Monday, July 26, 2004

Porn Film Award Sex story

Conventional Temptation

Usual disclaimer: This story involves sexual subject matter. If you aren't
old enough to read this, go home! Don't blame me if you have problems which
result from reading further.

by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph) 2000. Please don't
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This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons is
unintentional and strictly coincidental. Any real people, places, or things
mentioned in this story do not appear with permission, and any
representations of them should not be interpreted as being in any way based
on reality.

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Conventional Temptation (all parts) - by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph)
2000, 2001.

Conventional Temptation - Part One of Three

Quick outline: Al is married to Gwen, goes away to a business convention
for a three-day weekend, and is tempted by an attractive female friend.
Codes, for overall story: (MF, M-solo, F-solo, oral, exhib, cheat?, rom)

Cheating is a complicated subject. You might not think so, but the rules
for what is cheating, and what you should do about it, are not consistent.
Some don't want it to happen, but usually mean that they don't want to know
about it if it happens and isn't repeated. Some say it is OK if it happens,
but don't tell, don't let anyone else know, and don't fall in love. Others
say "tell me about it when you get home." There is a 4th category which
says "let us all get together." That one doesn't count as cheating at all
to the participants. I'll let you know which category I belong in when the
subject comes up in my story.

I work in the computer industry, and attend trade shows several times each
year. People who have never been to a trade show might miss the mix of
boredom and excitement that makes up the business of a trade show, when you
are a participant rather than just the regular visitor. Our company set up
a booth at many shows, showing our products, advertising our services, and
basically trying to get new customers. It also let us meet with other
people in the industry, and get business which we could almost never have a
chance at otherwise. Still, a big part of the convention business is purely
social. You get together with friends you meet nowhere else, even if you
might talk on the phone or send email.

I was in charge of our trade show group, and ended up doing more of these
than I would have liked. Preparation for one is stressful, making sure that
anything new is ready for the show, gets there on time, gets set up, and
works! Coupled with the all-day, few breaks, constant spotlight of dealing
with the mass of attendees, it is a real grind. Having a chance to unwind,
we take it.

Most times, that means getting a little drunk, dancing with ladies when
present, and just talking about our lives outside the business. A few
times, we've been able to arrange schedules so that my wife can come along,
though the company has only paid for the room and expenses for that once.
For a lot of people at the shows, especially singles, it means a chance to
meet someone for an anonymous, hot night of sex. That doesn't happen all
that often, but it never stops them from trying. There are also married
people who look for those chances.

My team consisted of Stevie, a pushy sales-tech. He had curly hair, and
looked "cute," as girls would sometimes mention to him at the shows. Yet he
had a bad habit of starting out conversations with women with lines like
"I'm not busy tonight. Wanna fuck?" He was pushy to customers too, a
high-pressure salesman, and the company liked some of the results he got.
Mostly, he was there because he really knew the technical side of the
products, and didn't lose his temper with people who didn't. His tech
counterpart was Robbie. He was friends with Stevie, and was always butting
in whenever Stevie got too pushy with a customer. That made them a good
team. Robbie had long dark hair, glasses, and a bushy beard. He was very
shy, and when he talked, he rarely talked about personal things, only
business. But he had a nice girlfriend, and they were almost engaged.

The last member of my sales team was Daphne. She was a very pretty blonde,
with long hair, a nice looking body, and a sultry southern voice. She
happened to be very good at sales, as well as the technical side of the
business. But we always thought the reason she was picked for trade show
spokesperson was because of her sex appeal. She didn't mind the work, but
hoped the boss truly realized that her success was not due to her looks, as
we did. Daphne didn't dress in a glamorous style at the shows, unlike some
of the "models" which did product presentations for other companies.
However, even with a sweatshirt on, she couldn't hide her pretty face.

Daphne had gone out with Stevie for a while, but had broken up several
months ago. For some time, they didn't speak much at all, and Stevie was
very upset that this pretty girl didn't find him lovable and irresistible.
While they seemed over that, there was still some tension between them.
Neither had steady dates that we knew about.

Unlike the rest of the team, who were all recent tech or university
graduates, I had been in this business for years. It had changed from a
purely big business environment, or "hacker-techies" at some of the
technical shows, to a public media event. That made for more customers,
with less knowledge of what they were actually buying than before. All this
made my job a bit tougher, but I had kept up on news in the industry, and I
really got along with my team well. Daphne was especially helpful, able to
handle the actual show contacts and presentations, which left me free for
business meetings, and dealing with bigger customers who needed special
treatment.

Friday was a typical busy setup day, getting to the convention early to set
up our gear. We rode down in the company van, which let us carry most of
what we needed, with some material shipped in advance. After the work of
setting up, even with help, we were tired. We went to check into our rooms,
and found that they had booked two double rooms, not three, for us. Stevie
and Robbie were supposed to share a room, but I really didn't want to do so
with Daphne. Temptation is much easier to avoid if you can keep it at a
distance, and she was very pretty.

Naturally, I complained. "We asked for three rooms. I don't care who messed
up, we need to have another room."

"We don't have any double rooms available."

"OK, are there any rooms available?"

"There are no smaller rooms available, but there are some vacancies in the
suites."

"Any problems giving one to us?"

"I can take care of that right away. You'll need to pay for it in advance,
though, sir."

"It isn't my fault that the reservation was messed up. I have the
convention reservation letter here, see?" I showed the clerk the letter.

He said "I'll need to check with my manager."

A couple minutes later, he came back. "I'm sorry, but we don't have a
record of the reservation. I can give you a suite, but you'll need to pay
for the upgrade."

'That is expensive for a mistake we didn't make," I answered.

"Just call up the boss. He might be willing to spring for it," Daphne
stated.

"Maybe, but I wouldn't count on it."

I turned to the clerk "Can you check again, to see if you can find the
reservation. I'll let you make a copy of the letter, and you can check it
out with the convention staff. You can call us at our booth, someone will
be there all day."

"I'll see what I can do. I don't make the rules, but I will try to work out
something."

"Thanks."

No need to take it out on the clerk, for whoever's mistake it was, I
thought. We started walking toward the convention area.

"Daphne, maybe you can I could share a room. I wouldn't have a problem with
that," Stevie suggested, smiling at Daphne.

"I'd rather sleep with a snake. But if we have to share rooms, I'll stay
with Al. He's a gentleman, and married."

"What if Gwen hears about you doing that?" Stevie asked me.

I replied, smiling, "I'll tell her all about it. No need to worry." Looking
back at Daphne, who was blushing a bit, I said "Just remember that, when we
are sleeping 'together'. Don't try anything, unless you think that Gwen
wouldn't mind it."

As usual, the opening part of the convention involved seeing what the
competition had to offer, and meeting with other company reps. I ran into
Samantha, one of technical reps from a supplier of ours. She had on a long
black dress, just past her knees, almost like silk, which showed some
cleavage in a diamond in the front, with an open back. She was very pretty,
and smart as well. We got along well. When I last saw her, the previous
year, she was engaged to one of the partners in her company, and seemed
very happy. I naturally asked her how that was working for her, being
engaged to the boss, and she almost broke out in tears, her frown was so
sharp.

"I'd take that to mean things aren't good."

"We aren't engaged anymore. And I'm not working there either. See?" And she
pointed to her name tag, above her right breast, and I did notice the
change in company name. I also noticed her hard nipples. That was a hazard
of the air conditioning, which tends to make convention halls cold until a
lot of people come in. But she left her finger lingering at that point. I
stared for a bit. I'm not certain why I did that, but we stood there maybe
a minute, her finger rubbing her hard nipple, and I watching it. She was
staring into space, not looking at me at all, and didn't seem to notice.

Daphne and the rest of the team showed up about then, and Daphne said "Time
for lunch. There's a nice Italian place down the street."

I quickly looked away from Samantha, and she put her hand down quickly, and
looked embarrassed.

"Sammy, do you want to come along?" I asked. "It will give us a chance to
talk. Guys, Samantha isn't going out with what's-his-name anymore."

"Al-vin, don't call me Sammy!" Samantha said, laughing. I'm not all that
sensitive about my real name, though teasing about chipmunks comes up from
time to time. It was good to hear her laugh. "It will be nice. I don't know
that many people, and I don't want to play "showgirl" for Jack, my chief
here. He'll figure out that I don't like that eventually, but right now,
I'd just like to relax." She smiled. That made me feel better. I didn't
know how recent these changes were, but we had spent a fair amount of time
together before, with dealings between our companies. Well, between her
previous one and mine. We didn't have any business yet with her new one.
That made this a definite non-business dinner, much more relaxing than
getting roped into a "talk means money" meal.

We talked about our lives, and a bit of our business successes, for quite a
while, ordered food, and still, Samantha had avoided talking about her
problems. We had some drinks, and finally, she opened up with her story.

"Bill and I were good together, at the start. I was very happy, and you
remember, I couldn't wait for our wedding. Then he started to get bossy. He
didn't want me to keep working, even though we could use the money, and I
am really good at my job. I couldn't dress like this at work, nor go to
shows. He accused me of flirting with almost everyone. I'm just friendly,
and even if it was sometimes real flirting, I wasn't planning to follow
through. I actually quit my job, and was ready to get married and live with
him. Yet I couldn't do it. We still had sex often then, but it wasn't as
nice as before."

"What happened with the engagement?" Daphne asked.

"I didn't break it off, he did. I told him I was going back to work, that I
was bored to death staying home. He said that I couldn't do that, the
company wouldn't take me back. That he'd make sure that no company would
hire me; he was a partner and could control the resumes and references. I
got really pissed off at that, and told him to go to hell. I was tired of
his control-freak stupidity, and I didn't love him anymore. He slapped me,
told me to get out of the apartment."

"Damn him! Wasn't that your apartment?" I yelled.

"Bill paid the lease, changed it to his name without telling me. More of
his control plans. When I went to the building manager, she let me stay
until the end of the week, then I had to move out right away. I've got a
new place now, but it hasn't been easy. Bill spread rumors about my
sleeping my way to the top, and how I was only after him for his money. My
degree and experience don't count for enough compared to that."

"It isn't fair. Not at all. Are you doing OK now?" I asked.

"Mostly. But I haven't had a good date in a long time. Not even a bad sex
date." Sighing, she said "It is hard for a girl branded a slut to meet nice
men."

"You're not a slut! You are a nice woman," Robbie said. "Is Bill still
telling people that?" "

I don't know. I moved, and live in a new city now. That helps some, but
everyone knows everyone in this business, so I can never tell who knows
about this."

"You should have been smarter, gone along with Bill. You'd have been set
once you were married, even if you got divorced right away. That would have
served him right," Stevie explained. He had a habit of saying the wrong
thing, even with good intentions.

"Fuck off, Stevie!" Daphne said. "She wasn't in love with him. He was a
jerk!"

"Sorry, I was only trying to help," Stevie responded.

"How are you doing now, Sammy?" I asked, smiling. A smile often can help
out in bad situations.

"Don't call me Sammy, Al-vin!" Samantha said, and laughed again. "OK, don't
call me it around anyone else. It is OK, I guess. My position is about as
good as before, and my boss knows about my side of the story, so at work
there isn't a big problem. Still, Jack hits on me from time to time, and I
told him that I'm not going to go out with anyone else I work with, ever.
It is hard to know who to trust, and I haven't had much luck dating
lately."

"You just need to meet a nice man." I said. "There are a few around."

"Sure, like you, and Robbie."

"What about me?" asked Stevie, frowning. If anything, it made him look like
a sad puppy, which seemed even more cute than usual.

"You're cute. But you need to practice more being nice. Looks don't
substitute for personality." Samantha replied.

"You got that right," Daphne said, poking Stevie.

"Ow, stop picking on me. It isn't fair." Stevie frowned even more.

"Don't worry, Stevie, I'll help you keep in line," Robbie told him. "You
don't want to be a lonely bachelor your whole life, do you?"

"So, how do you meet nice guys? And how do you know if they are really
nice?" Samantha asked.

Then Daphne said "Nothing is more important than petting the cat."

"What?"

"That is the sign in Al's office. He says that it is the key to a happy
life."

"What is it supposed to mean?" Samantha asks, looking at me.

Daphne, giggling, replies "Just substitute a different word for cat. And
take petting to mean pampering and loving without reservation, and include
the entire person attached to the 'cat'.

" "I suppose that you 'pet' your wife's 'cat' often, Al?" Samantha
wondered, smiling at me.

"Of course. If she is happy that makes me happy. It works well for us."

"I'll keep that in mind for Maggie and me," Robbie said. Everyone laughed,
except Stevie. Stevie sat there, looking puzzled. Robbie sang "Pussycat,
pussycat, where have you been?"

Then, Stevie said "Oh! Ack!" and laughed a lot.

I explained about being serious about that slogan. Don't lose track of your
priorities in life, and miss out on a chance to be really happy. It isn't
just the sex, though I'd never skimp on that part of my relationship.

Stevie said "How can you be a swinging single guy, and worry about every
girl you meet? I just want to have fun, not responsibilities." He was
looking at a pretty girl passing our table at that time, all by herself for
the moment. He also looked a little drunk. Stevie got up, started to walk
away. "See you guys later. I'm going out for some fun!"

Daphne then asked "Should I go after him?"

"No, he'll catch up to us later. We don't need him until four, so if he
wants to play a while, I can live with it."

"We still have to get the booth set up for the opening presentation. I need
to get back for that."

"OK. I'll catch up in a bit." Robbie, Samantha, and I ordered some hors
d'oeuvres, chatted for a while, and relaxed. Samantha seemed happier. We
talked some about how our relationships had worked out so far. Daphne
didn't leave right away, hanging around to talk a little longer.

"Al is very lucky. The hotel, or someone, messed up our room reservations.
I'm going to have to share a room with him. And believe it or not, he says
that he is going to tell Gwen all about it. And he thinks that there will
be no problem with it at all," Daphne mused.

"I don't know if I can stand it, sleeping in the same room with him. He's
so sexy!" She laughed, looking at Samantha.

"Just remember that 'no means no' applies to me too!" I laughed back. "I
trust Gwen, and she trusts me, I think. I also spend a lot of time petting
the cats, both our four-footed kinds and her lovely one. I wouldn't mess
that relationship up."

"I wouldn't do that!" Daphne said. "Still, aren't you going to get horny,
away from her for three says, with me available?" she asked. "Don't you
think I'm sexy?"

"Sure, sure. Both things. I can handle the one on my own, and the other,
we'll have to see. But I don't think I'll have a problem. We work together.
I'd remember that we'd have to deal with this after this weekend, if we got
carried away."

"Don't you usually sleep naked?" Daphne asked. "You told me that you don't
at home."

"I don't usually wear clothes on the road, either. However, I may have to
make an exception, with you in the room," I replied.

"Why? Maybe it would be nice, to let me see what Gwen enjoys with you. If I
were her, I wouldn't mind that. Besides, I like sleeping naked too."

"Daphne, don't tease Al like that. He is married, after all!" exclaimed
Samantha.

We then had to get back to work, but agreed to get together for supper. I
couldn't avoid thinking about what would happen tonight, with Daphne. I
wouldn't seduce her, or even make the slightest pass at her. Yet my usual
habit, when I could get to be alone at night, was to get naked, lie on the
bed, call my wife up, then talk about our day, while masturbating. She'd be
at home, dressed the same way, waiting for my call. Our phone talk tended
to turn into actual phone sex, describing everything, but it usually
started out with the usual kinds of conversations couples have. We'd just
be playing with ourselves, rather than waiting until we talked about sex.

With Daphne there, I didn't know if I could do that. I could ask her to
leave, before I called, and tell her why. Still, watching her do her
presentation, looking so nice, made me think about what might happen if she
didn't want to leave. Could I really go on as usual, with her there?

Would masturbating in front of her count as cheating? Especially if I told
Gwen about it, which I certainly would? And what if she decided to get
naked too? I rested in my chair, daydreaming, looking at Daphne, smiling
and pretty. I continued to do so for quite a while.

...

We had gone back to our shared room, tired, and ready for bed. Daphne came
out of the bathroom, after taking off her clothes and washing up,
completely naked. I had also undressed, and lay on the bed.

"OK, we're naked now. When are you going to get started?" Daphne asked me.

Daphne looked beautiful naked, like I had expected. Her pubic hairs were
trimmed, just a patch above the slit, and her breasts firm and high, with
hard nipples. I had my hard cock in one hand, the phone in the other. I lay
there, looking at Daphne, just enjoying her beauty. I wasn't moving at all.
She said "Are you really going to call Gwen, and tell her what you are
doing now, and who you are with?"

"Mmm. Yes. I always do." I dialed, using one hand, which works OK with some
phones. Waited for a moment as it rang.

"Hi, Gwen. Something interesting came up today," I told her.

"It is your cock? Mmm. Or a business deal?"

"It isn't business."

Daphne moved closer to the bed, still standing. She whispered "Sexy
business, perhaps?" I stared at Daphne, and got even harder. I could see
moisture on her pussy, making her hair a little wet. She was only a few
inches from me, and I turned to see her better.

"Something interesting, then? I miss you already, as always. If I were
there, I'd be stroking your shaft, and letting you taste my sweet puss.
Tell me more," Gwen said, encouraging me to go on.

"Our room reservations got mixed up. Daphne and I got stuck sharing a
room." As was usual for our phone conversations when apart at night, I was
stroking myself, and I was sure that Gwen was too. Daphne was staring at me
now, watching me. I could tell, because my gaze had shifted to her eyes,
and she was smiling at me.

"Two beds, or one? And where did you send her off to? Did you tell her what
you are doing now?"

"It is a twin room, no need for sharing beds, especially with no sword
handy to separate us," I laughed. "I did tell her what I do with you on the
phone." I then waited a bit, since I wasn't sure how to say the next part.

"Hmm, how did she take that? She isn't going out with anyone now, is she?"
Gwen asked. "You didn't say where you sent her too. Or, naughty boy, did
you just call when she was in the shower?"

Daphne was close enough to overhear Gwen's side of the conversation, and
she giggled, stifling it. Loud enough, though, that I was sure that Gwen
heard her. "Did I ever tell you that Daphne sleeps naked? She does, and
looks very nice," I said, smiling, as I was looking right at Daphne. "She
asked to see what you get from me. I hope you don't mind."

"Oh, that was she that I heard giggling, not a TV show? Let me talk to her
a moment," requested Gwen.

So I handed the phone to Daphne, saying "Gwen wants to talk with you." "Oh,
no, I couldn't. Are you sure?" She took the phone, and listened for a
while. My pretty, naked coworker walked away from the bed, and I lay there,
still touching myself. I wondered what Gwen would tell her.

"Ring. Ring." The sound of a phone ringing interrupted my reverie. Robbie
picked it up, said "Al. Al? It's for you."

The clerk from the hotel answered. He said "Sorry about the problem. There
will be no charge for the room upgrade. Thank you for staying with us."

"That's great!" I replied. "Thank you very much." And hung up the phone,
still feeling a little distracted by the direction my thoughts had been
taking.

Another fantasy spoiled. It was probably just as well. Getting too close to
temptation isn't safe, no matter how much Gwen has said that she trusts me
to do the right thing. I didn't get to find out what would happen next. An
odd thing about fantasies is that you don't always seem to control the
situation, and this interruption ruined it for me. Work quickly drew me
away from these thoughts.

Now we just had to decide who got the extra large room. That didn't take
long. Daphne said "You can use that room for business meetings, and keep
our extra stock closer than in the van. It will be better for doing reports
as well. So you take it, Al." So that settled that problem.

When we got together for supper, she came along with her chief, Jack, and
another couple from her company. We made introductions, but end up talking
mostly about business. Samantha didn't want to discuss her personal life in
front of her co-workers, and said that in front of them when I brought it
up. I try bringing up my own life and family, but Jack said "I get enough
of that at home, I don't need to listen to it here."

Once we finish eating, Daphne, Samantha, and I stay for a while for drinks
and conversation. We talk for a long time, about life, love, marriage, and
sex. Especially, how both Daphne and Samantha really miss having a nice man
to make love with. That leads to me talking about some of my times with my
wife, and how much I love to make love to her. Especially, about "petting
the cat," our teasing phrase for oral and manual stimulation from head to
toe, and especially, of course, on her genital region.

"All this talk has made me horny too. I'm going up to my room and call
Gwen. We can have some "phone sex." It helps keep me happy when I'm away
from her," I told everyone.

"What exactly do you mean by "phone sex"?" Samantha asked me.

"Jacking off while talking on the phone!" Daphne laughed, answering and
breaking up, coughing bubbles in her glass.

"Oh. Don't you ever get tempted by all the pretty girls around here?"

"Temptation isn't the problem. It is giving into it which can lead to
trouble. This ring helps me to remember," I said, as I held my ring in my
fingers. "Besides, taking care of the pressure myself is easier and safer,"
I said, smiling.

"And does Gwen do the same thing?" Daphne asked.

"Yes, that is one nice thing about 'phone sex'. We get to do it together."

"And when you go home, you get to do even more. You are lucky."

"Just be patient, you might get lucky too."

"Hey, how is that going to work out with Daphne in the room?" Daphne
answered, "The hotel got another room for Al. A nice suite, actually, not
just a little room." I was getting up to go to my room, and the two women
both said "Have fun," at the same time. It was rather cute, I thought.

I left, paid the bill, and went to my room. I was very tired, and simply
lay on the bed for a while. I then got up, got undressed, and looked
around. It was a very nice room, with a balcony, meal alcove, and a large
bathroom with a big tub, plenty of room for two. It was the kind of place
that I'd have liked to have, if my wife was along. As I thought of that, I
picked up the phone, and called Gwen. She was resting in bed by this time
too, with the kids asleep, most likely. It turned out that she was, waiting
dressed like I was, naked on the bed. All ready for our talk.

Being tired as I was, I said "I'm beat. I'll need to keep it short this
time. I hope you don't mind."

"I can finish up if you can't make it. Just like I do at home," Gwen
answered, laughing back at me. "I started without you. I hope you don't
mind, darling. I haven't gotten too far along, but I'm keeping two fingers
wet and warm, inside me, as we speak."

"Hmm, warm and wet. I'm not wet yet, but I'm getting hard."

"Always take time to pet the cat."

"Always. That reminds me, Samantha isn't engaged to Bill. He turned out to
be a bossy jerk, and actually kicked her out of her apartment, after she
quit her job at his request. Daphne told her about the 'cat' priorities in
life. I hope she finds someone who can keep her 'cat' pampered."

"Isn't she that pretty blonde women, who helped us out with the networking
deal last year?"

"Yes, that's her. She is very nice, and deserves someone nice." Meantime, I
heard a moan, and I'd kept up my hand motions on my cock. It was getting
quite hard, and I could feel my orgasm building.

"Is she dressed nice? Or did you see another, even sexier girl there? Mmmm,
ohh."

"I think she is even prettier than before. Her dress was long and black, no
back, diamond notch above the breasts. Hard nipples showing, very exciting
woman."

Ohh. Oooh!, I heard from Gwen

"But not as much as you are. I love hearing you come," I said. "Daphne and
I almost ended up sharing a room. The hotel messed up. I was already
imagining what would happen if I did this with her in the room, then they
called, and said I could have a suite. A very nice room, but Daphne said
that she should arrange to 'lose' a room the next trip we take. She sounded
disappointed."



"She is so pretty. I bet you'd love that, jacking off in front of her.
Maybe, get her to do herself at the same time? Wouldn't that be amazing to
watch?"

My own load popped then, and I said "Yummy stuff! Too bad you're not here
to enjoy it."

"Uhh. You can save some for later, it'll keep." Giggling followed.

"I'm going to pass out now. We ended up drinking a bit, as well as talking,
and tomorrow is going to a bitch of a schedule." "Goodnight. I love you."
"Bye-bye."

The next morning, I took a nice, sensual shower. I thought seriously about
getting off, with the nice massage head attachment they have in there, but
there just wasn't time before our first presentation. I grabbed coffee from
room service that I ordered, then head out to work. The morning is the
usual business, a mix of boring lectures and questions, some fun talking to
customers, watching the pretty models walk around doing their spiel, and
just taking care of business.

Samantha came by around lunch time, and asked "Do you guys want to do lunch
again?" "Sure," Robbie We left Stevie to cover the booth, and went off for
lunch. There were a few pretty girls around, so he didn't seem to mind this
much. We went to the hotel dining room, quicker to get to than going out
someplace.

We ordered food, and talked about business for a bit, before getting back
to relaxing. Samantha asked "How did it go for you and Al last night,
Daphne?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Sharing a room together, that could be interesting." I interrupted, "We
got separate rooms. The hotel managed to figure out our reservations. I
think I told you about that."

Samantha frowned, then laughed. "I'm sorry. I just didn't remember. I've
been distracted, and it has been a long day. It would have been
interesting, though, don't you think so?"

"I think it would have been fun," Daphne replied. "Maybe, I should make the
hotel arrangements next time, and "lose" the extra room, so we have to
share?" she inquired, teasingly, smiling and laughing.

"Too much temptation for me, Daphne, especially if you are still horny. It
might be a bit more challenging if you were attached again, though."

"Doing myself is OK, but it isn't the same as having real sex. It does cut
into my horniness, though. Otherwise, I'd be tempted to jump on Stevie!"
Daphne complained. "I wouldn't really do that, though. He's so cute, I wish
he'd grow up."

"Is he always such a jerk?" Samantha wondered.

"No, he is very nice, when he isn't on about sex. Or trying to sell you
something. You know what, though? I outsell him. I don't think it is sex
appeal either. I refuse to wear sexy clothes to work, just nice looking
stuff, like this."

Daphne had on a white blouse with ruffles, blue slacks, nothing especially
sexy, but it did look nice. I had not truly thought about what she was
wearing, but it was nothing like the glamorous dress that Samantha had on.

Samantha said, "I try not to use sex appeal either. But I like looking
sexy, even at work. Is that OK?"

"Sure," I replied. "Your dress makes you look pretty, not like you are
looking to get laid. Though it certainly is tempting. Especially with hard
nipples sticking up under it," I said, laughing, and smiling.

"Don't tease her, Al," Daphne demanded. "I'd worry too much about the sex
side of things, and I don't like customers flirting with me. If you don't
mind that, I guess it is OK."

Samantha pouted, and didn't answer for a moment. "I don't mind the
flirting. It does sometimes get annoying. Nevertheless, I keep hoping that
I'll attract a nice guy, and I want one who won't mind it if I dress like
this," she said. Then she looked at me, and touched her nipples with a
finger from each hand, and asked "Would you mind me wearing a dress like
this to work, if I were married to you?"

"No. Gwen often wears clothes like that, and even less. You still have
nylons and panties on, right?" I ask, with a leering expression.

"She goes out without underwear?" asked Samantha, looking surprised.

"Even came by the office a few times, when she had time to get away.
Afternoon delight, at work, is delightful."

"Where did you find a private place, Al?" Daphne asked. "We don't have
office doors. Wouldn't you risk being caught?"

"That is part of the fun. Besides, we haven't gotten around to fucking at
work. I can rub her pussy under a dress, while she visits, or she can suck
me off under the desk, and no one will notice. There is also the bathroom,
it has a lock, and that gives us both a chance to eat each other nicely,
without interruptions."

"I'd love attention like that at work. Do you think Gwen would let me get
some from you?" Daphne teased, smiling.

I answered, "You need to ask her about that." And I laughed too. I was
getting horny, and was looking forward to my phone conversation tonight
with Gwen. "It would be too easy to turn a little bit of sex into a serious
relationship, though, especially at work. Don't tempt me, please, with
anything more than a light snack!"

"Hmm, love food!" Samantha purred. "I wish I could find someone who'd make
an offer like that. Too bad you're married."

"You'll find someone nice. Just keep asking. Especially, look for a man who
takes care of his pets, and you, well."

We talked some more, and drank some more. Daphne went off to sleep, and
Samantha told me that she wanted to stick around, and that a nice guy might
come along. I left, and went back to my room.

I got undressed, washed up a bit, and then lay down on the bed, naked. I
was tired, and a little drunk, so I decided to relax a bit, collect my
thoughts, and get a bit closer to coming before I called. Samantha and
Daphne's teasing had me very turned on, and though I didn't indulge a real
fantasy about them, they were in my mind. I called, and said hello as
usual.

"Have you been thinking about Sam again?" Gwen asked. "How are things going
with her?"

"She still seems unhappy. We left her alone, she was drinking a bit, and
hoping to run into a nice guy. It might happen. Her dress is very sexy, did
I tell you about it?"

"Yes. Was she wearing that one still?"

"It looked very nice. I commented on her hard nipples at supper. Daphne was
explaining how she didn't like to dress too sexily for work. Sam thinks
that she might meet someone, and she likes to look sexy. Still, I know
someone I love who dresses like that," I said, chuckling.

"Don't tease her too much. I bet that just thinking about her got you
really hard."

"Uh-hum. Actually, both of them, Daphne and her, did more than enough
teasing. I told them about your bringing 'lunch' to work for us to share."

"Mmm, lunch. Better than Homer's donuts, I'd say." Then I hear a clicking
sound on the line. Gwen said, "Who could be calling now. Damn call
waiting!"

Then she clicked off, leaving me to continue on my own. A minute later, she
came back. "Sorry, I'll have to continue this later. Unless you are really
tired?"

"I'm just about ready to finish, and pass out again. I'll just call you
tomorrow. Have fun without me!"

"You have fun too. Love you, bye."

Sometimes, things just don't go perfectly, no matter how hard we work on
the situation, I thought. Then, I continued my pleasurable exercise. I was
already close to coming, and I felt the explosion building inside of me. It
was just pure pleasure, no fantasies, just feelings of love for Gwen. I was
close, but not quite there yet.

"Knock, knock" came sounding from the door. More imperfect timing, and I
hadn't ordered anything. I got up, put on a light red hotel robe, and went
to the door. I was still hard, but I figured that whoever it was, I could
just find out and get them to go away.

Not wanting to annoy anyone by revealing my condition, I peeked through the
door, opening it just enough to see out. It was Samantha. She looked like
she might have been crying, as her makeup was rubbed off. She said "Can I
come in please, for a little bit?"

"Wait a moment, please." I needed to relax, lose my hard-on, before getting
her in my room, I thought. I went to the bathroom, sat there a minute, then
flushed, even though I hadn't done anything. "OK, come on in."

"I just need someone to talk to for a while." She sat down on the bed, and
motioned for me to sit by her. I did so, and she pulled her shoes off, and
folded her legs to the side, as she leaned against me. I noticed that her
hose were off, and spent a while looking at her legs, then upward. Her
dress was just above her knees now, pulled up a little, and not revealing
in itself. Still, I didn't see any panty lines. Women wearing nothing under
their dresses had always turned me on, and Gwen enjoyed taking advantage of
this with me. But sitting there in a robe, with nothing else on, next to
Samantha in a dress, with nothing under it, was hard to take. I crossed my
legs, put my hands in my lap, in a subtle attempt to hide my arousal.
Having been just moments from coming in my hand before Samantha came in
didn't help either.

Samantha had not said anything while I looked her over. I couldn't tell for
sure, but she didn't seem to be looking me over, as her eyes were watery.
"Samantha, can you tell me what the problem is?"

"Problem? I miss my 'good man'. Bill was so nice to me at the start. He was
always a little bossy, but he made me feel good. Especially in bed. That
was one place that he never really tried to take control. I could go wild
with him, suck and fuck him all night long, do whatever I wanted. I really
miss that Al."

"Sex doesn't always turn into love. It's important, but . . . "

"I know that! I just don't want to miss out on that part. I don't know how
I could have missed seeing how much Bill was like his father, wanting to
keep his wife in the home, a trophy," she said, sobbing.

I hugged her, holding her closely, and told her "Try not to think about it
so much. Just relax, lay back, take time to get over him."

"If I had found someone nice since, it would be so much easier. It's been
months since I've been with a guy. I picked up some in bars after we broke
up, but didn't get anything but laid in bed. I can't pick up anyone from
work now, it would look bad, with my rep. I've kept busy with work, and
don't have a social life. Guys flirt with me all the time, but . . . I
don't know, it is hard to take it. I know I dress like a sexy lady, and
look OK, but I want something more. Like what Gwen has with you," Samantha
said, turning to look in my eyes.

"And what I have with Gwen. Love, caring, compassion, trust, all so
important."

"And sex too? Do you give her what she wants?"

"Usually, yes. We trade off, who gets to pick."

"Just wondering, how often do you two make love? Bill was wild when he was
with me, but he'd get busy with work, and not show up for several days."

"We average twice a day. Work schedules make that mostly morning and night,
but we get together for lunch, and on weekends, sometimes we spend most of
the day screwing, especially with the kids off with grandma."

Samantha lay down on the bed on her side, pushing her dress up a little
higher. Not enough yet to see anything, but still, very exciting for me. I
didn't want to push things farther along, but I couldn't kick Samantha out.
I could try to distract her, I imagined and told her "Roll over on your
stomach. I'll rub your back and neck, and that will help you get relaxed,
maybe make you feel good enough to get some sleep."

"OK, that would be nice," Samantha said, stretching her legs as she rolled,
with her dress slipping a bit further up, making a crumpled black mass at
the top of her thighs. I could smell a sweet fragrance, the odor of hot
pussy. She spread her legs out a bit, and put her hands above her head. I
couldn't quite see up her dress, not without dropping my head to the bed,
but I felt sure it was within a finger's reach. I was glad she was facing
away from me, as my robe had a pole sticking out the front. My cock had
pushed its way out into the air. I carefully slid it back in, as I moved
onto the bed next to Sam, to her neck, away from her seductive slit, and
its sweet perfume.

Her back was bare, except for the strap around her neck. I softly stroked
her neck, then pressed a little harder, and she hummed softly, "That feels
divine. Don't stop!" I continued down her back, kneading her muscles. Along
her sides, I brushed one hand softly as a kitten, up toward her breasts,
which were slightly exposed, enough to let be brush gently against them. I
continued upward, to her shoulders, and pressed hard against them, feeling
the hard muscles loosen. Then, I continued on my way, back to her neck,
then up the sides of her head, her temples, and even brushed her hair with
my fingers.

She turned, sniffing at my fingers. "I smell something sexy," Samantha
said. "Were you masturbating, er, jacking off?"

"Uhmm, Yes."

"I don't smell sperm."

"I didn't get that far."

"Sorry I interrupted you then. Were you talking with Gwen as you did it?"
"Yes, but she couldn't stay on the line tonight. I can finish myself up
later, don't worry about it."

"Why not now? We could both do it. Watching me is like looking at a movie,
not touching each other. It's not like we'd be fucking! I'm really horny
now, and thinking about you doing it alone is sad."

"I don't know, Sammy. It's not that it might not be fun, but I wouldn't
want you to get carried away."

"I'll be good. It would really make me happy, particularly if I can make
you happy. Bill never touched himself in front of me. I'd really like to
see that, I might learn something," Samantha suggested, rolling over again.
She held the bottom of her dress in her hands, and slipped it upward,
briefly exposing her pubic hair, before standing up. "It would be an honor
to fuck my pussy for you. Please, may I?"

I was extremely turned on by her offer. Torn, between my temptation, and my
desire to avoid the consequences if I indulged it. My rule with Gwen was
that I would tell her everything that happened. I'd been out at strip bars,
X-rated movies, wet T-shirt contests, while on trips. I've watched the sex
channels, and told she about interesting things. And so on, with other
situations. This wasn't really cheating, not to just watch, look, and let
myself be looked at. At least, that is what I thought.

"We'll need to get comfortable, and be able to watch each other." Samantha
pulled her dress up and off, leaving her naked, and moved a chair near the
foot of the bed. I took my robe off, and lay back on the bed, propping my
head up with pillows. Samantha pushed a finger into her vagina, before
sitting down on the chair, spreading her legs wide. I held my dick in my
hand, and pressed my other hand below my balls, rubbing them softly with my
fingers. I was already very excited, and needed to move slowly if I was
going to have much of a show to give for this lady.

That didn't help very much, because Samantha was getting herself going
fast. I could smell the aroma of sex from where I lay, and looked straight
into her eyes, as she watched me. My hand started pumping up and down the
shaft, almost by itself. I tried to hold back, encircling the base with the
fingers of my other hand.

Keeping my eyes closed, or looking at my own hands, I had been avoiding
taking a good look at Samantha's naked body. However, she started sliding
the chair around the bed, and said "I need a closer look!" That gave me a
fine look at her breasts, which were smooth and taut, with hard nipples and
dark areolas. Long nipples, too, as I had noticed while she had her dress
still on. Her fingers covered her pussy, but I could see that she was
flicking her clit, while pushing three fingers in with her other hand, and
she was breathing hard, almost moaning.

That did it for me. I came, a true gusher shooting out onto the bed, some
onto Sam, before I caught most of it with my hand, then I began to wipe off
with my robe. Samantha's climax came with a loud yell, and I watched her.
It was beautiful, something that I've always loved to see, when a woman
comes.

She got up, sat next to me on the bed, and hugged me tight, and told me
"That was great, thank you." She rubbed some of my come onto her fingers,
and licked at it, then licked my hand, then said "Tasty," when she was
done. We lay there for a short while, simply relaxing in the afterglow of
our orgasms.

She asked me if I wanted a drink, and I told her "Not much alcohol in it,
whatever you want to mix up with soda will be fine." She sat on the chair,
and she told me that this was almost as good as real sex with Bill. She
went on in some detail about experiences with him, and with other men.
While flattering, I didn't think that masturbation, even with good results
as we had, compared well with sex with a good lover. I told her that.

"Sex with Gwen is really something special?"

"Yes. Being in love, knowing how to treat each other, and trusting each
other all make a big difference. Plus practice, and always being willing to
try new things." Thinking about my wife brought me a new worry. I said
"Remember, I tell Gwen everything that happens, if it is important. And
this situation certainly is, I declared. "No means NO!" I shouted, a bit
louder than I meant to. "And it applies to men and women."

"I promise, I'll respect you in the morning," Samantha teasingly said. "I
mean it, I'll listen to you if you say 'no' to me."

"Good. Thanks. I'm not sure exactly how I'm going to explain this to Gwen."

"You really helped me out. Comforting a friend is a good thing, isn't it?"
Samantha asked me.

"I guess it is."

"Hmmmmm . . . "

"What?"

"I could use more comforting. I'm still feeling horny, Al. Could we do it
again?"

"It will be a while before I can. I have an idea. Lay down on the bed
again, this time with your hands under you on your pussy. I'll give you
another massage, but this time, for more than just relaxing your upper
body. You'll have to handle your sex parts yourself."

"That sounds wonderful." Sammy did so, while arching her back upward enough
to give me a good look at her vulva from behind. She had her fingers at the
ready, but only stroked the mons, brushing her pubic hair away, which gave
me an even better view of her vulva. Her clitoris was quite large now, and
stood out hard. Women are lucky in that way, I thought. They can keep going
and going, no need to recharge.

This time, I started on her toes. I gently rubbed each one, then up her
feet, doing one, then the other. I moved up her legs, still switching back
and forth, sometimes stroking both, alternating between hard pressure and
soft, kitten-like touches. My cock was starting to get hard, and it pressed
against the sole of her foot as I moved up. She giggled, and realizing what
it was, pushed her fingers into her vagina. Sam started working the top of
her pussy, stroking it, pulling on the lips, and making it sweat. It was a
very intense feeling for me to know that I was helping her to get off, and
to be so turned on by me, without actually having sex together.

I couldn't resist a touch on her pussy. I didn't go straight for it,
instead, I started rubbing her ass, and stroking a finger up and down the
crack, while massaging each cheek with the other hand. I let my cheek hand
slip downward, straight across her slit and clit. Samantha went "Eeeek! Do
that again!" I did so, then she said "I thought I was taking care of the
pussy? Not that I minded that."

"You are. Sometimes my hand slips, though. It was just an accident, don't
expect it to happen again," I laughed.

She moved her knees up, spreading her legs, a perfect position for a
doggie-style fuck. I didn't plan to let that happen, but teasing about it
would make me even hotter than I was already, and I suspected that Sammy
wouldn't mind it. I moved behind her, and started stroking up and down her
sides. My hands grabbed her across her belly, letting my fingers meet in
her navel. I moved my fingers slowly outward, then up her sides, and down
again. As I did this, I leaned closer to her, and my cock touched the back
of her thighs, just out of range of entry into her. I could feel her hands
slide against my shaft, and she grabbed it, and tried to pull it in.

"No fair doing that," I challenged. And I changed my touches from soft
caresses to rapid taps, trying to tickle her. I didn't have much time
before my teasing massage turned into a hot fuck, and felt the tip of my
cock rubbing something wet. Sammy started giggling, and slid up the bed a
bit, and I managed to get my cock safely away.

"Get back to work on that hot spot of yours, Sammy," I ordered.

"Yes, master!"

I moved to the side of her, and reached over her back, and rubbed the sides
of her breasts. She lifted herself up, which gave me full access to them,
and I took my time stroking each, rubbing the nipples lightly, and felt
them get very hard. I continued holding one breast in my hand, nipple
between my fingers. The other hand, I let move to her neck, and stroked it,
then behind her ears, across her cheeks, and softly, across her lips. She
sucked my finger in, and I felt a shock in my cock in response. Samantha
continued to suck on my finger, pulling it into her mouth, grunting as she
did so, then spat it out as she came.

I hugged her from behind, holding her breasts in each hand, until she
stopped moving. I lay on top of her for a few minutes. I thought that
perhaps she had come so hard she passed out, as that often happened with me
and my wife. Then she said "Is it OK if I do that for you? I'd like to try
it, getting you off without truly touching your cock."

"Sure." I figured that it wouldn't take long for me to come again, with the
arousal I had from helping Sammy come like that.

Samantha started out much as I did, teasing my feet, stroking my legs,
rubbing my butt. Still, I wasn't getting to the point of getting off, and
it was hard to get a good hand cycle going while laying on my stomach. I've
done that before, but it would still be easier if I could roll over. She
managed to sneak in the tease on the genitals that I did, in her case, she
stroked her nails against my balls and shaft, for a few seconds, before
moving upward.

As Samantha massaged my back with her breasts, letting her nipples scratch
against me, she stroked my sides, and slid her fingers under my belly, then
up to my nipples. This felt wonderful, but it was relaxing. "I think I
should roll over, and give you a chance to practice your nipple massage
from the front."

"I won't mind that. Though it would be more challenging if I made you get
off without turning over, wouldn't it?"

"Maybe. You'll have a better view if I turn over."

"Go ahead, let's take a look at it."

So I turned over, and lay back flat on the bed. I was able to get both
hands onto the shaft, while Samantha crawled over me, straight above me,
her nipples touching mine. We looked into each other's eyes, and my hands,
and the tip of my cock from time to time, brushed against her pussy. I
started breathing harder, and Samantha rocked slowly back and forth, using
her body to massage mine, and letting her hair tickle my face, while her
breath warmed it.

She said "Let me know when you get close to coming. I want to see you
come."

"It isn't going to be long now."

Sammy rose up on the bed, giving me a glorious view of the front of her
body. Her pussy was dripping wet, and there was a sheen of sweat on her
breasts. She moved down the bed, then crouched, bringing her face next to
my cock.

"You look so beautiful this way," she sighed, almost whispering. "I don't
want to waste your tasty come."

"It won't be long now," I answered, breathing hard now.

"Can I suck it off? Not just from your fingers, I want to taste your cock.
Please?"

Her mouth was almost touching it when she finished her request, and her
warm breath was enough to tip me over. I said "Yes, go for it!", and came
just as her lips came down over the head. It didn't seem quite as explosive
as my earlier ejaculation, but it went on for quite a while. Her mouth
sucked hard on the top of my cock, and I felt her tongue lapping against
the tip, as she swallowed it all. Sammy continued to lick the shaft, all
the way down to my balls, then sucked the head again. I let her continue
for several minutes, but I didn't get hard again. I enjoyed the attention,
and said "I like how that feels, Sammy. But I just don't think I have
another shot left in me tonight."

Stopping for breath, she said "Let me taste it a little longer. I don't
care if you get hard or not, let me make you feel nice." Samantha went back
to sucking and licking, demonstrating fine technique. But after a while,
she stopped, then slid up next to me, laying partially on top of me, and
tried to kiss me on my lips.

As I turned away, Samantha inquired "Don't you like the taste of sperm and
cock?" Then, she laughed softly.

"I don't mind it, from the mouth of my lover. But a kiss feels more
romantic than just having sex, and even more in a not-really-sex situation
like this one."

"How about a non-romantic kiss? Just for pretend, no love, like actors in a
movie? I'd really like to feel your kiss."

I turned back toward her, and she kissed me. There was a definite taste of
come in her mouth, but our tongues touched and dueled, in a very relaxing,
slow way. We kissed like that for quite a while, before Samantha rolled on
her back next to me.

Then, she asked a serious, scary question. It wasn't quite as bad as the
one I feared most to hear from a potential lover while I was still married,
but it came close. She asked me "Could you love me? Could you love me like
you do Gwen?"

I really liked Samantha. She was very pretty, and even allowing a handicap
in points for youth, probably would win a beauty contest against Gwen. For
love alone, that objectively shouldn't have been a factor. Nevertheless, if
I had met her and Gwen at the same age, it might have made a difference.

"You're being very quiet."

"I'm thinking. Yes, and not exactly."

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

"I could love you, but it won't happen because I'm in love with someone
else. My love with Gwen is built over years, and I might have been able to
make the same relationship with you, if we had started at the same time.
But my experience with Gwen makes a difference. I know that love and caring
makes a tremendous difference in my life. And I'm eternally grateful that I
found someone who has the same interest in expressing love through sex as I
do."

"I feel loved by you."

"I do you love you. Just not in the "I'm in love with you" kind of way. I
care about you, and hope that you can find someone to make you happy. And
learn to recognize what you need to be happy, and to make your lover
happy."

"Didn't I get you off well? Aren't you happy?"

"It was very nice, and I appreciate it a lot. But it wasn't as good as with
Gwen, though it was very exciting. It isn't just the sex, or how you did
it. I love her, and that makes a real difference."

"So, how do I know if I am really in love?"

"It is tricky, isn't it. Gwen did things for me, without asking for
anything in exchange. I did the same for her. In sex, in going places,
gifts, and in conversations. I let her know what I liked, and wanted from
life. She did the same with me. We still have sex, sometimes, where one of
us takes care of the other, purely pleasuring the other."

"Isn't that hard, not getting anything for yourself?"

"Masturbation works, if you need it. But taking turns is very nice. We did
that tonight, but without the actual sex part."

"Do you give Gwen massages like you did me?"

"I do. But I tend to use my tongue, and don't skip the sexy bits."

"Are you as good with that as you are with your hands?"

"I try to be even better."

"Could you show me, please?"

Now, this is getting harder to deal with, I contemplated. Massage to assist
masturbation isn't quite real sex. Letting her suck the come out of my dick
is close, but still not the same as a full blow job. Still, it isn't
getting anything for myself, so it might be OK. And maybe, Samantha has
never had good oral sex, and so showing her would be very good to help her
find a better relationship, knowing that it can be wonderful. As I hit this
point in my thoughts, I realized I might be rationalizing, in order to get
the opportunity to enjoy the taste of Sammy, who might never give me
another chance at her pussy.

"Have you ever had oral sex from head to toe?" I asked, staring at her as I
rolled over onto my knees.

"No. I've had some hickies on my neck and belly, and had my earlobes
nibbled. I've also had my tits and pussy sucked more than a few times. But
head to toe seems a bit much, isn't it?"

"No, just like with fingers, a touch works wonders all over your body, and
the tongue feels marvelous for that. Gwen does it often for me."

"OK, I'll let you do that."

"I might be prying, but do you come well from oral sex?"

"It is pretty good, sometimes."

"Compared to what we did tonight so far, how is it?"

"Bill tried hard, I know, but it wasn't that good. There was this guy I
met, who really "rang my bell" when he lapped my cunt, but I met him out of
town, and didn't get to see him again. I can guess, but why are you
asking?"

"It isn't the only way to show how much you love your lover, but it is
magical if you can do it well. I don't want to get your expectations up too
high, especially since I'm tired. But I've been practicing the fine art of
cunnilingus a long time. Maybe, as long as your entire life," I chuckled at
her. "Finding someone willing to learn how to please you this way is good.
If they'll treat your pussy nicely, it is a sign that they may treat the
rest of you just as well."

"Hmm, I could offer guys a taste test?" Sammy wondered. "Except that asking
might make me sound like a slut?"

"No more than guys asking for blow jobs. If you are going to have sex
anyway, why not ask for some kind of sign that they like you enough to make
you happy, before they get off themselves?"

"I see," she replied. "I'm getting horny again. Can you believe it?"

"Hey, I guess its time I put my mouth where my money is?" I ask, smiling.
And I move over her, straddling her body as she lay on the bed, and brush
her hair to the sides of her face, before beginning my task.

--

by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph) 2000. Please don't
distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition.

Conventional Temptation, Part Two of Three - by Jeff Zephyr
(jeffzeph) 2000.

-- Codes: (MF, M-solo, F-solo, oral, exhib, cheat?, rom)

Samantha was laying underneath me, as I knelt above her, looking down at
her. She was so beautiful this way, and seeing her like this reminded of me
Gwen. My wife, who I truly loved, and had often treated just as I was about
to pleasure Sammy. Despite my feelings of arousal, my dick was not able to
get hard, and I was glad. It was all too close to a point which I didn't
want to pass, to let it enter her body, and take this teasing relationship
to a new level.

To kiss her was the best way to begin making love to her orally, head to
toe, as I had said I would do. That we had already kissed didn't change how
I felt about doing that, and that somehow, it was more serious than merely
having oral sex. I realized that I wasn't moving to being putting my mouth
to work, as promised, and as a distraction, I started stroking my fingers
gently across her vulva, very lightly touching, no pressure at all. I moved
slowly upwards, in drifting circles, touching every spot from her sides, to
belly, to breasts.

This calmed me, somehow. It made me think of this as giving her a
therapeutic massage, just more intensely than one she could get from the
hotel health club. I wanted her to feel loved, and happy. I most especially
wanted to be able to say to Gwen that I did this for her, when I could have
taken more for myself.

I slipped my body gently down on top of her, and kissed her wetly on the
mouth. Our tongues joined, in a very intense kiss. I felt wetness on my
cock, as it touched her vulva. We stayed like this, rubbing our bodies
together, her pushing up at me, for quite a while. But though I was
enjoying this very much, I intended to do something unselfish, and set out
to give her as much pleasure as I could manage, without taking any more
myself.

"A kiss is such a nice way to show someone you care about them," I told
Samantha. I pulled my body up slightly, still letting my cock brush her
body, but no longer were our sexes touching. I kissed her forehead,
brushing her hair off her face to do so. I kissed and licked her face, her
closed eyelids, her cheeks, then nibbled on each earlobe, stroking within
it with my tongue.

"That tickles," Sammy laughed, predictably.

"It is supposed to," I breathed into her neck, then kissed it, lapping at
it, as I stroked her hair with my hands. "Laughing helps you relax, but for
it to work best, try to relax, just let me do everything to make you feel
good. Lay there, and have a good time."

"Yes, boss." More laughter followed from Samantha. My cock relaxed a bit as
well, which was good, as I feared that this excitement might cause it to
react, and I wasn't sure I could resist its demands if that happened.
Straddling Sammy's body was no longer the ideal position for what I wanted
to do, so I moved aside, and began kissing her shoulders. I tenderly kissed
and nibbled my way down her left arm, sucked on her fingers, stroked her
palm, elbow, and sides as I kissed my way back up towards her armpit. I
nuzzled there for a second, which caused Sammy to twitch and laugh.

But I moved across her chest, giving her a chance to relax from her
laughter, and I kissed my way up her breast, to its tip, then sucked her
nipple into my mouth and gently twirled my tongue around it. My hands were
sliding across her body, holding her other breast, stroking her belly. I
could feel her heart beat faster as I do this, and she said "That feels
very, very nice," in a soft warm voice, the kind that lets me know that she
really likes this.

I spent some time doing this, alternating between breasts, nipples, and
stomach as I licked my way across the top of her body, nibbling gently from
time to time. I then said "Roll over, head to toe has to be on both sides
of your body."

"You haven't gotten to the good part yet."

"I'm patient. You should be too, it is worth the wait."

Samantha rolled over on her stomach, spreading her legs, and pushing her
crotch into the sheet. I kept my hands on her sides as she did this, then
rubbed my way up her back to her neck, following the pressure of my fingers
with the tip of my tongue. As I did this, I moved one leg between hers, and
my thighs pressed against hers, and my crotch against her ass. I can't
avoid doing it, and I know that the touch of my body against my lover is a
very big part of the pleasure of this experience, and I don't want to
deprive Samantha of that.

I spent some time kissing the back of her neck, stroking her hair, and
nibbling her ears, before starting my trek down her body from behind. I
kissed my way back and forth across her back, much as I had just done to
her front, though I didn't linger in the middle as I had done earlier. I
spent more time on her sides, gently stroking, kissing, and licking them,
moving slowly down towards her ass.

I decided to give her a little warning about what I was going to do. I
haven't met a woman who doesn't enjoy this kind of attention, but I have
found some who fear it may lead to anal activity which they don't want or
enjoy.

"I am going to kiss you all over. Just let yourself relax, and remember,
that this is just for your pleasure, and nothing but my tongue is going to
get inside of your body."

"Are you sure this is OK? Healthy, I mean?"

"Yes. There is a little hazard, but not to me, not if you are healthy. And
trust me, it doesn't really taste bad."

Now, that wasn't always true about the taste, but it was always true that
my lover's enjoyment and my appreciation of her pleasure was worth a brief
encounter with a slightly unsavory meal. The taste of Sammy's skin so far
was very pleasant, and so, I began kissing her ass. I didn't start with the
crack of it, but instead, brushed each cheek from side to center, up and
down, kneading it with fingers, tapping on it, getting closer and closer to
the center. I allowed my kisses to extend to her thighs, and back across
the center between her legs, and licked her vulva briefly before I began my
slow rise along her crack. She wriggled as I did this, making it hard for
me to stay on target, but I stuck my tongue in as I went, lapping my way
across her anus, pressing hard there. She tasted nice, very clean, mostly
sweat, and I didn't mind it at all. I continued upward, while stroking her
inner thighs, just below her pussy, with my fingers. I made it to the top
of her crack, and continued up just past it, then began moving back down,
stopping just before her vagina. I repeated this activity several times,
then took a break to get a brandy. Since I had a small bottle out, and a
couple glasses, that didn't take long.

"It isn't just that I'm thirsty, or that I want to wash the taste out. I
don't want to risk carrying anything from there to your vagina," I tell
Samantha. "It might be safe, but I wouldn't want to spoil the results of
this evening with problems later."

"What about fucking in the ass? I haven't done that yet, either."

"The usual safe sex practices, you know, apply. It can feel quite nice, but
you do want to take care." I finish my drink, then say "You can read more
lectures and guides later. There are lots of good bo

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