The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]
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				Title: <strong>The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 22:49:36</strong>
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				Raymond waiting for the bus as he does every morning, he sees her every morning, her heels on, hair perfect, framing her face, body that you want to wrap your arms and legs around. He has stared into her eyes, yet, has not been able to muster up the courage to talk to her, to let her know the reason she catches him gazing at her so often. But he just smiles and slowly look away, not to hide his gazes, but to let her know he does look, without overdoing it.<br><br>They get on the bus and he chooses the seat near her, enough that he can keep his eyes on her, but she can't see him, he doesn't want to lose that luxury of watching her. It is the main bus between the eastside and downtown Seattle, so there is time to have a few fantasies between them to run through his mind. He dreams of the two of them together, in her room. He naked on the bed, tied up. Her in her heels and thong, perky breasts open to taunt him, tease him and punish him whenever she feels. She forces herself on him, making his tongue please her, in any way she pleases. She touches him, only to pull away and keep him from releasing. Every thought going through his mind gives her more power over him, in the fantasy and in reality. He has spent many a bus ride with his eyes closed visioning her standing over him, pulling up her strap on and securing it around her waist, while he watches and waits to see how she will use it. As the bus comes to a stop and jerks him out of his fantasy, he realizes his thoughts have led to a nice reaction, and he pulls his newspaper closer to him, hoping to hide the stiff member he has awoke with thoughts of her. <br><br>They have spoken once, but that was it, nothing more than a short pleasantry. But in his mind they have spent much time together, with nothing between them, but her domination over him. Teasing him, taunting him and his arousal, bringing him up, only to let him wait. On a few occasions, she has given in to his arousal, and would ride him, fucking him to exhaustion. Other times, she has bent him over, cracking his ass, making him red to remind him of her power. How she will take him over and fuck him, in no way has she allowed him to fuck her, it has always been her doing, never has she released that power. <br><br>However, in real life, she keeps the world out through her Ipod, if only he knew how to express the things he has done to her, with her, the pleasure he has seen in her eyes, and the pleasure he has had with her. If only he had a way to find out how she feels, has she spent any moments catching a glimpse of him, had any thoughts of her taking him at her will. Perhaps, she has envisioned her putting him on&nbsp; all fours, pushing his head down while she is violating him, just as he invisioned also. <br><br>The ride continues, on the bus and in his head. Over and over, will he ever get a signal from her, will he ever get the courage up to find out on his own. The things they could do, now his mind wanders to the reality of it, the foreplay on the ride home. Sitting by each other in the back, him fingering her, priming her up for when they get to the park and ride. Her whispering her demands in his ear, watching his cock swell with anticipation, for her to take a firm hold of. Never has he pondered such a wonderous affair. But will reality ever collide with fantasy and give him his wishes?<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 22:29:36</strong>
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				Marta Wagner sits on the bus as she does every day, sliding over a seat here or there depending on who sits next to her. The bus ride in is filled with the regulars. There is one woman she called "Mrs. Goodytooshoos" and a guy she calls "Mr. Neanderthal" and a whole host of other characters that she makes up in her head mostly based on their appearance.&nbsp; Personality sometimes comes into play after she gets to see someone a few times. <br><br>The "Shy Guy" is near her today.&nbsp; She knows he looks at her, but he never says anything.&nbsp; Well once.&nbsp; He said, "Hello."&nbsp; And she said, "Hello" back at him.&nbsp; Then silence.&nbsp; Weeks and weeks of sitting near her, staring at her and not saying a word.&nbsp; It was a little creepy, but she didn't think there was any harm in him.&nbsp; She saw he had a wedding ring on his finger, so she figured, at some point, he was one of those lonely married guys who liked to look.&nbsp; No harm in that.<br><br>She looks down at her own finger and sees the pale line that used to grace her left ring finger is no longer there.&nbsp; Two years, and the mark that showed she was married is gone.&nbsp; Her obvious singleness wears at her and grases at her.&nbsp; She wants to stand up and scream, "I'm single and I don't want to be alone anymore!"&nbsp; But she never does that.&nbsp; The truth is, she doesn't want to be married again, either.&nbsp; She wants...something.&nbsp; But she's not even sure what that is.&nbsp; Friendship?&nbsp; Guys to date?&nbsp; Girls to date?&nbsp; She has thought of all the possibilities that are now wide open to her and she wants to go there.&nbsp; It's just getting started.&nbsp; The freedom of being single has hit her recently and she's just started thinking about how to act on it.<br><br>She smiles at the Shy Guy, thinking she just saw him looking at her again.&nbsp; Even if he is married, would she interfere with that by smiling at the guy?&nbsp; She looks out of the bus and follows the line of cars across the bridge.&nbsp; It's a slow commute this morning and she frowns down at the low battery indicator on her ipod.&nbsp; SHe has forgotten to charge it.&nbsp; That's a rarity, but she unplugs the ears and listens in on the various conversations around her.<br><br>The "Old Dude" and the "Gothy School girl" with the violin are talking.&nbsp; The girl can't be more than fifteen, and here she is chatting with gramps.&nbsp; How does she not know he's not some creepy pedophile?&nbsp; The thoughts that stream through her mind surprise her.&nbsp; The "Old Dude" doesn't really creep her out.&nbsp; The girl is explaining about why she's wearing pajamas today. Something about spirit week, but Marta doesn't really pay attention.&nbsp; She looks at the bald eagle that has landed on the ugly piece of so called sculpture near the bridge.&nbsp; <br><br>She looks around the bus to see if anyone else is looking at it.&nbsp; She smiles again at the "Shy Guy" and turns her attention back outside unwilling to clue everyone into the bird's majesty.&nbsp; Soon, the bus has reached her stop for her transfer. Something makes her pause, though, and turn once again to "Shy Guy."&nbsp; She smiles and nods her head as if to acknowledge something though she's not sure what.&nbsp; It's sort of weird, she thinks, but maybe he knows.<br><br>She moves through her day in her usual perfectionistic way.&nbsp; She hustles and bustles and is thrilled when her lunch hour comes around.&nbsp; When she trips and falls, she is unaware at first that her ankle is injured.&nbsp; It takes a bit more walking and more pain to convince her that she has sprained, but not broken her ankle.&nbsp; The doctor gives her a pain pill and crutches.&nbsp; She hobbles home early on a different route than usual.&nbsp; The ride to work the next day on the bus was something she does not look forward to.&nbsp; But she remembers to plug in her ipod so she can listen to the rest of the book she's been listening to.<br><br>She gets up the next morning and gets dressed.&nbsp; She puts on clothing she finds comfortable yet still acceptable for work.&nbsp; It's different, perhaps, but she doesn't care.&nbsp; She's on crutches so she has an excuse to be a bit more casual.&nbsp; She climbs out of her little Jetta and hobbles over to the bus that is just taking on the long line of other passengers.&nbsp; She hopes that she can find someone to give up their seat easily.&nbsp; <br><br>She swipes her Orca card past the machine and looks around the front of the bus, her fingers fumbling on the card, her crutches and her ipod, dropping the last and causing her to blush.&nbsp; The ipod lands at "Shy Guy's" feet and she points to it with her crutches..."Do you mind?" she asks. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 00:21:28</strong>
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				Without saying a word, as if he instinctly knew his role to her, he reaches down and picks up her I-pod. Waits for her to sit next to him and hands it to her, with a glaring smile, one that he is doing his best to hide. It is now that he notices her ringless finger. As quick as this happens, he is stumped, did she see that I have a ring on, should I hide it, take it off, how can I give myself the best chance of her having interest in me. His mind goes blank and it is too late, no time to hide it, that would make it more obvious and at that point it would lose all of the moment. <br><br>At first he can't seem to muster the words to say to her. He wants everything to come out that leaves no room for doubt that he wants to submit himself to her every need, desire, and want. But he doesn't want to sound to desparate with it. This hasn't been a quick look over at another hot chick and think of positions to put her in. No, he has had a long relationhsip with her in his mind, she deserves nothing less than full attention and sumission. Quick flashbacks run through his head of the better fantasies he has had of her. Him tied up, naked, her in her leather, posturing over him.<br><br>Finally his mind comes back and he smiles and asks the obvious, are you OK? What happened to your ankle?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 02:21:06</strong>
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				Marta took the i-pod with a nod of thanks and settled in next to the guy she'd dubbed "the Shy guy" so long ago.&nbsp; She looked down at her ankle and frowned as if she'd rather not have anything to do with that part of her body at the moment.<br><br>She looked at him after a moment and said, "I tripped in a pothole in downtown yesterday.&nbsp; It's just a sprain, but it needs compression for a day or two."<br><br>She sat back in her seat and added,"It's a total pain to be on crutches, but it's better than trying to drive all the way into town on my own."&nbsp; She gathered the crutches to her and half hugged them because there wasn't any other place for them on the bus.&nbsp; <br><br>The bus turned a corner more sharply than usual and her shoulder leaned heavily into his.&nbsp; She looked toward the front and noticed the large woman who usually drove the bus was not there, but was replaced by a sharper more angular male.&nbsp; She shook her head in disdain at the newb at the wheel and wrapped the chords around her ipod and stuck it in her purse.&nbsp; She'd forgotten to charge it and it would do her no good like that.<br><br>She fidgeted a bit and turned her attention back to the guy sitting next to her.&nbsp; "So...I see you every day, but Fridays.&nbsp; You only work four days?&nbsp; Or do you drive in on Fridays?"&nbsp; She imagined a life where the car on Fridays would make it easier to stay in town to go out with the guys for drinks, or meet his wife for dinner.&nbsp; She knew that she was being sort of overt and maybe a bit personal, but it was something she'd wondered about--why the shy guy wasn't around one day a week.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 07:40:58</strong>
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				His mind begins to ponder, she actually noticed I am not here on Fridays?? He finds it difficult to believe that anyone had noticed, or payed enough attention to see. He is excited to know that someone did realize and take notice of him, especially her. Maybe he wasn't alone in all of his fantasies and thoughts. Maybe she did notice him. Now his mind rushes too fast, too forward and he wants to beleive that she feels the same and her noticing is because she wants him as bad as he wants her. That his longing might be reciprocated. He quickly catches reality and remembers they are in their first conversation and replies.<br><br>"I work from home on Fridays, or don't go in at least. It was first so that my wife and I could have long weekends together, but now she works all weekend, and I have Fridays and Saturdays pretty much to myself." Trying to leave the door open for her to pick up on his hints he is heavily giving her. Letting her know that he has a bit of time to himself that he would be more than happy to share with someone. To give up total submission and relish in serving a body like hers. Again, falling into his fantasy now that she is on the same page and has been planning to find a way to take him as her servant and sex slave.<br><br>"I have been going to the gym and golfing when the weather is cooperating. It has been nice just having my own time to do things for myself. Although, I have been hoping to find someone who also has some time those days to go out and about with. Spend some time with, now that I don't have anyone for those days."<br><br>He turns to her as he is responding, almost beginning to fulfill the role as her sub. He figures he has nothing to lose, what is the worst, she will say, "good luck", or "that would be nice", and leave it at that. But what if she bites, what if she takes the hints and runs with them. He has tried at home to desparately fill this void, this need he has been having as of late, and wants to take no chances in missing out if she would be interested or would be more than happy to join him. So with him throwing caution into the wind, he nearly blurts out, "how about you?, what are your Fridays and Saturdays like?"<br><br>He immediately realizes what he just said, what he just did. Did he go to far? Did he just take what he enjoyed of fantasizing about, who he enjoyed fantasizing with? He wants to find a way to weaken his statement, to try and find a way to get out of what he just said, in case she is appalled, upset, or maybe even lectures him and judges him for even pondering such a scenario. <br><br>Time is standing still, he begins to sweat a little, but is turned on by him finally taking the chance. He waits for what seems to be an eternity for her response. And just hopes it is favorable.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Additional Options... <br>&nbsp;Notify me of replies. Lock this topic. Return to this topic. Don't use smileys.<br>shortcuts: hit alt+s to submit/post or alt+p to preview <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 00:36:58</strong>
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				Marta found herself blinking in mute surprise as the shy guy shifted into not so shy guy in the blink of an eye.&nbsp; She hadn't expected that, not in a million years.&nbsp; Then again, they'd been riding the same bus for a long time, day in day out.&nbsp; They sort of 'knew' each other, but it was a little out of left field for her.&nbsp; <br><br>Part of her wanted to back away and find a new place to sit, but that was impractical with the crutches.&nbsp; She was sure she had a bit of a surprised look on her face, and she modified it to the one she used when she found herself in very strange circumstances.&nbsp; She hadn't had any better offers lately, and she wasn't likely to get them anytime soon.&nbsp; Still, it seemed sort of weird to ask someone, who you'd never met for real before, not only just out to do stuff, but to imply an affair on top of it.<br><br>She blinked a couple of times as so many thoughts ran through her mind that she was sure she looked like she hadn't heard him.&nbsp; Then she slowly said, "Well...I'm afraid I can't...you see..."&nbsp; She searched for her words.&nbsp; For some reason she didn't want to say no.&nbsp; She knew that's what she ought to say, a big part of her knew that.&nbsp; In spite of the circle of metal around his left finger, she wanted to just see what might come of this.&nbsp; An attached man would have his limits, and that could be a good thing.<br><br>"Why...why don't we start with, say introducing ourselves?"&nbsp; She sucked in her lower lip and bit it for a second before adding, "I'm afraid I don't make it much of a habit to...erm...date men without knowing their name.&nbsp; I'm Marta."&nbsp; She threaded her arm awkwardly through a whole in her crutch and extended her hand to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 08:25:06</strong>
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				"Oh, yes, I am sorry, my name is Raymond, I apoligize for not giving a formal introduction, but I have to admit, I feel like I know you, without knowing you. Seeing you everyday, I just too the priveledge of thinking so, but please let it be known, I am not being forward, just um, well, guess I got ahead of myself. I know we haven't talked, but seemed to know each other. Please, I am sorry, don't be upset or take me as a creep, really, I am innocent."<br><br>This was what he said, but inside, he knew he was far from innocent, he had been through so many scenarios with her, known her inside and out and given her so much of himself in his fantasies that they were familiar with each other, but he had been caught, and didn't know how to get out of it, but say that.<br><br>He began to sweat, heart began to race, and was sure his face was turning red, giving her all the signs of him wanting her. What could he do, he threw himself out there and there was no hiding from it. By the time he realized what was going on, he began to feel even more signs, his cock was swelling, pulsating at the thought of her being receptive and wanting him as much as he wanted her. He began to think of ways to make this work. And resonds with another weak response.<br><br>"Sorry, I was just thinking out loud, I didn't mean to put anything out there that was meant to be uncomfortable, but I guess I was forward in mentioning that. Honestly, I am not a freak or some odd dude that you should be concerned about. Truly, I am not out to put someone in a situation, but I guess I felt some kind of connection with you, even though we never really, or actually chatted. Standing there waiting for the bus, riding the bus, we have caught glances and, well to be honest, you seemed to be the one I thought I connected with. And hopefully this isn't too weird, found you quite attractive, wanting to say something, but never had the opportunity, or guts to. You being so attractive and seemingly far beyond my league. I never thought you would want to chat or talk to me, so I would understand if I have made your thoughts of me being the 'weird dude' on the bus true. But before you decide to think that, I wanted to give it a shot and put myself out there, letting you know what I think. Yes, there is obviously more, I am sure you noticed my situation, but I would love to have an opportunity to talk more and get to know you, and you me, beyond that and let you know me for me. Please, give me a chance."<br><br>He exhales, waiting his future, knowing this would be the ultimate situation for me, someone so attractive and removed from his situation to allow him to express his fantatsies and yearnings. What if she responds postively, and wants to chat more. He can only hope. Either way, he is happy and relieved he took the opportunity to put it out there. Then looks down and is more relieved that his coat is covering the buldge in his pants that his conversation with her has created. If anything, once at work he can get to his office, shut the door and live out a choice encounter with her in his mind...........
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				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 05:27:15</strong>
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				Marta looked nervously around the bus.&nbsp; Shy guy had turned into Effusive Man in a matter of seconds.&nbsp; &nbsp;She wondered if others could hear what he was saying, but no one else seemed to be listening.&nbsp; She realized that for all intents and purposes, others would merely see them as engaged in heated discussion. <br><br>She cocked her head as he spoke and it took her a while to realize that he'd spent a lot of time looking at her and thinking about her.&nbsp; More than she had him, that was for sure.&nbsp; She'd dismissed him mostly because of his wedding ring.&nbsp; Not that he wasn't nice enough to look at, but the ring usually was a huge symbol for "TAKEN!" so she usually just shuffled guys with rings on their finger into a mental category that was pretty much, "look but not much."<br><br>He looked all embarrassed and different all of a sudden, and she decided she didn't have to be mean or cruel.&nbsp; It dawned on her that the guy had taken this huge leap from complete obscurity and silence to asking her to have an affair, and that must have been part of the weirdness she felt.<br><br>"Erm...Raymond...How about you just sort of...slow down a bit?&nbsp; I mean...It's nice to meet you, but, we don't really know each other.&nbsp; We ride the bus together, but you can't possibly know anything about me beyond where I start my day and where I get off this bus.&nbsp; You don't know what I do...or who I am...maybe...we could just chat first?"&nbsp; She didn't know why she was even offering that much to a guy who was sort of coming across a little stalker like, but she didn't think he was really some creep so much as some lonely guy who'd taken a sudden opening without much planning.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 18:21:07</strong>
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				"Yes, I would love to chat. Funny how we all ride this bus together in the mornings, and other than the few 'bus buddies' we really don't know each other very well." But in his mind, he knew all he needed to know, she was gorgeous, dominant, erotic, and now talking with him. This was almost too good to be true, that this fantasy has even made it to this point.<br><br>"So, tell me more about your days? Do you enjoy your work?" He thought this would be the safest question to ask, after trying to put in a years worth of work to her in the first 30 seconds of the conversation, he felt he should probably back off and start there. But his mind was so far past these details. He was more curious as to her after work. What does she do when she gets off the bus and drives off. Not only that, but what was she wearing underneath her clothes today. His mind is spinning, almost dizzy, that endorphin releasing rush one gets when their mind is mid way into a fantasy.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 20:29:07</strong>
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				Marta watched as the bus pulled over for the last Eastside stop before crossing the bridge over the lake.&nbsp; She saw the young guy with the guitar head over to goth girl with the violin and start chatting.&nbsp; She had noticed the older boy move from sitting at the front of the bus to finding a seat really close to her, or standing nearby when the bus was full.<br><br>She returned her attention to Shy...no Raymond, and said,"Well....I like my job well enough.&nbsp; It's paying the bills and I get to have a free mind away from it.&nbsp; I clear my desk daily and don't take home any head stuff so that's nice.&nbsp; The people are all good and there's no funky office politics, so I'm happy."<br><br>She shrugged.&nbsp; "Not much to tell really.&nbsp; I go to work.&nbsp; I go home.&nbsp; My life is rather un-entertaining at the moment."<br><br>That was the truth of it.&nbsp; Ever since she'd found herself alone, the kids away in college and herself in her first small house all by herself...she'd pretty much spent the last two years hibernating.&nbsp; She was bored.&nbsp; Well, maybe less bored than a few minutes ago.&nbsp; A decent enough seeming guy was chattering away at her like a high-school trying to get a date for the prom.&nbsp; There was something to that that felt sort of good.<br><br>She <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 20:47:33</strong>
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				"That sounds nice, I have similar story about my work. Only 3 of us in my department, one of which is only in half time and the other is on in three days a week. It is nice, but after a while it would be a good thing to have someone to chat with during the day. But I do like not having to answer to anyone really, and can and have actually just taken off during the day to get out and about, and nobody ever seemed to notice, so I really enjoy that freedom." He shared with her.<br><br>Then he had to give her a little bit of a hard time, "I don't buy your life being 'un-entertaining'. How can someone like you not have something going on all the time?? I mean, you sound very successful at work, I can see with my own eyes how attractive you are, how does that end up happening then? I would have bet you had quite the entertaining life." Almost trying to dare her to prove it to him, searching for a way in to her so called 'un-entertaininig life', because as far as he had fantasized about, he had nothing but an 'over-entertaining' life.<br><br>In fact if he could, he would forget work and skip his stop and follow her. Spend the day with her, where ever she would want to go. Well, where ever she would want to go that would keep it discrete anyways. But his desire for her has reached it's peak thus far, and if he had gotten this far, why not pursue more.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 21:56:59</strong>
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				Marta let out a short laugh and said, "I'm afraid it's true.&nbsp; But, it has been of my own choosing, I suppose."<br><br>She shook her head thoughtfully.&nbsp; She had no desire to give this veritable stranger a sob story or anything remotely depressing.&nbsp; Old emotions and desires were slowly kindling within her, and she decided it was time, now, to take a little curve in her currently boring existence.&nbsp; &nbsp;The bus had plowed through it's route in no-time and was soon enough turning off the massive freeway known as I-5 and onto a major arterial called Denny.&nbsp; She'd get off for a transfer soon.<br><br>"Mostly of my own choosing...I should say.&nbsp; Erm...Why don't you meet me for lunch?&nbsp; Macrina Bakery?&nbsp; Around 11:30?" She asked, standing up as the bus glided toward the stop.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 22:46:14</strong>
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				"Yes, sure, most definitely, I will be there." He nearly tripped over his own words, trying to get them out to her.<br><br>He watched her get off the bus and stared at her as he pulled away from her. His mind was racing, his blood was pumping. And then it sank in, what the hell am I going to do. I have fantasized about this gorgeous woman for so long, it all worked out in my head, but now it is reality, now she really wants to meet me and get to know me, can I really do this? <br><br>His first reaction was to pull his coat over himself as he could feel his cock beginning to swell from the excitement and anticipation. He knew there would be no work getting done today, as his mind was in overdrive with the ecstacy of just chatting with her. Now all he can do is ponder as to who she really is, and once again getting ahead of himself, wanting to know how she will feel. Wanting to taste her, the anticipation of her restraining him and forcing herself on him, riding his face and nearly suffocating him with her golden jucies. He nearly missed his own stop in mid thought, but was fortunate enough to catch it, and stumble off, without anyone making obvious of his erection for his new friend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 23:42:50</strong>
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				Marta went through her morning routine without much changes.&nbsp; She looked at the clock a bit more often since it was almost never that she actually had a lunch date.&nbsp; Date.&nbsp; What a strange word.&nbsp; It had been, literally years...She would think about it and occasionally laugh at herself and shrug her shoulders at her own silliness.&nbsp; It was just a lunch date.&nbsp; And, she wasn't able to go home and change or do anything ahead of time to "pretty" herself up.&nbsp; She was just how she wasgoing to be.&nbsp; No stress of wondering what to wear or any of that.&nbsp; It was freeing really.&nbsp; <br><br>Carrie stopped what she was doing at some point and said, "Marta...you okay?&nbsp; You're awfully quite today."<br><br>Marta put down the file she'd been sorting through and said, "I'm going on a lunch date.&nbsp; Can you believe that?&nbsp; Me...a lunch date." She smiled and shook her head in bemusement.&nbsp; "ANd I suggested it!" <br><br>Carrie laughed and said, "It's about time!&nbsp; Where'd you meet him?"<br><br>"Oh...lord...on the 545!&nbsp; The bus into town," she said, laughing like it was the silliest thing she'd ever heard.<br><br>"Well, why not the bus?&nbsp; Better than a bar, anyway," she said.<br><br>"Well...look at the time..I gotta run so I can be on time for my date," Marta said, leaving the file open on her desk and grabbing her purse.&nbsp; She picked up the crutches and frowned at them.&nbsp; Damn things.&nbsp; She was so not enjoying having them.<br><br>She walked-limped her way to the restaurant which was only a few blocks from her office and saw Raymond hadn't arrived yet.&nbsp; Being early was good as she knew there would be tables available.&nbsp; She had her choice picked out before she sat down.&nbsp; The specials board was up with one of her favorite items.&nbsp; She ordered an iced tea while as she was seated and sat with her back to the corner so she could watch as people entered the restaurant. She pulled out her kindle and turned on her book.&nbsp; She wouldn't want to look entirely desperate when he arrived.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 00:15:30</strong>
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				This morning seemed to take longer than usual for him. In fact, he sat at his desk, doing nothing but looking productive and busy. There was no way he was going to get anything started or involved in anything that would make him late. He wasn't risking that. The only problem, is this made the morning go on forever.<br><br>He imagined a few fantasies with her. Yes, this was quite forward, but he couldn't help it. He slid his chair a bit further into the desk as his cock again began to swell with excitement as he pictures her standing over him. Her boots over his chest as she holds him down. Making him kiss her boots, as she barked out orders for him to pleasure her.<br><br>He notices the time, and quickly backs out of the programs on his computer, locks it, grabs his coat and walks out with a little giddy up in his step. <br><br>Arriving at the restaurant, he looks around, and Marta in the corner booth. He heads her way to join her. With a smile he says "Hello, this is nice to get out for lunch. I can't tell you how excited I was all morning, I am so glad you wanted to meet me."<br><br>He is quite nervous, and stalls, not sure if he is to hug her, give her a kiss, he is a bit lost. He doesn't want to be seen or noticed by anyone that he is here with such a gorgeous woman, and lead on that his hope is that it is a date, but would love for no one to be in the room to show her just how much he lusts for her. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 01:12:11</strong>
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				Marta closed her Kindle and put it in her bag.&nbsp; SHe hadn't really been reading but had planned&nbsp; what she wanted to say to Raymond.&nbsp; She didn't want to get caught in another relationship where she was unhappy physically.&nbsp; She wanted a man who could take the same journey she needed to go on.&nbsp; SHe was done reading about it.&nbsp; She was done spending her evenings alone with a book in one hand and a toy in the other.&nbsp; She was done fantasizing and pretending.&nbsp; She was ready to pursue some things she'd been dreaming about...and she wanted it to be real.&nbsp; Raymond had had all the signs that her books and stories talked about.&nbsp; He seemed the right kind of man to do what she wanted.<br><br>She'd never really looked at him that way before this morning, but his near groveling on the bus seemed to be a clear signal to her. <br><br>She smiled kindly and waved for him to sit down across for her, neither offering him her hand or standing up for a hug or kiss in greeting.&nbsp; "I'm glad you made it, Raymond," she said kindly.<br><br>She tapped at her watch and said, "I'm afraid I forgot about an after lunch meeting, so I have barely an hour.&nbsp; I just want you to know that now, so you don't think I'm running out on you at the end of the meal."<br><br>She looked at Raymond carefully.&nbsp; He seemed eager and excited.&nbsp; Yes...just the right kind of man.&nbsp; She was hoping lunch would clinch it for her.&nbsp; Straight talk was all she needed.&nbsp; The book she carried memorized in her brain had told her so much, and now she was ready to move that knowledge into action.<br><br>She put her hands together and said, "You know Raymond...you pretty much asked me to have an affair this morning on the bus." <br><br>She spoke matter of factly--as though everyone began relationships with negotiations.<br><br>"I am looking for something...and someone to spend time with.&nbsp; But, I need to be up front with my needs," she paused as the waiter came over to fill her iced tea and take their lunch orders.&nbsp; She ordered and waited for Raymond to quickly scan the menu and find something.&nbsp; <br><br>"Tell me, Raymond," She said as the waiter left the table,"What exactly do you think might happen between us?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 17:18:46</strong>
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				Raymond orders his sandwich and without hesitation responds to her inquiry or what he would like to think of demands, or desires of him. He can't decide whether to find a way to blow off the seriousness of her acusations or to roll with it and follow through. He wishes he could just laugh it off and pretend he didn't, now that he is faced with the actuality of it happening. But this is the adrenalin and endorphin rush he has been looking for. His mind is tingling and his heart is pumping.<br><br>"Well, I, uhh, I was just, is that how it came out? I am sorry to have sounded so forward, I guess sometimes I just talk without thinking too much. But, I have to admit, I have fantasized about it quite a bit, so maybe it was just one of those things where my filter wasn't working too well. I hope I didn't upset you in any way. You did offer lunch with me, so I must not have made too so my inquiries must not have been too unappealing to you."<br><br>He wasn't sure if he made the right response, but wanted to let her know in every way, he didn't pretty much ask her, he was asking her. And since she was the one to first bring the obvious of the situation, he wanted to let her know he was fully in on it. No waivering here, or any gray area, he wanted her. <br><br>But now his mind was working even more beyond the fantasies and scenarios they could live out. What more did she have, what is it that she desires? Was he hitting the jackpot with her, did they have the same wants? His whole reason for his fantasies of her was his wanting to expand outside the vanilla bedroom life he had been living. No new wife or person to fall in love with and have a life with. He just wanted someone to teach him, someone to grab him by the hand and give him lessens in stretching the boundaries of his sex life. The anxiety was setting in, what did she need? Certainly she knows he is married and cannot make any garantees beyond carnal desires with her, so what was she referring to. His endorphin rush is on overload, his mind is slightly spinning, this is the rush he longs for, the space where his mind and spirit wander from his body. <br><br>He looks back at her and resonds to her questions. "And do tell, what are your 'needs'? I would love to know all about them, I hope they fall in line with my needs. I hope that I would be able to satisfy those needs and leave you happy. I certainly want to see you smiling and happy, that is my main goal."<br><br>"As for what I think might happen between us, I can't quite tell, not because I want to keep it a secret, it is just as you have noted before, not knowing each other too well yet, I am not sure. Give us some time to let me get to know you, your needs, desires, and body, and then we will can find out. Either way, so far, I am liking what has happened between us so far, and we have only made it to lunch."<br><br>"But please, tell me your needs, what is it you desire? And then can I follow with the same question to you, wht is it you exactly think might happen between us? I am hoping that it will be something that leaves us both smiling and spent and wanting more. But I don't want to persuade your answer here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 21:14:55</strong>
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				Marta clasped her hands together and leaned toward Raymond, once again glad she'd chosen this restaurant, where the tables were far enough apart and the kitchen was loud enough that no one could hear her.&nbsp; The fact he'd spoken what seemed like the magical words to her had put her at a sudden ease.&nbsp; He wanted something that wasn't "vanilla."&nbsp; She knew that that was her entry point.&nbsp; If he wanted something other than vanilla, that was something she could understand.<br><br>She looked at him appraisingly.&nbsp; He was decent looking, even if not directly her type.&nbsp; That didn't matter so much as the fact that she had a very good chance of getting what she wanted out of him.&nbsp; It could be a mutually beneficial experience.<br><br>"I'll tell you what I need, Raymond.&nbsp; And I'm going to put this in perhaps vulgar language, but I want to be quite clear...and not ambiguous.&nbsp; I'm not some sweet little innocent young thing that's never been around men before.&nbsp; I'm an older woman whose had a life.&nbsp; A good one.&nbsp; But, I'm at a stage where I want...sex.&nbsp; And not vanilla sex.&nbsp; Tell me, Raymond, and here we have to be frank...I like to be in control...do you think you could kneel at my feet and do as I ask?"&nbsp; She said, her eyes twinkling with the offer. As Mart spoke, she felt a rush of heat along with a thick gush of liquid begin to soak her panties.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 22:50:55</strong>
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				Raymond's blood pressure began to increase, his pulse shot up, he almost wanted to pinch himself, but wanted to appear calm, cool and collected. He always thought, assertive and cool, but not cocky. But this was more than he had ever encountered, now he just didn't want to appear over zealous and show that he had never been this close to fulfilling a fantasy of this magnatude.<br><br>"Are you suggesting a sub/dom type of relationship? Wow, I have always pondered and thought of it as something to want to try, but never encountered an actual opportunity to experience it. To be honest, I am more turned on just hearing you say those words than I would have thought I would be actually getting to live out that fantasy."<br><br>He adjusted in his chair as he could feel his cock begin to swell with anticipation and excitement at future pleasure to come. Still in shock to not only find somoene interested in playing with him, but to fulfill his domme/mistress fantasy. His mind feels like it was on a string, like a balloon being held by a boy, floating above them. Not much more to say to her but, "when can I start?"<br><br>"I have never experienced anything of this type, will you be OK in teaching me and allowing me to learn to please you, and become you servant?"<br><br>He couldn't believe his ears or what he had been hearing. Wanting more, wanting to be sure this was real. <br><br>"Tell me more, I want to be a part of this, I want to know more ideas you have in your mind that we can play out?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 23:16:43</strong>
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				Marta slipped off her show casually, and the waiter approached with their meals.&nbsp; She kept her bare foot crossed over her wrapped ankle, and picked up her fork.&nbsp; She stabbed some food and lifted the fork to her mouth.<br><br>She leaned forward again after she was sure they were alone and her foot rose to his groin.&nbsp; She loved long tablecloths.&nbsp; "Ah...I can see you are interested."&nbsp; She stroked his hardening cock under his pants with her foot for just a moment before removing it and slipping it back into her shoe.<br><br>"I suggest we begin my talking specific likes and interests.&nbsp; Learn each others limits.&nbsp; And yes...A domme/sub relationship is exactly what I'm talking about.&nbsp; It's been a long time since I've pursued anything like this...a couple of years, frankly, and you've reawakened a desire for me to follow through."&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 23:39:59</strong>
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				"You are just what I have been looking for. And I should be punished for taking so long to even considering talking with you. Nice to have someone take no time in checking to see how interested I am. Hope you are happy to find that out."<br><br>His cock continued to harden and even throb inside his pants. At the state he was in, he was somewhat glad she didn't continue to stroke him, as he is nearly at his peak. This was almost too much to take in. He could feel the wetness of his precum when she rubbed him with her foot.<br><br>"Well, I can start by telling you that I have fantasized and am turned on by the thought of having such a strong woman to submit too. And so you know, just to let you in on where we are starting with this, that is something I have never admitted to, or even discussed with anyone. So I feel that I can trust you and open up with you. I think part of my desire in this area of play is to be vulnerable, and see that someone can take that vulnerability and keep it safe. Allowing me to expand my boundaries and maybe even experience things that I have never pondered."<br><br>He laid that out there to see her response, hoping he didn't sound like some ignorant savant trying to make something that it isn't. Making drama and a mountain out of a molehill, or a dramatic series out of a simple affair.<br><br>"I just don't want to be judged, or be afraid to try anything. And I want to hear you feeling the same. Almost to the point of where you want to see if I would judge or be willing to follow and experience it with you. But most of all, I want to have a trusting relationship, even if it is in a discreet one, that is based on breaking a separate trust."<br><br>"As for specific details, I have way, way too many to get through during lunch here, so we can just go over those as we get to them. How about you, would you share any of your specific likes and desires? If I told you that tomorrow afternoon, I have time and a place, what would you want to do with it? Any fantasies you have bottled up that you would want to start us off with??"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 21:39:42</strong>
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				Marta sat back and listened to Raymond go on...it was like watching an eager puppy who has found someone willing to throw the frisbee for him some more.&nbsp; Well, his enthusiasm at any rate was genuine, and she couldn't help but think that the guy had been cooped up like a bunny in a cage.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was, in his own way, quite charming.<br><br>"I believe we can work out an arrangement that suits both our needs.&nbsp; I don't pretend to judge others for what they want or need, and I have a deep capacity for understanding various desires...especially ones that would get you labeled as a freak or weirdo by the general population.&nbsp; But, I've met men who want to be dressed up like women and forced to kiss toes all day long.&nbsp; I enjoy it most when I know what pushes your boundaries, what excites you and scares you at the same time..and I get you to go there anyway," she said, warming to her role.&nbsp; It felt good to talk so openly with Raymond, like putting on an old pair of jeans that had been forgotten in the back of the closet but fit like a glove and was comfortable.&nbsp; "That takes time to get there...showing you that you can handle the small things first...building up over time to those things that make your heart pound because they are so over the top you can hardly imagine doing them to begin with."<br><br>She cocked her head and nodded slowly, "Let's start simple and work up to the things you wonder and worry about."<br><br>She looked at her watch and reached into her purse.&nbsp; She pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to him.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I've written my private email cell number on this.&nbsp; I'm busy during the week this week, but I'm available all day Saturday.&nbsp; I can't take time off work, but some evenings and weekends work for me.&nbsp; Call or email me and we can finalize a time and place to meet."&nbsp; <br><br>She stood up and said, "I need to get back to the office.&nbsp; Thanks for lunch, Raymond."&nbsp; She walked over to him and placed her hand under his chin to make him look up at her.&nbsp; She stroked his cheek gently for a moment, her thumb running over his lower lip gently,&nbsp; and nodded before hobbling off on her crutches.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>27-05-2010, 01:24:53</strong>
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				He gazed at her as she left. Thinking the stupid line that has been repeated over and over like a bad pick up line, I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you walk away.<br><br>His mind was in overload, and his body was running on it's own. He wanted to email her right away, but knew he had to wait and gain some composure. After all, he felt he made it quite obvious as to what he wanted and his desparation. Did she bring up dressing up like a woman? He had not desire for that, but if she was going to put him in that predicament, he would do it, at this point he told himself, he is in her hands and at her will. Whatever she wants, she gets and he will do so to make her happy. He was not going to let anything get in the way of him fulfilling this fantasy of having her and submitting to her.<br><br>Later that afternoon, he called the local place, he didn't even think of searching, just knew a place to get fast. He emailed her telling her just the details:<br>Redmond Inn, this Saturday. Can't wait. See you then, will text you the room number when I check in.<br><br>Whether this fantasy plays out to the fullest, he has increased his desire and feels like a man again, how great it felt to get his sexual energy flowing again. That nervous, anxious feeling flowing inside of him, something he had, regained. He felt this was the start of something he never imagined would be in his grasp again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>27-05-2010, 22:34:32</strong>
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				Marta checked her email one last time before leaving the office for the day and saw a message from Raymond.&nbsp; She tucked away the information and deleted the email from her folder.&nbsp; <br><br>Instead of taking her usual route home, she found another bus that would take her by Pine Street on Capitol Hill.&nbsp; There was a store there that had some things she would need for Saturday.&nbsp; She wasn't sure exactly what Raymond would be into, but she spent three hundred bucks on a few items that were sure to come in handy.&nbsp; She managed to have them package everything into one bag she could carry on a bus home even with crutches.&nbsp; She was hoping that another day on the damn things and she'd be able to limp around without them.<br><br>There was something vaguely comical about picturing herself looking all sexy with a bandage around her ankle.&nbsp; She opened her packages and spent an hour playing with the new toys, making sure the strap on she had purchased fit her and that the accompanying dildo she'd purchased worked with it.&nbsp; She played with the tension and straps until she was happy.&nbsp; She ended up masturbating with the dildo as she imagined how it would feel to be using it eventually. Maybe not the first Saturday, but she certainly planned on showing it to Raymond.<br><br>When Saturday finally rolled around, she found herself waking up early to prepare herself for her time with Raymond.&nbsp; She decided to leave herself entirely bushy but clean.&nbsp; She paid special attention to her hair and make-up.&nbsp; Her outfit of choice was simple yet suited to her shape and sexy as all hell, in spite of the fact she couldn't wear heels.&nbsp; She packed a bag that was discreet but filled with the toys she'd purchased.&nbsp; She picked up a book and patiently waited for Raymond's text.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 16:41:11</strong>
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				All morning Raymond's mind was racing. He wasn't worried about getting a way and how to get some time for himself to meet up with Marta, more about the meeting with Marta. Will he live up to her expectations. And what were her expectations, wants and needs. She left him hanging in the respect that she wouldn't tell her deep desires and just what she had in mind for them. He wasn't concerned that she may push him beyond his boundaries, that was what he was wanting. It is just the anticipation of learning those expectations, wants and needs.<br><br>He makes his way to the Inn, checks in and heads directly to the room. He takes out his phone and begins to text Marta. Fingers fumbling, he gets nothing more out than "Here waiting for you, room B251, can't wait to see you."<br><br>Wanting to shake off some of the nerves, he turns on the shower and undresses. As he looks in the mirror and takes a deep sigh, he looks at himself. Smiling, yet trembling a little, he sees a man ready to learn, ready to experience things he has only fantasized and desired. His cock is fully erect and twitching from each heart beat, he is already throbbing for Marta. He turns and gets in the shower. The warm water covering him, his nerves slowly calming as he cleanses. Just as he is turnging off the water he hears it. Her knock on the door, and all the nerves and anxiety he had so calmed, began to race again. How could just a knock at the door raise such anxiety? But, he reached for a towel, dried off a little as he made his way to the door. Almost on purpose not drying off completely, nor covering completely. He had been forward all the way so far, why start now. As he walked past the mirror, he again sees what might be the story of his life, his hard erect cock leading the way to an exciting new adventure with a georgous wondeful woman.<br><br>He peaks through the peep hole to assure it is Marta and smiles, opens the door to let her in. His eyes meet hers and he is enamored. Her beauty enters the room and he is nearly speechless and she has him as putty in her hands, and at this point, there isn't much more he could muster up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 20:50:48</strong>
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				Marta wasn't quite sure what she'd find behind the door as she knocked, but she wasn't surprised to see Raymond standing there naked, with a towel barely covering his hardened cock.&nbsp; She stepped in past him, her crutches annoying the hell out of her.&nbsp; As she passed she stopped and grabbed the towel off of him before closing the door behind her.&nbsp; She looked directly at his cock as if inspecting a car or a piece of meat at the store.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well, that looks like it will do a few things I might like," she said.&nbsp; She walked past him and turned around.&nbsp; Dropping the bag of toys on the bed and placing her crutches next to the bed, she stood on her good foot and crossed her arms.<br><br>She raised an eyebrow and said,"I think, Raymond, you would look better to me on your knees.&nbsp; Now come here and kneel right here."&nbsp; She pointed to the place in front of her and waited for him to kneel in front of her.&nbsp; She began to remove things from her bag.&nbsp; She held them up to Raymond one by one so he could see them.<br><br>First, she held up a strap on harness and three dildos that went into the strap on.&nbsp; They varied in size and length.&nbsp; &nbsp;She then held up a paddle, some rope and an anal plug.<br><br>"These are all things I plan on using on you today.&nbsp; I'm betting you've never been fucked in the ass before, Raymond.&nbsp; Am I right?"&nbsp; She asked, smiling as she used the anal plug to stroke his cheek.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 21:03:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Raymond's heart began to beat a little faster, and his cock began to throb a little more. As much as he had been turned on by the thought of this perfect fantasy, a gorgeous woman, dominating him into submission, following through with turning the tables on him and fucking him with her cock, making him feel as though he has lost control and is subject to her needs. <br><br>But this wasn't a fantasy, this was the reality, could this really be happening, there was not way to describe what his emotions were at this point, it was all a big mess like the toys she just threw on the bed. His senses were on overload, and he knew he was going to have to obey and do as he was told. <br><br>He looked up at Marta and replied, "take me master, I am yours, take my virgin ass and teach me, I want to please you." There didn't seem to be anything more to say, but to give one last reply, "how can I please you, where do you want me and what do you want me to do?"<br><br>Eagerly, he awaits her response. He was anxious, he didn't ever expect to live out his fantasies, and here he was just as he had fantasized about, him naked down below this gorgeous woman, mistress. Her crutches and brace didn't even come to draw his attention, his mind was so far beyond them. Her dressed in her power, commanding him to do as she wishes. His pleasure would be her pleasure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 18:15:38</strong>
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				Marta stroked his cheek gently and said, "I will enjoy taking your ass...Raymond...First things first.&nbsp; Always, you must remember, that everything you do is for my pleasure."<br><br>She lifted her skirt to reveal the stockings and garters she wore along with her naked pussy.&nbsp; Her hair curled in dark thick patch on her mons.&nbsp; She sat back on the bed and opened her legs.&nbsp; Spreading her own pussy lips open to reveal her already swelling clitoris.&nbsp; She dipped two fingers into her pussy and released a gush of shiny liquid that she rubbed around her labia and across her clitoris. <br><br>"Tell me Raymond...when you see this, what is it do you think you should do?" she asked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 19:15:50</strong>
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				Without hesitation Raymond responds, "I think I should use my tongue to lick and please that wonderful pussy of yours."<br><br>His mouth began to water, salivating at the thought of her taste and her lips on his. He nearly began to drool, his mind began to race and he was feeling lightheaded. He felt he was in a tunnel and all he could see and think of was her pussy, her glorious, pink pussy. <br><br>But he knew that nothing was his, all was hers and although he had hoped he had given the correct answer, he knew that it was noly correct if she felt it was. And he must wait for her direction as to what his next move was. As much as he yearned to bury his face in between her thighs and hear her moan and feel her squirn and squeeze his face with her thighs. He wanted to bring her pleasure from his tongue and lips. <br><br>He leaned forward, not much, he didn't want to show too much eagerness as if he would move forward without commaned, but it was all he could do to hold back as he licked his lips and froze his eyes on her precious goods. He knew this was the beginning of a wonderful thing. Now he can only wait for his direction.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 00:43:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marta smiled and said, "Well.&nbsp; I think that is a fine idea, Raymond.&nbsp; Why don't we start there."<br><br>She motioned for him to come forward and leaned back on her elbows. She kicked off her shoe and dropped her bestockinged foot to Raymond's shaft and pressed on it. <br><br>"I should warn you Raymond, I was taught from an early age to love my body and to accept its quirks. I tend to gush when I come.&nbsp; Be prepared to drink up," she said with a matter of fact tone in her voice.<br><br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 16:55:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Raymond tried to pull back his excitement, he had been with some woman who had squirted before, but never in the position where they had forced him down on them and wanted him to drink her up. How good it would feel to have her shower his face with her pleasure. He takes his hands and places them on her knees and slides them up her inner thighs, and gently pushes them apart as his face drops into her warm, moist inviting pussy.<br><br>He begins at the bottom of her lips and slowly, lightly licks up to the top of her pussy. Taking in her juices and tasting her for the first time. He let out some moans, and continued with some consistent lapping of her clit, then teasingly slid back down to her pussy and forced his tongue inside her as far as he could reach, wrapping his lips around hers as far as he could take.<br><br>Then he slid back up and began working on her clit licking up and down, up and down. Then tilting his head slightly giving his tongue a slight angle on her clit, he began to work faster and did everythig he could to keep in tune with Marta's body. His only goal was to hear, feel, and take her to pleasure, and open the flood gates for her to gush her juices all over him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 06:08:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marta fell back onto the bed and grabbed at the back of Raymond's head.&nbsp; Her fingers found clumps of his hair and grabbed onto him, keeping him glued to her there.&nbsp; <br><br>"That's it Raymond...take care of me first...and then I'll have to see what can be done with you," she said.&nbsp; &nbsp;She put her feet up on his shoulders, splaying her pussy open wide.&nbsp; "Don't forget I'm sensitive all over, Raymond...Use that tongue of yours everywhere, including my sweet ass.&nbsp; It's all clean and ready for your attentions."<br><br>She felt the excitement begin to burn in her as he tickled and licked at her clit. "Show me how much you want to be my little fuck toy..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 13:50:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His tongue working feverishly, up and down, round and round. He pays special attention to her clitoris, wrapping his lips around her special spot, suckling it ever so gently, while keeping pressure from his tongue. Then sliding his tongue back down and deep inside her pussy. In and out, up and down, not missing any area. <br><br>As his mouth continues to slide all the way back, he starts to make circles around her sweet ass. Continuing to keep pressure on her.<br><br>He wants to ask if she is liking his work on her, but her moans and tension from her thighs tells him not to stop. All he can muster out of his mouth is "hmmmmmm" humming to add more sensation to his Mistress.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 21:27:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marta groaned as Raymond began to buzz against her.&nbsp; It had been way too long since another human being had been between her legs.&nbsp; She'd become used to the texture of plastic and silicone.&nbsp; The warmth and wetness he brought was like an old familiar friend.<br><br>"Goodness," she said, "I might come faster than I have in months..."&nbsp; Her hips began to do their own thing as her body fought for its own pleasure.&nbsp; They thrust upward toward his face, seeking more pressure and contact.&nbsp; She let out a series of moaning grunts that could only be interpreted as happy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 18:22:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The more response she would give Raymond, the harder he worked. Nothing gave him more pleasure than to be rewarded with her pleasure. <br><br>Her groans seemingly begged him to lap up her juices faster, pick up the pace, to keep on her. Each thrust of her wonderful pussy into his face invited his tongue to go deeper, to search out her velvet walls and find her pleasure zones. His mind was on auto pilot, it was as if his body was only responding to her signals and direction. This was all that he had been searching for. <br><br>As much as he wanted to prolongue the moment and stay in the grasp of her thighs and the taste of her sweet juices. He wanted to give her pleasure, he wanted to hear her voice and feel her body orgasm all over him, and because of him.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 20:36:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I love it when a man can delve into things," she said.&nbsp; It was hard for her to talk, but she also wanted to make sure she didn't come to fast.&nbsp; What would be the point in not making him work a little for it?&nbsp; She sat up a bit and pulled up on his head, yanking his face away from her pussy.<br><br>"Look at your wet face," she said her eyes shining, "You just dove into my pussy like a good little puppy.&nbsp; You want me to come on you, don't you?&nbsp; Ask me to squirt on you, Raymond."<br><br>She rubbed a finger along his already swollen lips.&nbsp; Her eyes met his.&nbsp; "Tell me how much you want it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 20:44:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Squirt for me Mistress, I am thirsty for your juice, I beg for your juices on my face. I have wanted to taste you for so long, unfortunately it is just now that I have realized how bad I have needed it."<br><br>"I long for you to give me your wetness, shower my face with your pleasure. I want to see you, feel you, hear your pleasure from my tongue and face." He begged of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 20:29:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That it," she urged with a deep-throated laugh.&nbsp; "I can easily cover you..."<br><br>Pulling his head back to her pussy, she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, letting herself concentrate on her body.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was good having a man between her legs again after such a long break.<br><br>"That's it, Raymond...eat my pussy until I come...then...I can get to work," she promised.<br><br>She imagined tying Raymond up and having control over him.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was nothing like having a man in hand to play with for a few hours.&nbsp; She shoved her hips upward toward his mouth, fucking his face for all he was worth.&nbsp; When she came, it was hard and fast.&nbsp; She grunted and reached for his head, pulling him back just a little bit so she could watch herself squirt over his mouth and cheeks, marking him.&nbsp; She let out a satisfied laugh-grunt.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 16:31:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, yes, give me more, shower me with your pleasure," is what Raymond wished he could tell her, but with a facefull of her sweet juices, and a mouthfull of her wonderful pussy, all he could get out was a grunt and a moan.<br><br>His cock was as hard as he has felt it in a long time. Throbbing and engorged. He was so turned on by following the demands and commands of this wonderful Mistress. And that was just the start, then to have the honor of pleasuring her with his mouth, tasting her crown, and then not only being able to bring her to pleasure, but to have her shower him with her juices. At this point it was all he could do to keep from cumming along with her.<br><br>He lifted his eyes up to see the reaction on her face, and wait for her to fully take him over.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 02:02:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marta let her orgasm fade for a bit before paying attention&nbsp; to Raymond again.&nbsp; Finally, she looked between her legs and saw the man on his knees waiting to do whatever she wanted to him.&nbsp; She was sated for now, and she was ready to play.&nbsp; &nbsp;Since she didn't really know him all that well, she felt safest tying him up to keep him from doing anything crazy.<br><br>She sat up fully and reached into her bag of toys.&nbsp; She held up the rope and said, "I'm going to tie you up, Raymond."<br><br>She took a bar out of her bag and said, "I'll attach your feet to this, so your legs will be forced apart.&nbsp; Your arms will be attached to the center of the bed by the rope.&nbsp; With my help you'll be able to roll onto your back, be on your knees or your stomach depending on my mood."<br><br>She ran her hands through his hair.&nbsp; "I want you to know that I plan on teasing you, probably spanking you, possibly gagging you, and most certainly, I will fuck your ass.&nbsp; Just wanting to be clear here.&nbsp; I'll twist your nipples.&nbsp; Pull your hair, and very likely sit on your face.&nbsp; I will call you slut and bitch, and you will be mine while you are here.&nbsp; &nbsp;This is your one and only chance to admit you made a mistake and leave.&nbsp; Otherwise...raise your hands to me and we'll begin."<br><br>She smiled gently as she waited for his choice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 16:28:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slightly trembling, as this was his first experience of finally having a real Mistress take control of him, he lifts his hands and simply replies, "I'm yours to do as you please." <br><br>After seeing all of the toys in her bag, his heart begins to race, he is doing his best to hide his over excitement, yet wanting to give the proper response to his Mistress.<br><br>His mind is spinning from pleasure, and yet they have only begun. His heart is pumping and his cock is throbbing, only imagining the things she will do to him. He has longed to be taken as a Mistress's slut bitch, and now he has been chosen, taken as her own. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 21:45:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marta stretched a long full body stretch.&nbsp; It felt good to have been brought off by a man between her legs, and she was ready to do have some fun.&nbsp; This man had know idea what he was in for, but he'd given her permission so she was ready to go.<br><br>"First off, I know you say you are ready to let me do whatever I want to you, I feel that you are still a stranger to me.&nbsp; So, until I know you will be a good little fuck toy for me, I'm going to take measures to ensure that you will not freak out and hurt me or yourself," she said.&nbsp; She pointed to the bed and said, "I'm going to restrain you.&nbsp; I want you to lay on your back and I'll use these lovely ropes to tie you up in a way that gives me complete access to your ass, your cock and your chest."<br><br>She pulled off all the covers to the bed and grabbed a very firm cushion from the sofa.&nbsp; She placed a regular pillow next to that to make a ramp for the small of his back.&nbsp; His ass would be held up by the harder cushion yet he wouldn't break his back on the ridge.&nbsp; Once he had gotten into position, she rubbed the silk ropes across his body and across his cheeks.<br><br>"Nice silk...smooth but strong as a spider's web," she said.<br><br>She climbed onto his chest and straddled him while she grabbed his arms and tied them in elaborate notes.&nbsp; Once his wrists were bound together, she pushed them over his head so that his arms were flat against the bed.&nbsp; She moved forward so that her pussy hung over his fave and any residual liquid continued to drip on him while she tied the rope to the bed frame.&nbsp; <br><br>When his arms were completely restrained she dropped herself briefly against his face and sort of just wiped herself on his head, nose and chin for a moment.&nbsp; She climbed off and attended to his legs.&nbsp; She pushed his ankles up against his thighs and bound them together and then pulled the legs open and tied them off to the corner of the bed.&nbsp; She stepped back to survey her work.&nbsp; <br><br>She put her head next to Raymond's.&nbsp; "So, lover boy...you ready to have your cock toyed with and your ass plundered?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 16:59:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His body was beginning to feel numb, his mind felt as if it were rolling and bouncing. His senses were on high alert at this point. So far, all he had ever done even close to this was fantasize, maybe share a few emails, ponder over scenarios in his mind, but to be right in the middle of it, actually feeling it was over the top. He could feel every heart beat, the blood flowing through his arteries, filling his cock, fully engorged and pulsating with every heartbeat. It was now he realized this fantasy was hers and not his. That he was just the lucky one to be included in it. But the anticipation of what she has in store for him is driving him nuts. Her standing there staring over him just adds to his desire for her to touch him and have her way with him.<br><br>All the while he savors her juices that she so gracefully shared with him, as if getting to pleasure her with his tongue wasn't enough, then she also gives him a taste of her after, he loved how she tasted, the feel of her smooth, swollen pussy lips on his face and lips. He was happy and proud to have the luxury of getting to please her with his oral skills. And hopes to continue forward in pleasing his new Mistress further.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 20:52:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was splayed out open on the cushions, his cock rigid and pointing upward, engorged ready for anything she gave him.<br><br>She disappeared from his vi&nbsp; ew for a moment to put on her harness with a dildo that tapered from very thin at the tip to much thicker at the base.&nbsp; She imagined his ass was virgin territory and decided to break him gradually.&nbsp; It was long enough to hit his sweet-spot and thick enough at the base to open him up a bit.&nbsp; <br><br>She brought a bottle of lube with her to the bed and climbed up by his head for a moment.&nbsp; She ran the dildo around his face and across his lips, teasing him with it. <br><br>Then, she climbed between his legs and ran the dildo along his thighs and across his ass.&nbsp; Placing a dollop of lube on his tight little hole with her finger first, she pressed in just a bit to pave the way for the toy.&nbsp; After covering the toy liberally with the slippery gel, she placed the tip of the toy where her finger had been. <br><br>Lifting herself up between his legs so she could see his face, she grabbed his cock with her lubed hand and began to stroke him.&nbsp; Shifting subtly forward she inched the tip of the dildo into his tight little anus and said, "Do you like this Raymond?&nbsp; Tell me if you want more."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 16:23:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"O-h, y-e-s," he moaned. His breath was lost with ecstacy. Intense feelings running through his body, it all felt so much more than his fantasies had promised. All of his senses tantalized and joining in one big rush. His mind felt as if it were floating above watching the whole scenario play out. <br><br>"Give it to me Mistress, teach me!" He managed to grunt out to her, as he looked up at her in submission. <br><br>The feel of her hand grasping his hard, throbbing cock, the penetration of her faux cock, it was all he had been desiring. It was all he could do to fight back the urge to cum with so much pleasure senses at such high levels.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 00:02:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marta didn't waste any time.&nbsp; She hadn't had so much fun in a long time, and she was enjoying herself.&nbsp; She pushed the cock into Raymond's waiting little hole until it was up to her pelvis.&nbsp; It went in smoothly with all the lube.&nbsp; She pulled out all the way and let his hole close up a tiny bit before plunging back in again.&nbsp; The hand on his cock continued to stroke him, but slowly and methodically with each and every thrust into his ass.&nbsp; She was certain the tip of the dildo would hit him in his sweet spot.&nbsp; Tilting his cock up toward his face, she said, "You can come anytime, Raymond."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 16:21:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh such great words to hear. From all the excitement from all of his sense stirring and heightened, he wasn't sure he could control anything at this point. But her stroking his cock with such intentional slow and methodical strokes, kept him on edge. If she were to squeeze any more, and stroke any faster, he wouldn't be able to control it any longer. This being his first, he was surprised that he was able to take her all in, and she was able to plunge deep inside him. The control and domination she had over him felt so good, knowing she was using him for her pleasure, brought him even more pleasure. <br>"Give it to me Mistress", he told her, "Make me cum for you, I want to give you my cum", he moaned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 17:33:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marta knew that if she worked his cock harder or faster, it would be easy for him to come.&nbsp; Toying with him, by keeping the stroke smooth and slow was fun.<br><br>"I know you do, Raymond.&nbsp; And, whenever you are ready, you can come..." she said.&nbsp; Her hand continued it's slow motion though she began to move the dildo a bit faster, not pulling all the way out, but just a couple of inches before ramming the toy back into his ass being sure to press the tip into his prostate with each thrust.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 17:51:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh yes", he moaned. As Marta firmed her grasp of his throbbing cock around the head and took one nice long stroke down, he felt it, he couldn't hold back any longer. A deep grunt was all he could muster, he felt paralyzed in his ecstacy. He began to shoot his thick, creamy cum up in the air as Marta took a tight grip on his shaft. He proceeded to unleash a second and a third load of pleasure for his Mistress.<br><br>His body tensed up, every muscle was flexed from his heightened sense of pleasure.<br><br>"Wow, oh yes, that was the best orgasm I have ever experienced", he told her. <br><br>How he wanted to rip his restraints and grab a hold of her and show his joy and sheer satisfaction of what she had just done for him, but he knew he was still hers at this point and he did not have the freedom to do so. But he had hoped that the look he had in his eyes and the smile on his face as he gazed in to her eyes told this to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 01:11:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marta pulled back, removing the dildo from Raymon's ass, rose up and looked at Raymond sharply.&nbsp; "The best orgasm ever?" she asked.&nbsp; She laughed and then wiped up a great glob of his come on her fingers and placed it at his lips. The dildo she'd just thrust inside him rested against his stomach and hers as she leaned in.<br><br>"Hmmm...get used to it, then," she said.&nbsp; Then her lips curved into a cruel smile as she rubbed his own cum into his mouth.&nbsp; "If I let you orgasm, you will enjoy it, I assure you.&nbsp; But you have no need to rate them for me.&nbsp; Just thank me."<br><br>She took of the harness and tossed it to the side.&nbsp; "You may thank me by saying, 'thank you mistress.' or 'thank you Miss Marta' or 'thank you Mistress Marta."<br><br>She slapped him in the face and said, "Don't ever assume I'll let you come in my presence every time.&nbsp; I might not.&nbsp; I might just see you to allow you to pleasure me and then leave.&nbsp; Your pleasure is secondary to mine."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 20:01:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you Miss Marta, thank you very much!" He groveled to her.<br><br>"I was just wanting to let you know how great it was. And I am sure that they will all be very much enjoyed, coming from you for sure." He also replied.<br><br>He laid there with a perma-grin look, spent, catching his breath, all he could do was smile and gaze at his new 'Mistress'. His grin came from many things, sure the orgasm was fantastic and mind blowing, but to find someone to share this with, someone who got him and his desires, and then wanted to explore them with him and loved it just as much as him. To see her so comfortable and take the lead without him even giving any hints or letting her know what he liked or wanted, she just knew and that was as much or more mindblowing than anything. To finally be fucked not only physically, but mentally to match, was outstanding, and it would take quite a bit to wipe that grin off of his face.<br><br>"I can't wait to please you more Miss Marta, to know that you enjoy my services to you, is all I can ask for." He put out there to her.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 05:14:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marta slapped him gently on the ass and began releasing the restraints holding him down.&nbsp; "Don't try to move everything all at once.&nbsp; &nbsp;If you've lost feeling in anything, start slowly."<br><br>She walked into the bathroom and came out with a warm washcloth.&nbsp; Tossing it at him, she told Raymond to clean himself up.&nbsp; She tossed a pillow at the head of the bed and adjusted herself comfortably so that she was lounging and watched him as he worked.<br><br>Patting the area of the bed between her legs, she motioned for him to join her on the bed.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Rest a few minutes, Raymond. And I want you to tell me something you've never told anyone else, not even your spouse...about what you'd really like to do."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 16:16:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands were a bit numb and tingling from the restraints, but he didn't notice this until now, he was so entrenched in the moment to have noticed. He rubbed his wrists as Marta tossed the towel at him. He finished wiping himself off, and then laid next to her.<br><br>"Something that no one knows or that I have never shared?" <br><br>"I have so many things that run through my head, but I know one that you might enjoy as well, maybe even more than I would, but it is something that just the thought of turns me on." <br><br>"The thought of starting out with you, you having me service you, bring you pleasure, and then when we have reached a peak, and I have orgasmed, me as well. You then tie me up, as you have here, me thinking you are going to continue to tease me and torment me. Only to have brought in another man for you. And as I am tied up, I watch the two of you, right there next to me, on the bed with me. Having sex while I am tied up and must watch. I am sure you would see the rise and excitement in me while this all went on. And who knows, I would think I would be up for more, and at that point, I could see you wanting to have both of us at the same time."<br><br>"This is something I haven't shared with others, and I don't see my spouse partaking in this particular one. And I don't see myself wanting to partake in it with her, but you, I would love to fulfill this with you."<br><br>Such a private fantasy he has had for some time now, that he was very uneasy about sharing. He had hope she liked the idea as well, and would walk him through it. It wasn't like this one hadn't crossed his mind in the recent friendship he has begun with Marta.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 19:52:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marta stretched and dropped her hands on Raymond's head.&nbsp; Her fingers played with his hair idly as she listened to him talk.&nbsp; <br><br>"This first session has pleased me, Raymond, and I like to keep things interesting and fun more than serious," she said.&nbsp; <br><br>She laughed and then said, "I'm clearly not one of those women that enjoys beating men senseless, but finding what works them up, and even scares them a little tiny bit.&nbsp; I am sure we can accomplish that request. There is no shortage of men for me to find.&nbsp; Now, ask me to bring in another woman...and we'd have a completely different challenge."<br><br>Marta ran her hands along his shoulders and arms, pausing at his wrists to massage them gently and work out any lingering tingles from the ropes.&nbsp; <br><br>She shifted her position and said, "Eat me out again, and then I'm going to need to leave."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 20:09:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Raymond's smile stretched just a bit further with her orders to eat her again. Knowing that she would have both of their juices to taste this time was a turn on. <br><br>He buried his face into her, stretching his tongue deep inside her to gather as much of the sweetness he could. She tasted so good, mixing her sweet juices with his saltiness. He slid his tongue up to her clit and began to circle it with his tongue. Pressing firmly as to give her as much pleasure as possible. Wrapping his lips around her, creating just the right amount of suction.<br><br>His eyes closed working as much as he could, he wanted to leave her with one more orgasm, letting her think of him until their next special meeting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 06:59:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marta relaxed back into the pillows and went for the easy ride Raymond was providing her.&nbsp; It took little or no effort on her part, and she would have another orgasm for the day.&nbsp; This sure as hell beat staying at home alone with her toys or fingers.&nbsp; Yes, she was definitely getting back into the scheme of the game.&nbsp; She was ready to hit it full force soon.&nbsp; <br><br>She let her planning drift away in her thoughts now, and let herself focus on what was happening with her body.&nbsp; Raymond's warm and eager tongue was doing its job against her clit, and she was already about to come again.&nbsp; <br><br>"Right there...Raymond," she said when his tongue glanced against that one special little bundle of nerves that would put her over the edge, " Keep at it right there...."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 18:08:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing her give direction in her response only made him work harder, more furious in his attempt to take her to her pleasure. Nothing felt better than to feel a woman wriggle and tense up from the pleasure of his tongue. So raw and intimate. He knew his session was nearly over with her for the day, but he began to feel the blood flowing again and could tell he was again energized. <br><br>His tongue moving up over her clit, then circling it. Lapping up any and all juices she had to give. His hands on her thighs spreading her open for better access to her every fold. His head bobbing up and down along with his lips on hers. He could tell she was close, and he would stop at nothing to get her there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 03:15:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marta liked the enthusiasm she sense from Raymond.&nbsp; He was going at her pussy like it was the only thing on the planet.&nbsp; His being seemed focused on her, and it made her happy.&nbsp; "Yes, Raymond...That's my&nbsp; good little slave boy..." she said, urging him on for the last few moments it would take for her to come against his face.&nbsp; <br><br>Her legs pushed against his hands as she lost physical control, squeezing in toward him, and wrapping around the back of his head.&nbsp; Her hips bucked against his face and his still working tongue as she came hard against him.&nbsp; She let loose with a satisfied howl of release as her head flew back against the pillows and her body finished convulsing.&nbsp; Her legs slipped from around him.&nbsp; Her feet caressed his arms as she let them fall to the bed.&nbsp; <br><br>"Fuck, Raymond...that was intense," she said at last.&nbsp; One foot pressed against his cock just to tease him.&nbsp; "I think I might have to see you again."&nbsp; <br><br>Then she rolled out from under him and was standing next to the bed, gathering her things together.&nbsp; "What do you think...once a week, here?&nbsp; Would that work?&nbsp; I'm not opposed to meeting at one of our places, but...you're married and that might be inconvenient..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 17:03:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I would love to see you again and do it all over again. I look forward to seeing what experiences we could have."<br><br>He continued to lay sprawled out with a stark grin on his face. "I think we could set up a regular meeting for us. And yes, you are right, discretion is a must, but won't that make it a little more fun and interesting??"<br><br>He waited for a response, but interupted with one last question, "So, do I get a conversation on the bus tomorrow, or do we keep this all behind closed doors? I mean, I would love to be able to steal a smile and have no one be the wiser, but then I don't want to do anything to disrupt what I see going on here either."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 20:21:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course I'll smile at you, but it would be best if we continued to act like strangers.&nbsp; You don't know who is on the bus, really.&nbsp; A friend of a friend and all that.&nbsp; That whole six degrees of separation thing...I will speak of you to no one.&nbsp; I suggest you do the same," she said.<br><br>Pausing as she put on her second shoe, she looked at him and said, "But, since we both work downtown...it's possible we might find rather interesting places to meet for coffee so to speak."<br><br>The city's rather progressive newspaper had regularly publishes great places to have public sex.&nbsp; She thought of the idea of meeting with Raymond in some of them and smiled.&nbsp; It could be fun.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Of course, there're also a few places around where we could go for parties." <br><br>She adjusted her skirt and added, "You know...where you go as a slave, and you get treated as one by a few dozen other women.&nbsp; Haven't been to one for a long time...."&nbsp; Her sentence faded out without completion. It had been a while.&nbsp; <br><br>She kissed Raymond on the cheek and left.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peterlemongello</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 23:00:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Raymond could not answer to any of her lasting comments. He just continued to smile, and let his mind wander. Laying back on the bed still exposed he began to throb fantasizing of her ideas. Having her lead him into a ring of her friends or others she would force him to please, now that sounds like a party to him. Labeling him as a slave in that respect doesn't seem fitting when he would be so willing to comply to those kinds of demands and wishes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The metro "ride" [Peter and CC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 00:44:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marta left the hotel and headed home, happy enough with the encounter.&nbsp; She immediately began to plan for her next meeting with Raymond.&nbsp; Not the ones on the bus, but the one where they'd be alone.&nbsp; She wondered just how much he wanted to be controlled, told what to do, what not to do.<br><br>She spent the rest of the weekend keeping to herself, mostly just reading and such.&nbsp; With her bad ankle, she couldn't do much else, but by Monday morning she was restless.&nbsp; When she climbed onto the bus, she smiled casually at Raymond, not giving anyone else on the bus any indication they might no each other any better than they had the week before.&nbsp; Just a simple glance.&nbsp; <br><br>She wasn't worried about how he'd take it. He was married, after all, and there was some chance that someone might actually know who he was and she wasn't about to hurt his marriage.&nbsp; She liked the fact hat he wasn't going to get all lovey-dovey and want to leave his wife.&nbsp; She hoped he went home and fucked his wife like crazy after leaving her.&nbsp; It would be fun to think that he was spurred on to enjoy his weekend and share it with his primary woman.<br><br>Marta had no illusions on that score.&nbsp; but she also knew that she was able to give Raymond something he couldn't get from a woman who wasn't willing to pull a little hair or pinch his cock a bit.<br><br>She sent him a text on Wednesday after virtually ignoring him for days.<br><br>"Saturday, text me with new room number, same time.&nbsp; I have found a lovely wooden paddle."<br><br>
			</dd>
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