Crossing Boundaries A Sexual Tangle

A note to the reader.

Throughout my teens and adult life, I have been a ferocious reader of fantasy and sci-fi. It never occurred to me I might have an idea or two to put to paper.

Now retired and looking for a hobby, I went back to school to learn what I should have learned the first go around in my early highschool days, grammar.

What I haven't succeeded in yet is dialoguing and the art of not making multiple characters sound the same.

This is an older "thriller" class project revamped for the erotica aspect.

Feel free to leave any positive or negative comments. I'm here to improve.

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I was relishing the moist, sloppy suction associated with receiving a blow job. As she skillfully worked her mouth on my erection, occasionally reaching the back of her throat, her fingers sensually massaged my balls. The vixen in my lap then took her firm, textured tongue, sliding it up from my scrotum slowly along the underbelly to flick the frenulum back and forth with the tip. The wet slurping noise coming from my companion seemed loud within the confines of the vehicle.

As her fingers of the other hand are not fully encircling the base of my cock, it is enough to squeeze, trapping the blood flow causing the veins of my manhood to pop out. My partner had me edging ever closer to a satisfied eruption, not making it easy to concentrate on the task at hand as I gripped the steering wheel of the SUV, knuckles turning white.

"Fuck Lin-linda. You need to stop. I can't see straight."

In that instant. The timing was unimaginable. The radio chirped, cutting me off in mid thought. A voice on the other end came through the speakers of the vehicle, causing both of us to be jolted. "Mobile one, any activity?"

We did not lose the absurdness of that question between us as I laughed, causing my swollen cock to bounce around in the mouth of my partner. "Mobile one. We need an update."

Suddenly, Linda sat up and released the flesh toy from her mouth. Strands of saliva connected us as she grabbed the mic and pressed the transmission button. Pausing momentarily for the audible chirping of the encryption before answering.

"Command, mobile one, it is quiet at our end. We've had no traffic."

"Roger, continue your observation."

Linda threw the mic down with a smile on her face, then giggled while taking a moment to clean the saliva from the corner of her mouth and chin. "I bet the asshole did that on purpose."

"I hope not. That means he knows about us, and knows we are violating several company HR policies and right now, I'm kinda liking this gig."

I cracked the window to let the vehicle's cabin air out, the aroma our combined sexual arousal had overcome the rental's new car smell. As I turned in the driver's seat, I watched Linda pulling her raven black hair tight while redoing her ponytail. It had come loose while grabbing it while she worked her mouth along my cock. Shifting my focus back to my once proud member, which had diminished to the extent that I could tuck it back into my jeans, still damp from the plentiful amount of saliva. Getting the mixture of my pre-cum and her slobber on my hand, I teasingly reached over to wipe it off on Linda's pant leg.

Slapping my hand away, "dickhead." She said. "I guess I'm finished playing with your joystick?"

"Yeah, Jackson kinda put the fire out. It's alright just that much more to do to you later once this shift has ended."

Linda raised up out of the seat, attempting to pull her tight jeans down out of her crouch. "Promises, promises. I've been leaking because I'm turned on so badly, and it has given me swamp ass. Not to mention, I am also sore."

While I continued to gaze at Linda as she straightened herself up, it suddenly struck me how impressive her profile appeared in the dim lighting from the street lights filtering through the windshield. Loose strands of her hair hooked behind the ear. Turning back towards me, her blue eyes unnaturally bright.

"What? Do I still have shit on my face?" Using the back of her hand to brush across her mouth.

Leaning over, I cradled my hand on the back of her neck, softly guiding her towards me, and pressed a kiss onto her lips, experiencing the salty essence of our embrace. She didn't resist, her own passion matching my intensity. Breaking the kiss, pulling back to look at her, still trying to understand why Linda could bring out the most primal part of me. Something I normally have excellent control over.

"No, just admiring the different parts of you."

"Ah, you're going to make me all ruddy in the face."

We had settled in for our last hour of our shift, barely managing to keep our hands off each other and conversation light, when the radio came alive again. "Mobile one, this is mobile two. We have eyes on the residence if you two want to head back to the house."

The 'house' meaning a high end hotel the company had provided for the team to operate out of this past week.

"Two Roger, thanks, nothing to pass on. The property has been dark, and street traffic light. Thermals haven't picked up any signature either." Linda said.

"One, this is command." Jackson

said inserting himself into the conversation.

"Send it."

"Team meeting at zero nine thirty. Be sure to show up bright eyed and bushy tail."

"Wilco."

I pushed the ignition button, listening as the engine turned over. I put it in gear and eased out slowly onto an empty street, only turning on the headlights several meters down the street. We haven't gone a block when Linda scooted over and began unbuttoning my jeans again, set on finishing the job she started.

Grinning devilishly from my lap. "No matter how hard I try, I cannot understand what it is about this thing in your pants that turns me into a wanton slut."

During the train up, Linda and I were introduced by the company to the newly formed group as their sniper team. Since I was new to the PM contracting world, I had no reputation to rely on, which meant I had to prove my skill set. They assigned Linda to evaluate my abilities. We had spent a week at a known distance range dialing our rifles in taking turns spotting for each other. A way to put me through my paces to evaluate how I could handle a given scenario. Linda had already established her reputation with the company. Many on the team had already worked with her and trusted her capabilities. With a background rooted in Olympic shooting, she honed her long distance skills by accompanying her father on hunting trips across different mountain tops, where he operated a hunting guide service. A revealing story she had retold during one of our long nights of surveillance. An offer to enter the world of private contracting lured her away after a short stretch on a big city SWAT team.

Upon finishing my fourth deployment to Afghanistan, I made the choice to not reenlist, as my last kill as a sniper was a jihadi we observed while he was planting roadside IEDs. Opting to hit the books and go back to college. A friend found me six months later nursing a beer and a spread of textbooks at an off campus bar, so a few more rounds on his dime convinced me to try the more lucrative civilized playground for out of work military types. Ultimately finding myself once again positioned behind a scope, this time experiencing the delight of hearing my teammate's alluring voice guide my shots. Neither of us expected, let alone planned on becoming romantically involved, despite clearly written policies outlining the consequences. We were playing a risky game.

Now here we are one in the morning climbing the back stairs of our hotel to get to our rooms not wanting to walk through the main lobby, being treated with a view of a tight ass moving around inside Linda's jeans, causing my dick to awaken and begin taking up space in the crouch of my pants.

After reaching the floor to our rooms, her room situated three doors down from mine. "Yours or mine?"

She glanced behind her and said, "mine if you don't mind."

"Not at all. Be there as soon as I throw my bags in and slip on my flip-flops."

"Let yourself in, lover."

Having used the bathroom, I relieved myself of hours of coffee and water, wiped my face with a washcloth, and then proceeded to take off my boots and pants. Going commando, I put on a pair of Patagonias before searching for my flip-flops. Five minutes later, I was entering Linda's room quietly, hearing her on the phone. But quickly understanding she was in the middle of ordering room service. She had only taken off her shirt and soft body armor, salt rings clearly showing up on the undershirt from sweating. Despite the temperature not being excessively hot during our 8-hour surveillance, we couldn't run the vehicle's air conditioning. This led to a sweaty day, which we were accustomed to.

Linda made her way to the side of the bed and retrieved her Sig Sauer 9mm from the holster, setting it on the nightstand. Next came the extra magazines, her folding knife and flashlight.

As she turned, she crossed the room and stepped into my arms, reaching up for a deep soulful kiss, while running her tongue across my teeth before pushing further. Finally, coming up for air. "Surprisingly, the kitchen is still open, so the food will be thirty minutes. Burgers, okay?"

"Sounds good to me, but right now, I would like an appetizer and I'm pretty sure it will not take thirty minutes to finish." As my erection made its presence known, pressed between our bodies.

"I'm pretty funky. Are you sure? I could use a shower?"

"You kept me edging for hours. I'm good with your sweaty ass. Plus, I rather enjoy the scent of your sex. It pushes the right buttons with my olfactory cortex."

A snort of a laugh erupted from her. "Olfactory cortex? Big words mister. You couldn't just say I smell good to you?" exaggerating an eye roll Linda took my hands in hers and dragging me across the room to the edge of the unmade bed, "Well, come claim your stinky woman."

I crouched in front of her, gently shimmying her tight jeans off her legs. Linda's mesmerizing scent, mingled with her soap, filled the surrounding air. I placed my hands on her sleek abdomen as she stepped out of her pants. I caressed her ass, drawing her closer, and placed feather-light kisses on the smooth skin below her belly button, right along the edge of her panties. The taste of Linda's salty perspiration lingered on my lips as soft purrs emanated from her.

Running her fingers smoothly through my thick hair, she takes hold of the loose curls in her fists, tilting my head back. "I'm ready to be bedded, so take me already while I lose myself in these beautiful, rich green eyes."

Standing up, we shucked the remaining clothes with lightening speed, falling into bed attempting to pull her socks off. Resting on my back, Linda leisurely climbed up my torso, using her tongue and teeth to lick and nibble, resulting in red marks along her path, with freckles being the sole source of melanin on my body.

Latching onto a nipple into her mouth laying her full body weight on top of me, her breast mashed against my chest as I felt the wet lips of her labia glide along my hard cock, sending shivers to my toes when her exposed clit slid over the sensitive mushroom head on top of my solid shaft. She began aggressively kissing me, wrestling my tongue with hers, sucking back and forth between our mouths while still maintaining the agonizing slow up and down motion with her pussy on my trapped cock. My hands followed the curve of her butt, grabbing each cheek, squeezing them, then spreading them, allowing me to snake my fingers down until I reached her rosebud. Lubing a middle finger with the juices collecting near her perineum, I began easing into her tight butthole, reaching the depth of the second knuckle.

"Jeezus babe, that feels good. I love my ass being probed with your fingers."

But as she swept down my body, my finger would almost slip out, then get pushed in as she moved up. "Oh, fuck me it's like I'm rubbing against a flagpole."

Not really caring how long I had been trapped between her labia, Linda decided it was time and positioned herself into a sitting position, straddling my hips, hovering over my cock, with strands of our excitement stretching between us. Moving her hand towards me, Linda took control of my erection, directing its swollen head into the tender folds of her entrance, uncovering damp black pubic curls, with moisture flowing out and cascading down her fair thighs, no more being absorbed by her underwear.

As soon as Linda sensed my presence at her gate, she placed both hands on my chest to support herself while I slowly entered further. Our eyes locked. Witnessing hers lose concentration. I knew she was centered on the invading rod creeping into her core. A crimson blush bloomed on her cheeks as she took a couple more inches. As she rose, withdrawing from me, I could see her nectar bathing my cock. Lowering herself again, she engulfed my entire length. The bloom spreading to her chest gave me a sense of satisfaction I was doing it right.

Linda clawed me with her nails on every down stroke, leaving angry marks through the hair on my chest. The delicious pain heightened my arousal. Causing my scrotum to tighten, tucking my balls into the base of my shaft, making my already engorged head to expand wider.

The succubus on top of me opened her mouth in a silent scream, Linda's face a portrait of torment and pleasure. With my dick fully seated in her tight spasming tunnel, Linda slowly began tilting her pelvis back and forth, working her strong abdominals, occasionally lifting off of my swollen erection only to plunge back down with all of her weight, taking me entirely.

Breathlessly, "Holy shit! Lover, I feel so fucking full, you're going to ruin me," as she began increasing her effort.

Letting her work herself up into a frenzy, I grabbed her swinging breast and molded them into my hands. Slipping their hard pebbled areolas between my fingers, causing a sharp intake of air turning into a groan. She had previously mentioned that her nipples and her clit were directly connected. With its hood stretched back, exposing the hardened bead to the onslaught of sliding along the broad shaft of my cock landing on my pubic bone, tied together with my mouthing and nipple suckling of her breast, she wouldn't last much longer.

"Oh, God!" A cry of being satisfied. "Shit, shit, shit! Here it comes!"

She sped up into a fevered pitch, grinding herself against me as I watched the deep red ruddiness covering her cheeks and chest now appear on her lower abdomen. On cue, Linda convulsed her entire body as she drew her legs up, spasming violently. I wasn't far behind her, as I continued thrusts into the still orgasming turmoil. It was all I could take.

Wrapping my arms around Linda's frenetically jerking body, I smashed her tightly to my chest, our sweating bodies sliding against each other. Moaning hoarsely into the nape of her neck. I pushed off with my legs, pinning her to my pelvis, driving ever deeper into her, feeling her cervix being pushed back further, stretching her pussy. Ferociously pumping, pubic bones clashing together.

Finally surrendering to my release, sending rope after rope of cum smashing against the closed gate of her womb. The sensation of my ejaculation sent Linda into another series of tremoring shutters. Her hair had plastered itself to her face from sweating, a sheen of sweat completely covering her body, the aroma of sex rising from our bodies. It had been a quick and powerful completion of sorts from a cumulation of sexual tension we built between us.

Linda had nestled into the crook of my arm with a leg slung over my torso, capturing my spent member, feeling my cum continue to escape from the confines of her vaginal opening, to run down my hip onto the sheets. She quietly twirled my damp matted chest hair, using her nails to comb through it.

Laying her hand flat and resting her chin on the back of that hand was about to say something when the knock came.

"I'm starving".

Linda leaped from the bed, strolling over to the door, stopped briefly at the desk to snag money for the tip. I just laid still, admiring how her muscular heart shaped ass split high then melt into the back of her legs, revealing the freshly used gap between the inner thighs.

Out of habit, I picked up Linda's Sig and laid it next to me out of an overabundance of caution. Watching Linda talking to whomever was on the other side of the door. Giving presumingly the hotel employee their tip before dragging the cart into the room herself. Food smells began fighting to overcome the animalistic rutting that had just happened.

After securing the door, Linda traipse over to the bathroom, only pausing to look back at me. "You coming into the shower, mister?"

"Won't the fries get soggy?"

Propping her hands on her hips, she wore an expression of confusion until she saw me rolling off the bed. "Fucker!" she giggled.

The shower heated quickly, steam beginning to flow out over the top of the glass enclosure as Linda stepped in. They built the walk-in stall for two people. A bench set into the back wall which I occupied soaking in the moist heat produced by two shower heads watching my partner wash her hair. Running my gaze along the sleek lines of her body, only to be interrupted by the upturn of her breast. The way she effortlessly maintained a balance between a sculpted muscle tone and a soft, feminine roundness left me perplexed.

Seeing I had developed a hard on which ran from between my legs resting just above my navel. She came over; the water hitting her back producing a mist, and straddled my legs. I placed my hands on her hips, but she had other designs for me, handing me the soap and a washcloth.

Looking impishly through hooded eyes. "Mind doing, my lady parts?"

Grinning like a virgin boy scout seeing his first penthouse magazine took the offered items into my hands and began producing a sudsy lather. Beginning with her breast cupping both palms, I started at the top, slowly sliding my hands down until my thumbs hit her pale pink nipples, the shape reminding me of large heresy kisses. After rotating my thumbs a few times, I let my hands slide off to the side and moved to the full under belly before pushing them up just to let them fall back in place.

Linda draped her arms over my shoulders for support as I traveled from her tits down her flat midsection to her thick but manicured pubic hair. Using a thumb to find the hood of her clitoris, I lightly drew across the hood and back, producing a hiss from her and a shiver from her inner thighs. Pulling both hands back to use the soap to refresh the lather, then placing my left hand on her hip and slowly pushed with the other through the valley of her vagina dividing her labia not stopping until my thumb rested on her clit and fingers against the tight ring of her rectum. Rotating my thumb against her sensitive bud before pulling back to the beginning. Repeating this motion, this time putting pressure on her butthole. Linda gave a quiet grunt while grinding against my hand. I kept this slow sawing motion, going for a few minutes each time, feeling her sphincter muscle spasm.

Laying my hands back on her hips looked up, seeing fire and ice in her eyes, nostrils flaring. "Feel clean enough?"

For her answer, Linda spread her legs wider, shifted her weight and fell on my dick in one plunge, mashing her clit against the base of my cock. Her arms locked around my neck and her face jammed against my shoulder, the panting loud in my ear as she rode me like a woman possessed. Never once stopped grinding her clit. It was uncomfortable for me. I can only guess what it was like for Linda at the same time. Her movement was causing my cock head and her cervix to flick against each other. It wasn't long when I had my answer, when she exploded into an orgasm, biting my shoulder to keep from screaming like someone being murdered. After the last spasm of her abdominal wall, Linda slid off my lap onto the shower floor, letting the water spray over her body, my cock popping out and slapping me wetly.