Ned & Maddie (sort Of)

He wasn't sure why he couldn't get her out of his mind, but she was there almost constantly. As he drives across town, he thinks of her as he passes her workplace. He thinks of her as he drives near where they met...only once. It was very public and plutonic. She was charming and beautiful. He felt a little intimidated by both of these attributes. She wasn't dressed in anything special, but he knew she was fit and very sexy and although afraid to think it at the time he wanted to know her better. He fought back thoughts of her sitting in his car, naked, nonchalantly petting her pussy while she chatted with him in a relaxed, casual manner.

As he drove on he got near the highway exit that would take him to her neighborhood. He knew where she lived. He found it on the internet. He felt a little like a stalker, but smiled to himself anyway. He had never been to her place and was curious. He figured he would drive by, just to see where she lived and somehow learn a little about her and perhaps feel closer to her. With a feeling of "what the fuck" on his mind, he steered the car to the exit he needed and with his heart pounding, motored toward her address.

He found her house with little trouble and parked a few houses down her street. He opened the car door and stepped into the street. Hoping to not appear too conspicuous, he strolled past her place wondering if she was at home. There was no visible indication that she was and he didn't see her car parked anywhere near by. He slowed as he walked by and thought he heard music playing inside as he strolled passed. Anxious to see her, he had the idea to call to see if she would answer. He walked to the corner and punched her number on his cell phone. Just as her machine was about to pick-up the call, he heard her sultry voice say "Hello".

His breathing was shallow as he spoke with her, asking her what she was doing, and other morsels of general conversation before finally asking her what she was wearing. As she described the little red tank top and see through pink panties, he could feel his cock stirring. He imagined out loud how sexy he bet she looked and how he wished he could see her barely dressed in such a slutty manner. She replied that she wished he could see her dressed that way as well, and added in a soft whisper how much she wished he were there right then to take the flimsy garments off of her. As a truck drove by, she heard it over the phone and asked from where he was calling. The moment had arrived and he quickly took advantage of the opportunity that had presented itself. He told her that he could make that wish come true if she really wanted him to. He told her of his desire to see her and how he had impulsively decided to drive to her place on the chance she would be there and invite him in. As she expressed disbelief in his nearby presence, he assured her it was true.

As he began walking back down the street towards her door, he told her to walk to her front door. If she really wanted him to see her dressed in the sexy little panties, she could let him in when he arrived on her front porch. As he continued speaking with her, trying to convince her that this was for real, he arrived in front of her house and stepped onto her front porch as he hung up his phone. Through the translucent curtain covering the window, he saw her silhouette looking back at him. As he stood at her door, she made no effort to open it. He rang her doorbell as he hung up his phone. She just stood there looking at him. Her heart was racing, and she wanted to let him in, but she felt as though she couldn't move. Her eyes were locked on each other as he again rang the doorbell but still, she didn't move. His cock was stiffening as they stared at each other. The look in her eyes was telling him she wanted him inside. That she wanted him inside her. He reached down, grabbed the doorknob and as he gave it a twist, the door opened. A slight gasp escaped he as he stepped through her doorway and into her living room.

He slowly and very deliberately closed the door while telling her how long he has waited to hear that sound: the sound of the door closing behind them, finally alone. He breathing was labored as he stepped towards her and embraced her with a passion she had never felt. She looked up at him but said not a word as he leaned forward and kissed her hard. She responded, placing her hands behind his head and pulled him towards her. His hands roamed over her back and drifted downward inside her little pink panties. His hands first gently ran over, then firmly squeezed her perfect ass cheeks. A little moan escaped from her as his hands traveled further downward reaching her steaming pussy. He slipped a finger inside her and pressed against her, his hard cock pushing against her bare tummy. She whispered "yes" as he inserted a second finger inside and nearly lifted her off of her feet with the force of his deep finger fucking. Suddenly, she began to feel ill at ease as she considered the situation.

As she gently wriggled herself from their passionate embrace, she found herself backing away from him. He took a deep breath and reached out for her but she seemed troubled.

She told him how much she wanted him to fuck her. How she dreamed of feeling his cock deep inside her. How often she thought of sucking his cock and him licking her cunt until she screamed. He knew there was a "but", coming; yet he knew he didn't want to hear it. He had waited so long and wanted her so much. She continued that she was afraid she couldn't say no to anything he might want if they went any further, and as much as she wanted to feel him inside her, she wasn't sure she wanted him to fuck her...yet. Her life at that moment was too complicated to feel secure about it all. Entering into a burning sexual relationship, she perhaps could loose sight of things that were important to her.

His heart was sinking. His eyes pleaded with her to reconsider. His cock ached for her and as her gaze drifted down towards his bulge, she thought that she might have gone too far already, as far as he was concerned. She took his hand as they walked over to sit on her red sofa. As they sat, holding hands, they talked about their situation.

He mentioned his joy of all the hours he had spent on the phone with her, fanaticizing about the many ways he wanted to fuck her, lick her, spank her and the power he felt in making her cum over and over and over again. She confessed that she loved the way he made her feel when he talked to her; her hand furiously working over her pussy, vibrator humming, the squeals and moans of the many orgasms he talked her through. She confessed that talking to him just at her bedtime made her so contented and relaxed that she drifted off to sleep dreaming of them getting together. As they looked at each other he surmised that, as much as they talked about, and wanted to fuck each other, he sensed that she was not sure. Her hesitancy may be caused by thoughts of her boyfriend, or his wife. She admitted hesitancy. She did have concerns about her relationship with her boyfriend and her public reputation. Plus, she had an appointment to keep in a little more than an hour. There wouldn't be enough time anyway she kidded. She wanted him so badly. She loved the way he made her feel. It was beginning to seem to him that the afternoon surprise visit to her place wasn't such a good idea after all.

A sparkle gleamed in her eyes as an idea came to mind. She told him that she might have a solution to their problem and had an idea of something they could do to quench their desire somewhat without jeopardizing their relationship or their relationship with others. As he looked at her with interest he told her to continue. She had his attention. For whatever reason the timing just didn't feel right to her just yet, but she had always had a fantasy of having sex, without really having sex. It is a way to be intimate and nasty, with less emotional baggage. She explained that she still really wanted to fuck him, but for now, they should help each other get off, just like they did over the phone. He could talk to her and help her make herself cum and she could do the same for him. But instead of simply listening, he could watch her finger fuck herself while she watched him jack off. It would satisfy their curiosity and lust, and although it would result in releasing her inner slut, it still, technically, would not be cheating.

He thought about it for about two seconds. He, of course, loved the idea! He began visualizing her pert little breasts, shapely legs, perfect ass and cleanly shaven pussy, naked on the sofa, exposing and expressing herself for him in the most glorious way. His cock, which had, began to sadly loose interest, suddenly sprang life again. She noticed this and joked that she could see that her idea was definitely growing on him. With that, she asked him if he liked what she was wearing. That was the only hint he needed.

She began to stroke her breasts through her little red top. He walked over and pushed the ottoman in front of the sofa, directly in front of her and began telling her how beautiful she was, and how sexy she looked. After several moments of listening to him, she slowly slid her little pink panties down her legs and daintily kicked them off her right foot onto the floor in front of him. As he spoke to her, she opened he legs wider, exposing herself in a most vulgar and slutty way. Completely aroused, she asked him in her wispy voice if her liked watching her fuck herself and he, of course confessed that he did. He loved it as much as she loved doing it. Over her rapid breathing, he could hear the sounds of her wetness as her hand ran circles around her swollen pink lips. He grabbed her legs and placed them upon his shoulders for a closer look. He inhaled her fragrance and looked at her glistening folds and the deep red color of her flesh further inside. He massaged her feet, legs and thighs, as he talked dirty to her. She began to moan as the first wave of orgasm began to sweep over her. She softly called his name and announced she was cumming already. She shook and quivered and thrashed her head back and forth as she continued to briskly finger her clit. As the first orgasm subsided, she slowed her pace and looked at him dreamily and told him how wonderful she felt. Sitting up, she removed her little top exposing the cutest set of tits he could imagine with perky nipples pointing upward toward the ceiling. She leaned forward and began undoing his belt explaining that she didn't intend to continue the performance without him.

Lowering his pants to the floor, she grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times. It sent shivers down his spine. He grasp was gentile and her hand was soft. He asked if she was changing the "do it yourself rule" and she replied teasingly that she was just showing him how it's done. She gave his stiff cock a few more tantalizing strokes and asked if she could get him some lotion? He reached forward and placed his fingers into her wetness. Telling her that her juice was all he needed, he smeared her sweet-scented fluids on his shaft and began a slow, steady hammering of his dick. He finished undressing as she told him how beautiful his cock looked and how excited it was making her just thinking about watching him jack off. She leaned back and resumed frigging her throbbing clit with her brightly enameled red nailed fingers. She watched him intently, studying his hand movements and noting the way he was stroking himself to give himself pleasure. This would help her in the future she was sure. They looked into each other's eyes and told each other how truly hot they looked as they fucked themselves with their hands.

There seemed to be a special nastiness associated with this circle-jerk sexcapaid. It was sexier and somehow felt more intimate than either had expected. The site of this beautiful, naked woman lying in front of him, legs spread wide, performing the most intimate act of self love before his eyes had his cock throbbing and his sexual senses stirred. She asked him to tell her how he would fuck her. His descriptions took on the flavor of the phone sex conversations he had with her dozens of times. As he spoke, she purred and pulled her knees up tightly into her chest like she was if she was about to get fucked. Wrapping her arms underneath her legs she spread he pussy wide apart giving him an even more deliciously obscene view of her bare pussy and ass. He wondered at how nasty this demure little beauty was. Her slutty actions were bringing him closer and closer much sooner that he had wanted. He knew he must slow his tempo or he would be getting to the finish line almost before he could get started.

Trying to slow his pace, he picked up her discarded panties lying at his feet and brought them to his face. He inhaled deeply and thought of how she might taste. Seeing this she began cumming again, calling his name and in a breathlessly whisper, saying how wonderfully slutty he made her feel. Her legs were shaking as she closed her eyes tightly and shook her head back and forth. As this second orgasm subsided, she began urging him on telling him how she would like to have him fuck her face. That she was his little cum slut and wanted him to treat her like one. She described in detail how she would hold it in her tiny hand, lick up and down it's length, cupping and licking has balls, wishing he would grab her hair and force his cock deep down her throat. He warned her that she was bringing him to a peak too soon, but she continued to urge him on. She wanted him to cum quickly, wanted to see his cum shoot from his cock, dripping down his fist. She asked him to think of her with his cock deep down her throat, gagging her as he held her head in his hands as he pounded her face with his dick.

He was beating off faster, knowing that he was approaching the point of no return. She stood up and straddled him as he sat on the ottoman. She spread her cunt wide for him just inches from his eyes. Dipping her fingers deep inside her cunt, she removed them and dramatically, sucked the juice clean. He sucked in his breath and told her how deliciously slutty that was. His reward for the sweet complement was a second dip inside her cut. This time however, she offered her fingers to him. Watching his face and the look in his eyes, she could see that he was getting close to blowing his load. She told him she loved watching him jack-off for her and how dirty it was, sexy it looked and how fucking hot it made her. She asked him to give her a pearl necklace: wanted to feel his cum splattering on her face, neck and tits. She pleaded with him to look at her wide-open cunt dripping and to shove her back onto the sofa when he was ready to cum.

This was all he needed as he leaned forward with one hand on his throbbing cock, he placed the other on her tits and pushed her backward and quickly straddled her.

Her glassy eyes were open wide, gazing intently as he wildly pumped his cock with his fist. While she pinched a nipple her briskly moving hand matched his stroke for stroke. His balls tightened as he told her that he was nearly ready to pump his cum all over her slutty little body. As he reached the point of no return, she spit in her hand as she reached out and cupped and gently massaged his balls. Her voice was quivering as she eagerly urged him to climax and pleaded with him to blast his cum at her face. As he felt the first shot about to happen he growled deeply repeating her name. His first spurt of white fluid landed on her cheek almost hitting her in a wide-open eye. The second string landed on her chin and the third, high up on her chest, just at the point where the downward slope of her right breast began. The sight of him shooting his cum on her and the hot feel of it hitting her face sent her over the edge again. Her hand and fiery red nails again a blur of motion, she began thrashing around on the sofa, her legs clamped tightly together as she climaxed for a third time. She called out his name and as they looked directly into each other's eyes, finished together. As he sat on her reclined lap, the remainder of his load dripping from his clenched fist onto her firm, sexy tummy, he leaned forward and lightly collapsed on top of her. It was an effort to catch his breath and regain his composure. His orgasm with her was so fierce; he felt as though every ounce of strength in his body had been drained. As he lay there, he wondered what it would be like to actually fuck this woman!

They lay together for several moments, sweating and panting from their sexual game of one-on-one. After a few sedate moments, he lifted his weight off of her. Her hand still slowly making little circles around her clit and there was no doubt in his mind that she would be getting herself off again. There was an indescribable look on her face: A combination of dreamy and intense. She reached up and swiped a finger across her cheek gathering his cum and wiping it across her lips then licked it slowly. She made a sound of enjoyment as she swished it in her mouth and swallowed then licked her fingers.

They sat together on the sofa basking in the glow of orgasm and sharing their thoughts for a few minutes about the experience they had just enjoyed, each describing how their sexy masturbatory encounter was special for them in different ways. She admitted that she thought of this masturbation scheme early on and sort of planned this encounter from the beginning of their limited discrete affair. Watching a man so unabashedly jacking off right in front of her, for her, was a pleasure she had never experienced and that the scene she had just witnessed was one of her favorite masturbatory fantasies. She appreciated how open and comfortable he seemed doing something generally thought of, by men especially, so private and personal. He appreciated watching her act so slutty and uninhibited for him and he just enjoyed watching her, naked and open, pleasuring herself by his words and touches, in such an intimate way. They each pledged that there must be an encore, but maybe next time, toys might be allowed.

She reached down and picking up her little pink panties began wiping his cum from his cock and hand. When she finished, he told her to not clean his cum off her tits as he wanted her to feel his dried cum as she moved about her business for the rest of the afternoon. As he gazed upon the glowing spent beauty, he dressed and watched her continue to tickle her pussy there in front of him. He teased that he could get her to cum once more before he left and she breathlessly asked him to please do. He told her to stand as he sat on the sofa and pulled her onto his lap and leaned her back towards him. He whispered in her ear softly as he began telling her what he would do next time they were together: Sitting in a café in a corner booth, enjoying each other under the table. He would make her slip off her panties and hand them to him as they discreetly fondled each other in a public setting. She was squirming against him on the sofa as he kissed and licked her ears and neck. Listening to his words, he told her how he would slide his hands slowly up her thighs and drag his nails across her sensitive flesh towards her beautifully bald cunt. She wiggled her ass into his lap and could feel his stiff cock between her ass cheeks. He reached around and massaged her tits as he licked and nibbled her neck. He painted a verbal picture of them in the booth, her skirt hiked up, legs spread wide, her juice soaking the seat, the patrons becoming curious. As he told her how he would reach down and place clothespins on her cunt lips, he squeezed her tightly to restrain her movements. Feeling a sense of a bondage-like confinement, and visualizing the scene in the café, she began to tremble. He pulled her hair as his tongue grazed her ear. She exploded in his arms as he continued to hold her tightly. She was stifling her screams of ecstasy as her pussy gushed and wave after wave of orgasm washed over her again. He relaxed his hold on her as she slowly regained her poise.