Memory Lane

"Is that her?" she asked, quietly, as a beautiful, full figured woman walked by. A slow nod was all the answer she received, all she really needed. The woman kept walking past, her long, brown hair blowing in the wind.

"I like her," the observing woman said, licking her lips in anticipation of what was to come. A sharp smack on her rear end let her know that her companion felt the same. "Can we do it tonight? Can we, please?" she practically begged him. His hand softly caressing the spot he had so recently smacked left her smiling, almost purring. They were going to do it tonight.

The woman who had been the object of observation continued on down the street. It was getting late, but she rarely got to spend any time just to herself anymore. With taking care of the family and school, she had so little time to spare. But she got lucky and had decided to take advantage of it.

She debated what she should do. A movie might be fun but nothing on the marquee had captured her interest. She tossed out the idea of going to a bar because she did not want to spend the whole night fending off the amorous advances of drunken strangers. She was still contemplating her options when she walked past a small restaurant. The smells wafting from the tiny hole in the wall caught her attention and for just a moment she was transported back to Italy where she had once been stationed while serving her country in the Army.

She had not had any Italian food that even came close to equaling the food at the local restaurants just off the post. Mouth watering at the smells and still half lost in memory, she turned into the restaurant and found a table to sit at. She didn't even notice the couple who followed her in and found a table not too far from hers.

She ordered and hoped, prayed, that the food tasted half as good as it smelled. After only a short wait, the restaurant was not very crowded, her meal arrived and she took her first, tentative bite. She smiled, very satisfied at the quality of the meal. While it was not quite as good as she remembered from her time abroad, it was much better than she had found since she had returned to the "Land of the Big PX".

As she ate, the waiter came by and placed a drink in front of her. She tried to protest, to declare that she had not ordered a drink but the waiter had already slipped away. She sighed and took a sip, savoring the slight burn that worked its way down her throat. As she drank, a beautiful blonde walked over to her table and asked if she could sit.

"My friend had to leave and I do so hate eating alone. Can I please sit here with you?" the blonde asked, innocently. She slipped into a free seat and extended her hand. "My name is Karen."

The brunette nervously shook the offered hand and said, "Shari. Why did your friend have to leave?"

"Work or something. He never tells me anything."

Shari shook her head, wondering how she would feel if her husband ever tried that on her. Her initial nervousness began to wear off as she looked over this blonder stranger before her. While Shari may not act on her interests, women did interest her, although the blonde was a bit skinnier than she usually found attractive in a woman. Shari generally preferred a full figured woman much like herself.

The two women sat, sipping their strong drinks and enjoying their very delicious meals. Eventually, they realized that two hours had passed. They got up and Shari reached for her purse but Karen playfully slapped her hand away. Karen paid for both their meals and they walked off together, laughing and smiling at the way the waiter could not take his eyes off of them as they exited.

They passed by a hotel and Karen stopped, explaining that she needed to stop off in her room for a moment. Shari was a bit nervous but agreed to follow Karen up to the room. They entered the nice hotel and took the elevator up to the top floor. They quickly ended up in a large suite and Karen entered the bathroom. The sound of running water softly filtered out and Shari began to look around.

It was probably one of the nicest hotel rooms she had ever been in. The bedroom was off to the side and the living area was nicely furnished. Karen's voice rang out, inviting Shari to help herself to a drink from the bar if she wanted. Against her better judgment, Shari did so, pouring herself a small drink from a bottle chilling on the bar.

She sipped at the liquor and sat down in a large, comfortable chair. She felt her eyes grow heavy, sleep creeping up on her like an irresistible fog. She set her glass down and tried to stand up, failing and falling back into the chair as Karen stepped out of the bathroom, toweling her hands dry. A wicked smile crossed Karen's face as Shari finally succumbed, falling into the deep slumber that had crept up like a thief in the night.

Shari struggled to wake up, the mumbled voices around her trickling through her consciousness like a bad fever dream. She finally managed to get her eyes open, but her body was sluggish, slow. She tried to move but realized that her hands were tied to the bed posts. She began to panic, eyes flying around the room looking for an escape, for some hope.

Then her eyes came to rest on a sight that shocked her. By the side of the bed, near the foot, was Karen, naked and on her knees, hands clutched behind her back and her lips locked solidly around the hard man hood of a naked man. His long, black hair covered his bowed head, hands wrapped in Karen's blonde hair. His arms and back were covered with tattoos. He apparently heard her struggles and he looked up, his face slowly peeking through his hair. It took a few, long moments for Shari to realize that she recognized him. She had known this man several years ago, but this man seemed to be nothing like the man she knew. He had more tattoos and the cold look of possession on his face was at odds with the memory she had of the sweet, nice man who she had known so long ago.

He guided Karen's face into his body as he locked eyes with Shari, a slow smile creeping over his face. Shari instantly knew that she was next, that he was planning on having his way with her and that there was little she could do, tied up as she was, to stop him. And she found herself becoming excited, fear and excitement mingling until she could no longer tell one from the other. She felt herself begin to moisten, feel her womanly juices begin to flow as the idea of her being bound and taken began to excite her in ways that this man had never managed to do before; as much as he had excited her in the past, it was nothing compared to this.

Watching as Karen serviced this stranger with the familiar face, hands clutched behind her as if they were bound there, brought a quiet moan to Shari's lips. The soft sound simply served to make the man smile even more broadly. The look on his face let her know that it would not be long before he turned his attention more fully to her. She bit her lip in a mixture of fear and anticipation.

Karen moaned as he pulled her face away from him. He smiled at her to let her know that she had done a good job and gestured her towards the bed. Karen quickly leapt to obey. She straddled the edge of the bed, at the foot, but one look from him made her flip over onto her stomach. This put her face in very close, intimate proximity with Shari's clean shaven mound. Shari quivered as he pushed Karen's face ever closer. With one last nudge that was almost a push, Karen's face slid that last fraction of an inch and her mouth came into contact with Shari's moist pussy.

A muffled moan escaped Karen's lips as one escaped from Shari's. The moans grew louder as he stepped up behind Karen and slid himself into her with one, forceful thrust. His thrusts began in earnest, each one fast and hard. Each stroke forced Karen's lips and tongue deeper into Shari and she found herself quickly nearing an orgasm.

He continued his pounding into Karen as Shari's breathing grew more ragged and rapid. He could tell she was nearing the edge as was Karen so he began to thrust harder. It wasn't long before Shari screamed out in orgasm, which was too much for Karen who began to buck against his body as her own orgasm hit. She was unable to make any sounds other than moans as he refused to let her face up from Shari's exploding pussy.

Once both women had calmed down, he pulled out of Karen and walked over to Shari, his rick hard cock pointing straight at her face. Without having to be told what to do, she tried to reach out, forgetting that her hands were still bound. Karen quickly undid the binding and freed one hand. With a hunger and desire she had not felt in a very long time, she reached out and guided his cock into her mouth. She quickly sucked him into her mouth, licking and sucking. She wanted to feel him explode, feel him erupt into her mouth, taste his seed as she swallowed every last drop.

With a smile, he pulled himself out of her mouth after only a few, short minutes. She groaned, trying to pull him back into her mouth. He gently smacked her hand away, not hard enough to hurt or leave a mark, but hard enough to let her know he was in charge. He slid down the length of the bed, gesturing for Karen to move. She knew instantly what he wanted. With another quick movement, the remaining strap on Shari's hands fell loose and Karen straddled her face, her own clean shaven pussy coming to rest gently on Shari's lips.

Shari's hands quickly wrapped around Karen's legs, pulling her in so she could taste every last drop that dripped from the soaking wet pussy resting against her lips. Shari felt his hands tracing down the soft skin of her legs. She felt as his hands deftly removed the bindings holding her legs down. Then she felt him slide his fingers up the inside of her thighs. She felt as his fingers traced soft, tender patterns along the soft skin of her lips, felt as they played with her engorged clit. She moaned loudly into Karen's pussy as she finally felt his fingers plunge deeply into her.

She felt his fingers thrust repeatedly into her, teasing her, building her up. She began to buck against his hand, striving to drive more and more of his fingers into her. Then she exploded, thrashing against his hand and screaming into Karen's wetness.

When she thought she could take no more, felt she was spent and worn out, she felt his fingers exit her and his hardness take their place. She moaned as he slid into her much more slowly than he had for Karen. His slow pace was not an effort to be gentle and soft. He could tell that she wanted it hard and fast, an end to the torturous build up that she had been put through. Instead, he chose to tease and titillate, to go slowly to torture her more.

Shari could take it no more. The soft and gentle pace would normally have been wonderful, but now she wanted to be taken hard and fast, to be violated and rammed. She pushed Karen off of her face just long enough to beg him fuck her fast and hard. "Please," she begged. She was rewarded by the first of many fast, hard thrusts that left her body quivering. Her moans turned into one long moan of ecstasy as she came again and again into Karen.

She felt his hands as one gripped tightly into her legs, which she then wrapped around his hips, pulling him in even deeper with each thrust. His other hand reached up and cupped her full breasts, squeezing and kneading them as he reached his own orgasm. She could feel as his thrusts grew more ragged, less controlled.

Then the biggest orgasm of the night hit her. She screamed loudly into Karen's pussy which set Karen off, causing her to scream as well. He groaned as he felt Shari's pussy tighten repeatedly along the length of his cock. With a few final thrusts, he pulled out and rushed over to her mouth. She quickly swallowed his length, sucking him until he exploded into her mouth. She cupped his balls in her hands, feeling them twitch as he came into her mouth. She continued to suck him even after he started to soften, refusing to let him go.

He pulled out with a gentle tug on her hair and laid down next to her on the bed, pulling her into him as Karen settled on her other side. They curled up together, the three of them, and settled into a satisfied sleep. As she drifted off, she realized that he had never spoken a single word to either of them. And she realized that she did not care...