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Susan looks great in her black shortie. She is 28 years old, tall and thin
with shoulder length blonde hair. She has a great body with long legs and a
fabulous tan. Her breasts are larger than mine, very full and bounce up and
down and sway from side to side with every step she takes. Her butt is small
and firm. I am very envious of her.

I sit on the couch as Susan takes the pot out of her suitcase and rolls a
joint. She sits on the couch beside me, lights the joint, takes a big hit,
and passes it to me. We are laughing and talking about the good looking men
at the banquet tonight. I thought Jack was the most desirable of the men
there and Susan liked Tim. We each take a few more hits off the joint. It is
real good stuff.

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Susan and I have worked together for about 10 years. We are sharing a hotel
room this week because we are both attending a business conference in Atlanta.
We are just returning to the room after the banquet. It is about 10 p. m. and
we both drank more wine tonight than usual. We are a tipsy and are giggling a
lot.

Susan says that she had some pot and offerers to share a joint with me. I
gladly accept.

“Let’s get comfortable before we start”, she suggests.

“Ok.”

I pick up my pink shortie nightgown and go to the bathroom to change. When I
come out of the bathroom, Susan has already changed into her gown. I have
felt uncomfortable all week wearing this sexy gown in front of Susan.
Usually, I only put it on just before going to bed.

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I have him where I want him now. She pulls his T-shirt through some holes and
snips large holes in it where his nipples will emerge! Then, she reaches
down and is aware that Bob is not wearing his jeans anymore.. he is lying in
his skivvies, and his rampant prick is achingly pressing the cotton material
outwards as he extends right through the hammock’s hole there! I must be very
careful with these scissors, mustn’t I? Wouldn’t want to hurt what makes me
feel better than anything in the world!! Pull on the underpants now.. a little
more! Now, the cotton is far out from his so sensitive skin.. carefully…snip
snip! Now.. his cock comes to my face! Lick the tip… tongue tip in his little
slit… tastes so great!! Now, into Jen’s mouth.. dear rammer… in in in in
farther.. “Ahhhh.. so wonderful!”, groans Bob. Out..in..out..in suck in..lick
him.. ohh, he feels soooo good, hot ready to vibrate in ecstasy any minute..
just a few more strokes.. ohhh he’s getting longer, harder. This is perfect..
now…. I’ll just lie like this, legs spreading apart. lift myself an inch
toward’s Bob’s penis… touching me.. ah.. circle my clit, up and down my slit
… all the way down between my legs to touch my ass hole.. ahhhh – so nice..
now.. invite him IN? Yessss. ohh yesss.. that is it…. now he’s thrusting and
I’m matching him stroke for stroke.. Coming. already! Ohh this is the most..
“Jenifir, I’m coming tooooooo.. Ahhhhhhhh.. “

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And this is so exciting! I don’t have to open my eyes because the room is so
very dark. But the feeling of the hammock and everything Bob is doing is just
unbelievably good.. Ooooh, I’m coming now! “Bob, I’m commmmmmmming! I love
you so much.” “I love you too, darling!”, Bob answers..”Come to me.. give me
all of your vibrating glorious climaxing. There, oh, I’ve never felt you come
so hard, before…. ever! You’re totally wild tonight!” “Well,” Jen sighs,
“You set me up to feel like this. I’ve never felt to laid out and ready for
love in any other situation we’ve had together!!!” “Why don’t you exchange
places with me, Jen? I’ll lie face down on the hammock where you are, and
you can use the scissors on me!”
Jenifir lifts herself up, feeling the rope marks still pressing her skin
sensually inwards.. she grabs Bob and embraces him fully.. “Bob, you’re so
wonderful to think of things like this.. I never would have dreamed! But it’s
perfect!” She kisses him passionately and then gives him a little helpful
push as Bob nosedives into the hammock. Now, Jenifir looks under the hammock;
“Bob’s had a folding cot set up here, underneath the hammock.. If I lie in
it and help guide him inside me, we can fuck with him lying on the hammock
and me lying spread out under him on this cot!!!!!!” But first, where are his
scissors? Ah, here they are! Right on this end table next to the cot.. I want
to kiss him again… ahhhh, right through the hammock ropes.. how nice..

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snip! snip! AHhh, he’s pulled out the cups of my bra and cut holes in them too!! Now my nipples are free and are they hard!! They just sticking out there ready for anything Bob wants to do with them!!! Ahhhh, yes! He’s licking me there! Ohhh, gooood. It feels so special.. almost like one man is pressing the base of my breast (the hammock does that) while Bob just loves my nipples completely freely.. now my nipples are wet.. and the breeze makes them stand up even more…. and how that moves down my body right to my pussy! Wonderful feeling, I’ll get the hammock wet with my juices, I know. But who cares? We can wash it off together later, and laugh. Now, Bob has a hand on my right boob, just twirling his fingers around the nipple the way I LOVE, and I can feel his tongue now.. on my clit!!!! Wow, that feels different… wonderfully different too! My vulva is pressing fully down through an opening, and that stretches me out… great feeling.. Bob is just eating me like a second dessert – ohh, he’s got his fingers running down my lips.. ahhhhh I like the way he does me!!!! ow, he’s putting a finger in me.. wonnnnnderful! I’m soo wet!

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As soon
as she is fully lying down in it, she can feel the wight of her body push
her breasts through two of the hammock’s openings and then, the marvellous
feeling of the rope pressing around them – while her tummy and vulva also take
a deep impressed settling into the comfortable rope pattern squares! “Oh, is
this wonderful!!!”, Jen muses. Now, she hears Bob breathing and listens to
his first words, “Jen, don’t worry about your clothing – I have another skirt
and T-shirt sitting on the bed which you can wear home in the morning..”
“What’s coming next,” the lovely coed thought.. “Oh, there’s Bob, now..
I can just make him out, under me and under the hammock. He’s pulling my
T-shirt away from my breasts now.. feels nice.. snip! Oh, he’s cutting holes
in the material, letting my bra free and into the hammock’s “cups”.. wow!
Now he’s pulling the material of my panties down farther through their hole -
snip! snip! He must be cutting a large opening in the crotch! Ooh that feels
so sexy! I feel so totally vulnerable, but pressing through the hammock is
fabulous.. the pressing of the ropes are like being tied up – yet I know I’m
free… what a psychological turn-on!!! Mmmmmmm, Bob is kissing me.. oh, it
feels odd, with his lips coming up to meet mine through a hammock opening..
this is a rare feeling, because I can only feel his lips! I cannot feel any
of the rest of him, yet.. I hope that is coming soon! I feel horny like I
never felt before in my life!! Now he’s not kissing me.. where did he go?

“I’m going into the bedroom now, to prepare for your entry. Will you wait
for three minutes, then come into the room, lift your skirt up to your
waist and lie down on your stomach on our new Bermuda rope hammock?” And, he
lightly rose and left Jenifir to think about that while she finished her
delicious capuccino. “Lift my skirt?? Hammock? What’s this?”
After the three minutes passed (holding her watch near the candle to read
its tiny face for the exactness of Bob’s timing request).. Jeniffer blew out
the candle’s luminence and slowly moved to the door, reaching not very far
down to take the hem of her skirt, lift it up to her waist (“What a langorously nice feeling this is – I’ve never done it before; with Bob’s air-conditioner
pushing a cool breeze across the room it feels so neat on my thighs and panties
!!!” She walked into Bob’s room, not seeing where he is waiting for her, but
following his request – she can see the outline of a big Carribean-type rope
hammock resting on a steady metal frame holding it open.. she gently sits down
on it to test its ability to hold her, then, feeling secure, she lets herself
lie face down into the encompassing rope cushion of the nice hammock.

“We start with prosciutto e melone, my favorite antipasto – then, I have
made us some lasagne verde, with sauce Bechamel, some cold Soave white wine
is ready to sip… fruit and cappucino for dessert. Okay?” “It’s perfect – “,
sighed Jenifir.
(After the dinner, slowly savored with much communing about everything and
nothing.. sipping their coffee and eating from the same delicious peach, ala
“Tom Jones”, Bob looks deeply into her eyes.)”Thank you for wearing the mini-
skirt and T-shirt I suggested, sweetheart. They will help me make you feel
soooo good.. in there!”, he said as he pointed suggestively to the bedroom
door.”I’ll turn out the apartment lights now, and we’ll finish our coffee in
the light of our candle.. then, your eyes will begin to relax comfortably in
the lowered light environment, needed for ‘later’..”
“This is fun, Bob! I don’t know what you have in mind, but I already feel
so happy and excited. You are so sensitive to my feelings.. I really love
that about you!”

Jenifir arrived at Bob’s place right on time. They have been in love for
months, and every time either one has had time to dream of a fantasy, the resulting eroticism and mutual pleasure has been nothing short of fantastic..
“Hmm? I wonder what Bob has planned for us this evening,” thought Jen..
“May I take your coat, darling?”, Bob murmerred, as his lips brushed first
her perfectly coifed blond hair and then descended moistly to meet Jenifir’s
just-parted ones. “Ahhh, I’m so happy to be with you again, Bob! It’s been a
rough week, and I know you will know what I need to get back into myself…
tonight!”
“As a matter of fact, hon, I have dinner already for us.. that comes first.
And then I can tell you that my bedroom has been changed a lot for fun today;
and everything we do will be by the light of one tiny red lamp in the corner
of the room.. feeling will be much better than seeing, after we’ve eaten our
dinner!”
“Oh, my!”, thought Jen, “I can hardly wait, thinking of just what Bob has
done to his bedroom.. what a fantasy-prone guy he is.. but I never feel
threatened or frightened by anything he’s ever suggested. I KNOW this is
going to be special.” “What’s for dinner, dear heart?”

“There’s just one problem”, I said, drawing back. “This place isn’t
usually so deserted when we play.”
“Mmmm. That’s okay” she purred as she drew circles in my chest hair.
“You’ve given me and idea of something we can play for on a regular basis.”
“What’s that?” I asked
“Oh you’ll find out next time” she taunted. Then her face changed
and she gave me that look that I love to see and said “Come on, let’s get
back into our clothes and go get showered and get out of here.”
“No argument from me” I replied as we gathered up our clothes and
equipment and headed for the locker rooms.
“Last one out of the shower has to wash the gym clothes!” she said
as she slipped in to the women’s locker room.

“I think I could get to like this game again.” she said. “It’s fun
watching you bounce and swing all over the court. Especially when you’re
hard and try to do a power serve.” With that she reached out with her
racket and lightly tapped my dick to one side and then the other.
“I can’t say that I didn’t enjoy watching you either” I
said, running my finger down the line of sweat that went from her
collarbone down between her breasts.

We wrapped our arms around each other and our warm, slippery bodies pressed
together as we shared a wonderfully delicious kiss.

I noticed however, that her nipples were very prominent under her
bra. I scored another point and she removed her bra and put it in the
corner.
“What? Not going to take off the shorts first?” I asked, a little
surprised at her giving up the bra so easily.
“You’re complaining?” she retorted, shaking for me a little.
“No. Not at all.”
“Then serve.” she commanded. I stared for a moment at her
beautiful, glowing form and then turned around to serve. From then on I
was a basket case. She very quickly scored two more points and I was
completely naked on the court. I just couldn’t concentrate on the game
with her bouncing around the court next to me. On top of it all, I was
getting a royal hard-on that wasn’t helping either.
“Well, congratulations” I said. “How does it feel to win now?”
“Oh, no you don’t. A game is 15 points” she replied.
“What?! You want me to finish the game like this?!”
“That’s right, turkey. Now take your dick and get back there, it’s
still my serve.”

I did manage to get her undressed before she won the game, but she
was only naked for one point.

“Well, how about this: shoes and socks stay on, and don’t count in
the clothing count.”
“I don’t know, how are we going to compensate for playing abilities?”
“Well, you’ve got four pieces of clothing to my three.”
“Not good enough, Mister.”
“Okay, how about this, you only take something off for every two
points I make instead of for every one, and I get to count my head band.”
“Okay, but you still spot me 5 points and I get to serve first”
“Hey, this isn’t a hand-out, it’s supposed to be a challenge,
remember?”
“Okay then, we’ll flip my locker key to see who serves.”
“Hmmm…. I guess.”
“Call it in the air, number side or logo side.”
“Logo.”
“You serve.”

It definitely changed the nature of our game. I had not counted points well
enough to realize that I would have to score 12 points to get her naked,
while she would only have to score four points. When the thought hit me
after the first four points (2 mine, 2 hers) I complained.
“Hey, you were the one who suggested it, not me. We’re not going
to change the rules in the middle of a game.” she said.

“You’re getting too good at this” she complained after missing a
particularly lucky corner shot of mine. “It’s no fun to loose outright to
you and it’s just not the same when I win if you’ve spotted me 5 points to
begin with. There’s just not as much meaning or sense of victory.”
“Do you want to quit?” I asked a little hesitantly.
“Well… not really. It just gets frustrating sometimes” she
replied. Then she got a devilish look on her face and came close and
reached down to stroke the front of my shorts. “You understand
frustration?” she taunted in a sultry voice, stopping just as I started to
get hard underneath her hand.
“Hmmm. Maybe we could add a little extra meaning to winning” I
said.
“How?” she said, the seduction gone from her voice.
“Well, how about a game of ’strip racquetball’?”
“Are you kidding? What if someone sees us?”
“Nobody’s going to see us, there’s only that little eye-slit in the
doorway. Besides, you saw how deserted this place was when we came in.”
“We can’t take off shoes or socks, this game would be impossible
without them.” she said.

My most recent SO and I had been playing racquetball together for several
months. One day when we went to play, it was obvious that we were both
feeling a little “frisky”. When we got to the court and I bent over to
touch my toes (stretching the backs of my legs) she placed a hand on my
tush (I’ve always thought that was nicer than saying “ass”) and slid it
down to my balls.
“Did you remember to bring some fresh balls for us to play with
today?” she asked.
“Yes, but they’re not THERE” I replied, as I stood up and kissed
her.
Then she turned around and bent over to touch her toes, ostensibly
to stretch her legs. I made sure to run a hand down over her tush and
lightly graze the little bulge her labia made between her legs.
She giggled and asked “Are you you warmed up enough to start
playing RACQUETBALL now?”
“Yes” I replied. “How many points do you want?”
“Better make it 5 again” she replied in a disgusted voice.
and we started in playing a game.
When we had taken up the sport, we found we had approximately the
same aptitude for it. This had been great. Neither one of us had
dominated the other, and we both got a good workout. Over the last couple
of weeks, however, it had become obvious that my skill at the game was
increasing faster than hers was. It wasn’t that she wasn’t improving, it
was just that I had hit that stage when several aspects of the game
suddenly come together. I knew that she would reach that stage in her own
way in her own time, but in the meantime, she was impatient.