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   She was a very successful executive, living in the hills of Barcelona now for the past six months.  She was living here for just one year as part of an accelerated management program the company had created to develop potential global leaders of the future.  Her spacious apartment looked out over a beautiful view toward the harbor and the main city.  It was a beautiful place, for sure, and she enjoyed the Spanish lifestyle.  But living in a foreign country could be a little hard on one’s love life and while she spoke the language fluently, she had yet to meet anyone she was serious about.

   She did have a game she played, however, with a couple of voyeurs.  When she arrived in Spain and saw this apartment, she quickly bought a telescope and a pair of binoculars to enjoy the view, of course.  After a couple of days of scanning the sky and the horizon, she found herself scanning the collection of apartment buildings below her.  She was caught by a man behind a telescope doing the spying directly at her.  At first she put the binoculars down but soon decided if he was staring she could too.  She picked up the binoculars again and focussed them on his window.  He was still staring directly at her and once he realized she had locked on him, he backed up from the telescope and bowed to her, then gave her a little wave.  She didn’t respond but at this distance she could see that he had a broad grin on his face.  He did a little dance shaking his hips and his arms opened his hands in a pleading motion.  She wasn’t sure if he was asking her to dance or if he was asking if she wanted him to dance.  She just continued to stare wondering what he would do next.

   He was a handsome dark haired man who looked to be about 30 with a well proportioned body.  As she stared, he began to dance slowly to an unheard rhythm, rotating his hips.  In fact, the dance appeared to be all exaggerated hip and arm movements.  His legs never moved which made it easy to keep the binoculars focussed.  In a very smooth motion, he slowly removed his Tshirt and continued dancing in just his tan shorts.  He was clearly putting on this show for her, and she found it more amusing than titillating, but it engaged her nonetheless.  Soon he stopped his dancing and peered through his telescope at her as though awaiting her response. 

   She wasn’t sure how comfortable she felt in giving him a show.  Perhaps it was that she thought others might see, because she did like to show off once in a while.  Perhaps it was that he knew she was in on the show.  Most of her exhibition had been done under the guise that she didn’t know the other person was looking even though she always did.  When she showed off it was always in a discreet way. 

   She was standing in front of the full length front window looking through her binoculars.  She was wearing a black blouse buttoned down the front and black slacks to match.  She grazed her free hand from her stomach up lightly across her one of her breasts.  The movement was almost unconscious and innocent enough, but he responded as though she was onstage at a strip club, giving her a rousing ovation.  She let out a laugh.  And then she decided to open the buttons of her blouse exposing her black bra against her pink skin.  She did this quickly and only let him look for a quick second before she put down the glasses and left the room. 

   When she returned she brought back her folding “Directors” chair.  This made the sitting much more comfortable while she watched him dance.  As he danced for her he got more and more into it, stripping off his shorts, stroking himself over his shorts and eventually rubbing his cock which was stretched out the top of his jockey shorts.  She sat back and enjoyed watching him.

   That was a month ago.  The next few times she did her peeking in the dark, and canvassed the whole landscape.  She found one other peeper who was off to one side and could see best into her room on the left side of her window.  She guessed that there was another women who gave them shows in her building since the two of them were often training their eyes that way.  Once she caught her dancing friend dancing and fully exposing himself for some unknown viewer.  But more interestingly he spent quite a bit of time just staring into his telescope fully nude, playing with himself.  This got her quite excited and she decided she would join the game the next time.  On progressive sessions she flirted with him.  She would touch herself and enjoyed playing with her breasts while he watched.  Taking off her clothes to expose her underwear, she would rub her white panties making sure not to move too much, so he could clearly see her with his high powered telescope.  Often she would put down her binoculars and take turns watching with him.  He would go further than her.  He usually wound up squirting his load while she had yet to remove her panties.

   Tonight she was prepared to go all the way.  In fact, she had been looking forward to another session for a few days now, thinking about it all day at work, running home and looking for him with no luck.  As the days wore on, her anticipation grew and she had created many different ways to respond to him.  But tonight he was home.  She flew through the door and ran to the window without putting the lights on and she could see his lights on.  He wasn’t at his window but she knew he would be checking, so she turned on the lights and began to settle in.

   She removed her business suit, blouse, shoes, and stockings.  She was looking out her window periodically to see if he was watching yet but he wasn’t.  She stood in front of her open window and rook off her bra slowly with no one watching and then her panties.  It could be awhile, he must be eating or have guests, she thought.  So she went to her bedroom and threw on her sleepwear which was a while Tshirt and panties to match.  She left her earrings and necklace on.  Patience she thought but she was feeling like this was going to happen sometime tonight and she was excited thinking about it.

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It took about an hour before he showed up at the window.  She immediately pulled her panties down around her thighs as a signal to him and she could feel the juice between her legs.  He spotted her and made it clear he was alone and ready. 

   She turned on her CD player and began to dance to the music.  Her panties still around her thigh, she wiggled and thrust to the sound of the music.  She put the glasses down on the table.  Both of her hands ran along all sides of her Tshirt.  She cupped her breasts and the movement of the Tshirt caused it to lift a bit, exposing the bottom of her clean shaven pussy.  She shaved it fully bare just a few days ago and touched it up again in this mornings shower.  She grabbed each side of her panties and ran them down her legs and then back up and into their rightful place in her crotch.  She pulled them up higher so that the white cotton fabric pressed hard against the flesh of her pussy.  She couldn’t see him too well with her binoculars off, but she could see he was watching.  He was sitting, staring into his the lens of his telescope – she could see that.  But she wondered what he was looking at since the telescope may not allow him to look at all of her.

   She turned around and retrieved her glasses but quickly slipped her Tshirt.  Armed with her binoculars, naked except for her white cotton panties, she turned the chair around and with one kneeling knee, took a careful look at him, signaling it was his turn as well.

   He stood back from his telescope, got on his knees, and pleaded with her to continue.  He made a series of motions with his hands to indicate that he wanted to watch her continue.  He went over to the seat where he was sitting and stood next to the lamp, looked at her and pleading one more time before he turned off the light.  There was still enough light for her to see him move into his seat.

   She put the glasses back down.  And started to dance but she moved very slowly and in a small area.  She turned around and leaning on the chair, she flashed her white clad buns right in his direction.  She reached around and pulled the edges of her panties together, bunching them up in her crack.  She wiggled it around slowly, giving him ample time to adjust his viewer.  Then she stood up and turned around.  Standing for a moment she slowly moved her hands down from breasts toward her panties.  Sliding them off, she thought he would have trouble focusing on one area since her she was lifting her legs.  She immediately knew what would work best.

   She was already feeling very hot and she knew if she sat in a certain way that he could focus on her pussy while she played with it.  She sat completely naked in the chair and began to rub her pussy.  She put one leg up and opened her legs, and then spread eagled her pussy lips with the fingers of both hands so he could focus.  She fiddled a bit with her clit while continuing the spread eagle.  She felt like her juices were just going to run right out of her gaping hole.  She had done this before in front of a mirror and so she knew how to get the best effect on both her vagina and her clit.  Now that someone was watching her, she was even hotter than when she masturbated in front of the mirror.

   She knew he was looking at her pussy and she released the outer lips and ran a finger over her pussy.  As she did this, she began to look around the landscape to see if anyone else was looking.  The lights were now out in the apartment window closest to her.  It was on earlier but the shades were pulled.  The residents appeared to be a newly married couple who was very conscious about their privacy.  Her heart raced as she thought of others watching her.  He fingers worked their way inside of her.  She knew she was ready to come and she could imagine him watching her close up as though his face was right between her legs.

   Her finger moved in and out and as it came out it carried her juices.  The bottom of her finger lubricated her clit and her finger rolled along her clit and into her slippery opening, reaching in as far as one finger would go.  Deep and then out and along her clit again.  As he watched, she came lifting her hips as she did. 

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This is part 2 of a 3 part series.  Part 1 can be found HERE.

Mike
and Rebecca went upstairs to the master bedroom next to Jeannette’s room.  With their clothes still on, they cuddled
together on the king size bed and soon Mike was asleep.  Rebecca, however, merely dozed and continually
awoke to see Mike next to her, to smell his masculine odors, feel his warmth,
and remember how his face contorted with glee as she brought him to
orgasm.  She remembered how his hard
stiff member felt in her hand.  How he
told her what to do and how he responded to her strokes.  Her excitement and his closeness kept her up
falling in and out of erotic dreams.  In
one dream she couldn’t remember she thinks she might have orgasmed
herself.  Her panties and pants were as
wet as she had ever been.

 Eventually,
as if some survival instinct took over she rolled over, away from his body and
fell into a deep sleep.  It was late
morning when Jeannette finally came into the room.  She was still wearing her long t-shirt style nightie
(and nothing else!).  She crawled unto
Rebecca’s side of the huge bed.  She
crawled quietly so as to not wake both of them. 
She gazed at Rebecca all huddled up in her clothes.  She was truly a beautiful girl and you didn’t
have to be a boy to appreciate that.  To
think that she might still be a virgin, as Jeannette suspected, was
unbelievable.  Jeannette remembered
secretly listening and watching the two of them last night and every indicator
pointed to the fact that, at 21, Rebecca had NO experience with boys.  At 19, Jeannette had already had 3 boys – 1
being in his mid 20’s – and considered that she had a pretty broad experience
with them.

 She
felt sorry for her poor inexperienced cousin. 
Not only because she had so little experience but based on what she saw
last night, she had yet to receive any satisfaction with Mike.  Seeing her fully dressed merely confirmed her
suspicions. 

 “Psst.  Psst. 
Wake up sleepy head,” she whispered. 
She brushed her long silky brown hair off of Rebecca’s cheek.  Her fingertips glided along her smooth skin
and across her sensitive ear.  A smile
came across Rebecca’s face and Jeannette thought it was giving off light.  Jeannette leaned forward and kissed her.  It was not a sisterly kiss.  It was directly on Rebecca’s full pink moist
lips.  It wasn’t a long kiss but it
wasn’t a peck either.  It was enough to
send a chill through Jeannette.  A
tingling shiver that ran right into that place between her legs.

 Jeannette
was a bit surprised herself at the energy in the kiss and not sure if Rebecca
felt it too, she decided to go for another. 
This time her lips lingered, softly caressing her cousins still lips
until they responded to her.  Lips to
sweet lips with an energy that was hot.  
Jeannette had experienced the pleasure of another woman’s charms.  She and her best fiend in high school used to
teach each other about sex.  They
experimented with all phases.  They
kissed a lot.  They touched and rubbed
and brought each other to orgasms.  They
suckled each other and gave each other oral pleasures.  They even tried a vibrator but Jeannette
enjoyed the soft warm personal touches to that of any mechanical device.  She knew she wasn’t gay and she went on to
have three boyfriends but she also knew that there was pleasure in sex with
another woman too. 

 She
had not intended to come on to Rebecca when she came into the room but after
these initial kisses, her desire to continue with her beautiful cousin was
unmistakable.  She cradled Rebecca’s head
with her hands and closing her eyes, kissed her again.  This was a deep long lingering kiss that
Rebecca seemed glad to return. 
Jeannette’s fingers dove deeply into Rebecca’s hair, pulling her mouth
and face closer.  Gripping her head,
kissing her, Jeannette could feel her passion stirring.  She could sense Rebecca’s passion stirring as
well and she moved her body into a closer position, so that her breasts were
pressed against her and their legs were intertwined.  Her lips moved off of Rebecca’s and they
touched her cheek, then her neck and up to her ear.  Quickly kissing with soft lips around her
face, occasionally lingering here or there to spread some warmth.

 Rebecca’s
breathing became noticeably louder, and Jeannette caressed her shoulders,
rubbed her back, quickly unsnapping her bra, hugging the curvaceous form of her
cousin.  Jeannette pressed their bodies
together, moving her legs inside Rebecca’s. 
Pushing her thigh into Rebecca’s crotch and feeling her warmth.  Encouraged by this Jeannette began to
unbutton Rebecca’s blouse, switching her eyes from Rebecca’s face to a rather
demure glance at her own hands and down into Rebecca’s wonderful cleavage.  Rebecca looked a little stunned as though she
had no idea where this was going but Jeannette could tell that this little virgin
was enjoying it too much to stop. 

 Her
blouse unbuttoned, Jeannette pulled the material out of her pants and opened
both side panels fully exposing her pale soft smooth skin.  Her hands felt Rebecca’s warm flesh and found
their way to her bra covered breasts. 
With the bra already unhooked, it was relatively easy for Jeannette to
pop it off of Rebecca’s firm and full breasts. 
Her hand caressed the breast first by feeling its fullness, its
roundness, squeezing it gently.  Then her
fingers skimmed over her nipple and circled her sensitive areola.  Rebecca moaned and her body stirred with
Jeannette’s manipulations.  As Jeannette
continued, she again kissed Rebecca’s now moaning mouth. 

 Jeannette
was finding her cousin the most exciting woman she had ever been with – not
that there had been that many.  Her
moaning and the steady shifting of her body ignited her desires.  Rebecca’s breasts were so exciting to
hold.  They had a firmness and fullness
and softness that her own seemed to lack. 
Jeannette just loved the way that Rebecca’s nipple stiffened under her
touch and she could feel all the bumps around her elongated nipple tighten and
bloom.  She loved her lips and the way
she shyly but unmistakably was returning her kisses.  So soft, so gentle, so feminine. 

 Rebecca
was unwillingly moving her body.  Her
legs were running back and forth between Jeannette’s and her torso was slowly
moving from side to side.  This movement
woke Mike, who unaware of what was going on behind him, stretched and loudly
yawned.  His hands clasped together and
stretched over his head pulling his back and legs into a straight
position.  Jeannette’s kissing and
touching continued persistently.  When he
turned on his back and saw the two girls entangled, it was like being hit with
a cold pan of water.  His senses immediately
came to alert.  A little shocked, he
froze.

 “The
bathroom is over there, Mike,” said Jeannette. 
“Why don’t you use it and then return and join us.  Or at least watch us.”  And she returned to kissing and caressing
Rebecca.  Mike was frozen for a few
minutes.  He could feel his cock growing
but it was terribly uncomfortable in the tightness of his pants.  How did Jeannette know that about him, he
thought?  Soon he got up and went into
the bathroom, taking more time than he wanted but he had to calm down a little
before he could pee and that took him a while.

 When
he returned, Jeannette had removed Rebecca’s shirt and bra entirely.  She had worked her way down her body and was
kissing her stomach while unzipping the fly of her pants.  Mike also noticed that in the movement of
sliding down Rebecca’s body, Jeannette’s nightie had crawled up her torso
exposing her rounded ass.  Happy New
Year! thought Mike and a huge smile crossed his face.  He had no idea what was going to happen but
was thanking his lucky stars for this very moment.   Seeing Rebecca’s breasts and Jeannette’s ass
was pretty good alone but they were also going at it and he was certainly
enjoying that scene. 

 “You’re
just going to have to take your own clothes off, Mike.  That is, if you want to,” Jeannette said a
bit sarcastically.  By now she was
pulling Rebecca’s pants down over her hips along with her white cotton
panties.  Her mouth tasted each newly
exposed piece of Rebecca’s flesh. 
Rebecca reached over and took a pillow and put it over her face.  Like an ostrich it gave her a sense of not
being seen or not being present as her clothes were being removed leaving her
naked on the bed.  Mike’s reaction time
was clearly being affected by his inability to take his eyes off of the
wonderful unveiling in front of him, but he clumsily tore off his clothes.

 Jeannette
worked her mouth in between Rebecca’s legs and was slowly licking her swollen
lips.  She started very gently and very
slowly, forcing Rebecca to move her hips as a demand for more contact.  Jeannette obliged and worked her tongue in
between her lips into the fold of her slit, 
Up and down her wet soft tongue moved coming just below her enlarged
clitoral limb and just around the outside of her vaginal opening.  Her tongue rimmed her opening but did not
penetrate.  Rebecca could feel her tongue
stretching the muscle at the edge. 
Rebecca could also feel hands on her breasts, followed by a warm breath
and a wet kiss right on her nipple as Mike joined in. 

 Mike
kept his eyes open watching the way that Jeannette teased and played her tongue
around a large part of Rebecca’s genitals. 
He sucked on the perfect hard nipple before him while he watched.  Jeannette worked her tongue around Rebecca’s
clitoris, slowly, gently.  Rebecca’s
pussy was not shaved as many of the women her age did these days.  Her fine hair was a bit coarser down there
but still rather silky.  Mike was amazed
at how well he could see her slit and clitoris and pussy.  Perhaps it was because Jeannette had
moisturized it with her tongue.  Perhaps
because her lips were swollen with excitement and it parted like the Red Sea.  But Mike was enjoying his
view.  He realized that all of his
experience to date had occurred at night, in darkness, or at best with the
light from a candle.  Here in the bright
glow of daylight, mysteries were being revealed to him.

 Jeannette
continued her persistent lapping around Rebecca’s clitoris while she inserted
two fingers just inside her virginal opening. 
Slowly she pushed her fingers inside looking to see if her cherry was
still intact.  Meanwhile Rebecca was
beginning to cum.  She had mistaken
sessions of wet moisture generating excitement with actual orgasms.  It was not until this very moment that she
realized she had never experienced the real power of an orgasm.  She moaned very loudly as everyone began to
give it to her.  Mike’s slurped on her
nipple pulling on the hard nub and letting it go repeatedly.  Jeannette licked and lapped at her clit,
around it, over it, under it, moving as quickly as her tongue could.  Her fingers penetrating deeper and rubbing
inside where her G spot might be. 
Jeannette found no cherry to block her way and reached deeper.  Rebecca gasped and cried out and sobbed as
the multiple assaults on her sensitive parts overwhelmed her.

 “Stop
it!  Stop it!” she screamed and Mike
thought she might actually be upset.  She
put her hands on Jeannette’s head and pushed. 
Jeannette removed her mouth but for just a second until Rebecca stopped
pushing and dove back in for another smooch to the area of her clit.  Rebecca wriggled away and the pillow came off
of her face.  “I need a moment,” she
said. 

 “That’s
the attitude cuz” kidded Jeannette because in a minute you are going to have to
let Mike fuck that pretty pussy of yours. 
Can you wait one minute, Mike?” 

 “I
don’t know,” he said.  “Just look at
me!”  He thrust his hips forward proudly displaying
his rigid member.  It did look stretched
to its limit but the smile on Mike’s face told the women he would wait.

Part 3 can be found HERE.

His muscles were hard like stone and bulging.  Bruises covered most of his body and his legs were both in casts.  Her job was to give him a sponge bath and she was very nervous.  She had given them before but not to someone as good looking and let’s face it – so damned exciting.  She practically shook in his presence.  Little did she know that the staff was doing this as a reward for their young eager candy striper. 

Jill, 19 years old, had been volunteering at the hospital throughout the summer.  She was a college student who had just completed her freshman year.  Interested in pursuing medicine, she thought this job might give her some insight but it turned out to be mostly emptying bed pans and getting patients water and talking to the elderly.  Jill was a beautiful flower in bloom.  Tall straight and lean, she had well proportioned hips, a great shaped ass and legs that wouldn’t quit.  She still wore her b-cup bras although she had outgrown them.  But she really didn’t need any support from her bra as her plump breasts proudly presented themselves.

In spite of her maturing beauty and intellectual charms, she was still a bit insecure around men.  At least fully developed masculine men such as John Williams.  When she entered the room, her mouth would go dry and she had trouble returning his stare.  She could feel his stare and as she prepared the soap and water, he intently followed her around the room.  “How are you, today?” he asked.  She could barely get her one word response out.

She moved over to his bed and took folded his sheet down to his waist.  She knew she should say something to him about what she was doing but it was just too much to say.  “Are you going to wash me?” he asked.  “Yes,” she stammered.  “Well that’s great.  I’m getting a little ripe in here and was wondering when I would be able to take a bath. 

She started with his face and he closed his eyes.  It gave her a chance to marvel at the strong masculine lines of his face.  His perfect jaw line, muscles along the side of his face and the roughness of his unshaven face, all had an effect on her.  He knees were weakened and she felt a bit faint.  She had to remind herself to stop touching his face with the soapy water and rinse with the clean sponge.  As she moved to his neck and shoulders, she could feel the sinewy muscle groups.  He still had visible bruises over every each of his body from his downhill mountain biking accident.  She had heard that he went over a cliff and tumbled down for hundreds of yards. 

The bruises looked painful.  On a whim she abandoned the sponge using it merely to provide soapy water and used her hands to gently rub the soap against his black and blue skin.  Tight skin over hard muscles, looking so bruised.  It excited her in a way, no boyfriend ever did and she could feel herself responding between her legs.  Meanwhile he had become silent and kept his eyes closed.  He seemed to be concentrating on her touch and it gave her more confidence.  Almost a sense of control.  He uttered a soft murmur.

“Do the bruises still hurt?” she asked him.  “No!” he replied but she didn’t believe him.  They looked too fresh.  He’s just being a Man, she thought.  She washed his arms one at a time moving from one side of the bed to the other.  Under his arms she spent a little extra time double washing his patch of long wispy hair.  He continued to keep his eyes close and stay quiet and this made her more comfortable.  Her efforts became rhythmic and his murmurs more frequent.  First she used the soapy sponge to apply the water, then used long strokes with her hands to rub and wash, then rinsed with the clear water sponge.  Her movements just naturally followed the flow of his muscles and she was surprised at how excited she was becoming yet how comfortable it all seemed.

“Do you do massage also?” he asked, “you seem so good at this.”  “Just for my boyfriends,” she responded and surprised herself with her deliberate flirtation.  She felt herself blush.  He smiled.  “I’ll bet you have a lot of boys chasing you.”  “Not so many.”  “Do you have a steady boyfriend, now?” “Not right now,” she said and the conversation quickly seemed to end. 

She was washing now washing his stomach and realized as she went to move the sheet a little lower that he had an enormous erection clearly visible under the folded sheet.  How could she have missed it?  It was so obvious it was embarrassing her.  Yet she couldn’t stop looking at it.  She could feel her face flush.  It looked like he had a huge cock and she wondered if it, too, was covered in muscles.  She somewhat quickly washed his six pack stomach paying more attention to bruises on his sides and avoiding any possibility of accidentally touching his hard cock which was pointed straight toward his chin and went almost up to his belly button forming a tent in the folded sheet.

“Well, that’s it,” she said as she carried the soapy bowl over to the sink.  “Hey wait a minute, you missed a spot!”  “No that’s all, really!” she said as she slowly poured the soapy water down the drain.  “Now just a minute,” he said.  “I don’t know what your thinking but I’ve been laying in this bed for three days and I am pretty dirty and stinky down there.”  He pointed.  “Isn’t your job to get me as clean as you can?  C’mon.  I’m not asking you to do anything but wash me.”

She thought about what he said and it made sense.  It was her job to clean him and maybe she could do it in a completely matter-of-fact way.  Did she dare to try!  “OK,” she gave in and began to refill the water basin.  “I won’t do a thing,” he said, “I will just lie still and you do whatever you need to, to get me clean.  OK?”

When she returned to his bed side, he was lying back with both his hands under his head, elbows out, looking a little too pleased with himself, she thought.  His eyes were closed.  She took the sheet and folded it down to the top of his two legs casts, exposing his naked parts to the air.  She looked at his face.  He still had his eyes closed but a large smile had taken over his face.  Smug man, she thought, and she felt her panties oozing wetness.  Returning to his genitals she dripped the warm soapy water all around his hips and lower stomach.  Washing with her hands again (even though she thought about sticking to the sponge) she pretty much stayed away from his cock perhaps bumping it once or twice as she moved around.  But to clean his hair she realized she would have to somehow get it out of the way, so with one had she lifted it while the other worked the soap in and around his pubic hair and the base of his shaft.

She let his cock go and almost laughed at the way it bounced.  More water and she worked her hands between his legs.  His ball sack was tight but she realized that he appeared like other boys she had seen in this area.  His muscular wrap didn’t seem to invade his most sensitive spots.  She had trouble getting her hand in between his legs and so she went to the end of the bed and moved his legs apart by lifting each foot.

It was now much easier to reach under his balls and give him a good cleaning.  Her wrist and arm touch his cock many times and on occasion got it to jump all by itself.  She rinsed him and by this time she was handling his cock rather freely pulling it off to one side with one hand while the other one rinsed with the sponge.  He was now moaning and grunting and she noticed that his Cheshire grin had been replaced with a much more intense expression.  Served him right, she thought.  He asked for it.

She had a towel which she had neglected to use when washing the rest of him but now used it between his legs to dry him.  This extra bonus seemed more that he was expecting and when a portion of the towel fell across his stretched cock, his hips began moving in spite of the weight of the two casts on his legs.  She finished and mumbled some comment.  His eyes opened and looked pleadingly at her.  “Please don’t leave me like this.  Please help me.  Please.”

She felt sorry for him and took the towel in her hand and then held his cock in it.  She began slowly rubbing the towel up and down along his stiff shaft.  It was as hard as his muscles.  She could feel him looking into her eyes, but she concentrated on the movement of her hand.  When his hand began to reach for her, she quickly said, “No or I’ll stop.”  She moved faster and faster again as his audible breathing quickened with her pace.  He was grunting his approval of her hand movements.  She felt the towel was slowing her down and so she threw it aside using the direct contact of her hand on his flesh.  That did it for him and she was shocked to see his first gush of sperm shoot straight across his body and land on his own chin.  The second on his neck and the third on his chest before the remaining spurts were settling on his stomach.  She was sort of upset that he messed up her fine cleaning job.

She took the towel which had been tossed aside and wiped his chin, his neck, his stomach with tender slow strokes.  Then quickly kissed him full on the lips, surprising him, and turning wheeled her cart out of his room.  As she left she made sure to add a little wiggle to her hips, feeling quite satisfied with herself.  The doctor had said he would need an operation and that he would be here for a few weeks.  She was glad she had volunteered in this hospital.

This story starts with Parts 1 and 2.  If you have not read them yet, refer to Rush’s Table of Contents.

The manager called the three contestants up on the stage one at a time, and after a few comments to the crowd he announced ‘L’ as the winner.  “Catch them for a lap dance if they are willing,” he said rather lewdly.  “And ‘L’ will be back to do another dance for us later.”  The crowd cheered.  Danielle joined Ellen at her table with Adam and the guys.  She had come alone, and after their moments of rushed pleasure in the dressing room, a special bond had silently developed between the girls.  Adam had a tequila drink ready for Ellen and, she made quick work of it offering the last third to Danielle.  Adam ordered two more drinks for the girls.  The waitress was very attentive to Adam.  He always seemed to have a way of taking over any place they went into. 

Ellen hadn’t been seated for five minutes when someone came over and asked if she would give him a lap dance.  “I need to rest for a minute,” she said brushing him off.  “What do you think, Adam, are lap dances out of the question?”  He looked at her with his calm cool blue eyes and smiled, “No, I think you should do some lap dances.  After all we don’t come here every day.” 

Ellen’s breath skipped a beat.  She could feel the warm moist area between her legs signaling her excitement.  Adam asked her a few questions about what she liked, was she turned on, and who her favorites were.  He was genuinely enjoying the fact that she was going crazy with excitement.  Ellen marveled at his lack of jealousy and the way he was able to share her body with other men.  She loved this part of him, and silently promised to herself that she would return the favor to him as soon as she could.

Suddenly, there was a tap on her shoulder and she turned to see Mr. Rich asking her for a lap dance.  With a quick nod to Adam she took his outstretched hand and followed him to the V.I.P. area.  Mr. Rich, she thought, has done this before.  The V.I.P. area, in spite of the fancy name, was merely a section of 10 private booths along the back wall that was corded off with velvet ropes. The booths were each walled on three sides and had a heavy curtain in front.  Inside there was a padded bench with a back that went from one side to the other.  It was big enough for two to sit but Mr. Rich sat in the middle.

He introduced himself. Coincidently his name was Rich. “Don’t call me Dick” he said. He asked her if she had ever done a lap dance before, and she said no.  Rich explained the rules of the club to her pretty much along the same lines as the manager had described them.  She thought this was very nice of him.  It seemed like he didn’t want to get her in any trouble.  The music started and Ellen stood in front of him swaying to the music.  It wasn’t terribly sexual; just normal club dancing.  Suddenly, the curtain swung open and a man peeked in.  The suddenness of it caused Ellen to release scream.  He left as quickly as he came in.  Rich explained that he was there to keep a count on who was doing shows and that he would show up at the start of each song.  He also made sure that no one went too far.

Rich asked Ellen to take off her tube top and her skirt.  In the rush before she went back on stage, she did not take the time to put on her bra or her black panties.  She removed the pieces as he asked and stood before him in only her g string and high heels.  She danced before him much slower than the beat of the music, barely moving her hips in front of him.  As she swayed slowly she tried to move her hips in a sexually suggestive way.  It seemed to capture his attention. 

Rich was kind of an average looking guy but there were clear signs of success in his life.  His clothes were nicely fitted, and he had the physique of someone who worked out regularly.  His muscles weren’t bulging but his waist was trim and his chest and shoulders seemed to be proportioned nicely for his somewhat large frame.  His dark black hair was cut short and added to his professional appearance.  Ellen could imagine marrying a man like him; someone who seemed comfortable with himself.

Rich asked Ellen if he could suggest a few moves.  “Anything you would like,” she said.  “It’s your nickel.”  He first told her to straddle his knee and then put her hands on the wall behind him.  The he told her to rub her knee against the inside of his thigh.  Ellen leaned on the wall and moved her leg along the inside of his thigh all the way to his crotch being gentle when she reached his balls.  She looked at his crotch as she did this and she could see some stirring going on in his pants.  Then he asked her to rub her crotch against his knee.  Ellen had to crouch a bit to do this, but liked having her crotch pushed against his slacks.  She was probably leaving a moisture trail along his tan pressed slacks.

Rich continued to suggest positions for Ellen.  He had her turn her back to him and bend her ass into and onto his crotch.  When she did this she could feel the hardness of his cock through his pant leg.  It was positioned running down along the inside of his left leg, but was straining to stick up.  She moved her ass back and forth in his lap.  His legs were open and she was rubbing his cock with the side of her hip.  He had her put both of her knees on the bench beside him straddling his lap.  She lowered her pussy to his lap and ran it up and down ignoring the rhythm of the song.  Both of them were very aware that her small naked breasts were right in front of his face.  Her nipples had been hard all night.  Now they were pointing directly into his eyes.

The song ended and she started to get off of his lap.  “Please I will take another song.”  His voice was slightly meek, almost pleading.  She realized that this poor man was as turned on as she was.  Maybe more so.  Then he added, “In fact, I want a number of songs if that is all right with you.”  She reminded him that it would cost him $20 per song.  He said he would be willing to double her pay with tips if she lived up to his expectations.  If she needed any more motivation (which she didn’t) that provided it.  

Another song started. The curtain flashed behind her and she turned too late to see very much of the peeking man.  However, she noticed a man outside the booth sitting at a table beyond the rope trying to look in at them.  Rich asked her to stand for a minute and when she did, he reached into his pants and moved his cock around.  She watched intently as he moved his hard tubular member so that it was aligned with his zipper.  It was certainly big enough to be easily seen, even in the darkness of the curtained room.  There was something about watching him so obviously that tickled her. 

She returned to her last position with her breasts in front of his face, her knees on the bench straddling him and her crotch over his zipper.  This time she could feel his member rubbing through his pants and her g string.  She moved slowly along its length opening her own lips with its hardness.  His eyes closed.  She pushed her breasts forward and her nipples poked his closed eyes.  He quickly opened them and she backed off, but kept her nipples within an inch of his face.  She leaned back and put her hands on his shoulders, feeling every inch of his cock in her crotch.  He moaned softly, “I love it when you touch me with your hands.”  She was a bit surprised, but ran her hands down from his shoulder and across his chest.  He moaned and she could feel his hips move under her pussy.  Ellen undid one of the buttons of his shirt and moved her hand inside.  He seemed to love this as she touched his skin and rolled her fingers over his nipples.  She rolled her hips while she did this.

She could sense that her torso was getting a little heavy on his cock, so Ellen moved her feet to the floor. She pressed her breasts against his chest and slid down his body as she lowered her knees to the rugged floor.  When her knees almost reached the floor her breasts lay in his lap.  She pressed her tits against his bulging member as she went the last foot to the floor.  Her hands were on his knee and she moved them up along his thighs, slowly toward his mounded lap.  She looked into his eyes from her position on the ground between his legs.  He was looking down at her, almost in a dream state, but with a sense of anticipation.  Closer she inched toward his member.  Knowing there was still time before the song ended, she ran her thumbs up against the edges of his stiffened cock.  Up along its edges she went.  Then Ellen positioned both hands right on top of his member as she slid them down its length slowly.  She watched him as he groaned and smiled.  His legs squeezed her sides.  Her hands kept moving down his thighs and away from his most sensitive area.  She watched his reaction to see if he would be frustrated, anxious or pissed off but he looked pleasantly teased as he stretched like a cat waking up and had the Cheshire grin to match.

She ran her hands up again along the tops of his thighs across his abdomen to his hips.  Coming back down however, her hands again met in the middle and slowly traced the hardness of his member. His face was a reflection of his excruciating pleasure.  He seemed to be enjoying the tease and was not in a hurry to cum.  It occurred to Ellen how she could drain this man of every dollar he had by keeping him in this state.  Rich most certainly wasn’t ready to quit.  She stood up straddled one of his knees, put her hands against the wall and, put her knee into his crotch.  She moved it slowly in long strokes. She felt in complete control as the music stopped.  Along with her excitement she loved the feeling of power that she had over this man.

Ellen asked him how he was doing and if he was ready to quit.  “I’d like to keep going,” he said.  “But, I’m losing track of how many songs, so let me pay you now for what we have done.”  He reached into his pocket and took out $100.  As she took it from him, she wondered what she would do for change because she had left her money with Adam.  Then Rich handed her another $20 and told her to keep the change as a tip.  Wow she thought.  He will be spending a lot of money on me.  As the next song started, Ellen knew she wanted to please this man completely. 

She leaned forward and put her breasts in front of his face.  Rich seemed like a very disciplined student and didn’t move. He allowed her to dance with her breasts coming within a few inches of his face.  Simultaneously her knee was in his crotch.  Light came into the room as the curtain was opened again, but this time Ellen didn’t respond to it or turn around.  She waited a minute for the potential swaying to die down. She deliberately placed her breast against Rich’s face.  Yes, she thought, it was a violation of the rules, but she was pretty sure she wouldn’t get caught.  He was startled at first, but soon realized that she was deliberately offering her tit to him.  He eagerly sucked on it; sucking then releasing her nipple from the grasp of his mouth then licking and sucking again.  “Nice,” she thought as her nipple got very hard and long.

She let him suck one then the other breast.  While he was doing this, she undid a few more buttons on his shirt. She reached inside touching his bare flesh with her fingertips and palms.  He loved her touch and, with more buttons undone she could get both hands in and around most of his upper torso.  She removed her breasts from his face and leaned her head against his.  She kissed him on the side of his face and the side of his neck.  She whispered in his ear, “You can touch me if you want, as long as we don’t get caught.”   Her hands had moved to his shoulders and now she moved them down along the sides of his arms encouraging him to wrap them around her.  She felt his hands touch her thighs just below her ass.  His cool hands felt good and sent a tingle through her body.

She lowered herself, kissing his open chest. Rather than go to the floor as she had done before, she only bent over.  Then, she straightened up and turned around, placing her ass in his lap. In his lap was an overturned hull of a boat and, she had a perfect crease for it to rock back and forth in.  She loved the feeling of his hardness running along her ass. His hands were on her hips and, after a few minutes he began to take more control of the rocking rhythm.  She let him dictate the pace by rocking her hips while she kept her balance by pressing her hands against each side of the booth.

She bent forward to make more contact with her only slightly covered slit.  She could do this for hours she thought. Could he?  It worried her that he might be getting too close to orgasm, so she stopped the contact and turned around to face him.  He was a mess.  His shirt was open, his hair was mussed and he looked like he was beginning to get a little desperate for an orgasm.  She was concerned about the song ending, so she straddled him. She sat on his lap but didn’t move. Ellen could feel that her pussy was wet and her lips were swollen.  She gently began straightening Rich’s hair and, without redoing any of the buttons, closed his shirt.  He was breathing hard and began to catch his breath.  He showed no signs of anger or irritability, which surprised her. He’s probably had a hard on now for the past 3 hours and a raging one for 40 minutes, she thought.  The song ended.

“Had enough?” she asked, then added “I don’t want to break anything.”  “Not quite,” he replied, his voice cracking a bit.  He was an interesting man she thought.  Shy, quiet, disciplined and rich.  All the qualities that one looks for in a man.  The next song started and Rich had enough sense to remove his hands from her legs and put his hands back down on the bench.  Ellen knew this would probably be the last song.  Adam would be worrying.  She began to rub her bottom along his lap again.  Looking up toward the ceiling she was actually more conscious of how it felt to her than to him.  From this angle, she could feel his member along her entire slit right up to clit.  She had to tilt her hips as she rocked to get the full force across her clit.  Her pussy was dripping moisture.

While she was rocking she felt the curtain swish and felt the flash of light.  Just in time she thought as she pressed forward and leaned into Rich in order to get the full force of him against her clit.  The angle was such that her breasts were just below his chin, their heads resting against one another like two lovers.  Her soft hot breath loudly blowing across his ear and down into the nape of his neck.  “You know, much more of this and I might just cum,” she whispered to him.  “Please do,” he responded and, then added, “Do you want me to finger you?”  “Oh, please. Yes.”  She repositioned herself.  With both of her knees on the bench, one between his legs one hand on the wall, her legs were open allowing him to easily reach her pussy with one hand.  She could easily reach her hand across his lap and over his member, too and she did just that.

She was now straight forwardly masturbating him although it was through the thickness of his jeans.  In return he was doing the same to her.  Of course, all she had on was her g string.  She could feel Rich’s gentle finger tips rolling softly though her soaked little patch of cloth.  He remained on the outside of the material, but it felt wonderful when he was working around her clitoral area.  She was simultaneously rubbing his mound with her hand and leaning her head forward nuzzling his neck.  She did not want to kiss him on the lips.  A few kisses on his neck and cheek would suffice. Kissing him on the lips seemed too intimate, she thought, aware of the massive irony.

Gawd his fingers felt good.  Ellen was having a hard time concentrating on what she was doing and had to draw a little deeper to keep her focus.  As she became more focused on him – rubbing near the top of his cock with the bottom of her palm in a small circle – she could feel him lose his concentration on her.  But, like she did, he seemed to get it back.  They went back and forth like this from feeling great to ecstatic, from being in control to out of it, for most of the song.  He had explored her ass, grabbing it hard while she sat and rubbed on his wrist.  He ran his thumb along the length of her lips; up and down a number of times even to her brown hole underneath her.  He ran small circles around her clit and scratched the material over it with his fingertip, rubbing it quickly, bringing her to the edge of an orgasm.  She pulled down hard on the material covering his member getting some movement of his foreskin.  She traced a nurturing hand along the entire length.  She pressed her palm on his most sensitive area and rubbed the material in circles over it.  Finally she pulled down his zipper and reached inside leaving just the soft cotton fabric of his shorts between the fingers of her hand and his stiff, hard, fleshy cock. 

Boxers or briefs she wondered just before she heard the song ended. A curse escaped her lips as she repositioned herself to sitting facing him on his lap.  In this position her ass covered the fact that he was now unzipped.  He grasped her legs behind her knees, which were both resting on the bench, and pulled her close rather tightly.  Pulling at her was a way for him to release a little tension.  They were both on the verge of an orgasm and as the new song started they had to wait for the checker.  Ellen began rocking on his hips and rubbing her crotch and his member together.  Doing this was keeping her excitement high as well as his.  Where was the damn checker, she thought?  She had to calm down and await his intrusion, but she wanted to just keep going.  She bounced on Rich in a futile attempt to calm herself. 

Suddenly the curtain moved and the usual flash of light seemed to hesitate for a while.  She completely stopped moving for a second and the light disappeared.  Oh thank god.  She looked down at Rich.  She smiled and he had a serious puppy dog look on his face.  She lifted off, slid over and returned to the position she had before the music stopped. Her breasts wound up in a different spot right near his mouth.  He started simultaneously to suck on her tit and rub her g string again while she reached inside his pants and found his waiting cock.  It didn’t take long for him to start bucking his hips and, Ellen slowed it down just a bit.  She wanted a minute to concentrate on her own orgasm before she let him squirt.  She paused her thinking and felt him sucking and rubbing.  He sensed her need and began to focus exclusively on her clit.  Yes that’s it, she thought, that’s it.  YES! She had an explosive release.  She bucked and she could feel the juices let go beneath her and her legs wobbled a slight bit.  It was still throbbing away like waves at a beach when she returned to concentrate on rubbing him.  It took a few long slow strokes to get his hips moving and then she sped up her motion, rubbing quickly over the cotton material.  Her legs were clasped around his thigh and her pussy gave her one more pulse just as he arched and began to shoot his load into his pants.  She continued to rub him, slowing down and pulling harder to coincide with his hip thrusts.  Even when it appeared he had finished ejaculating she continued to caress his cock and even reached below to lift his balls.

There was plenty of time left in this song for them to clean up and for Ellen to get dressed.  Rich gave her another $100 bill. Ellen wished it was smaller bills because she was a little afraid of what Adam might think happened when she showed him how much she got paid for her “dancing.”  She kissed Rich on the cheek and they left the private booth.  He headed for the door worried whether his pants looked wet. She found her way back to Adam’s table alone.