Ecstasy (15 page)

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The
day proved a little boring to Carl, even though he had so much work to do. He
was bored with doing the work rather than the work itself. He questioned what
else he could do to get away from the boredom. The phone saved him the trouble.

"Carl,
this is Jennifer. Are you busy?"

"A
little bit. What's going on?" he lied skillfully.

"I
wonder if I may come up to your office for a few minutes."

"Hmm.
Yeah, why not? Come on."

Jennifer
was in his office in less than five minutes. She strolled in on medium heels
with a knee-long blue tight dress and a loose-collar white shirt. It was a
Friday and a casual day. Carl thought she looked ravishing. He was glad he left
a five o'clock shadow to adorn his face. 'For some reason she likes that,' he
noted to himself. Jennifer sat in front of him and crossed her legs innocently.
Her strawberry blonde hair was dripping on her shoulders.

"Hi,
Carl. How is your day?"

"A
little busy, but I'll manage. What's on your mind?"

"The
sex theme park."

"Ah!
That
! What about that?"

"It
seems it will catch, if we project it the right way."

"You
want to mediatize some sort of social activism?"

"Not
really. I think it will do a world of good, though."

Carl
braced for her thoughts and leaned back against the chair with his hands on the
back of his head.

"Oh?
And how do you think you'd attract people?" His question surprised her a
little. 'The same way you're attracted to my ass, Carl!' she commented to
herself.

"People
don't need to be attracted to sex. It's all natural."

"But
a sex theme park is not."

"It's
not natural because we refuse to admit it exists. Yet. And that's the
point."

"The
point seems to be somewhere else. To make sex more public than it is right
now."

"That
would be a side-effect, Carl."

"It
would be the goal of theme parks, wouldn't it?"

"It
would be one of the attraction points in these parks."

"That
would involve the support of many groups."

"Sure
and I have one in mind to start off with."

"Oh?
Which?"

"The
porn industry."

"
The
porn industry
?" he asked incredulously.

"Right.
They would love the idea."

"What
makes you think they'd be attracted to taking sex from the bedroom to a public
park?"

"Well,
again, if the park pushed only sex, then that would not be enough."

"But
what else would it 'push'?"

"It
would have to benefit people in other ways."

"Such
as?"

"First,
taxes. The government would love to tax it, so long as the costs will be lower
than the proceeds."

"You
mean social costs, right?"

"That
would be one of them."

"Ok.
Be a little more transparent, please."

"For
example, legalizing marijuana has certainly cut down on the number of drug
arrests in
Los Angeles
. Sex theme parks would cut down on
prostitution. Both of these things cost a lot until now. You know, jails,
prisons, medical care for inmates, etc."

"Let's
say they'll go along with it. Why would the porn industry support the
idea?"

"A
couple of good reasons. They'd project their 'product' onto a more open market.
And second, some of the proceeds would go to medical research against
STDs."

Carl
thought about her words a little.

"I
certainly don't want to play devil's advocate. But it seems the porn industry
would want to protect its 'product' as you call it. Why would anybody buy their
product if they can just go see it live in a park?"

"Does
everybody go to the Super Bowl?"

"Heh?"

"Not
everybody who likes football or basketball goes to the games. They'd rather
watch it from home. There are different reasons for that."

"I
get that. The comfort of home, the privacy of their living room and some such.
But that takes cultural experience. Cultural history. Sex theme parks are not
part of our culture."

"That's
because we've hid our cultural head in the sands of hypocrisy so far."

"What
do you mean?" he asked intrigued.

"I
mean that people chose to hide themselves and others from the sex aspect. I
mean that sex has been limited to our bedroom so far. Only recently has it
become more accepted in other conjectures, in other circumstances."

"Circumstances
like what?"

"Let's
take the porn industry. There was no way they'd have shot a scene that depicted
sex in a parking lot sixty years ago. Now, that's trivial. That's because
people have come to accept sex in prohibited conjectures. And in fact they've
asked for it. Prohibition stimulates desire, remember?"

"I
do."

"We've
been 'hiding' in this sense for too many generations, Carl. Some people call
sexuality the root of all evils and all that jazz. But the reality is that sex
is only a natural thing. Nowhere does it say that it has to be confined to the
bedroom or between the four walls of a house."

"And
you think people would come to accept a sex park, a park where they can go see
other people fuck?"

"Or
even fuck themselves! Yes. Because people are naturally curious about
things."

"You
think they're that curious about sex as well?"

"It's
a bit different with sex. Most people think they know what sex is. It can be so
much more."

"Perhaps."

"'
Perhaps
'?
Think about it!"

"I
am, but perhaps not along the same lines you do."

"Ok.
Let's be frank and open."

"Ok,
let's do it," he agreed. Carl sensed a new path that might stir his
interest.

"You
like me?"

"I
don't dislike you."

"That's
not what I mean. You know exactly what I mean."

"In
what sense?"

"Would
you like to fuck me? Do you not dream about tapping my ass once or twice?"

Carl
frowned, mostly because he knew he had to defend some sort of a face, be it
professional or otherwise. In fact, he didn't even care about the professional
side. But he wasn't about to admit it to her outright. Jennifer saved the day
for him.

"Let's
assume you do. Many people feel the same way."

"That's
a bit arrogant of you, don't you think?"

"Why?"

"It's
arrogant because you think you're
that
good-looking, or sexy."

"I
am talking about other girls and guys, not just me and you. And that's true.
So, many guys look at girls who are drop-dead gorgeous to them. But they won't
say a damn thing to them. Not outright, anyway."

"That's
because guys have been taught to act that way. Coming out and telling a woman
that you want to bang her is a little uncouth, you know."

"And
to some degree it is. At least in the beginning of a relationship.
Nevertheless, there are other ways to tell a woman that you want her in bed and
between her legs. But that's not my point."

"Oh?"

"What
I mean is that yes, guys and girls both look at each other with lust mainly
because they want each other's bodies. But there is another thing at play
here."

"What
would that be?"

"There
is always some mystery about a person's sexuality - until we get to know it.
There is always that curiosity about a girl that guys have."

"Isn't
it a mutual feeling?"

"It
is. Girls, too, wonder how a guy would do in bed. There is a difference between
looks and 'performance', so to say. That's the other side of sex."

"I
agree with that part. There are many sides to sex. Curiosity about a potential
partner's performance abilities is just one of them. They are all interlocked,
though."

"That's
partially right."

"And
you believe a sex park would answer questions like these?"

"I
believe sex parks would begin to answer them."

Carl
looked at his watch. It was lunch time and he was hungry.

"Would
you like to grab lunch?"

She
glanced at him in passing and tried to hide her true feelings of lust. 'I'd
like to grab your meat for lunch, man,' she said wishfully to herself.

"Sure.
I am a little hungry in fact," she answered willingly.

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Lisa
was secured in her own being. Women's vulnerabilities, she thought, were
self-induced. Women can protect themselves just like men do. And they have so
many tools at their disposal. They can't deny the undeniable. They can accept
the unthinkable and think the unacceptable. They should be in charge of their
thoughts. Only then can they be masters of their lives. And only then can they
master men.

'Ah,
yes. It really is an art to master a man,' she reflected. 'I don't understand
why more women don't master this art. Men are
that
easy, in fact.'

The
door belt broke her thoughts and she walked to open it.

"Oh,
hi, Craig! How are you? It's good to see you!"

"Hi,
Lisa. I thought you might like this," he said as he handed her a bouquet
of hyacinths.

"Oh,
my gosh! Craaaig! They are lovely! Yes, I do like them! How nice of you! Oh,
please, come in!"

Craig
made his way in. Lisa could tell he wasn't too comfortable. 'That's ok. I'll
make you feel more than comfortable pretty soon,' she noted to herself. She
looked like a hungry lioness and he looked like her prey.

"Please
have a sit. Would you like a drink? I believe it's too late for coffee for
you."

"Yes,
a little too late for that. I may take a drink in a little while," he
accepted gracefully. He gathered his thoughts and put himself together.

"So,
I understand you need some help with some engineering files. Right?"

"Right.
They might as well be written in Chinese. Or Greek. I don't read either."

"Well,
let's see what we can do," he asked.

The
coffee table in front of her table proved a little too short for him, but he
didn't say anything. He just hoped this wouldn't take too long. She opened the
laptop and went to one of the files. The excel sheet opened and she looked for
the data.

"Ok,
this is one of the things I don't understand," she pointed out the data
and he started reading. Lisa pushed her long dark hair straight over her left
shoulder and looked at him. Her eyes were eating him alive and he felt them
burning through him. If looks could fuck he'd have been hers. He sensed her
body close to her and tried in vain to avoid the chemistry. Smoothly, he made a
weak attempt to change the course of events.

"So,
what interests you in this so much?"

Lisa's
shoulders moved back a little and was about to explain it to him, when the
laptop screen went dark.

"What
happened?" she asked seemingly innocent. Craig looked at the laptop side.

"It
must be out of power. No problem. If you give me the charger we should be back
up and running quick."

She
got up and went to her briefcase. To his disenchantment, the search turned up
empty handed.

"I
must have left it at the office. Darn it!" She complained loudly and tried
to seem as convincing as she could. For a second, he felt like a fool for
falling in her trap like this.

"Is
that the only computer you have in the house?" He tried one last desperate
attempt to save the moment.

"Unfortunately,
yes. I am sooo sorry, Craig! I didn't realize I left that thing at the
office!"

"Well,
I am sorry I can't help you, though. It happens. Let's plan it for
tomorrow," he tried to make her feel better. Yet in his mind he couldn't
help gloating at the mishap. 'Good! Perhaps I can leave in a few minutes.'

It
wasn't that Craig didn't like Lisa. He actually enjoyed her presence and he
certainly found her curves round enough to arouse the animal in him. With her
thin dress and barefooted in her living room, Lisa was even more of a sex
fiend. It was like her body was just asking for a good cocking and he fought
hard to suppress his testosterone impulses. Yet the whole thing didn't settle
right with him. Monica was right there in his mind. He couldn't break with that
image, despite their earlier conversation. He felt torn between his love for
Monica and lust for both women. A part of him screamed out to walk away.
Another part told him to stay. Yet another part of him demanded him to take her
body and have at it. Too many voices.

The
easiest way to deal with this entire thing was to walk away, as fast as he
could. To his chagrin, that proved a lot more difficult than he thought.

"Well,
actually Craig, we have a courier at the office and he can probably make a run
here, if you can give it a little while. Perhaps an hour?"

He
looked at her and seemed thoughtful.

"Pleease?
Pretty please? I really need this done today!" She said as her eyes took
on an uncharacteristic innocence and burned through him like two lovely lasers.

"Oh,
ok. I'll wait," he conceded shortly.

"Great,"
she perked with joy, picked up the phone to call the courier and walked in the
kitchen. A few short minutes later she was off the phone and right back next to
him on the couch.

"Here,
I know you like Jack on the rocks," she tempted him.

The
sip tasted good to him, but he wasn't sure how good it would be
for
him.
Lisa shifted her body a little closer to him. There could be no doubt in his
mind; she wanted something. Something aside from understanding the engineering
documents.

"You
know, Lisa, I might not be much good to you after couple of these
shots..."

"Oh,
but don't worry! We'll have another shot at this engineering work later."
she interrupted him, looking straight into his eyes while holding a drink in
her left hand. Her blue eyes were like a sea of intrigue and mesmerized him.
Her fragrance screamed at him. He looked away intimidated and tried to take
another sip. His hand was a little too shaky and few drops made their way on
his chin.

"Oh,
let me help you with it," she said as she leaned over to his face and
leaked the drops slowly. His body tensed up for a second and he tried in vain
to recover.

"Lisa,
you know Monica and I are..."

"She
won't mind me helping you," she interrupted him again, this time more
assertively. She put her drink on the coffee table and she took his head in her
palms. Her lips began to feel his lower neck, reached between the buttons of
his shirt and began untying them one by one.

"And
you
do need
help, Craig. You do."

Her
hands worked their way around his shirt and felt his manly torso. With a smooth
move, her left hand reached his belt while her lips were firmly placed against
his face. His body approved of her hands and in fact it wanted more. It wanted
a lot more. He turned to her and grabbed her torso.

"Ok,
you asked for this," he said as he kissed her.

"Yes
I did and
do
ask for it," she assured him.

His
arms wrapped around her back and then made their way to her breasts. Lisa felt
their passion like a jolt through her body and let out a moan. With a swift
move he took off her dress and reached for her right thigh. She spread her legs
a little to invite his hand get deeper. Craig took the clue and his middle
finger rested on her clitoris for a few moments.

"
Don't
stop like that, Craig! Keep going," she whispered in his face.

His
finger traveled the ream of her pussy in a tight circle and pressed against
that every so often. Lisa began to moan louder and her pelvic bone gyrated
invitingly. His patience wore out. With a manly move he undressed her and
pulled her panties off. Soon her bra was off, too and so were his jeans.

"I
can't take it anymore. I
gotta
take you," he confessed. His arms
picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his hips. His cock slipped inside
her as he stood up and her head leaned against his left shoulder. Her arms
embraced his shoulders and she kissed his neck. Her pussy was overwhelmed with
need and he could feel her juices go down his thighs.

"
Oh,
yeah! That's it, Craig! Go deep! Deeper
!" She almost begged of him and
sunk her nails in his back. His cock moved in and out of her as his arms
handled her ass while holding on to it. Her body vibrated under the power of
his cock and her groans told him she was on her way to an orgasm. Her breath
was uncontrollable, her head leaned backward and looked at the ceiling and her
scream was his sign of her ecstasy.

Seemingly
exhausted, she leaned her head against his chest and rested there for a moment.
He caressed her back, while she tried to recover her senses. His arms soon grew
tired and leaned over to put her ass on the couch.

"
Oh,
no! We're nowhere near done, Craig!
We're just getting started!" Her
arms hung on to him as in protest of his attempted departure. Her body could
not accept such a short quickie. Locked between her arms, he kissed her lips.

"It's
my turn," he said assuredly. She nodded while looking into his eyes.

"Sit
down on the couch and spread your legs," she ordered him. Clumsily, she
got up and walked to her bathroom and returned quickly with a coconut massage
oil. She knew Craig liked the coconut aroma and had the bottle for a while. She
was glad to see him following her wishes, as Craig was resting on the couch. He
smiled at her and her face responded with an erotic smile. She knew he was
ready.

"Actually,
why don't you come in the bedroom? You'll be more comfortable there. I promise
you," she invited him while feeling his abdomen. His cock was soft, but
she knew he didn't cum. He was simply taking a break.

Craig
got up slowly, she grabbed his cock and lead him to her bedroom. The white
satin sheets welcomed his body as she pushed him on the bed.

"So,
spread your legs," she reminded him. He followed her words. She poured a
little oil on her hands, then some on his abdomen.

"Keep
your hands to yourself," she demanded from him. He was all hers anyway.

The
touch of her hands on his tummy hardened his cock. She nestled his man meat in
her right palm, while her left index worked his head. She enjoyed seeing him moan.
It was something manly about a man's moan that Lisa liked and Craig was one
great specimen.

Her
index slipped all the way down to his base and she pressed against that. His
cock thrummed a little with acceptance. Happy with his response, Lisa grabbed
the base of his cock and squeezed it softly at first. Then, with voluptuous
pleasure, she squeezed it a little more. She looked at his face and grabbed his
balls with her right hand. Sure of herself, she let her left hand move up his
length ever so slightly and slow. The stroke traveled upward just enough to
make-believe a full hand job, but she knew better. Stroking him was not what
she had in mind.

"You
like that?"

"Oh,
gosh, yes!"

"I
am not going to give you a hand job," she spoiled the moment for him. His
breath was heavy and could only manage to mutter.

"Eh,
what do you mean?"

"You'll
see."

"You
are such a little bitch, you know that?"

"Yes,
but a little bitch who's going to give you a jizz day like you've never had
before."

He
sensed her squeezing the base of his cock like a pump. She'd squeeze him ever
so slowly then she'd ease up. She drew pleasure from his groans. She wanted his
cock inside her, but refused her impulses.

His
hips moved up every time she squeezed and back down with every release of her
hand. Sensing his drive, Lisa poured more oil over his balls and let her index
lurk around his anus. Her finger pressed against it softly while squeezing his
cock and soon he felt it make its way into his body. At first, her tip probed
his ass and with ever so tiny moves, she wiggled it around. His body trembled
with shocks of ecstasy and as she sensed his tightness, she slipped the finger
deeper in his ass.

Her
right thumb massaged his balls while fingering his ass and the left hand pumped
his cock. She settled into the motions around his groin and Craig's hips jived
back and forth. Shivers of joy went through his brain and his body responded to
her touches with shakes. His hands squeezed the sheets and with his breath
uncontrolled, he spiked his hips.

"Ooooh,
do not stop, you little witch! Do noot stop!" he screamed at her.

Lisa's
hands sensed his orgasmic delight and pumped his ass while her other hand moved
a little more up his rod. She watched his body writhing and crying in despair
for a completion of the pleasure. His face grimaced at the need of climax and
mercifully she stroke him a few more times until he came.

His
lungs screamed a cumful of joy while gasping for air and his body tensed as his
cock swelled in her hand. She gave it one last squeeze and the relief sent his
body in tremors. His cock unloaded spurts of warm sperm over his chest and she
watched it with delight. As his meat got softer, the joy juice drooped over her
delicate hand. She caressed his cock a little more and with pumpy motions she
tried to squirt out every ounce of the warm jizz.