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Authors: Kendall Swan

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She got up and walked barefoot through the
cold, soft grass to reach his point at the fence. He reached out
his hand for a handshake. Paige giggled in response.

 

“What?” he asked.

 

“It’s just that, it seems awful formal to be
shaking hands after what I allowed you to witness. And we are both
standing here naked.”

 

“Awww. The act and the nudity. These are
uncomfortable to you. I’m very comfortable in my skin and love the
feel of the outside air on it on a night like tonight.” Paige
noticed that the air did feel pleasant as a light breeze glided
across her skin. But then again, her entire body was twinkling with
pleasure.

 

“And watching a beautiful woman pleasure
herself must be every man’s fantasy. Thank you, by the way. But you
must know, sex, like your body itself, is a natural act that one
needs to physically experience for health as well as
happiness.”

 

“That’s for sure,” Paige blurted out. They both
chuckled at her interruption and Paige noticed Brian’s cock bob
slightly as he laughed. She felt at ease with him. His being so at
ease rubbed off on her somehow and she found herself reaching
through a hole in the chain link fence to touch the silky skin of
his hard member.

 

He stepped closer so her fingers could reach.
She caressed him and was admiring his length and girth when she
felt his hand bring her face to his. He had reached over the fence
and pulled her in for a kiss. His hot lips touched hers at the same
time the cold wires of the fence pushed against her
breasts.

 

His tongue reached inside her mouth with
authority. He kept one hand behind her neck and with the other
interlaced his fingers with hers on his cock. He slowly moved her
fingers up and down his cock next to the fence.

 

Paige pulled away from the kiss to watch him
masturbate. She liked that he was performing this intimate act just
as she had. Her clit began to buzz again. Her awareness was sucked
to her pussy as it cried for more attention. She hadn’t been with a
man in so long and her sheath needed to be filled.

She looked into his eyes.

 

As if he could read her mind he said, “Bend
over for me.”

 

She did, sticking her ass in the air, her hands
on her knees for support.

 

“Scoot back.”

 

She complied. The cold metal touched the hot
skin of her ass this time. She felt a finger slide in her pussy and
she moaned. Attention, sexual attention was what she had been
craving all these weeks. But working long hours and knowing nobody
kept it at bay.

 

He rubbed his finger around inside her and then
slid it out and gently rubbed her clit. This drove her wild—to the
point where she didn’t want to wait any more. She wanted him to
enter her. Paige turned her head to look at Brian from the corner
of her eye.

 

“Fuck me,” she pleaded.

 

He pulled his finger away and readied his
cock.

 

“Bend down a bit.”

 

She did.

 

The she felt his huge cock began its descent
into her canal. He had to move slowly because she was so tight from
not having had sex for so long. Every sensation--the further he
went, was fulfilling her in ways she had forgotten. He kept going
and going. Since he couldn’t grab her hips she had to push as hard
as she could against the metal chain link fence. The metal rubbed
her skin giving Paige that pique of pain to compliment the pleasure
she felt inside. It almost felt like being spanked. She hadn’t felt
that in long time, either.

 

He began pulling out again and pushed back in,
faster this time. Being filled up was ecstasy. She had been using a
vibrator for so long, she forgot how good the real thing
felt.

 

Her back was still arched as he continued
moving in and out of her. She was having to adjust her weight and
stay in rhythm with him since they had the fence between them. He
was the leader, though. She was following him. She wasn’t able to
do much more than experience the total sensation of his cock inside
her. She was missing the breeze caressing her skin, the bright
stars above, and the feel of the grass below her feet. All her
mind, body, and soul were focused on now were his cock inside her
and the smaller painful reminders of the metal between
them.

 

His pace quickened even more and she could feel
from her muscles inside that he was growing and probably close to
coming. She licked one finger and slid it between her legs into her
folds and began massaging her clit. It only took ten seconds before
she was coming again. Her pussy muscles contracted all around his
hard cock as he shook in and out of her. Her orgasm distracted her
and she fell out of rhythm. She found her way back in sync with
Brian and rocked back against the fence harder for him. The skin on
her ass turned more and more red and crisscross marks
appeared.

 

“That’s it. Right there.”

 

Brian’s hands were holding tightly to the top
of the fence as his torso moved back and forth
violently.

 

“Aaaagh,” he yelled as he pulled out and
finished with his hand, his seed spilling all over his lawn. Paige
stood up and turned around to watch. His hand pumped his large cock
until nothing else came out from its tip. His whole body shuddered
and he opened his eyes.

 

“I’ve experienced a lot of things in my life
but that was a first. Are you ok? You’re not too torn up are you?”
he asked.

 

Paige smiled. Her legs were tingling and her
quad muscles trembled making it hard stand.

 

“That was exactly what I needed. It’s been so
long.”

 

“Ah ha. I thought you seemed…hungry,” he said
with a wink.

 

He went on, “Well Paige, welcome to the
neighborhood. I would love to give a tour of my home. Would you
like to come in?”

 

“Thank you, Brian, but it’s late. Maybe
tomorrow night?”

 

“I’ll be here.”

 

With that they both walked towards their
respective houses. Paige moved more slowly than Brian. She picked
up her clothes and wine glass and went inside to her bedroom. She
fell face down into her bed, and pulled the covers over her body.
She set her alarm clock for the next morning and laid her head down
on her pillow. As she drifted to sleep, she thought about how nice
it was to be a homeowner.

 

 

 

NAKED Restaurant Critic

 

She slid the small bite of veal around her
square plate to sop up the orgasmic sauce. Gastrogasm. That’s what
it was. The savory sauce with the tender meat, both perfectly
seasoned and cooked to perfection and about to slide into Aniston’s
mouth onto her tongue—this was what she lived for. She had the best
job on the planet. She got to taste exquisite food for a
living.

 

Many publications actually paid for her witty
declarations about a chef’s ability or lack thereof. Often times it
seemed odd to her that this was the case. Doesn’t everyone enjoy a
delicious meal, after all? But apparently her tongue was like no
other. She had been able to name the individual ingredients of a
dish or sauce since she was a child. And now she was getting paid
for her talent.

 

“There are worse ways to make a living with
your body,” her mother used to say. Her mother was proud and
disappointed of Aniston at the same time. She had always wanted her
daughter to go to culinary school but Aniston didn’t want the
lifestyle of a chef. Eighty hour work weeks, no time to partake in
the sensual joys of life. That was not Aniston’s style.

 

“I take it you like the veal,” Archer said. He
had an amused look on his face as he stood over Aniston. His crisp
navy blue monogrammed chef’s jacket did not cover his large pecs
very well. And his light scruff and mussed dirty blonde hair
exposed his disdain for details in life he deemed unimportant. He
looked like a wild animal of some kind trying to be contained for
viewing in the civilized world.

 

“I can get you another plate if you like.
There’s really no need for you to lick that one, although that is
something I would I pay to see.” All chefs at this level had
gigantic egos. They had reason to. But Archer Cummings had shot to
the stratosphere of the culinary world like a heat seeking missile
locked onto its target. He was the newest force to be reckoned with
in the New York restaurant scene and he knew it. Or he wouldn’t be
teasing Aniston the way he was.

 

“Mr. Cummings, the dish was…delicious,” she
said. Archer snorted and the general manager who had been hovering
around Aniston all evening gave out a loud sigh of
relief.

 

“It almost makes up for the disastrous
appetizer. You should have put the word ‘lemon’ in capital letters
in the description because that’s all I could taste.” Aniston
paused after she had thrown out her barb. She had wanted to prick
him but not stab.

 

Normally, she would have no problem stabbing a
chef’s ego, especially one the size of Archer’s, but she couldn’t
deny the heat she felt when he was around. He was younger and in
much better shape than most chefs. And his passion for culinary
excellence was intoxicating. It was like he lusted after the same
things in this world that she did.

 

Archer gave her an angry look that said ‘how
dare you.’ Obviously, he was not used to being put in his place.
Aniston stood her ground with her eyes, sitting passively while
staring at him with intensity. The energy between them, filled with
anger as it was, was palpable. She waited for a response from him
that never came. Instead, he turned on his heels and stormed back
to the kitchen.

 

Aniston felt a little bad for bruising him that
much but she supposed it was good. This way, nobody would be able
to see her obvious attraction to him. She didn’t want her readers
to think she’d gone soft.

 

She waited for the dessert course and was
disappointed when it came. It was a crème brulee that was obviously
hours old if not days. “He’s pouting,” she thought. She couldn’t
believe his nerve. Did he not understand the stakes? Was he that
naïve? He clearly did not understand the power she had over him. Or
the power he has over me. But he could never know that.

 

Disgusted with his immature behavior, Aniston
got up from her table to leave. The general manager darted over
with an apologetic look on his face.

 

“Ms. Monroe, please do not leave. He’s
temperamental. You know chefs, how they can be. Please, sit. I will
take care of this,” he implored.

 

“No, no. It’s quite alright. The service has
been amazing. Thank you. But I must be going.” She grabbed her
purse and quickly spun around to leave before the GM could argue
with her anymore. It was late. She was annoyed and just wanted to
get home, write up the review, and relax in bed—maybe with her
vibrator. She could hear raised voices in the back as the hostess
held the door open for her to exit.

 

The air was crisp and cool but not cold. She
liked the feel of it on her skin. It was helping to cool down her
heated state. Between her anger and attraction, she’d been feeling
uncomfortably warm in there.

 

The restaurant and Aniston’s apartment were
both in the Lower East Side. She had only to walk a few blocks
before she was home. She went inside poured herself a glass of
cabernet and decided to take a shower while mulling over the
review. Peeling her clothes off felt as if she were peeling away
her stresses. Her naked body gleamed under the track lighting in
the bathroom of her modernized apartment. Her nipples were
naturally quite red and became erect as she rubbed her hands over
her breasts.

 

She thought about Archer and desire rose up
inside. She was angry at him for putting her in this position. She
liked him and didn’t want to hurt his career the way she would have
to now. It was a shame, really. All of that talent in the kitchen
and yet, the boy can’t even behave.

 

Aniston stepped in her steaming shower and
began her usual washing routine. She felt her soapy hands glide
over her skin and imagined they were his. She imagined she could
feel the hard muscles of his body against her softness. She was in
great shape thanks to working out but she did love food, also. So
there was an extra five pounds that she didn’t think she would ever
get rid of. She wasn’t that worried, though. She still looked
great. And she swore three of the five pounds had gone straight to
her breasts.

 

She reached down to clean between her folds.
The hot and sticky slickness from her pussy contrasted with the hot
wetness of the water raining down all around her. Thoughts of
Archer’s cock exploring her wet pussy lips before finally filling
her up took over Aniston’s mind. She rubbed her clit with one hand
and fingered herself with the other. She had wanted to wait until
she was in bed to do this but her body had other plans.

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