Anita and MeI have a special love-friend, and that makes me special.
My friend's name is Toby, and she's a long-legged, cool, strong,
openfaced woman who essentially lives for love. I'm not talking about
love of familyor love of country or love of the local hockey expansion
team. I'mtalking about hot, wet, dangerous, _lusty_ love, sexual passion
andmagic between two or more people that blows open the doors of the
souland lets the fresh wind blow through. Some time back, Toby met a
woman named Anita. They had a kind of anaffair, which is to say that
Anita was accepted into Toby's life and became a part of a unique circle
of stylized dominance and submission. The circle centers around Toby,
but she is no spider presiding overa web. Toby is one of the flies in
her own web.I had met Anita socially a few times, thought we hit it off
reasonablywell. Toby gives off magic cosmic intertpersonal rays that
defuseordinary problems like jealousy or personality mismatch, so I
justaccepted Anita as a lover of Toby's and didn't spend much time
thinkingabout her. She was very appealing to me physically, a
medium-heightwoman with a trim, graceful figure, a delicious shy smile,
and a greatdeal of quiet self-assurance. Thus I was surprised when Anita
called me one Friday evening andasked me out for a drink.******Anita
took a sip of her drink and looked at me over the rim of herglass. She
had cool dark grey eyes, a little distant, a little guarded.``Uh, I've
been talking with Toby...'' she trailed off.``Always a risk, but
generally worth it'' I said, unhelpfully.``She really loves you. I mean,
REALLY loves you. I guess you know that.''I bowed my head in assent.
``And I her. That's one of the central factsof my life.''Anita smiled.
It was a shy, very fleeting smile that made me want totouch her lips
with my fingers. In fact, it made me _plan_ to touch herlips with my
fingers. ``I met Toby through Barb, a few months back''Anita continued.
``We--uh--she--''``Toby brought you out. To Watching.''``Yes.'' Anita
blushed slightly and knitted her fingers. ``It wasamazing. Most amazing
single experience I have had in my life.'' Hereyes slipped focus. I
could tell she was replaying the experience in her mind's eye, that she
was looking at me but seeing herself and Tobywrithing and twisting in
violent sexual climax, nipples hard to bursting,mouths spread in the
silent scream, pointed fingers plundering inflamedvulvae.******``I guess
what I'm proposing is a Watcher's meeting of two'' Anitasaid, looking
down.I shrugged. ``Fine with me, but I'm a little curious? If you want
towatch a strange man-- excuse me, a man who is a stranger--masturbate,
then why not rent a couple of JO pornos?''``No, I want the whole deal.
It's not curiosity; I want to know how it feels, the intimacy, the
embarassment, the lack of committment.''***I smiled across the table.
Anita really was a cool one; she lookedas if she could walk through an
oilwell fire and not pick up asmudge. Somewhere inside me a little voice
said, ``That's all right,baby. The coolest, tightest-wrapped ones are
often the ones whogroan the loudest, talk the dirtiest, writhe the most
violently,and come the hardest, when the Magic Moment comes
around.''***I have the body of someone who once did hard physical labor
butlately has shifted to lifting heavy objects with the mind.
Neitherbeautiful nor ugly, I'm comfortable in my skin.***``Now, how does
this work?'' Anita asked.I kept a non-commital face. ``How does it work
with Toby?''``Er, she tells me stuff to do...and she does stuff and
makesme watch--LETS me watch, I guess you would say...'' Anita wasstill
a little confused.``Good! I am going to talk you through it--`tell you
stuff to do''--but you may also suggest things to me. I'm in charge, but
you havethe power of '' I grinned ``suggestion.''***Anita took off her
blouse. She was wearing a sheer bra. She unzippedher skirt and stepped
out of it. From the waist down she wore a half-slip over what I assumed
to be pantihose. She smiled nervously atme and reached behind her to
unhook her bra. ``There's not a whole lot to look at,'' she
murmured.``If Toby were here she'd rag you to death for a remark like
that''I chided. ``Hold on just a second. I want to spend a little
timeadmiring your breasts through that nice, sheer bra. Just drop
yourhands to your side and stand there, please.''Anita did what I asked.
Her small breasts rode gracefully in thelacy fabric cups, and I could
make out the dark rings of her nipples as well as the rising dents of
the tips of those nipples. ``Isn'tit romantic?'' I said softly. ``Your
nipples are ahead of your mind, already. They look so sweet, poking at
the fabric.''Anita flushed fetchingly, from her shoulders up into her
hairline. Delicious! I went on, ``Did Toby make you play with your
nipples?''Anita blushed a deeper shade, then grinned. ``Did she? I came
so hardI fell off the couch! And without even touching my...you know.''
``Your youknow? Yeah, I know, do you know? We'll get back to that.Now
you may remove the bra.'' I had now taken charge, without beingobvious
about it. Get your partner to do the first thing you ask, and it's all
escalation from there on.Anita unclasped the sheer bra and let the
straps fall from hershoulders, then stood straight as the wispy lace
fell to the floor.Her breasts were smallish and sweetly rounded, with
small, mediumbrown nipples that now were as hard and pointed as
fingertips. Shestood straight and still as I studied her breasts, her
hands at hersides and her eyes fixed on my face.``Caress your breasts''
I commanded. ``Very softly, very lightly. Cupthem in your hands, stroke
the nipples, trail your fingertips upand down...''Anita obeyed. Her
slender fingers roamed over her breasts as if theybelonged to another
person. She tilted her head back and closed hereyes as she rubbed and
tweaked her hardening nipples. The scene wassuch a seductive closed
circuit that I could almost feel phantom handson my phantom breasts as I
watched her play.``Squeeze them now'' I said, my voice half choked with
lust. ``Squeezethem and pull on them. Imagine Toby ordering you to do
it.'' Anitaplaced a hand under each breast and reached the thumb and
forefingerup to capture each tender bud, a wildly graceful and erotic
gesture. She bit her lip and began to breathe faster as she pinched,
squeezed,and tugged on the delicate points.``Open your eyes, Anita'' I
said. ``Look at yourself in the mirror.Watch your slut self as you
torture your tits like the hot jilloffbitch that you are!'' She turned
to the mirror wall and gazed at her upper body through eyes that were
slitted with horniness. She took afreh grip on each nipple and pulled
them out and away from her bodyto an almost alarming extent, the weight
of each small but solidbreast hanging from the extended tip. ***``Now
what?'' Anita breathed. She clasped her hands in front ofher groin,
which winsomely squeezed her red-nippled breasts together.``Now ask me
for permission'' I said sternly.\``Pardon?'' She looked
confused.``Please, may I touch my pussy?'' I quoted. Ka-Blush! Anita
turned redfrom forehead to chest. ``Pl-please may I touch my pussy?''
Anita whispered.``You may.''Anita spread her legs slightly so that she
was standing in a relaxedposition. She cupped her brown-furred mons with
both hands and beganto lightly stroke. I felt the familiar Watcher rush
as my eyes recordedthe opening moments of the world's most intimate and
private sexual act.***Sauce for the gander time. Anita stood naked on
the grey carpet, nearthe wall. ``Time for you to do the strip'' she
ordered. ``Yes, ma'am'' I said cheerfully. I got out of my boots and
socks,pulled my jersey over my head, and slipped my pants to the
floorand stepped out of them. I was glad I was wearing relatively
newbriefs and a favorite black T shirt. I began to take off the T
shirt.``Minute'' Anita said, in a command voice. ``I'd like a little
while to...admire... you in that T shirt.'' I let go of the hem and
droppedmy hands to my sides. ``How about your _nipples_?'' Anita asked,
flushingdeliciously at her own daring. ``Can you make them hard so I can
seethem through the T shirt?''``Yeah, but nothing much,'' I said. I
fingered and tweaked my nipples,twisting and pulling them through the
thin cotton fabric until the central portions stood out in definite
bumps.``That looks good!'' Anita laughed. ``This is _fun_!'' She
reachedup and again attacked her own pretty nipples. I could feel myself
growinghotter by the second. I looked down. My penis was a tent pole in
mybriefs. A droplet stain of pre-cum revealed that parts of me had
beenready for quite some time.``Now you can take off the T shirt'' Anita
said. I shucked it offover my head and let it drop to the floor. ``Now
play with your nipples some more. Let me see how far you can stretch
them out.''Well, without clips or some other appliances, an additional
half-inch or so was all I could manage, but it looked good to her,and it
_felt_ good to me! I stood there in the quiet, almost emptyroom,
torturing my nipples at the behest of a hot, nude woman. Itdoesn't get a
whole lot better than that. Anita released her nipples and said, ``Okay,
on with the show!'' Shelooked narrowly at my crotch and added, ``Is that
a stain?''``Yes, ma'am, and it's dedicated all to you.''``You bad boy!
Leaking all over your underwear like that!'' Shegrinned at me slyly.
``Show it to me a little at a time...justthe head, first.''I rolled down
the waistband of my briefs to expose the head ofmy cock. It was gorged,
dark red, gleaming with fluid, and otherwisehale, hearty, and ready for
duty.Anita clapped her hands. ``All right! Most enthusiastic looking!And
look at all that lube...I bet it tastes yummy!''Yummy? ``Actually,
doesn't taste like much of anything,'' I mumbledwithout thinking.``Well,
maybe it does TODAY'' Anita said with an evil grin. ``Give ita
try.''Well, orders is orders. I scooped up a fingertip's worth of
pre-cum andlicked it up. ``About like usual.''***We (much later) ended
up facing each other on the floor like aturned-around two man bobsled
team. Anita sat between my lower legsand threw her slender calves over
my thighs so that she straddledme, our genital junctions no more than a
foot apart.``Oh, I like it when we touch'' Anita murmured. ``It's so
much nicer.''She moved up and down, rubbing her silky legs against my
furry ones. She looked down into my lap. ``God, your cock is so _red_!''
shesaid ingenuously. ``Is that normal?''``What, you never looked at a
cock in a brightly lit room before?''``Um, no, not really. It's always
been either dark or already insideme by this stage.''I grasped my penis
in one hand and gave it a few determined strokes.``Well, it's red
because you have made it extremely hot and hornywith all your shameless
nudity and sex play.''******It seems that every woman has a slightly
different way of making self-love; the body and the spirit must get to
know each other sointimately that after a while the most improbable
actions becomelearned as the _right_ actions. Anita was a fast-and-slow
jilloff. As she got close to her orgasm, she alternated between rubbing
slowlyat and around the entrance to her vagina, and moving up to
vibrateher first two fingers rapidly and directly on her exposed clit.
Onthe vagina strokes, her left hand crept up to seize and twist anipple;
on the clit strokes, her left hand went back down to pin backher minor
lips and hold her clitoris out for access.Suddenly, it seemed almost
without warning to the one who was havingit, an orgasm began to take
hold of Anita and deal violently with her. Her eyes flew wide open and
then squinched shut; her neck musclesclenched; she started breathing in
short, hooting pants; and herclitrubbing hand first blurred with violent
motion and then stoppedmoving altogether.It is at moments like this that
_I_ feel most truly alive. Anita wrappedher legs around me like steel
pincers. Her bottom bounced on the carpet.Her hand splayed all across
her vulva, like a claw. She threw her headback and gritted her teeth and
CAME, violently, enthusiasticly, freely,laughing and sobbing and moaning
and crooning...***``Come on me!'' Anita ordered, pleaded. ``Oh, God,
come on me!'' She was still on the slope of her latest major climax. I
grinnedat the sweet, sweaty woman as she rubbed violently between her
legsand bounced her behind on the carpeted floor. I rode on out tomy
climax, fist pumping cock at a steady rhythm. I had an instantof
snapshot clarity just before I started to come, an acid flashbacktype of
thing, where I could see _every_ detail of Anita's body, ever hair,
every pore, every bead of sweat, every glisten ofpussy lube. Then the
head of my cock got red hot, doubled in size,and fired the first round.
I kept on stroking, shivering with delight.``Yess!'' Anita veritably
shouted. ``Come on me! Come on my pussy!''She spread her vulva wide with
both hands. I aimed as best I could,and another plume of cum bridged the
space between us and splashed among her dark hair and pink engorged
flesh. ``Come on my CLIT!!''Anita cried, changing the shape of her
gaping pussy, framing thelove bud at the top. I stroked again, the sperm
flew across the gapbetween our bodies and splashed in the arch of her
vulva. ``Yess!!''she literally screamed. She spread the pale slippery
stuff on andaround her clitoris and violently massaged the love bud with
twofingers.The last spurts of my ecstacy landed somewhere in the general
area, but Anita neither noticed nor cared. She either re- peakedthe
previous orgasm or achieved another new one, it doesn'tmuch matter. She
howled and made animal faces and stuck her tongueout and rubbed her clit
violently until, with a kind of near-convulsion, she finished coming.
She then fell backwards to the floor, leaving her lower legs wrapped
around my waist.A few seconds passed, marked only by two tones of heavy
breathing.Finally she looked up and grinned at me. ``I kind of lost
track there for a while'' she said, hoarsely. ``Did you make out all
right?''***``So this is `dual self-erotica''', Anita said, lying on her
backand breathing slowly as I rubbed her belly and chest in a
soothing,not particularly erotic way.``Well, it's our version of it,
anyway'' I replied. ``Just like happyfamilies, always the same, always
different...'' I stretched. Anita rolled over on her side and propped
herself up on one elbow. This made her shapely little breasts do
absolutely wonderful things.She looked at me. ``Can I ask you a
question?''``Sure.''``Do you ever fuck women?''I grinned at her. ``Of
course. And men, too.'' I waved my hand ina circle. ``What we did here
tonight was what you said you wantedto do, and it's what I often prefer
to do. But I do lots of otherthings. Hope you do too, for that
matter.''``Would you fuck me?'' ``Not for about 10 or 20 more minutes''
I said, playing dumb.``No, stupid, I mean, would you like to fuck me?''I
sat up and put my arms around her neck. ``Anita, I would like to fuck
you, I would like to suck your pussy, I would like to fuck youin your
tight little ass, in other words, I like you.''``You LIKE me?''``Well, I
can stand you.''She bopped me in the head with a pillow.