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Author’s note: The second part of a collaboration with my friends Eva St. James, who writes here, and Chris McC, who writes here. Thank you both for working on this with me. If you missed the beginning of the story you can catch up with Perceptions.

“Are you Ben?” the blonde haired beauty asked, weaving slightly. “I’m Jill, Megan sent me up. She’ll be back in a minute.”

Ben opened the door and Jill stepped through. She was wearing a diaphanous pink sheath and carried a pair of silver high heels hooked over her fingers.

“We were on our way up, but she was delayed in the games room. Tobias and Jeremy wanted to take her on in a game of poker pool,” Jill said, looking around the small room. Ben fought the fuzz that was still wrapped around his brain as the petite female plopped herself down in the comfy armchair by the window. “She said I should come on up and have a drink, introduce myself.”

Jill asked if he had anything to drink, and Ben obliged with a glass of wine. As his senses began to wake, he became more and more aware of how beautiful she was. Petite, yet perfectly voluptuous, platinum blonde hair cut short, eyes so green they didn’t look real. He was fascinated by her. He was sure Megan had chosen her in contrast to herself. His wife was tall and brunette, with a slim athletic build.

“So, what are you into,” Ben asked, in the way of an ice breaker, but also to get an idea of where the evening’s encounter would go. “Are you looking for a …”

“I like couples,” she cut him short. “I am here because I like both men and women, preferably at the same time. I don’t mean to sound too awfully business-like, crass some would say, but that really is the truth of it. When I am with a woman, just the two of us, I find myself wanting to be fucked by a man. When I am with a man I always wish there was a woman there to touch me, you know, the way only a woman can. So, I take advantage of opportunities like this where I can enjoy both.”

Ben’s mind went immediately to an image of Jill atop Megan on the bed in a 69 position, him crawling up between Jill’s legs to fuck her from behind while her face was in his wife’s pussy. A personal favorite of his, right up there with Gentleman Jack whiskey and cashmere scarfs. The thought brought a noticeable jerk to his cock.

“Aren’t you here with someone? A guy?” he asked, wondering what was taking Megan so long.

“Mitchell,” Jill answered, pulling off her long crystal earrings. “He is passed out in our room. It would seem the long day of skiing and toddies at the lodge have caught up with him. I think it may be time to cut him loose as he doesn’t seem to have the stamina to keep up with me and stay in the game like he used to.”

As she spoke she never took her eyes off Ben, looking him straight in the eye the whole time. It made everything she said seem secret, suggestive. He found he did not want to wait for Megan to return to the room.

They had a rule of not playing without the other but lately that rule had been becoming looser. Ben had found her on occasion making out with someone at a party without his prior knowledge. She had also discovered him on the receiving end of an impromptu blow job from the husband of a woman they had been talking to at the club.

A bit of a warm up didn’t seem like a bad idea to him at the moment so Ben walked over to Jill, went to his knees, and took one of her tiny feet into his expert hands.

“Those shoes must have been hurting,” he said, kneading the sole of her right foot. Her toenails were painted a red so deep it appeared almost black. ”You have beautiful feet, so small and perfect.”

She closed her eyes and dropped her head back on the chair, softly moaning. “That feels so good,” she whispered. “I am a sucker for a good foot rub.”

“Just the feet?”

“You want to rub more?”

His hands released and quickly slipped up her legs.  “Absofuckinglutely.”  Leaning forward, his hands moved further up, to her thighs, and made short work of her panties, pushing them aside.

An appreciative hum slipped from Jill’s lips as she felt his fingers slide inside of her.  Her smile blossomed hearing the zip sound of his free hand working to unleash what was in his pants.  Straightening her head she began to sit up.  “Don’t mind if I do,” she said leaning forward and pushing his hand away.  Her own hands slipped into his pants and quickly past the elastic band of his briefs, slipping his already formed erection into the open air. She kissed the tip of it, hard and swirled her tongue around the tip. She then traced down his shaft with the tip of her tongue.

“I love this part,” he moaned.

“I bet you do.”  A quick tug sent the single button that had been holding his pants closed spiraling into the air like escaping popcorn from an air-popper.  Returning to the top, she kissed his erection again…but this time parted her lips to allow him deep into her mouth.

Ben, at first, rested his hand on the back of her head.  Slowly his fingers gathered hair and unintentionally he controlled her pace.  Then four words came from his lips in a breathy whisper, “I’m going to cum.”

Jill, much to Ben’s surprise, did not stop…in fact, she increased the pace and made audible moans herself sensing her power over him.  She wanted the warm and bitter liquid in her mouth.  She coaxed it, milked it.

With the feeling of the first eruption, it occurred to Ben that no woman had accepted his cum in this manner prior… not even his wife… and astonished as he was, he would have been more shocked had he realized just how often Jill would be doing this for him going forward.

Jill, erection still in mouth, smiled around it and again swirled her tongue over the tip before finally releasing her prey.

“On your back,” Ben said in a soft commanding tone.  “I am hungry.”

Her tongue gave her lips a quick once over to pick up a stray cum strand trying to escape.  “Yes, sir,” she said and followed his instruction.

As Jill got up to move to the bed, she unhooked her dress and let it drop to the floor. Standing in front of him completely naked, Ben was mesmerized by her pure beauty. How could he be so smitten? He didn’t even know her. He didn’t care. At this moment all he wanted was more.

Ben climbed onto the bed, sliding down to her thighs. He breathed her in, the scent of her sweet and intoxicating. He could devour her in one fell swoop, he could, but he wanted to take his time and savour every second, every sweet wet moment.

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Author’s note: I had an idea to do a collaborative piece and found two friends to help me in this endeavor. I would like to credit my friends, Eva St. James, and Chris McC for their collaborative effort in writing this series with me. Find her writing here, and his here. Thank you both.


“What?” she asked as she looked down at her pretty new sandals. A rainbow of colored straps on a wedge heel, she thought they were cute. They did compliment her sunshine yellow shirt and white denim shorts nicely, not to mention how they complimented her lean dancer legs.

“Jill, you can’t wear those, you are going to break an ankle or something.”

Ben was so frustrated with his girlfriend this morning. It was becoming most mornings these days. She just didn’t seem to get it. Yes he wanted her to look good, which she could pretty much do wearing a burlap sack, but there comes a time when logic rules.

How could she seriously think those were appropriate to wear for a hike along the escarpment?

They had gone hiking on the escarpment many times. There was a special spot they would often wander off to which was secluded from the main trail. A bit of a climb, without proper footwear they wouldn’t be able to get there. He was in a mood and wanted, no, needed to do something about it.

It was Jill’s looks that initially drew him to her. He couldn’t deny she was a gorgeous girl. Naturally sun-kissed skin, bright green eyes, a smile that could light up the night and legs that go on forever, she was a looker all right. He was lucky to have such a stunning girlfriend and he knew it.

Ben was more the geeky math club type. He wasn’t big and muscular, he wasn’t tanned and handsome. He felt his smile was still as crooked and awkward as it was back in junior high. He was smart though. Smart enough to know that having a beautiful woman beside him would increase his desirability to the people. As a politician some things are all about perception.

“Ben, this isn’t about the hike. You should know that,” Jill said, strapping the second sandal onto her left foot and grabbing her purse. “It’s about the walk down the street and to the car to get there. It’s about the voters that will be out this morning, Saturday morning, enjoying the beautiful morning at the farmer’s market. Lots of hands to shake, people to impress.”

He couldn’t deny that he had thought about the people he might encounter on the way. He had also thought about when they first met, long before he ran for city council, before he considered a stab at the mayoral race and where that might lead him, before they cared about image or public perception.

Back then, more often than not, their hikes would lead to sweaty couplings near a rock overhang under a stand of pine trees. Endorphins running rampant made them keenly aware of the smell of each other, the nearness of the others’ body. That adrenaline rush would not be taking place if Jill had to take tiny steps, careful not to damage herself or her pretty new sandals.

Ben came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her, cupping her breasts.

“I thought maybe we could have, uh, lunch al fresco,” he said softly, knowing his breath on the side of her throat would get a reaction. It did. He felt her nipples go hard. “You know, like we used to . . .”

“At our special spot,” Jill finished, her eyes closing, picturing the scene, remembering. “Those were some fun times.”

“We were always ready, then, weren’t we?”

Reality seemed to hit them both at the same second. They broke away from each other, the moment lost.

Ben tugged at his jacket, like Picard about to give orders. His hazel eyes ran across her as memories flooded his mind further. His mind wandered back to the night they had first met.

After a day of skiing and drinks at Keystone Mountain Lodge, the party at a condo in nearby Dillon, Colorado became the main event. He was still with Megan, his wife at the time, and Jill had come to the party with her boyfriend, Mitchell. The quaint town of snow swept streets and tiny boutiques was rather unaware of how many keys were in the bowl at that party.

Ben had been given room seven, of ten. The condo, one could hardly call it a condo, was in essence a mansion and his room, with the piece of foolscap and a thick “7” drawn in black marker hanging from the door, was near the far end of the second floor. Inside the room were overstuffed pillows done in purple silk fabric that would have made Prince proud.

It was not his first rodeo, so he was quite calm when he first heard the knock. He opened the door and smiled down at a petite brunette and into his wife’s grinning face. “Oh, come on!” he exclaimed with a laugh.

Megan giggled. “I’ll go pick again.”

They exchanged a quick kiss, and he slapped her ass as she turned back to the long carpeted hallway toward the stairs. He watched the wiggle of her ass as she walked before closing the door again.

He may have watched longer had he realized that would be the last time he would see her alive. No matter what anyone said, the snowplow driver was not psychic… the snowplow driver who ran a very drunk and naked Megan over in the early hours of the following morning. It was hard losing her, and hard to explain why she was even in that condition in the middle of the barren snow swept town.

Unaware of what was to come, Ben sat at the foot of the bed and waited. Already feeling numb from a few drinks, his eyes began to feel heavy and he lay back on the bed. This time, the knock made him jump.

He blinked a few times in a poor attempt to wake up as he stood to open the door again. Opening the door, however, he found himself looking down at cleavage before his gaze went higher to find the bright green eyes that were about to change his life.

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