Unforgettable

Kurt drove home, the words to Unforgettable running through his mind. He pulled into the garage of his condo and went straight to the bedroom, undressed and crawled into bed, nude, as was his usual custom. The song played over and over in his head. As it did he pictured Kristi dancing right in front of him, he being her only admiring audience. His image soon turned to her gorgeous ass and he imagined his hands cupping each firm, perfect cheek around those cute cupped bottoms. He pictured her breasts, their size was perfect, not overly large and each nipple slightly lower than center and a hair inside. He closed his eyes as his mind allowed him to press them together, nipple to nipple as he sucked on them both at once, her hands pulling his head in tight. Before long his cock was pushing hard against the sheet and weight of the blanket. The cool sheet felt good against his throbbing head as he squeezed his pelvic muscles, making it pull up. His hands reached down and he began to use both to rub himself from scrotum all the way to tip and back down. He let his head sink back farther into his pillow. His images of Kristi became more vivid and permissive as his right thumb and forefinger measured his thickness, running from base to head, his thumb lightly grazing over the now slightly lubricated head. He let out a light, low moan. Moving his left hand to his scrotum his right thumb and forefinger began to move up and down the soft, smooth outer rim of the hood in time to the rhythm of Unforgettable, images of Kristi lying on stage with her hand caressing her fluffy mound, doing to herself what he was doing. His right hand began moving all the way down to the base of his thick shaft and back up slow, just as Kristi's hand was doing to her lips. He was savoring the feeling, his left hand caressing his balls, his right hand now beginning to pump his shaft, grazing the outer ring with each upward motion. He slowed down wanting to take more time. His left hand now switched to just finger tips, lightly brushing the hair and skin of his scrotum. His right hand moved to the shaft's base as images of Kristi's free hand began to caress her breasts and he started to move his swollen head to and fro and in circles against the sheets. His fantasies of Kristi's self love made his feelings more intense as he rubbed the sheets, his cock jumping with excitement. His screen with Kristi intensified. She began to twist and pull her nipples and her finger was not buried deep into her pubic softness, wildly working on her clit. As he pelvis began to lift from the stage floor, Kurt's hand began to pump his wonderfully swollen shaft. His left hand lifted the sheet and blanket as his right hand increased it's action. Kristi was rolling her head from side to side in his mind's eye. He could hear her sweet little moans as her fire built keeping pace with his own building heat. His cock began to thicken even more, his hand brushing his sensitive head alone, thumb and forefinger ringed around it. His left hand quickly threw the covers off his torso. His image of Kristi was intense, her hips rising to meet her delicate finger tip, her lower lip quivering, her free hand teasing her nipples, she was coming and so was Kurt, his hand now well lubricated with his spurting cum, splashing his stomach and chest, greasing his cock head. His hand slowed as he began to soften. Images of Kristi faded and he carefully got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Getting a washcloth he ran warm water to soak it which made him have to pee. But before he did he carefully ran the warm washcloth over his still sensitive cock head, then cleaned up his stomach and chest. His urge to pee couldn't wait and after relieving it crawled back into bed. He fell asleep to low strains of Unforgettable.

The next day at work it was all Kurt could do to keep from thinking about Kristi. A few times he had to make a mercy trip to the restroom to let an impending erection go away. Five o'clock came around before he knew it and Kurt, for the first time in a long time left work on time. He headed home to take a short nap and a shower before heading out to The Club. He arrived at The Club at nine forty-five, a little early, just as Kristi has asked him. He wore a gray button down shirt and this time, black pants. He found the same table was empty and sat down. The nine p.m. show had already ended and the tall brunette dancer was still making her post show table rounds collecting tips. The crowd tonight was maybe twice last nights, mostly more soldiers. "You must be Kurt," a voice behind him said. Kurt turned around and saw that it was the bartender. "Kristi said you drank gin and tonic." The bartender handed Kurt a glass. "This one is from Kristi. You must have made quite an impression on her, she never talks about customers like she talked about you. She described you to me and wanted me to be sure and make your drink as soon as you came in and also to extend her invitation to come to the dressing room as soon as you got here." "Well, this is quite a surprise. I didn't know I made that much of an impression," Kurt said. "Your all she's talked about since she got here tonight. Follow me, I'll take you to the dressing room." The bartender motioned for Kurt to follow, leading him to the dark stage and without knocking opened the door and ushered Kurt in. The bartender closed the door behind Kurt and made his way back to the bar. "Hi Kurt, I'm so glad you're here. How are you?" Kristi stood up from the couch to greet Kurt. "Hello, I'm fine. Thanks for the drink and how are you?" Kurt was smiling, happy to be alone with Kristi. In a lighted room she was even more of an eye full. Tonight she was dressed in a sky blue v neck pullover shirt, straight leg blue jeans and white tennis shoes. "Oh, now that you're here I'm very happy. I was really hoping you'd show up." Kurt was a little taken aback. Their short conversation last night was nice but she must really like me, he thought. She even knew what his drink was. "I've been looking forward to coming back and seeing you all day, in fact since I left last night. How did your last two shows go?" "All right, after the second act only the soldiers hung around. Their always good for tips but my heart wasn't in the dance. No one left to dance for." She said this last part with a wink and a gleam in her eye directed at Kurt. "You were so sweet and appreciative of my routine, tonight I only do one dance and I plan to do it all with you in mind." Wow, she really likes me, this is great, thought Kurt. "So what will you be dancing tonight?" He asked. "Never you mind for now, you'll see soon enough. Please, sit down. It's near ten and I have to start getting ready soon. But don't leave, you won't be embarrassed will you?" "No, I don't think so." Kurt was all smiles as he sat down and took a sip of his drink. The stage door opened and the other dance entered. "These fucking cheap skates. You'd think they could part with a five or ten every once in a while. Fuck it, I quit." She put her street clothes on over her costume and walked out, not even acknowledging Kristi or Kurt. "Oh well, the turn around of dancers here is pretty high as you can see." Kristi said with a shrug of her shoulders. "So, how was work today?", she asked as she removed her shirt over her head, facing Kurt as her breasts fell free. Kurt swallowed. She really was going to get ready, right here, right now. "Uh, it went fine, a little slow waiting to get off though." Oh shit, bad choice of words he thought. Kristi unbuttoned her pants before she sat down on the piano bench to take off her shoes. When she did her breasts dangled beautifully and tantalizingly for Kurt. She stood back up and without a second thought whisked her pants down and off. She stood before him in only a pair of white lace panties that shows a very lovely dark patch of pussy hair. She went to a backpack while holding casual conversation, she doing most of the talking. Kurt mostly felt like holding himself. Kristi was showing no mercy and to Kurt this was a show in itself. From the backpack she retrieved a black costume consisting of a bra, panties and a short top cover, like a cape or something all with string fringe and lace. She laid them on the table. Turning around she hooked her thumbs into her panties and removed them, bending over completely as she unhooked them from each foot. Kurt had trouble keeping up with the conversation. Her gorgeous ass was practically in his face with a spectacular rear view of her pussy. He could almost reach out and touch it, and wanted to. Straightening up and turning around she said "Well?" She had asked him a question but he wasn't listening. Her bent over ass and pussy so close he could almost smell her has so distracted Kurt that he was paying no attention to the conversation. Now standing in front of him nude and beautiful his eyes were staring straight at her pussy. "I'm sorry Kristi, I'm just so taken in with your beauty that I simply wasn't listening." "I guess I am embarrassing you." "No, your not, just distracting me is all. Please, what did you ask me?" "I'd asked how long you'd been divorced. I see the fading band on your ring finger and was just curious." "About six weeks, but separated almost four months. Does it bother you?" "No, not at all, I just wanted to get to know you. And by the way, thank you for saying I'm beautiful. How long has it been since you've been this close to a naked woman?" "Too long Kristi, way too long." Kristi lingered before him for a few extra moments, knowing he was soaking her in. She felt beautiful standing before him, really liked him and little did he know, planned to fuck him silly tonight. She took a few steps toward him and held her hands out to him. He took them as he stood up. Looking down at him she could plainly see that he had a hard-on that made him look like Omar the Tent Maker. "Well at least you wore the right color pants tonight," she said while looking deeply into his eyes. She pulled him close and placed his hands directly on her ass then wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him down and placed her lips on his. She moved her pelvis directly onto his hard-on and began to move her hips gently from side to side. His hands pulled her in tighter and the kiss became passionate tongue tasting. His hands caressed her cheeks as she ground into his cock more forcefully, then she broke the kiss saying "Now you get back to your table and let me finish dressing. I'll see you in about 5 minutes." "Ok," he responded. "I can't wait." His hands gently released her ass and glided around the sides of her hips as she stepped away from him. "You'll see all of this and more in just a few minutes." Kurt left the dressing room into the near darkness once again. He was sure no one could see he had a hard-on, it was too dark in the club. Making his way to the same table he saw that it had a reserved card in the middle. "Boy, guess I rate good," he thought to himself as he sat down with his still full drink. He leaned back and lit a cigarette waiting for the show to begin.

At exactly ten-thirty the state lights went up, this time they were a nice light blue. The still too loud voice announced Kristi in the same fashion and a familiar Jimi Hendrix tune "Foxy Lady" blared out. The stage door opened and Kristi stepped onto the stage into the blue, gyrating and dancing, her whole body moving in time to the music, less choreographed than last night. She moved downstage from the chrome pole, not intending to use it. For the first several seconds of the song she danced about on stage then stepped down and began to make her way around to several tables, provocatively shaking her breasts or ass for the occupants. The music had obviously been re-mixed for this routine because it had already lasted too long for it to be the original released mix. She danced her way to Kurt's table by way of the stage. As she passed by the state she turned to the crowd and removed the outer piece of her costume revealing a very skimpy bra and panties with the string fringe flapping about. She tossed the piece onto the stage, stepped up and danced there awhile. Stepping down she make her way to Kurt's table. Dancing her way to him she danced right in front of it. Pulling out the chair she stood on it simply moving her hips and arms. Using one hand she reached behind and unfastened her bra, removed it slowly and tossed it to Kurt. He caught and folded it neatly, placing it on the table. Yes, she was dancing for him. She swung her arms causing her tits to bounce and sway then with her hands she lifted them up and pushed them together and rubbed her nipples with her thumbs. The crowd was cheering her on, "Go, go, go," they shouted. Kurt was smiling, almost laughing. "This is great," he mouthed to her, knowing she wouldn't be able to hear him. For her next planned maneuver to tease Kurt further, she turned around. She began to move that very gorgeous ass that he held only minutes before in circles like a gyroscope. Then by total surprise, she hooked her thumbs into the side straps, bent fully over from the waist and whisked them down. Once again he had a view of her pussy so close he could touch it. She stepped out of them one foot at a time then peeking through her slightly separated thighs tossed them back to Kurt who again caught them. He added them to the neatly folded bra. Some in the now almost rowdy crowd were yelling "Smell 'em man, go ahead," and "touch it, come on, she's begging for you to stick a finger in it." Kurt ignored their yelling and continued to watch his private show. Kristi was still bent at the waist moving her ass and swaying her tits for Kurt. She reached back with a hand and placing two fingers on her pussy opened it, giving Kurt a full view of her pink interior. Next she took her index finger and ran it up the middle of her open pussy lips. She didn't appear to be all that wet but she was wet enough to get her finger well dampened. Getting down from the chair she moved over to Kurt and placed her damp finger on his smiling lips and then into his accepting mouth. "God, she tasted sweet," he thought as she drew her finger out from his sucking lips and tasting tongue. That was the finale - that drove the crowd totally wild. Many were hollering for her to come to their tables as they wanted a taste also, but her routine was winding down. Her dancing made it's way back to the stage where she finished her routine and as Foxy Lady began to fade in the overhead speakers she faded behind the stage door. Kurt leaned back in his chair as the applause from the crowd continued. Running his hands through his hair he thought to himself "That was one hell of a show, she danced for me but had the crowd practically on their feet with their tongues on the floor." He could still taste her sweet pussy on his tongue and lips. Kristi reappeared on stage with a pair of tight shorts and t-shirt. The crowd was hollering for more but she waved a kiss, stepped down and began to make her rounds to the tables. She was collecting plenty of tips from that routine and spent a little extra time at each table in appreciation of their applause. Kurt watched her work the tables patiently waiting for her return to his. Taking a long drink of his gin and tonic he was sorry to have washed her flavor from his tongue. Just as he was lighting a cigarette Kristi breezed by him and said "Be right back, don't go away."

Several minutes later Kristi reappeared from behind the bar. Kurt missed her exit from the stage door probably because of the several visitors to his table asking questions about Kristi. "Lets get out of here. I'm really hungry," Kristi said as she took his hand. Kurt stood and the headed to the exit and out to Kurt's car. Kurt was playing the gentleman and opened doors for her, even carried her backpack. Once to the care he unlocked and opened the passenger door. Before sitting down he caught her hand and looking deeply into her eyes thanked her, both for the dressing room invitation and the very erotic dance routine. She said "Your welcome," as she leaned in and began to kiss him full and deep, her tongue reaching out to his and lingering. Her hand fell to his ass and pulled him close. After several minutes broke the kiss and said "Let's go, shall we." Kurt pulled onto the street, instinctively in the direction of his condo. "So, where would you like to eat Kristi?", he asked, turning to look at her. "Your place if you like," she responded, almost shyly as her hand passed over the seats and polished wood of the BMW's interior. Kristi had never ridden in one and was quite impressed with its appointments. "Actually when I said I was hungry I was not really talking about food," she said, not looking up at Kurt. He was beginning to see a side of Kristi he did not anticipate. She did after all seem to have some modesty, or she knew when to play down her openness. It didn't matter, Kurt wasn't hungry for food either. He up-shifted to fifth gear and looked over at Kristi saying "I know what you mean, my appetite is ravenous right now." She smiled and placed her hand on his resting on the gear shift knob. "So, I gotta ask Kurt, what'd this puppy cost anyway?" "Plenty Hon, it would scare you to know." They both laughed but Kurt was not referring to dollars so much as he was to the elements of the divorce wars and property distribution. He got the car, she got the house. The conversation was mostly about the car as they drove to Kurt"s condo in a new money neighborhood Kristi has not been to before. She asked all sorts of questions about it color (is there something wrong officer red) and the great leather seats and dash which Kurt corrected her as they were cordoba skin and those cute little buttons and pleats were called tuck and rolled upholstery. The wood was hand rubbed Black Forest Walnut with teak inlays for the electric window and door lock buttons. This was the coolest car she had ever been in. They arrived at the condo and as Kurt pulled into the large bricked driveway pushed a button on his steering wheel and the garage door opened. After the car was in the garage the door closed by itself. "Welcome Kristi, though I must warn you, this place has never seen the likes of any woman much less a woman like yourself. It was decorated by two gay guys and that's about as close as a woman's touch as it has seen." Kurt exited the care and walked around to get Kristi's door but she was half way out when he arrived. "Oh, sorry," she said, "I'm not used to being treated like a lady I guess." "I'll never treat you any other way," Kurt was surprised to hear himself say. He walked her to a door which entered the interior and ushered her in. It was sort of a foyer off the kitchen with closets for coats and such. He placed her backpack in one of the closets and they walked into the kitchen area that Kristi believed was as big as her whole apartment. "This is no condo," she said wide eyed, "it's a dream come true." "Come on, let me show you the rest. This complex was built about a year ago. Most of the units have been sold already." "Damn," Kristi thought, "and I didn't bring my checkbook." He took her on a whirlwind tour of the spacious and luxurious condo. Kristi had not seen so much dark wood and Berber-Saxony carpet at one time in one place. She had no idea that Kurt owned a very successful rival software company. He was a very hands on president and CEO, still in love with computer languages. As for his money, he believed in spending what he worked hard for. The next stop on the tour was the master bedroom where Kurt offered her a drink. "Shit, a bar in the bedroom, kiss my ass," Kristi said. "I'd love to," Kurt replied, "but first, a drink." "Cool, gin and tonic," Kristi replied laughing. Kurt fixed them both a perfect gin and tonic with a slice of lime and a drop of dry vermouth, Kurt's personal touch. He motioned for her to have a seat on a couch facing the bar and joined her. She slid over closer to him, took his drink from his hand and put them on a nearby table, carefully on pre-placed coasters. Taking his head in her hands she began to kiss his face, making her way to his lips where she lingered, moving hers slightly. Kurt moved his hands to her waist, feeling her smooth skin under the t-shirt. He began to pull the t-shirt out of her shorts, up just high enough that he could get his hands onto the skin of her sides and back. She was warm and smooth and she began to quietly moan with is light pressured fingers up and down her back. Kristi backed away from their hot kissing and reached down and pulled off her t-shirt. "There, that's better," she said, resuming their kiss. Kurt's hands went back to her warm skin and wasted no time in finding her tits. He lightly caressed the sides and undersides of them and using his palms, let her hard nipples lightly trace circles in his hands. "Yes, that's much better," he mumbled under their now wet, deep kiss. Kristi smiled under the pressure of his lips. Her hands moved to his shirt where she began to unbutton the top button, working her way down. She pulled it out of his fairly loose trousers and slipped it off of his shoulders which she could feel were large, rock hard muscles shoulders, covered by smooth warm skin. Her hands moved over his collar bones and down his sternum then with a softness he hadn't felt in months she moved them over his nipples and began to do the same thing to him that he was doing to hers. Now it was Kurt who broke then kiss, his lips moving down to her neck where he nibbled and kissed up and down from her ear lobe to her shoulder, at times his tongue lightly stroking her skin. Her perfume as light and delicate and be breathed deeply of it as his hands began to caress her tits with more pressure. He soon began to pull and tease her hard, thickened nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. She deeply moaned her approval as she moved her hands all over his broad chest and around to his back. Kurt was hot, rock hard and hot, but determined to pace his foreplay by enjoying her skin, her touch and her tits. He put his hands gently on her shoulders and motioned her to lie back. She let his strength lower her as his kisses mapped her collar bones. His hands traced her ribs like a roller coasters and made their way down to the sides of her hips before coming back up in the same fashion to the sides of her tits as his kisses descended her sternum. His cheeks brushed against her nipples as he pressed her tits against them. Turning his head to his left, his lips found an eager, stiffened nipple. He kissed all around it then used his tongue to carefully experience her taunt, wrinkled aureole. She encouraged him by placing a hand on his head, pulling him a little deeper into her soft tit. His tongue then went for the nipple. He circled and flicked it, at times just using the tip to press on it, like pushing a button, waiting for a surprise. He continued, turning his head from nipple to nipple, giving each equal time. Kristi's head rested comfortably on the couch cushion. Her fingers stroked Kurt's back and shoulders and played with his hair and ears. She loved what he was doing to her new tits, he being the first since her enlargement. He was sensitive and sucked her nipples with care, not rough or impatiently. Kurt lingered on her nipples a few more moments longer then moved down her abdomen, kissing and letting his warm breath bathe her skin. His hands tracked the undersides of her arms and sides of her tits as his mouth kept searching for her belly button. When he found it he used his tongue to run warm circles around it then darted in and out of it. She expected him to continue downward but he surprised her by coming back up to her tits. He had them pushed together again, her nipples touching each other and he took both into his patient mouth and sucked and tongued them at the same time. Kristi has one foot resting on the carpet. She moved it back up to the couch and between Kurt's thighs. She could feel his cock on her thigh and he felt long and very hard. She said nothing, only pressed her thigh into his crotch, acknowledging his still unseen cock. Kurt's foreplay progressed by his moving steadily back down Kristi's torso, past her belly button onto the fly and snap of her mound beneath them as he blew hot breath along her waist band. She lifted her crotch, placing pressure on his chin. Although Kurt was hot, rock hard and could almost taste her pussy, he reminded himself to take his time. Inch by inch his mouth moved closer to the pussy hiding beneath the crotch of her shorts but when nearly there he diverted to the side where his hot breath penetrated her shorts to the crevice between her thigh and pussy. His hands moved from her tits down to her abdomen as his mouth continued it's descent, down the inside of her left thigh where he encountered bare skin once again. His right hand came down over her left hip and continued down to her knee where he stroked the underside of it, as kisses traveled down the inside of her thigh. When his kisses reached the inside of her knee his left hand found the snap of her shorts. Kisses landed softly on her knee, then down her calf as the snap to her shorts popped quietly. He ran his hand back up the thigh as the zipper came slowly down, each tooth of the zipper distinctly clicking until the slide reached bottom. As Kurt's mouth reached her ankle his hands were running under the band of the shorts around to the sides. He began to tug and she lifted her hips from the couch to help. As the shorts lowered he discovered a pussy without panties and gorgeous ass. He lifted his head and pulled her shorts down and over her feet leaving Kristi completely and beautifully naked. That magnificent wet, partly shaved pussy was right ahead of him, ripe and ready for his taking, but he switched to the other ankle. His left hand held it steady while he kissed and tasted her skin making his ascension of her calve as his other hand traveled up her left thigh to the edge of her pussy. She twitched her pelvis slightly and let out a soft cry as his fingers traced the near to pussy lips crease, up to the top and over, down the other side then lightly across her pussy lips where his fingertips lingered only a second before going back the other direction. His kissing lips had made it to her knee where his tongue traveled the inside before he continued up the thigh. Kristi was in agony. No one had ever taken the time to explore her this carefully, this completely. Her pussy was getting soaked from her juices and had an ache from within the pit of her stomach. Her nipples were stiff and tingly as his hand traced and teased the triangle of her pussy. "Oh God, Kurt, please, eat me now, I wanna cum so bad, please eat me."