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The Stairwell
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The Stairwell Not every DJ's done it, but I guarantee every DJ's at least thought about it, if not actively fantasized about it, if not actually done it. I'm talking about sex in the studio. I used to work the overnight shift at WTTU, a retro rock station, but after a computer automation system came in, I was moved to evenings. Quite a promotion, they told me. I don't know. I still miss having the place to myself in the middle of the night. Nowadays, I voice-track everything from 12 am to 2 am and put all my energy into that crucial post-drive shift from 9 pm to midnight. The show is great. Lots of production elements. Spectacular ratings for a college radio station. But I miss the people you meet doing late night radio: crazy drunks who found a quarter on the sidewalk and spent it to request The Gap Band; insomniacs hoping that Lionel Richie will do what No-Doz can't; (don't get me started on the prison calls!) and lots and lots of the lonely and the broken-hearted. Then there was that one caller. "You're listening to WTTU, Rocket 88 your home of the sexiest, rock & roll from the '60s, '70s and '80s and '90s. If there's a disc you want Mr. Bond to spin, then you just give us a call in the WTTU booth right now. Don't make me beg for it, baby," I purred. Immediately I noticed the flashing strobe out of the corner of my eye. The "beg for it" line works every time. "You got Kool and the Gang goin' on WTTU, baby. Whew! It's Too Hot." In a single fluid motion of my experienced fingers, I brought the mic pot down past zero and into cue and tapped the button to shut it off. With my right hand, I slapped the space bar on the keyboard, starting the recording on my audio software, then punched the flashing lighted button for the caller on line one. "WTTU, what can Mr. Bond get you tonight?" My computer screen showed the bright green of the wave forms as my voice was recorded. "Mm, mm," came the sexiest female voice I had ever heard. "That sounds like a tough invitation to resist." Chills went up my neck. I'd never had that reaction to a caller before. She sounded white, with the sweetest touch of Southern drawl. Her voice was shimmering and clear, like my old voice teachers had always tried to push on me before I sold my soul to rock 'n roll and cultivated my sexy deep voiced persona. I still don't know exactly why her voice affected me so quickly. But here I was, my stomach turning inside out and a lump getting stuck in my throat and my cock giving an undeniable twitch. All from just a few words. I needed to get back into the phone call before I started stammering all over the tape. "Uh," I began. Not to promising. "That's sweet of you, Luv," I got out. "I've been onto you all week. I only moved here a little bit ago and then driving home Monday after working super late I do a little surfing on the FM and oh, my God, I hear that voice and it hits me right in the breadbasket." "I must have been playing Barry White," I said with a chuckle. "You played Al Green, but it wasn't his voice that made me cream, it was you." I blushed - actually fucking blushed. I wasn't about to let some girl beat me at my own game. If it was flirting she was after, I'd show her some flirting. "Luv, you'd better get a hold of yourself before you cause a scene. I don't want to get blamed for my listeners' ruined undies." "Mr. Bond, they're already soaked. Your voice gets me going so bad." I'd heard that line a dozen times before, but always from drunken co-eds, never from a sweet and sexy woman. My voice caught in my throat. The "Mr. Bond" persona dropped. "Who are you?" I asked, not believing that those words could come from my mouth. "Why, Mr. Bond, don't you remember me? Or, should I call you Mr. Took-My-Panties-At-Kappa-House?" And then, she giggled and my own shorts were suddenly getting crowded as a flood of sense memories washed through my mind. "Jada Mayo," I breathed. We were both students at Tennessee Tech. We didn't know each other, but we wound up meeting at a fraternity party. I got so drunk, I never was able to form a real picture of what happened that night. All I really remember is the most knock-dead beautiful blond in the school on her knees with her face buried in my lap, sucking my cock clear to heaven. My memories of the next day, however, are perfectly clear. I was awakened by the telephone to find that I was naked, in bed, back in my dorm room, with no idea of how I got there and an awful hangover. On the phone was Jada Mayo. It turned out she lived in the next building over. She claimed I had her underwear. She insisted on me giving them back at lunch. I was horribly embarrassed. She didn't help matters. Every time I asked what happened, she would laugh and scream "You really don't remember? Dude!" We hung out a few times after I handed over her panties, but nothing kinky ever happened again and I never got her to tell me what happened. The next year, she scored some kind of athletic scholarship and transferred to another school. Now, here she was on the phone to my studio, getting me horny as hell. How embarrassing. "Oh, my God," I said, in shock. "Yep. It's me. I've been listening to you ever since I moved here, and I finally decided that I just had to give you a hard time. There's just something about you that's always brought out the part of me that's a wicked tease." "I'll say! Hang on a sec. I gotta talk." I muted my old friend and potted up the mic just as the song started to fade. With an action that was more instinct than thought, I readied the next tune and announced it. "Heading back to the 90s, baby, doing the Humpty Dance with Digital Underground." I fired the song and snapped my mic back in cue so I could talk to my sexy old friend. But first, I clicked the mouse on the computer play-list. No sponsors to read for a while, so I deleted the next break, buying a solid hour for chatting on the phone. I hoped my Program Director wasn't listening. "Hey, Jada," I said, hoping she was still on the line. "Hey, sexy." "You know, if you've moved back here, we should get together. Catch up. Maybe lunch tomorrow?" "I'm hopping a plane for Orlando in a few hours, honey. Going home for spring break. But I tell you what: you let me visit your studio and I'll tell you all about how you wound up with my panties." My mouth went dry. My heart skipped a beat. "Yeah?" was all I could get out. "Come on. I know how much it's been bugging you all these years, wondering what happened that night. I'll tell you the whole story." Among the many "rules of radio" are: never accept food from a listener, and never invite a listener into the studio—especially in the middle of the night. But this was Jada! I just had to know what happened that night. Anyway, who ever got anywhere in radio playing by the rules? Ten minutes later, I was opening the front door and letting in the woman whose voice had so thrown me off my game; all so I could find out how I wound up with her undies at a Freshman frat party, when my deepest guts were already telling me the answer: in a drunken fugue, I had made love to her. She looked older. I should have expected that but you never do, somehow: you always expect people to look exactly like they did the last time you saw them. She looked older, all right, but better—a lot better. Instead of a skinny college freshman looking for beer, sex and a way to pass the classes she was dodging, she was a fully developed woman. Her hair was shorter and cleaner, a luscious shade of brown instead of the dyed blonde fighting off its roots. She'd gained weight, but it was in all the right places. Her breasts were the same, but she carried them better—with more authority. She had a tendency to let her ample C-cup tits bounce around, but now they were constrained in a bra that let just a hint of cleavage emerge from the top of a sexy but classy white blouse. Her legs emerged strong from her black leather mini-skirt. She wore a matching leather jacket and had a small, tan purse slung over one shoulder. Her smile as she entered the building was warm but wicked—that hadn't changed at all. We said hello in the lobby, but I could hardly think of a word to say in the elevator as we rode to the fifth floor of the University Center. The UC stayed open 24/7 during finals so students could pull “all nighters” for finals. I just kept thinking that this was the woman who had seduced me when I was drunk. And this was the same woman whose voice had gotten me so unexpectedly horny. And this woman was standing shoulder to shoulder with me. "You really never have remembered what happened that night we met, have you?" she said, letting the back of her hand brush gently against mine. "Not really," I answered, truthfully. "Just enough to know that you somehow seduced me." Jada gave me the funniest shit-eating grin. "You silly man," she said as the doors slid open. "You're the one who seduced me!" Okay, I thought… I mean, if I was smashed and she gave me a blow job, that was one thing, but me seducing her? My freshman year, I was very shy before I became the sexy Mr. Bond. I think if it hadn’t been for Jada, I’d have gone the entire year without getting laid. Before I could say anything, she marched down the hall, her tight ass swaying temptingly. She paused at the intersection and asked which way. I was still in the elevator. The doors started to close and I snapped out of it, darting through the sliding doors and walking down the corridor with as much confidence as I could manage. "Wow," she said looking into every corner of my studio. "I've never seen a radio station before. Do you really know how all of this stuff works?" "Just enough to keep from breaking it." I pulled out a stool for Jada and shoved the guest mic out of the way, then took up my customary spot in a manager's chair in front of the board. She peeled off her jacket and dropped it on the counter, showing off her breasts. She perched on the stool with such perfect balance and poise I thought I was looking at a cat, not a person. She sat on the back half of the seat with her left leg on the top rung and her right crossed at the knee. I could see her thighs as far as the top of her stockings. "So, you want to know what happened that night, do you?" she said with a mischievous grin. I nodded meekly. "First off," she said, getting suddenly serious. "You were the one who started with the ass-grabbing when we were dancing. I just started humping you back for kicks, you know? But when you leaned over and nibbled my ear, right there on the dance floor, I started to get seriously wet. Honestly, hon, what got into you?" "I remember dancing, that's all." "If you say so." I didn't think her shit-eating grin could get any bigger, but it did. "And?" I said, prodding her to continue the story. "Well, we started kissing. Damn, you're a fine kisser, you know that?" "I've been told," I said, adding a grin of my own. "I got so wet making out with you. You were the one who seduced me, hon. So I grabbed your hand and yanked you down the hallway and into the bathroom." "Okay, that's ringing a bell." I said. "I remember sitting on the toilet seat with your mouth on my cock." "Do you remember how it felt?" I smiled and blushed. "Yeah," I said, blushing and smiling. "I liked it." A shiver ran up my spine as the sense-memory of her mouth around my cock stabbed through me like a sharp knife through tender meat. "I know you did. You came like a fucking freight train when I sucked your balls." I closed my mouth to keep it from getting stuck gaping open. "Oh yeah," she said, leaning forward. "You liked it a lot. As soon as we were alone, you had your cock out and you were begging me to eat you." She took my hand in hers, sending a tremor through me. My hard on was throbbing. "I got down on my knees for you," she whispered. "I did it in a second. You didn't need to beg, baby. I licked your cock from bottom to top, taking your balls into my mouth. And when I fingered your prostate, you went nuts, coming all over my face. "I had to feel you come so I slid my finger into your ass. I could feel you spasming around my finger. Oh God, it was sexy. I curled my finger and felt for your prostate. I couldn't believe how easy it was, but your reaction was incredible. I’ve never seen so much cum in my life. Jada slid gracefully off the stool, still holding my hand. She crouched down until our faces were level, her knees against mine. She leaned to my ear and whispered with her hot breath. "You went all stiff, at first. Then you started grooving on it. You came fast, squeezing my fingers hard, but I kept going. I worked your ass and licked your cock until you came again and again until you squirted. You gushed your come all over my face. Mm-mm, it was good." I closed my eyes. My heart pounded in my ears. My cock throbbed in time. I was now desperately horny. She flicked her tongue over the tip of my earlobe, then planted a quick kiss on my cheek and leaned playfully away. "That was about the time you passed out." "Now," I interrupted, opening my eyes and smiling. "At what point did I take your underpants?" "You were passed out, honey. I needed to get you home. I stuffed my panties into your pocket so I would have a reason to see you again. I looked through your wallet until I found your address, then I took you back to your room and put you to bed." "After you took my clothes off." "Well, of course." "Uh-huh. Right." Jada leaned close, her face just inches from mine. I felt her fingers land on my knee and slide up my right leg, feeling the bulge my cock was making . "Any of that ring any bells?" "Oh yeah, that rings my bells all right." Her hand slid boldly up my leg and stroked my hard on through my jeans. Arousal washed over my body leaving goose bumps in its wake. I couldn't remember all of what had happened three years ago, but I was sober as a judge this time and I was determined to do something worthy of a suit case full of memories. Our eyes locked together. Her hand continued to climb slowly up my thigh. I let my legs part slightly. She accepted my subtle invitation and closed the final distance between our lips. OH DAMN! I just realized the time! Jason Smith was due to start his show in a few minutes! I had to set up the final tunes and intro….. SHIT SHIT SHIT!!! He’s at the door now! I held up a finger to stop Jada and rushed to get all the info set up on the control panel. Jason came into the studio and noticed Jada right off. “Hey Mr. B,” he smiled, “Everything going ok?” Jason is only about a year or two older than me and his “Mr. B” always was our inside joke about the “mystery” man - Mr. Bond and who he, I mean I actually was. Jada was very patient and waited until I was able to turn over the studio to Jason. The whole process was complicated by the massive boner I kept trying to hide from him. Looking back I can say that I was very unsuccessful at that. Jada and I said our good byes to Jason and headed for the elevator. I was about to push the button when Jada grabbed my hand and led me into the stairwell beside the elevator. On the top floor, there is a small nuk where the floor goes around the elevator to a dormer style window completely out of sight of the door and the stairs. Jada pulled me into this quiet little corner. I turned around and Jada's arms were about my neck." Where were we?" she breathed into my ear as she thrust her pelvis once more into my groin and rubbed her mound against my, already, straining penis. I held her taut buttocks in both my hands and helped her in her task, enjoying their soft firmness and feeling them clench and relax in unison with her pelvic motions. My open mouth clashed with hers as our tongues writhed together, first in her mouth, then in mine. I broke off the kiss and recovered my tongue only to let it follow the nape of her neck down to the top of her dress. My hands trembled in anticipation as undid, first one button of her dress, then the others to reveal pearl white orbs seated in their black lace cups. I kissed the pale sloping softness of each of them over and over before I found the clip that offered their release. Once free they sprang forth joyously from their snug homes and I covered one with my mouth, sucking it greedily. Her breasts were much bigger than I had originally thought but I still managed to suck one in completely and then let it slip out a bit at a time until my lips held only the rigid nipple. I massaged it with my tongue and gnawed on it gently with my teeth, which clearly distracted her because she no longer ground her groin into mine. Once one breast had received this treatment I repeated it with the other and, as I did, I felt her small fingers tightly grip my rock hard penis through my bluejeans, judging its size before moving to undo my belt and zipper. Once my trousers had dropped to the floor, she fell to her knees dragging down my shorts as she went. I don't think that I have ever been so big, so hard and so ready to receive what I was about to receive. She clenched her small hand around the broad base of my cock but her fingers were not quite long enough to fully encircle it. Her tongue flicked out and licked the head all over before concentrating on the sensitive areas I didn't even know I had. Finally, she took, first the head and then a good length of my shaft into her mouth and sucked, alternately tightening and slackening her lips around it. My balls were throbbing painfully as she transferred her fingers to them, not fondling as some women do, like marbles in a bag, but stroking and pulling so as to relieved, however slightly, the pressure inside them. I stroked her hair fondly as she performed the ultimate act of pleasing a man, but as the pressure built up in my over-strained organ I whispered, "Stop Jada, please or I will cum." She stopped for a moment and looked up, " Cum in my mouth - I want a long fuck from you when it's my turn." Then she resumed with her tiny but firm hands, driving my penis in and out of her mouth . Once again she inserted her finger into my ass to stroke that magic spot that sent shivers down my spine. She continued to suck my cock until it exploded. People talk of "gallons" of semen and it surely felt like gallons as I pumped and pumped into her sucking mouth. My prick twitched and my knees buckled as spasms of pleasure from an exquisite orgasm racked my body. She continued to suck and lick well after the last drop had left me, relishing the clean-up job she was performing on my softening cock. She finished and leaned back onto her ankles grinning up at me. Drawing on reserves of strength, I gripped her arms and raised her to her feet and then slumped back against the wall, and held her tightly to me. We held on to each other for several minutes before I said simply, "Thank you." I took a handkerchief from my jacket pocket and wiped away small globules of semen from around her mouth and cheeks and then planted a loving kiss on her lips, lips that parted and allowed free access to a still urgent tongue. My tongue toyed with hers for a few seconds and then I lowered my head again to her delectable breasts. There, my lips lingered to savored them once more whilst I undid the remaining buttons of her dress. As it fell apart, I turned her back to the wall and fell before her where I knelt gazing up into her face and sliding my nervous hands up the outside of her soft thighs. She smiled down like a Madonna as I pushed aside the soft material of her woolen dress. When I lowered my eyes I was face to face with the briefest of black panties atop a black suspender belt. Despite my recent ejaculation this vision of soft white skin between the top of her stocking and her panties sent a wake up call to my brain for onward transmission to my resting penis. It twitched and came to life again. I ran the tips of my fingers lightly over this cool skin to savor its texture and she gasped quietly and parted her legs, thrusting her pelvis forward. I could sense the heat rising from her as I buried my head between those pale thighs to feel the moisture of her desire on the crotch of her panties. For several minutes I enjoyed the feel and inhaled the aroma of her, rubbing my face all over her mound. Wanting more, I teased the damp garment down her thighs and then removed it completely, revealing a dark woolly mass of pubic hair beneath which I stroked smooth with my index finger. It took only gentle sideways pressure to part her legs and to expose two fully engorged pink lips waiting to be caressed with my outstretched tongue. As I worked it forward and backward around the rim of her opening she groaned and slid down the wall a little more, pushing herself harder into my face. Eventually, she reached the floor and once there, when her legs were no longer needed for support, she spread them wide apart and, by pulling my head into her smoldering depths, forced my tongue still deeper into her, now, soaking wet vagina. I lifted her legs onto my shoulders to make her pussy more accessible. She would have scored zero in an elegance competition but I'm sure, that was the last thing on her mind. Her breathing quickened and she writhed gently against my mouth. Her scarlet sentinel stood up proudly as I took it between my lips; rolling, sucking and biting it until her breathing was reduced to a succession of short gasps. Finally a long exhalation and deep sigh signaled her orgasm. When the whimpering and throbbing had stopped, I sat beside her, back to the wall and listened as her breathing slowly returned to normal. "How long have we been here?" she said at last. "Would you believe only ten minutes?" I replied. Her hand fell deftly into my groin and held me again. I was not quite hard but not flaccid either- the sort of dick men like to sport in the showers. Jada, I was to discover, liked playing with dicks in this condition but knew the experience only lasted briefly as her stimulation caused the hot blood that pulsed into them, made them hard. I was no exception and found my organ responding almost immediately so I just sat there, reached over and slipped several fingers into her wet pussy. And so we sat, arm over arm groping each other and getting more excited. "I'm ready for that long slow fuck," she whispered at last and got up, moving to the bed. There she lay on her back, legs apart showing that wonderful pussy framed by her suspender belt and black stockings. If I hadn't already been hard I would be at the sight of this. I climbed on top of her and slowly slipped the head of my penis between those slippery folds and into that wet and wonderful pussy up to the ring of my bobby's helmet. I moved it slowly, in and out and, every so often, would drive it into her tingly cavern up to the hilt, hold it there to feel the shivers of pleasure in her pussy walls and then stir the pot. Her legs encircled my back, clamping me to her and restricting my freedom. This added to my excitement to the extent that the modestly hard prick, which had first entered her, was now a Hercules amongst pricks. Jada moaned, pulling my head down to hers and whispered pornographically into my ear. "Ram it home Jimmy." "Fill me - fuck me hard." I did as I was bid, in control now having already sowed my seed so violently not ten minutes earlier - or so I thought. After many minutes of ramming my complete length repeatedly and deeply into her with my balls slapping rhythmically again the firm flesh of her lower buttocks, she ordered, "Turn me over and fuck me doggy style," releasing me from the vice that had been her entwining legs. I withdraw and knelt up long enough to let her turn over and take up her position, her chest on the wide sill of the dormer window. She rested on her elbows and I lifted her dress to expose the exquisite ass that presented itself for my attention.  Her parted thighs allowed her distended pussy to hang large and low beneath her and I wasted no time in thrusting my engorged prick between its pouting wet lips and into her hidden recesses. 'Slow' had been forgotten as I drove my Trojan warrior forward again and again, quicker and quicker. I was holding her hips and controlling the thrusting, pulling her willing pussy down hard onto my glistening erection. My balls again smacked against her on each inward stroke and she responded by driving backwards against my thrusting hips and grasping desperately my retreating cock with her tightened vaginal muscles. I could see her reflection in the window, her eyes were closed and her mouth was open panting in time with each thrust I made into her. Again and again I felt my balls swinging and bumping into her clit as the “slap..slap..slap” sound of our bodies colliding together. I looked at the window again and noticed suddenly that we were not alone. Several fellow students were peeking around the corner with various expressions on their faces. I saw that Jada’s eyes were still closed and …well… fuck it… I had to finish. It seemed like several gallons of cum shot deep inside her from the excitement of getting caught. As I slowed and filled her slick pussy with my love juices, I could feel the ripples of her orgasm around me and she sighed deeply and fell forward onto the window sill. I felt her jerk hard and her pussy clenched on my cock when the applause broke out. “What the fuck?” she screamed when she looked around. The red rush of orgasm was replaced by the red flush of embarrassment as she grabbed her clothes and ran past the small crowd. I was literally left there alone holding my cum soaked cock in my hand. The laughter and applause broke out a second time as everyone started “cat calling” and whistling at the show. The guys were giving me the “thumbs up” sign and the three girls in the group were getting an eyeful of the meat in my hand. Being the ham that I am, I graciously took a bow and then began picking up my clothes. Two of the three girls came over to offer a hand - much to my surprise. “Gosh,” said the redhead, “I’m so sorry the guys were so hard on your girlfriend. She must be dying right now.” I laughed and said, “Don’t worry, she’s just a friend…. With benefits. “ I was concerned that there was no way I could contact Jada. She hadn’t given me her number or her address. As I has pulling up my zipper the red head told me her name and handed me a piece of paper with her phone number on it. The dark headed girl saw this and immediately grabbed the paper and jotted down her name and number as well saying, “ Damn, Kendra! Why should you get all the fun? Hello, my name’s Kayla!” “Hello ladies,” I said, “Would you two like to join me for coffee?” The smile on my face said it all. My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy. |
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3/14/2017 8:30 am |
I owe this story to Cuddly_Kitten! She asked a question that reminded me of this event back in the day. Thanks Luv. Jimmy B.  My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy.
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