Caitlin Fairchild was sitting on the bed, waiting for her husband to arrive. He'd
been delayed at the hotel reception desk where he'd had to fill out extra forms.
Caitlin didn't mind. She was thankful for the chance to be alone for even a short
time. Her wedding day and been almost like a dream and she struggled to take it
all in, to understand that, at last, it was real. But it wasn't over yet.

After the rush and emotion of the day's events, a strange mixture of apprehension
and excitement filled her mind as she anticipated the consummation of her
marriage. She'd waited for this night for such a long time and now it was finally
here, it was finally going to happen. Before she lost herself in those thoughts,
though, her husband opened the door and walked in.

Declan wasn't quite as tall as Kat, but he had a lean, muscular body and the
natural poise and grace of a dancer. Underneath short, ragged black hair, his
face was lined and tired-looking, but his features were still handsome, in an
unusual sort of way. He looked younger than he was, and his dark eyes were strong
as he smiled a 'hello' and took in the sight of the beautiful girl who was now
his wife.

Caitlin was dressed in the clothes she'd worn for the flight. Comfortable
sneakers, grey jeans, and a tight, cropped t-shirt that clearly showed the
generous swell of her breasts. Her glossy red hair cascaded loosely around her
head like waves of rich satin, her cheeks were slightly flushed and her green
eyes were wide.

Declan sat down beside her and reached out to caress her face and hair.

"You know I've never done this before," she said in a nervous voice, although she
knew she didn't have to remind him.

He nodded. "Do you want to wait for a while?" he asked considerately.

Caitlin smiled shyly and shook her head. "No. I want to do it now."

He returned her smile and then leaned over and brushed her full lips with his,
feeling the little surge of her hot breath, tasting her sweetness. He could feel
her trembling as he lightly kissed her, her mouth gradually working open as her
passion grew. He probed with his tongue and she responded, tentatively at first,
but with increasing sensuality. Within moments they were kissing hard and deep,
her mouth hungry for his, their arms wrapped around each other, pulling them
close.

After what could have been minutes or hours he pulled away, leaving her panting
for more, opening her eyes to ask him not to stop. His hand moved to her shoulder
and she stretched her arms above her head to let him take off her t-shirt, her
firm breasts rising and pushing outwards, the points of her nipples becoming
prominent. But he didn't try to remove the garment. He simply ran his hand down
her side until it reached her bare midriff. Gently, he lowered her back to lie on
the bed and then, his eyes never leaving hers, he started to undo the buttons on
her jeans, slowly, one at a time. She suppressed a moan as he pulled them off
along with her sneakers. Her legs seemed incredibly long, but were perfectly
proportioned to her slim, athletic body.

Caitlin was now adorned only with her skimpy white t-shirt and panties. Declan
took his time, sliding his hands over every exposed inch of her warm, creamy skin
before eventually returning to her grateful mouth with his lips and tongue. Then
he began to work his way down. Around her neck, her shoulders, and then onto her
breasts, kissing her through the thin material.

"Oooh, yes," she groaned, her body squirming as she enjoyed the exquisite
sensation of his tongue flicking over her hard nipples.

He lingered for a time, teasing and rubbing and squeezing, without ever venturing
underneath her t-shirt. Eventually he started to go lower, onto the smooth, toned
flesh of her stomach, pausing to give some special attention to her navel that
made her gasp in delighted surprise. He passed over the narrow strap of her
underwear as he continued across to her hip and then down onto the top of her
tender inner thigh. Caitlin groaned and groaned as she felt him getting slowly
closer and closer to that intimate place, the place that was burning with a
feeling stronger than she'd ever experienced before.

At last, Declan allowed his gaze to rest fully on her panties. The white cotton
was already soaking wet from her intense arousal and he could see her tensing
sporadically at the prospect of his touch. He noticed something he hadn't
expected and glanced up at her face.

"Have you shaved down here?" he whispered.

She shook her head, looking confused and anxious. "No. Why? What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he reassured her gently, "I just wondered."

He focused back between her slightly parted legs and marvelled at her naturally
hairless crotch. He lightly brushed it with his fingers. Her body jerked and she
let out a sharp breath as all her worries evaporated. He touched her again,
pushing slightly into her crack, seeing a spasm ripple through her body and
hearing the cry of ecstasy escape her lips. And then he lowered his head and
licked, tasting her through the fabric.

"Uuuuh," she breathed loudly, already feeling herself approaching the edges of
orgasm, "Uuuuh. Please ... "

She flexed her body, lifting her hips, trying to push herself harder onto his
mouth, desperate for more of the indescribable pleasure he was giving her. But he
pulled back, deliberately, resisting the passion that gripped them both, letting
the heat inside of her build up in frustration.

"We could slow down a bit," he suggested softly, not really wanting her to agree,
knowing she wouldn't, "It'll last longer that way."

"No," she groaned, still trying to control her fervent desire, "Please ... please
... just keep going."

Her voice was husky, sexy, irresistible, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He
moved to kneel at her feet, reached up and, with one motion, pulled her panties
down and off. Caitlin exhaled sharply, her outstretched arms pressed down on the
bed, her fingers clawing at the sheets in exhilaration. Without thinking, she
spread open her legs, bent at the knees, exposing her smooth mound and the moist,
pink folds of her slit.

He moved in and started to lick her again, exploring the slick entrance to her
passage and tentatively sucking at her clit. She grabbed the back of his head,
her breathing getting faster and heavier, crying out at the sheer bliss. Feeling
the pressure of her hands, he slid his tongue inside her and immediately felt the
shudder in her legs as she thrust her hips up again into his face. This time he
didn't pull back but probed deeper.

"Uuuuuuh. Uuuuh," she moaned, grinding herself against him, aware that she was
only seconds away from climaxing, "Yes ... yes, that's so good ... oh, yes ...
don't stop ... please, don't stop ... uuh, uuuh ... please ... yes, yes ...  Yes.
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuoooooh."

Caitlin thrashed her body wildly as she came and the breath exploded loudly from
her lungs. The acuteness of the pleasure that threatened to engulf her was almost
unbearable. She couldn't do anything except yield to it, revel in it, feel it
pulsate deep inside her, let it take her all the way into its loving embrace. It
seemed to take forever to subside, while she continued to move weakly in response
to the tingling he was still creating between her legs.

***

Sarah Rainmaker rolled over in bed for what seemed like the hundredth time and
pressed her head down against the pillow. It was no good. She couldn't sleep. As
much as she hated to admit it, the events of the previous day had affected her in
ways she had never expected, and she just couldn't relax. She sighed bitterly,
flung off the simple white sheet that covered her naked body, and reached out to
switch on the lamp. Swinging her legs off the bed, she sat up and held her head
in her hands. It was pointless staying here. She needed to go somewhere else, do
something, anything, to keep her occupied and stop her feeling so restless.

Sarah rubbed at her eyes as they quickly became accustomed to the dim light.
Standing up, she stretched slowly, with unconscious sensuality, trying to loosen
the tenseness in her muscles. Then she grabbed a thin robe from where it had
fallen on the floor, slipped into it, and headed out of her room towards the
computer lab.

Of course, it was empty at this time of night. That was fine. She didn't bother
switching the lamps on, either. She liked it dark. Sarah sat down at a terminal
and worked for a few minutes to set up her favourite program, the glow from the
monitor screen illuminating her dark, beautiful features as she smiled slightly
in anticipation. When she was finished she walked over to one of the VR immersion
chambers, climbed inside and lay down. The cover hissed shut as she pressed a
button at her side, and she felt the headgear automatically move into place
around her temples. She pressed another button, saw the laser scanner track down
her body, felt the surge and jolt of an electric shock, and fell into blackness.

When Sarah opened her eyes she was in paradise. Her bare feet were standing on
the soft grass of a tropical rain forest clearing. Everything was perfect. The
sound of the waterfall. The deep pool of rippling water. The dense trees and
foliage all around, the canopy of leaves filtering the light so that only a few
brilliant sunbeams penetrated the shade. The gentle, warm breeze that caressed
her skin. The colours and the spicy, exotic smell of the flowers and plants that
seemed to be everywhere. Sarah breathed deeply as her senses drank it all in.

She crossed the clearing to stand at the edge of the large pool and gazed into
the crystal clear depths. Then she let her robe fall around her feet and sprang
forward in a graceful dive, her perfectly-toned body breaking the surface of the
water cleanly. She came up for air, gasping with exhilaration, and then
immediately dived again, revelling in the shock of the colder water as it flowed
over her totally exposed flesh. Sarah lost all track of time as she swam, losing
herself in the experience.

Eventually, she headed back to the spot she had started from and climbed out to
stand on the grass beside her discarded robe. The clearing was warm and humid
and, as she stretched her arms upwards, pulling her rounded breasts taut, she
smiled as the breeze returned to whisper against her cool, wet body.

Sarah ran a hand down over her chest, her stomach, and around her hips to squeeze
the inside of her thigh. Then, uninhibited, not even thinking about what she was
doing, she shifted her touch to the soaking black snatch of hair between her
legs. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. Her fingers slid further down and
she began to tease herself with small stroking motions. Trembling with pleasure
as one of her long fingers entered inside, she felt her legs buckling and she
dropped to her knees. Leaning forward to support herself with her free arm, her
back arching as she assumed the sensuous position, she continued to moan quietly
as she sent tingles of ecstasy rippling through her body. Her breathing grew
faster. She probed deeper and deeper. She rubbed harder. Her moans became more
and more excited as she gradually brought herself towards climax. She was close,
closer, closer, and then she came, the pleasure like a soft explosion inside her.
She threw her head back, flexing her body, and let out a long, quivering sigh of
satisfaction. Then, unable to stay on her hands and knees, she collapsed to the
grass. Her eyes still closed, she lay there as her breathing slowed. It didn't
take long for her to fall asleep.

***

Roxanne Spaulding lay back in her bed and fumbled around for the remote control.
Finding it under her blanket, she waved it in the direction of the TV and pressed
the 'off' button. She was struggling to keep her eyes open and was much too tired
to watch another late night movie. The picture flared white for a moment and then
shrank down to a white dot that faded away gradually, leaving her room in
darkness. Roxy dropped the remote at the side of her bed, pulled the blanket
around her, and squirmed around to get comfortable.

Breathing softly, peacefully, it wasn't long before she started to dream. She'd
had the same one for the last two nights now - not that she was complaining. It
was exactly the kind of dream she liked.

She was shopping in a huge mall, filled with hundreds of shops that sold
everything she could ever imagine wanting. And, of course, she had a credit card
that never seemed to run out. She was wearing a short, summer dress with a
bright-coloured pattern that nicely complimented the purple fringe of her hair,
and a collection of carrier bags swung from her arms as she walked happily
through the busy mall.

This time, she became aware that there was a difference to the recurring pattern,
though. She suddenly spotted a lingerie shop that hadn't been in any of her
previous dreams, and she headed over to take a closer look at the window display.
There were several life-like mannequins, all dressed in a variety of sexy
underwear. Roxy stared at them appraisingly, biting at her lower lip, and then,
with an impish grin, impulsively decided to go in.

She wandered around for a while, browsing through the racks and stands of
delicate garments, wondering whether she would buy anything.

"Can I help you with anything?" a male voice came from behind her.

Roxy spun around and found herself facing a young man dressed in casual jeans and
a badged t-shirt that served as the shop's uniform. He was what was usually
described as medium build, with untidy, short blonde hair, dark blue eyes, and a
friendly, attractive face.

She blinked at him and then hit him with a cute smile. "I don't know," she said,
"Do you think any of this stuff would suit me?" She struck a pose, inviting him
to consider her perfect, petite figure.

He looked her up and down admiringly, and returned her smile. "I think the only
problem might be finding anything here that could possibly make you look any
better than you do now."

Roxy beamed at his blatant flattery, not in any doubt that he was at least half
serious.

"What about this?" he asked, reaching passed her to pick up the pale pink, satin
shift she'd almost convinced herself to buy already.

"Well, maybe," she flirted, "I might be able to decide if I could see what I
looked like in it. Do you have anywhere I could try it on?"

"Follow me," he said, leading her towards the back of the shop. His expression
was amused, but every time her eyes met his she could see that he understood the
signals she was sending him.

He showed her into a spacious cubicle with plain walls, a single chair, and a
full length mirror.

"Will this do?" he asked.

"This'll be fine," she replied, moving closer to him before he turned to leave,
"But why don't you stay for a little while. I might need some help."

She pushed the door shut and then, rising onto her tiptoes, planted her lips
firmly onto his mouth. He didn't seem surprised by the action, and joined in the
kiss as he held her slim waist to support her. Their lips were constantly moving,
their tongues flicking and curling around inside each other's mouths. Roxy sighed
with satisfaction and rising passion.

Seconds later, she let out a delighted squeal as his hands slid down and squeezed
her ass, pressing her against him. She kissed frantically all around his neck,
his grip on her driving her wild.

Eventually, desperate for more, she pushed him back towards the chair and
straddled his lap as he sat down, her head now above his, their lips never losing
contact. She had to suppress a moan of excitement as one of his hands slid around
her thigh and under her short skirt. Roxy was all too aware of the fact that she
wasn't wearing any underwear but she still quivered reflexively as his fingers
stroked the surface of her sex. The lightest, most tentative touch was enough to
send a wave of tingling pleasure surging through her body.

After only a moment, though, with incredible restraint, he stopped and his hand
retreated. She broke off her kiss with a moan of disappointment, until her
attention was diverted to the fact that her light summer dress was being gathered
and pushed up and finally off over her head. She leaned back and let him gaze at
her, displaying the slender curves of her naked teenage body to full effect as
she stood over him. Her small breasts were firm and pert, like teardrops of pale
flesh around her exquisite pink nipples. The small dark triangle between her legs
was trim and neat and barely hid her slit.

Roxy's mouth was open and she was breathing heavily in anticipation. An endless
second seemed to pass, neither of them touching the other, and then he reached
out and cupped her mound in his hand. She shuddered and groaned as his fingers
probed her wetness and his palm pressed against her soft pubic hair. Resisting
the urge to grab onto him, she had to concentrate to stay standing as she ground
herself down on his hand, thrusting and gyrating her hips in a slow, erotic
dance.

He didn't touch her anywhere else, but maintained the single point of contact
between their bodies, focusing all the pleasure she could imagine in that one
place. He rubbed her and squeezed her and slipped his fingers in and out of her,
seeing her body shake, hearing her breathless moans. She felt like she was on
fire, and it was getting hotter and hotter. She closed her eyes and begged him to
keep going. And it went on and on, and all she wanted was more. But then,
finally, she felt the heat like a detonation inside her, expanding to fill her
with burning ecstasy, her body convulsing in the wake of the most powerful orgasm
she had ever experienced. The sudden gush of her sexual juices spilled out over
his hand, running down her legs and dripping onto the floor. She had never come
as hard as this before, and the effort of trying to control her muscles and stay
on her feet was making it last longer than she had thought possible. She grit her
teeth and almost whimpered as he continued to massage her gently until the heat
faded and she could relax again.