#B-17 Between The Sheets : A Little Less Talk And A Lot More Action
# B-18 Between The Sheets: A Natural Woman (You Make Me Feel)
#B-19 Between The Sheets: After The Loving
# B-20 Between The Sheets: Afternoon Delight
# B-21 Between The Sheets: All You Need Is Love
# B-22 Between The Sheets: Another One Bit The Dust
# B-23 Between The Sheets: Another Somebody Did Somebody Wrong
# B-24 Between The Sheets: Are You Lonesome Tonight
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Do you get the general idea here? This is not exactly rocket science but it takes a certain kind of devilishness to engage in this nonsense. Once you catch on to the genius behind this great "get acquainted game " it will forever change how you look at jukeboxes.
These jukeboxes are not easy to find but they are still around - usually in dated bars and restaurants. Ideally you want a place that has these little 16" x 16" art-deco jukeboxes planted along the wall, one hanging in each booth.
Even today I love being in a red leather booth somewhere playing this game with an imaginary wit.
In real life, the opportunity to be such a blatant verbal slut doesn't occur that often except maybe when writing a V9 fantasy.
I first learned to love the "red leather booth" environment, when I played "JukeBox Trivia" with Dick Z. Yorkoff
His pudgy round face framed by his thinning blond hair was as unforgettable as his laugh. On this particular Saturday afternoon we were about to play fast and loose. Two sexy blonds (me and him immersing ourselves in a little tantalizing silliness that felt good. Willing participants in a game I call
"JukeBox Trivia".
Dick was cute and had a great smile - a twinkle in his light blue eyes. He was 27 years old and I was 21. I was impressed with this man of the world. He was sitting on the cutting edge of all the latest in computer science. Later I would meet other computer brains like him but he was the first. An IBM wiz-kid upward mobile unknowingly headed for Apple.
I remember him as one who reluctantly suppressed his sexuality in order to save his abundant energy;
girls in the office said they suspected he didn't date much because he was too busy trying to make it big.
I was impressed (some things never change).
Even though I secretly hoped he was one half of a love affair waiting to happen.
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Every day I would run into Dick in the one and only elevator in the McCoy Towers Office Building.
Dick was a gentle non-invasive "flirter" who liked to daily play with my mind while we traveled to and fro up and down the elevator. Being a man of the world, he probably knew what he was doing, but I certainly didn't. Believe it or not, I was indeed a "Babe in the woods".
Had I known all along that Dick's cock was continually throbbing underneath his kaki slacks I would have understood - but back then - I didn't even know big hard cocks existed or that they grew and then shrunk.
(In those days I could have shouted "Cock, cock, cock!" from the roof top and felt okay about it. The word had no meaning to me and at the very worst I associated it with roosters in the barnyard crowing "Cock-A-Doodle-Doo".)
Talk about dumb! Was there any girl alive in the entire world at twenty-one that was as naive as me? I could have been the poster girl for advertising the urgent need for formal sex education.
I was so naive that I thought it was the elevator ride up to the 15th. floor that was giving me cramps and dampened my panties every day. Actually, it was somewhat of a logical conclusion as everyday the juices did start to flow while riding in the elevator although in retrospect I realize it was because of Dick riding the elevator WITH me and not the elevator itself.
I had no idea that my body was trying to send me a message that it needed healthy outlets such as masturbation in lieu of sex with a man.
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Finally one day Dick and I ran into each other on a Saturday afternoon at the Terry House Cafeteria across the street from our mutually shared office building.
By coincidence Dick's company like mine had called him in to do some catch-up work. I planned to quit at noon after having lunch and then do some shopping at
the nearby department stores.
While in line tray in hand standing next to the cash register - I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning around I saw Dick's smiling face. He said:
"Hey Babe, may I join you? I promise to make you
laugh."
Giving him my best pretend bored look I replied:
"Sure, if you PROMISE to remain my elevator friend."
He smiled as if he understood replying:
"I UNDERSTAND, PRETTY LADY! I'M IN NO WAY PRESSURING YOU."
I wanted to hug him hard. So he
thought I was pretty did he?
Good news!
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I found a booth equipped with the mini
juke boxes and started looking through the selections
MENTALLY placing the words "BETWEEN THE SHEETS"
BEFORE EACH SONG TITLE".
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OMG HOW I LOVED THIS GAME!
Last Christmas Dick had alluded to this game during one of our daily elevator flirting sessions.
Recently, I had silently been playing the game alone at lunch and enjoyed doing it until the entire lower half of my body ached from laughing and getting sexually aroused.
Now this sweet little hunk who had initially placed his deviant game in the recesses of my mind, was about to join me. Sometimes fate is kind. As I sat there waiting for him I continued to flip through the choices at my finger tips - in this case the B's on the Jukebox.
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# B-25 Between The Sheets: Babe
# B-26 Between The Sheets: Baby I Need Your Loving"
#B-27 Between The Sheets: Behind Closed Doors
#B-28 Between The Sheets: Better Be Good To Me
#B-29 Between The Sheets: Born To Be Wild
#B-30 Between The Sheet: Breaking Up Is Hard To Do
#B-31 Between The Sheets: Burning Love
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Dick unloaded his tray and asked:
"Babe, Are you playing 'Between The Sheets' "
I told him:
"Sure, want to play with me?
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We had our work cut out for us. For the next 2 hours we laughed and joked and took turns coming up with our favorites. Eventually Dick shared with me that his Uncle Norm taught him this game when he turned sixteen.
According to his uncle it was very old game that HE had played as a teenage, but back then it was called "Under The Sheets".
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Dick's feet had been actively playing with mine for the last hour under the booth. I was getting pretty worked up. Hot actually.
When he got up to go to the restroom he leaned over and kissed me passionately. I responded back the same not caring if anyone saw us or not.
When he got back he kissed me again, sat down and slipping off his shoe, he began massaging my leg up and down as he softly explained:
"Babe, I have another game called "Sex Fantasy Casino". My apartment is not far from here. How about coming over and letting me teach you how to play it? It's fun and you will love it."
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We took the rest of the afternoon off playing games on his bed. For every game he had a different dark green sheet that had a game layout printed on it in yellow red, and purple. One for poker, one for roulette, and one for craps.
Our fun from lunch began all over again as we reviewed the "adults only" video that demonstrated how to play the casino fantasy games.
After we had put the roulette "sheet" on to his mattress we spun the wheel a few times, declared ourselves winners and cashed in our chips. The dice were loaded and so were we on one glass of wine and each other.
It was then he said,
"Babe I have one more game, one more sheet you are going to want to see..."
It was then that he showed me the brand new sheet. One the front of its package it read "Bondage Sheet".
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Giggling we stretched it on to the bed. It was something else. It had ties sewed on to it for your ankles and wrists and there was a body outline embroidered in to the fabric that showed you where
to place your body.
We didn't need an instruction video on how to understand THIS game. It was intuitive to say the least.
I insisted that he go first.
I undressed him and tied his ankles and then I tied his wrists. Next I undressed like I imagined a stripper might. As he watched me his magnificent cock stood straight up and soon he begged me to stroke it as he could not with his hands tied down.
He pointed over to his bag of toys where he told me to take out a cock ring. He added that not only was it a cock ring but vibrating cock ring. He explained to me how it worked and said I would really like it.
I slipped it down around him and turned it on. Dick moaned in pleasure feeling my hand on him. Then I lowered myself all the way down upon his engorged cock all the way up to the top of his shaft where the ring around him steadily vibrated against my clitoral.
Dick laid there helpless on his back with his legs spread - me sitting on him like a cowgirl riding his cock and watching it pump up my puffy pussy and massaging my clit together. I wanted him to see and feel as much of me as possible. He followed my actions and helped me respond to his every move by thrusting his hips upward. I'd make it rougher or softer depending on his moaning and according to what he says and how tightly he struggles with the ties that bind him until at last he yells out:
"Babe I can't last like this it feels too good...."
It did for me too and drove me completely over the edge right at the same time his juices let loose inside me. Collapsing on his chest I reached over and untied his wrists and he untied his own ankles.
We lay together silent at last - content with our successful day of playing all the games he taught me to love.
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