Rock happy people were having outrageous fun dancing and squirting foam at each other as Wild On E host Jules Asner wrapped up an episode of her show Wild On E! Miami. The camera panned out to the wild and exciting scene before it cut to a close up of someone pushing down his shorts and baring his ass.
“Whew! I’m out of here,” Jules muttered brushing off some foam that caught her white mini dress with dragon prints as she bounced off from the scene. She felt a slight headache as she walked up to the bar and hopped over a stool and asked for a bottle of Evian from the bartender. A cold bottle and a glass appeared at the counter. While sipping the water, a guy walked up to her and put an elbow on the counter. “Hi Jules! Remember me?”

“I’m sorry, I…” Jules voice trailed off trying to make out who the guy was. He was a handsome guy wearing a form-fitting shirt hanging out over dark jeans and smelling pleasantly.

“High School, Tempe, Arizona.” A beat. “Reynolds. Spurt Reynolds,” the guy said getting close to her ears to make himself be heard on top of the din in the club.

“Spurt… Oh yeah, I remember now.” Jules perked up.

“Jules, you look heavenly beautiful. I’m very delighted to see you. Been a long time,” he said taking a seat next to hers. Spurt grinned his charming best allowing his eyes to take a brief glimpse of her thighs almost getting all out from her short dress.

“Yeah, yeah, been a long time. It’s great to see you again too,” she nodded looking surprised. They shook hands.

“I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you instantly. Must have been my little headache here. So what are you doing here?

“Well, got a convention at The Four Seasons Hotel. I work for Firestone and when I learned that you’re covering this place, I dashed over here to see you. I’ve been a fan of yours, even way back in High School.”

“No kidding. You dated all the girls I know back then and you never asked me even once.”

“I was really shy then.”

“How come you’re not shy to date them?”

“Well, actually they asked me, not really for a date but for doing their math homework. Some of them treated me later to movies. You know both of us then were called mathletes, remember?”

She nodded.

“Pernov, please, on the rocks,” he signaled the barman.

“How’s Chrissie, she’s your girl right?”

“Not really. She’s now married to her professor in college and they have two kids now. I wasn’t really cut out for her.”

“Now I’m really curious as to how you became to be known as Spurt. Your name’s Robert, right?”

“Long story. Actually I hated it during those years. It had been a stigma, which later on I learned to accept. It’s got a funny ring into it I know but I’m kind of used to it”.

“Tell me the story. There was something going around then that I couldn’t seem to make out, I was such a nerd then.”

Spurt swallowed his drink and hissed a little, then he held her by the elbow and whispered to her: “Tell you what. Why don’t you come with me. I have a big motorcycle outside and we go to my hotel? It’s kind of private and peaceful there. This place is maddening.”

“I have a headache and a plane to catch tomorrow morning,” Jules said touching lightly her temple.

Spurt reached from his pocket a small vial opened it then shook out a tiny brown pill onto her open palm. “Here take this, it’s good for headaches. I assure you that your headache will be gone in seconds flat.”

“Ow, really?” She put the tablet in her mouth and washed it down her throat with water.

“Are you carrying this wonder drug of yours with you all the time?”

“I have to. Every girl I ask to come with me tells me she has a headache. So I searched for the best headache cure and found this –I called it S.O.B.A. Spurt Out your Blues away. It is packed with various amazing herbs to blow whatever headache you have in pronto. If it goes away, come with me and I’ll tell you about Spurt.”

She lifted the back of her hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh but she couldn’t help it. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make fun of your name,” she said chuckling.

“Well, it’s alright. I believe it draws more curiosity than Burt Reynolds could get from women.”

“Aha,” still giggling.

After a little while, Jules pepped up. “Gosh, I completely forgot I had a headache. I feel better now. Where did you get that?”

“See, come now, I’ve got more to tell you.”

Shortly thereafter, they were on Spurt’s big Yamaha Royal Star retro-cruiser threading the boulevard to his hotel. Jules was as happy as a clam. Spurt parked the machine at the hotel’s indoor parking floor, removed their helmets and headed to a private elevator.

In the elevator, Jules surveyed herself on the wrapped around wall mirror and she couldn’t believe how ravishing she looked. It surprised her too that she was truly horny. After breaking a casual affair with someone six months ago and no sex thereafter, well it’s not on her priority list though, but on the other hand, she’s not suited for a life of celibacy either.

“Gee, you look so sexy in your dress,” Spurt said flicking his eyes over the puffy cleavage displayed by the cowl neckline of her dress and right across her hips between her legs a nice mound was duly emphasized by the stretchy fabric. A few inches below came her long smooth and bare legs that carried her 5′10′ curvy figure. She was absolutely gorgeous.

“I can mirror myself into your glassy eyes,” she said dripping more of her sex appeal by arching her back, pointing one knee forward as her hands took support upon the brass bar that run across the sides of the elevator.

Spurt lost no time showing his intention as he pressed closer to her, feeling the luster of her hair with the back of his fingertips. Jules’ heart was beating faster, wild in anticipation as his lips neared hers. He initiated a kiss to her lips and she welcomed him with spunk and spirit. Her face blushed and her lingual organ began to play in such a way she never realized that she could do inside an elevator. The way their lips tangled showed how hot they instantly became with each other. Jules was surprised at the sudden wildness blooming in her. Wild and uninhibited as contrary to her often conservative behavior in public.

“Hmm, what are we doing Spurt?” She asked in a low voice as she gasped for air.

“Kissing enjoyably I suppose. Our destiny have finally crossed paths,” he murmured. Jules was wordless. What mattered was she felt incredibly aroused. Spurt could sense her well enough. When she half-closed her eyes and parted her lips slightly, Spurt captured her lips again. As they kissed sensually and intensely, Jules let his lover of a hand skimmed its way down the curves of her body and palmed that soft mound that her wicked sexy dress clued in. He cupped the soft heap of the mound firmly and a muffled groan came out of her lips as they kissed wetly.

Just as he was savoring that intimate area under his palm and venturing further by slipping his hand under her dress the elevator door opened on the 27thnd floor. The touch swiftly radiated pleasure all over her body and she realized then that she was ready for anything. Only Spurt had brought out this boldness in me. I wonder how I’ll be able to handle this wild thing that is suddenly coming out of me. Jules thought as he led her into his room.

The hotel room window looked out to a splendid view of Biscayne Bay and part of the cityscape. It was a full moonlit night and its glow entered through the window fascinating Jules like a child in awe. “Oh it’s beautiful here!” she exclaimed nestling her knees onto the cushioned sitting area by the window. She had her legs curled underneath her and hugged a cushy pillow against her. She thought that this was the night and the moment that lovers dream of.

“Hey let me take off your sandals so you’ll be comfortable,” Spurt said. “Oh I was about to,” she said giggling a bit. “Please, let me,” Spurt urged and she gave in. When she offered her legs to him he saw a sleek view of her nude-colored panties. Cool under a raging erection he untied her high-heeled strappy sandals and felt the softness of her bare skin legs.

“I’ll open this bottle of wine,” he said lifting the Merlot out from a wicker basket and stood to retrieve the wine opener from the top of a cabinet housing cold beverages. She watched him opened the bottle and poured small amounts into the glasses and then turned to walk over to her and handed her a glass.

“Cheers!” he said holding up the glass. Cheers to us,” she said raising her glass and clinking it with his. They sipped the wine and sighed at its full-bodied taste.

“Hey, what’s that fruit there on the bowl?” She asked pointing some pieces of orange-colored, olive-shaped fruit.

“Oh this?” he said picking one. I forgot its name. It came from the Philippines. If you eat one, anything you take in your mouth next will taste sweet. Take the bitter grapefruit for instance after you eat this and it’ll taste sweet.”

“No kidding?”

“Yeah. Try it. It’s fantastic,” Spurt said handing a piece to her and then took one into his mouth, chewing it and spitting the seed onto his palm.

Jules picked it from his hand. She closed her eyes and chewed it like Spurt did. “Hmmm, strange taste.”

Jules looked around and nothing changed, her vision is quite normal. But her desire became keen and there was indescribable hotness between her legs. “But the after taste is good though,” she said as she watched Spurt switched on the stereo equipment in the room and a Santana music came on but he set in on a low volume. When she sipped at her wine again, the taste was somewhat transforming and she thought that the fruit is working at its promise.

“Alright tell me the Spurt story,” she said. Spurt sat next to her knees and swept his eyes from her long beautiful legs to her lovely face. His smile not only conjured his readiness to tell his story but also the feeling of euphoria that he was unbelievably facing his dreamgirl.

“Hey, you promised me a story, Spurt,” she reminded him. Spurt broke his gaze at her and turned his face across the room lifting his chin upward to recollect his thoughts.

“It was my friend Bernie who created the moniker after I told him of my date with Chrissie,” he started.

“Aha, ok,” she said putting the wine glass to her lips sliding the rim across her tongue.

“Chrissie and I went on a date at a drive–in movie. We hit if off so good that in no time at all we were kissing and going into heavy petting. It was my first time and hers also and we were really very excited. When the heat of our passion had gone to boiling point we crawled into the back seat of her dad’s Mustang to consume our desires. She had already slipped her panties beneath her nice summer dress and I was ready to enter her when suddenly I popped out. It was an embarrassing moment for me. I pre-ejaculated, know what I mean?”

“Yeah, and then?”

“I don’t know what to say. I spurted all over and she laughed. When we dated the next time, the same thing happened again. Then I tried Carol who had the hots on me and it happened again. The others followed and nothing had changed. When you were the only one left, I couldn’t bring myself to date you. Because I thought it might also end up that way. I was mad at myself already ‘cos all my friends have lost their virginity except me. Though the other boys grew envy at me because they thought I was getting all the girls, the more I felt so frustrated that I stopped dating to the point that I began avoiding girls. When it was telling time among my buddies I simply kept quiet or changed the subject.” Spurt paused to sip his drink, then continued. “Until I opened up to my best bud Bernie and told him the truth. He called me Spurt, until the others heard it and started calling me Spurt that humiliated me more. I became mad at Bernie and challenged him to a fist fight. I knocked him down but later on I felt sorry. I am really Spurt ‘cos that’s the way it was. It happened all the time even if I only watched those dirty movies.”

Spurt moved closer to Jules and she draped one leg of hers over his.

“Then what?” Jules said. Spurt placed his hand over her leg and his fingers made small kneading on her inner thigh. He wanted to crawl his hand under her dress but he hesitated putting it on hold as that would suffice for the moment.

“I was still a virgin until I was 22. Before that I became depressed over my manhood– overly down and hopeless — I decided to end my life by jumping off the bridge,” he said heaving a sigh. And then he removed his hand from her thigh and joined his other hand to clasp the back of his head while leaning on the thick glass of the window.” Jules pressed her side to him and his arm wound to the back of her shoulders. He continued. “So I went up to Queen’s Bridge and started saying goodbye to my loved ones in my thought. I climbed up the railings and there I stood on the edge, feeling the wind blowing hard on my body, inducing me more to go and jump, end my useless life quickly. Just when I was about to jump, I heard a booming voice called out to me: Don’t! Don’t move! I turned to look from where the voice came from. A bearded oriental man in white robe was running up to me his hands flailing anxiously, his robe flying around his back.

“Hey, hey son don’t do that. Here grab my hand.”

“I said, Jeez who was this man and I froze and got scared, because he looked holy to me. He got those penetrating eyes that I lost control of myself and started obeying his command.

At this instance, Spurt squeezed her shoulder. Jules cast her eyes down his crotch and wondered if he was already nursing an erection. Spurt went on and she removed her leg on him and replaced it with her hand.

“The long-haired swami told me to hop into his car. He introduced himself as a tantric master. His name was Harem Skarum Daruka from India and he was able to convince me to open up to him about my problem. When I told him all about my misery he told me not to be hopeless for it is a simple problem. “I will help you, my child. You will not only overcome your problem but you will also be a good lover,” Spurt narrated imitating Harem’s Indian accent.

“So I got into this world of tantric yoga, learning the rudiments of breathing techniques through what they call my “inner flute” or the lingam, that “wand of light” between my legs, and yoni was the “cosmic womb” my wand was suppose to illuminate”.

“So what really is the essence of this tantra?” Jules asked.

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