I shrugged out of my bath robe, and it was then his tear streaked face seemed to show the first sign of real interest since we entered the bathroom. He stared openly and seemingly fascinated at my chest. I’m not furry like a bear or anything, but my chest is covered in light black hair all over. It’s a bit denser around my navel, and a trail down to my pubic area, but that’s it. It seemed to fascinate him, though, and like he wasn’t even thinking, he reached up and lightly touched the hair, just brushing over it without touching my skin. Now it was my turn to shiver and very visible goosebumps erupted all over my body. My cock gave a slight jerk and I had to swallow hard to regain some composure. He didn’t even seem to notice my reaction and just stood there touching the hair gently. I let him touch until the tub was full and I had to lean over to turn off the water.
I told him to get in. He did so without arguing and just sat there looking miserable. I tilted his head back on the edge where I had placed a towel, and he did so with a sigh and closed his eyes. He seemed resigned to whatever I had in mind, so I went to work. I soaked a washcloth and gently washed the tears off his face. Then I soaped up the cloth and washed his shoulders, his neck, his upper chest and arms. I took my time, and miserable as he seemed, he didn’t object. When I had washed everything that wasn’t under water, I got him to stand up and slowly washed him down. I avoided his pubic area for a while, but when I did get there I took my time. I never touched him there with my hands, only with the washcloth. His cock had been hard again for a while and it throbbed a little as I slowly washed it, but as he had just come, it seemed he wasn’t about to shoot again right away. He looked away when I washed him. Like he was unwilling to look at himself. It stung my heart a little, but only made me more determined to get him through this. When he was washed over with soap, I rinsed him off and sat him down in the water again. I then stepped out of my pants and climbed in behind him. He seemed a little disconcerted by my obvious arousal, but I settled him between my legs and tilted him back, so he was leaning against my shoulder, and after a few minutes he finally started to relax.
He was warm, clean and settled. I enjoyed the closeness for a while more before I thought it was time for my planned shock treatment. I locked my arms over his chest so he couldn’t move and said clearly into his ear:
“You are so sexy.”
He flinched and tried to move, but I held him close and talked on.
“You are beautiful. You are amazing. You are so incredibly hot you make my mouth water.”
He wiggled and I heard a new sob.
“You smell fantastic. You are so adorable when you blush. You have the most delicious body I’ve seen in ages.”
He sobbed again and I heard him whimper something like:
“No… don’t…”
But I wasn’t about to stop.
“You are so young and tasty I can’t believe you want an old fag like me even touching you. But I have you now, right where I want you my little, sweet thing.”
He shivered again in the hot water, and as he strained against my arms, I saw the tip of his cock breaking the surface, looking to the ceiling.
“I’m gonna make you moan with pleasure. I’m gonna see your skin flush as I kiss you all over your glorious body. I’m gonna kiss you until you beg for mercy and then I’m gonna stop until you beg me for more.”
He sobbed harder but wasn’t trying to get free anymore. I kissed his neck and gave him the final punch.
“And when I think you’ve begged enough, I’m gonna pop your tasty little cherry and I’m gonna fuck you, until you’ve come at least three times all over my sheets. And when you think you don’t have any more cum to give, I’m gonna make you come again in my mouth and I’ll drain you for every last lustful drop.”
He whimpered and I saw white pearls erupt from his cock just below the surface of the water. Glorious. I savoured the sight and pinched his nipples just above the water level. He sucked air in between his teeth and I thought we were about ready for the next step. I rinsed the remaining soap off the both of us, before stepping out and draining the water from the tub. He just stood dripping where I left him on the small rug in the middle of the room. His eyes were red from crying, but his face had a slight glow to it, a glow that the first release didn’t seem to have brought on. It looked like things were going the right way. But we weren’t done yet.
I had a full length mirror on the back of my bathroom door, and I placed him in front of it, wet and naked. I put his glasses on, so he could be in no doubt that it was time to use his eyesight. He kept his eyes closed, not wanting to look at himself, but I just stood behind him and held him there until he finally opened his eyes. He frowned at his body and slouched forward, maybe to trying to hide, but I put my hand on the small of his back, and forced him to stand straight. This made his semi-hard cock the thing closest to the mirror, and as I saw his eyes drift down his own image, he paused as he came to it, looking almost disgusted before he closed his eyes tight and a single tear squeezed out. This was the really hard part, I thought. I know it could go terribly wrong, but I was sure I could make this angel appreciate his body just a little more before I was done with him.
I had bombarded his hearing, now it was time for his sight. I stepped in close behind him and when he opened his eyes again I locked my gaze with his in the mirror over his shoulder.
“Look at you”.
I brought my hands around him and lightly scratched his belly.
“Look at this beautiful young man. Look at this flawless skin. This lovely chest. These sweet nipples.”
I squeezed them gently as I mentioned them. He gasped and his eyes snapped shut. I let my hands trail every inch of his body that the mirror showed and talked him through every delicious inch. At first he kept his eyes shut, but eventually, he couldn’t help but watch the progress of my hands over his moist skin.
“Look at your perfect hips. One swing with those and no man could say no to you. Look at your legs. The slender thighs and calves. Just look at them. And your feet. These feet were made to be tickled.”
And as I said so, I lifted up his left foot and ran a single finger underneath. He pulled back his foot and I thought I saw a shadow of a smile across his face. Yes, we were getting there. But I suspected the hardest part was still to come. I stood up and cupped his face with my hands from behind.
“Look at your eyes. Just look at them. How deep they are. How bright. But they will be brighter. Oh yes. I will make them shine tonight. And your lips. My God, look at your lips! Those sensual lips. They can have no other purpose than sliding over a man’s cock. And if lady luck smiles on me, I will see that later.”
I trailed a finger over his lips and they parted slightly. He let out a deep sigh as I ran my finger over his lower lip. Then he surprised me by suddenly sucking my finger into his mouth. I wasn’t prepared for it and i couldn’t help but moan right next to his ear. I felt him shiver. He let his tongue dance over my finger for a while more, before pulling off and kissing it gently. Holy cow… if this was anything like what he would do to me later, all my famous self control would be right out the window. But now for the grand finale. I sent a silent prayer for strength to some higher power, before reaching down and cupping his balls with one hand and held his hard-again cock in my other. He had shut his eyes again. He clearly didn’t want to look at this. But I intended to force him to face it - to realize how delicious he was. Every last bit of him.
“My sweet young virgin. Look at what I have in the palm of my hand. Just look at it. Look at it and see what I can do with it.”
He drew in a sharp breath as I gently squeezed his balls and stroked his shaft a few times. It took all my self control to hold back now. I suddenly stopped still. We just stood there. Him, with his eyes closed and his hands balled into fists at his sides. Me, with his burning hot cock and balls in my hands. But I wouldn’t give him more before he looked.
“Just look at it. See what I can do with it.”
Still I did nothing. He tried to move so my hand would stroke him, but I squeezed my elbows tight to his sides, so he couldn’t.
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“Just look. Then there will be more. Look at it. Look at this beautiful cock. Look at that delicious head appearing when I stroke. Just look. Just look.”
He was sweating now and his nails were cutting into his palms as he clenched his fists, trying to fight the inevitable. But he was giving in. I felt it as sure as I felt the drop of pre cum dripping onto my hand from the tip of his cock. Finally his eyes snapped open and as soon as I saw it, I began stroking him.
I let him watch as his cock dipped in and out of my hand and as my other hand gently tickled and squeezed his balls. Now that his eyes were open, it looked like he was never going to close them again. He was staring mesmerized at my hands, which were doing every good thing to him I knew. And still I talked to him.
“Look how smooth the head is. See how it’s glistening with your pre cum. Look at it. Watch me spread all this wonderful liquid all over your cock head. Look at my thumb rubbing it in. Just look at it. Look at these luscious balls. Watch how they contract when I tickle them.”
He was gasping again and was leaning back towards me, which just made his wonderful slim cock even more obvious in the mirror. His eyes never left his groin now and I made the most of it - rubbing, stroking, tickling, squeezing; inducing the fantastic sensations I knew were completely new to him. At least, coming from someone else.
There was just one more thing to show him. In one swift move I removed my hand from his cock and lifted up his right leg. My other hand lifted up his balls and the mirror now revealed that little secret spot. I wondered if he had ever actually looked at himself like this. From the way his eyes widened and stared, I’d say not. His little brown knot stood out clearly against his white skin, and I must admit my self-restraint was quickly diminishing, as I watched and drooled. It took me some effort to get back on track for the last bit.
“Wow. Look at that sweet little cherry. My God, look at it. See how sweet and tight it looks. So sweet… so sweet. Oh how I’ll enjoy eating up that sweet little knot. Softening it up to make room for my cock. I can hardly wait.”
As a final touch I let my pinky on the hand that held his balls stretch in and just slide once over the knot. He moaned loudly and his eyes slid shut. I quickly squeezed at the base of his cock, and with a little skill and patience, I managed to hold back his impending orgasm.
He panted heavily - like he had just run a marathon - when I finally let him go. His knees were shaking and his cock was throbbing visibly. As I looked into his eyes, I finally saw what I had been waiting for. Blazing hot hunger. No longer hidden away under all his fears and doubts. He was no longer looking at himself. He was looking at me and positively x-raying me with his gaze. He turned away from the mirror and faced me. Now that I had made him face himself he was more than ready for what he’d really come for. Now it was time for him to act. I had done my part, for now.
I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. I headed slowly towards the bedroom and, without looking back, I sensed him following me. As I reached the bedroom door, I looked back at him and saw him staring hungrily at my ass. My cock lurched again and I was very happy to know that I would soon feel some release, myself. I went in and laid back on the bed with my hands behind my head.
He just stood there for a while, staring at me in the dim light. His lips were parted slightly and his heavy breathing was very visible as his chest widened immensely at each breath. I just waited. Rather impatiently, I might add, but I wanted him to take the step. And finally, he did. He very slowly crawled onto the bed towards me. His eyes were locked on my cock, which was now more or less purple from holding back. Just to tease him a bit, I wiggled on the bed, so my cock waved in front of his face. His eyes followed it from side to side and he looked like he was about to start drooling. Yes sir, we had arrived. He looked up at me once for some sort of confirmation and I hardly had time to nod encouragingly before he dove in.
I very nearly screamed as his hot mouth closed around my cock. He let his tongue explore my cock head and I let him do it. Frankly, after one look at his sweet lips around my rod, I would let him do anything to me for as long as he liked. Damn, he was hot! He explored and bobbed a little every once in a while and he was driving me out of my mind. I thought it was time to warn him as I felt my balls starting to tingle, but just as I was about to do so, he dove down quickly so my cock head bumped into the back of his mouth. At the same second he reached down and squeezed my balls and I was gone. There was simply no time to do or say anything before I erupted into his mouth roaring out my pleasure. When I felt the first spurt leave my body, I tried to let him know that it was alright to pull off if he wanted, but as he tasted it, he clamped his lips more tightly around my shaft, not letting a single drop escape his mouth. I gasped for air as spurt after spurt left me, and I saw little exploding dots before my eyes as he kept sucking my cock after the last was drained from me.
I felt him finally release my cock, and, after blinking furiously a few times, he swam into focus again, crawling up along my side. As soon as I had caught my breath again, I closed my arms around him and kissed him for all he was worth. I hungrily ate his mouth and he whimpered against my lips. I quickly slipped off his glasses and kissed his face all over. I heard him gasping for air as I moved downwards. I kissed, nibbled and scratched my way down… down… down. By the time I got to his belly button, I had to force myself to stop and let him collect himself a little. This time, he suppressed his release with no help from me. I looked down at him proudly as he sweated and panted, willing himself to calm down. I didn’t make it easy for him, however. I watched him lying there and let my eyes take in the whole glorious sight. At the same time, I licked my lips and stroked my semi-hard cock, letting him watch me while he tried to breathe more normally.
When I felt he was sufficiently relaxed again, I intended to go the rest of the way, if that was what he wanted. I crawled on top of him and kissed him with passion. Then I locked my gaze with his, feeling my heart thunder at the look in his eyes.
“Tell me what you want, Gorgeous.”
His eyes fluttered closed and he held me tightly. Then he looked directly at me and drove me wild, by saying quite clearly:
“I want you to take me. I want you to pop my cherry, to take my ass and fuck me silly. Please, please fuck me.”
He was begging me and I was so ready to give in. I dug out lube as fast as lightning and started to get him ready. I spread his legs and probed and felt him using plenty of the lube. But he had more surprises. After only a few seconds of the usual virgin tightness, he suddenly showed unusual skill in relaxing, and in no time at all he was ready.
From the second my first finger passed his rim, he was whimpering and moaning. I heard him gasping and gibbering all kinds of hot things while I worked him up. He was almost weeping with pleasure when I finally felt he was ready, and as soon as I popped my cock head inside, he shot an amazing load all over his belly. When he was done shooting, I took advantage of his relaxed state and slowly, but smoothly drove my rod into him to the hilt. He moaned and writhed under me and kept begging me for… I hardly knew what. He was gibbering incoherently as I steadily fucked him deeply. The only words that rang clearly through the room were:
“Please, please, please…”
His cock never went completely soft after his last climax, and it was a matter of a few minutes before he was sporting the same amazing hard-on, and building for another orgasm. I felt I had been pushing the truth a little when talking him to release in the bath, but I was starting to think it might actually happen. He seemed to have a lot more in him than I had thought a first timer would. Oh, he was a treasure. I made a mental note to thank David a million times next time I saw him, for serving this gem to me on a platter. A few more deep strokes and a couple of times hammering suddenly in to the hilt, and he came again. Not as much as before, but still plenty, considering what I had already drained from him today. In my opinion it was amazing indeed.
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I thought he might be needing a little rest after so much in such a short time, so I started to pull out. Before I made it all the way, however, he clenched his legs around me and forced me back in. He shook his head slightly, as if trying to clear his head, and pulled me down for a kiss. He attacked my mouth with all he had. What he lacked in technique, he made up for with enthusiasm. I felt him breathing very hard through his nose and the heat from his blushing face so close to mine. He was certainly waking up now. I felt a deep kind of joy watching him letting all his pent up lusts loose on me. Oh my. Lucky, lucky me. He scratched my back wildly as he bucked his hips towards me for more. I held back a little, trying to sweeten the experience for him, but he suddenly snarled at me and forced himself towards me, so my cock slid even deeper inside him. I didn’t think it was possible, but there it was. I couldn’t believe how this angel was turning demon right before my eyes. His eyes were glassy and sweat was running down his neck. As I bent down to lick it up, he grabbed my head and roughly forced my face up to look him in the eyes. He panted deeply for a second before growling, yes, growling at me:
“Fuck… me… now!”
I was taken aback, but my cock certainly wasn’t. I felt it twitch and so did he. He yelped and grabbed my ass so hard I thought it might be bruised. So I gave him what he wanted.
I lifted his legs to my shoulders and firmly grabbed his thighs. I pulled out, slowly, and enjoyed for a second watching him squirm, before hammering into him with all I had. He screamed so loud I feared I might have hurt him, but then he started screaming words at me that left no doubt what he wanted.
“YES, YES, YES, OH GOD YES!!!”
If I needed any more encouragement, this was certainly sufficient. I gave it everything I had and my own cock soon felt a little sore from the experience. Never-the-less, I felt myself tingle again and somehow he must have sensed it too, because he screamed, moaned, yelled and cried at me to come in him, to fill him up, to drench his ass in my seed. Then all thought was lost as I exploded in my second orgasm of the evening. I fell backwards a little and let out a roar of satisfaction, feeling the climax rushing through my body. And to top it off, I felt him clench tightly around me and the last thing I saw before collapsing was his hand grabbing his cock, squeezing it once and dripping out a few more drops of cum onto the puddle already sliding towards his chin.
The first thing going through my mind when I started to come around again, was that there might be something in the old rumors of going blind from too much sex. Truth be told, my vision was blurred for a while, until I got my breathing working properly again. Damn. Any more of that and I feared I might have a heart attack. I just lay there on the lower half of the bed with his legs over me for a while, listening to us both panting. When he moved his legs off and sat up, there was something different about him. As he swung round and crawled towards me, I realized what it was. He was trying to look sexy! And damn was he doing a good job! He rocked his hips slightly while licking his lips and crawling on top if me. I was stunned. Some lucky bastard was going to have a hard time pleasing him if he wanted this much every time. He sat on my waist and rested his elbows on my chest, while letting my cum drip out of him onto my groin. God, he was hot! He bent down and kissed me deeply and rubbed his cum over my belly with his still semi-hard cock. Damn would that monster never go down? I had to say something, as he clearly wanted more than I could provide right now. Must be an age thing but these two climaxes were my limit.
“I’m sorry Gorgeous, but this old man is too tired for more, right now.”
He pouted and tried to make a disappointed face, but he only succeeded in making his lips look fuller. My cock stirred feebly, before going slack again. Had I been ten years younger…
He licked my neck and was nibbling on my earlobe when I heard him breathe into my ear:
“You said you’d suck my cock after making me come three times…”
I groaned and was about to say something like ‘maybe later’, when he sat up and started stroking himself in front of me. He pouted again.
“Pretty please?”
He licked his full lips and gave me a look that clearly told me he wasn’t done yet. God, what had I unleashed?? He put on quite a show for me. Sitting on top of me, he stroked himself, pinched his own nipples and let out some low sounds of pleasure when playing with his balls and reaching further back. I saw his fingers disappear under him and, as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back with pleasure, I couldn’t pretend I didn’t want him him anymore.
My cock might not be up for more, but the little break gave me the energy I needed to go on. After all, didn’t I promise to suck his cock?
I quickly pulled him up to my face, feeling my own cum oozing from his ass all the way, and dove onto his cock. He sighed deeply and continued to pinch his nipples and lick his lips, while I worked on him. I gave it all I had, doing all the things I enjoyed myself and had him panting again in only minutes. Then my playful side emerged and I had an incredible urge to tease him. So I let his cock go and looked up at him.
“Tell me what you want and I’ll do it. Say nothing and I’ll do nothing.”
I licked my lips and gave him a little time to catch on. Then to my surprise he smiled wickedly and scooted an inch closer.
“Then lick my balls. All over.”
And I did. I felt his wet cock sliding over my nose while licking and I really regretted that my own was down at the moment. He was watching my every move and was obviously very hooked on this.
“Smell my cock. And squeeze my balls while you do it.”
I drew in the smell of him. Oh boy, was it sexy. When I squeezed his balls, he hissed as he inhaled sharply and bucked a little. He then leaned over my face and stood on his knees over me.
“Now take my cock, all the way down your hungry throat. Take it like you mean it!”.
I was close to responding something like ‘Yes Sir!’ but was saved by him plunging in. He gave me no time to adjust, but as this was something I had plenty of experience with, I managed it - to his immense pleasure. I hummed deep within my throat, causing him to gasp and rotate his hips. I treated him to every trick I knew of and when he started to hump my face mercilessly, I plunged two fingers up his still loose and slippery ass. He immediately screamed and his cock jerked violently in my throat. I felt not so much a spurt as a trickle, as he came once again.
I sucked deeply to get out the very last drops he had to give, and felt his arms shake under him. I reached up and held him under his arms, helping him roll off me and onto the bed. I could see his now deep purple cock clearly against his white skin, even in the dim light, and it was still throbbing visibly as he lay there panting. I thought he was absolutely beautiful in his afterglow. He was a delicate pink color across his face and neck and was covered in sweat all over. I just settled there on my side, watching him slide into sleep. When I heard a little snore from him, I spooned up behind him and covered us both with a blanket. I couldn’t sleep, so I just lay for maybe an hour watching him. He smiled and grunted, without waking up, and I was deliriously happy that I was the cause of that smile.
Suddenly I heard a distant phone ring. It wasn’t a tune I recognized, but before I could get up and investigate, Andrew stirred and woke up. When he heard the ringing he scrambled out of bed and ran for the phone I supposed was in his jacket in the hall. Even across the distance, I could hear an angry female voice yelling down the phone. Andrew gave mumbled replies to her rambling and hung up after a few minutes. When he came back into the bedroom, he sat gingerly on the edge of the bed and sighed deeply.
“My mum wants me to be home this instant. I hate still living at home.”
His voice was bitter, so I couldn’t help sliding up to him and kissing the back of his neck. He closed his eyes and melted back into me.
“I wish I could stay, but I really have to go. I didn’t tell mum where I was going and she’s having a fit.”
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He turned to face me and put his arms around me. He hugged me close and then looked deeply into my eyes. I was the one melting now.
“I wanna thank you so much for doing this for me. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
I saw tears in his eyes again and stroked his back gently while he talked on.
“I swear I’ll never forget this. It’s the most incredible thing that has ever happened to me and if you ever need anything, please call me. I’ll do anything for you.”
I was touched - but I knew what I wanted from him. So I told him.
“If you’ll do anything for me, then do this… Go home. Find a guy you like and fuck him silly every night like we just did. Never be ashamed of yourself. Never doubt you’re good enough. And call me when you find a guy. I want to be the first to know who’ll be lucky as hell.”
He blushed a deep red when I said this and I started to fear he had fallen for me. I was flattered, but didn’t want that for him. Besides, I was more than happy as a free man at this time. But he didn’t even look at me. He looked at his toes with a dreamy look in his eyes. When he looked up again, he beamed at me.
“I promise. But I already know who the lucky guy is. It’s David.”
At this, I couldn’t help but laugh and hug him to me. Oh, David was gonna have his work cut out for him. I didn’t even consider that David might not want Andrew. I knew David, and he was - as I said before - quite the horn dog.
After sitting for a while just savouring the hug, Andrew got off the bed. I smacked him playfully on the ass when he passed me, and he smiled at me in a way that could melt glaciers. When he was finally fully clothed again, we hugged and kissed in the hall. I hadn’t bothered getting dressed, and he gave my cock a fond squeeze before he left, his face shining like the ‘unwrapped diamond’ he was.
I’ll never forget that boy. Gorgeous.
The End
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California Love
“SUIT? Check. Cashmere sweaters? Check. Two pairs of heels? Check. Agent Provocateur play set? Check. Another boring all-work-and-no-play business trip? No check.”
This one was going to be different. This time, she had a different agenda- to finally consummate a relationship that should have been relieved a long time ago. They had been friends for some time now, ever since she moved out to California and they first met. He was there for her when she needed a friend so badly. The timing could not have been much worse, since she didn’t know any one else, was heavily involved with the woman of her dreams and it was her first day on the job. She desperately needed a ride home and she had to ask the guy that was training her. Luckily, he obliged. And in that moment, the attraction they felt for one another was undeniable. He was an Adonis in her eyes. He had boyish good looks and the body of a football player, which he kept from his glory days- an all-American type with a blondish brown crew cut hair, bright smile and strong, willing hands. And he was very, very charming. He was the type who could charm the pants off any one-male or female, but especially female. You just couldn’t deny him. And nor could she. So after years of messing around, being apart and being faithful, she decided to go for it.
He knew she would be in town for business, but he didn’t know exactly what that business was. She had told him that she’d be in meetings with vendors much of the day in San Francisco, but once done, at night, that they could meet up for drinks before heading out the next afternoon. He agreed since he hadn’t seen her in so long and since, truthfully, he wanted to see what could be done differently, this time. Before she left Sacramento, her and her girlfriend had stayed with him for a week, after they had sold the car and quit their jobs. He was a friend to them both, but for her, she was always interested in him as much more. But how could she act on it when 1) she’d had a girlfriend, 2) she wasn’t sure if he’d reject her on grounds of righteousness or unattractiveness and 3) even if it was all good, the chances of getting caught were so ripe? Once she saw the time winding down, she knew, albeit late, she had to say something.
On the first night at his place, while the girlfriend was preoccupied with video games, she had decided to have a soak in the hot tub. She invited them both but only he accepted the invitation. The girlfriend dismissed them to relax as she began plotting her next move- on him. She was so nervous that she could barely stop fidgeting, but once at the spa, she put it all on the line. She had on bathing suit bottoms but couldn’t find the top so she wore a matching push-up bra, instead, with a t-shirt on top. He looked at her as he took off his shirt and stepped into the tub. She knew what had to be done, so she pulled her shirt off, took off her glasses and stepped sexily into tub, keeping her eyes on him. She could see something in his eyes she had never seen before. The intensity behind his smile made her want to give in to all temptation. She wanted to give in to all of his sexual whims right then and there, but she had to pace herself. They talked, at first about benign things, but the topic quickly shifted to a more appropriate one-sex. She became bold.
“Do you think I’m attractive?”
“Yeah of course. Did you really have to ask?”
That was all she needed to hear. She moved closer to him. But he moved away. She moved closer again, but again, he moved away. She was getting frustrated fast.
“Why are you running away from me?”
“Hmmm…let me see…scared that your girl might come out here, that we might get caught by security. Gee, let me pick one!”
She tried to quell his thoughts but all he could think of was the possibility of her girlfriend catching them in the act.
“I just wish you had said something sooner.”
He’d had loved to take her in the pool or in the nearby exercise room, but for him, the possibilities were damning. So she gave up and retreated back to the apartment and her mundane routine for another day.
The following day was business as usual until mid afternoon when he decided that they all go for a drive to get out of the house. Once again, the girlfriend declined company and let the two go off in search of a good time. Once in the car, the conversation turned quickly to the task at hand. She asked if he’d had an idea of where they were going but he said he didn’t know where to stop. After driving around for a few moments, the pair pulled over to the side of the ride adjacent to an open field with picnic benches and a drainpipe. They talked at the tables, wondering how they were going to fulfill their desires but still pondering what could be dire consequences. They talked of the ways, the positions that would be most successful- quick and pleasurable. It was all too much for her, so she decided that since his conscience had suddenly popped up she would, once again, give up. Once in the car, she realized something- he couldn’t drive. He just sat there, parked.
“What’s wrong?”
“I want you so bad that I just can’t let this go,” as he struggled with his virtue and desires.
“Do you have protection?”
“No.”
“So drive to the store and get some,” she ordered.
He was fuming by this point and said, “It shouldn’t be this hard”.
She rubbed his leg and caressed his thigh, urging him onward, despite the facts. He fought himself from jumping on top of her, right then and there but he knew he could not any longer.
She reached over and began massaging his crotch as he moaned and began to tenderly kiss her soft lips. The only thing separating them was that damned driver’s console and their clothes. Their hands roamed and explored each other. They were panting like animals, pawing at each other as if it were their last. He squeezed her breasts in his hands and bent down to lick her nipple as she sighed for more. He reached into her pants and fingered her clit as she moaned in ecstasy. He inserted two fingers and began to fuck her. She wanted more and he could smell it-even taste it. She writhed and came all over his lovely digits with a release unheard of. He licked his fingers clean and savored the sweet, refreshing taste of his spoils. He wanted more- so much more, but he knew he could not. She urged him to pound her pussy and pull out but he wanted it all. He didn’t want to settle, though in a way he had already done so. Angry with himself, he shook his head and started the car. She wanted to taste him, too, but before she could even reach over again, they were on the road. With one hand on her thigh and the other the steering well, he cursed his stupidity at not carrying a condom. He cursed himself for letting his dick get him that far. He cursed himself for her telling him about her feelings so late in the game. And most of all, he cursed himself for caring so much about her that he didn’t want to be the one to ruin her already established relationship. And she knew it.
They rode in complete silence. When they finally pulled into his parking space at the complex, he turned off the car and just looked at her. She stared deeply into his eyes and knew what he was thinking. He kissed her passionately, one more time, and got out of the car. And that was it. In a few days, she was on a plane to NYC to never be seen again until this trip. She had a lot riding on it, but no matter what, in the end, she knew it would be worth it.
The moment she stepped off the plane and breathed in the bay air, she knew she had to find a way to come back, permanently. She never wanted to truly leave, but things got so hard she didn’t know how to stay either.
“Oh well. Can’t waste too much more time on regret,” she thought to herself. “Now was the time for making things happen.”
She was picked up by a company car and quickly whisked away to the meeting site downtown. Around 7pm, things began to wind down and she saw her opportunity for first contact, so she gave him a call. After a few minutes of light banter, the two decided to meet up downtown at a popular martini bar around 9pm. Since he was driving from San Mateo, he decided to leave a bit early to pick up the present he’d been waiting to give to her since she left. Once the meetings were officially deemed concluded and the vendors and company met at a crossroads, it was 8:30pm. So she made a mad dash for the ladies room to change and get freshened up for the big night ahead. She had the rest of her bags taken back to the hotel as she hailed a cab to take her to her destination. She was nervous but not in a fidgety way. She was nervous because she hadn’t seen him in so long she had hoped he thought she was still attractive. She was nervous about whether or not he would like her choice of outfit- charcoal mini dress with black leather platform boots that stopped at her knees. She was nervous as to whether he’d reject her again in honor of friendship. By the time she had worked through it all in her mind, she was at the bar.
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She stepped into a smoky, but cool scene- complete with banquettes and suits with pretty young things. So she decided to grab an empty booth and wait. Only a few minutes later did she find herself face-to-face with him. He stood before her, grinning, holding a small black bag with a white bow. She knew the bag very well and was surprised he was holding it for her. They hugged and kissed on the lips. Then they sat down together to get reacquainted. After all of the stories, she suddenly realized that he had yet to present the bag to her.
“So, when do I get my present,” she asked coyly.
“I told you it had to be done right. And this is right.” He handed it to her as she peeked inside.
“Pull it out and tell me if you like it,” he said.
“What a double entendre,” she thought, giggled, and did as she was told.
It was perfect. It was a sheer black mesh thong and bralette set with large ivory satin bows on the sides. It was perfect. He did know her. And yes, he did want her.
She couldn’t help but be mesmerized by his planning and adoration. She kissed him passionately as he held her close in his strong, muscular arms. She had missed this so much. And so far, it was all worth it. He knew he had to see her in it immediately so he asked that she excuse herself to put it on and she obliged. She stuffed her underwear into her clutch bag and donned his gay apparel. It was soft and silky against her skin. She played with the bows a bit as she began to fantasize of the things he’d be doing to her soon. She snapped out of it and dashed for the door to make it all a reality. When she returned to the booth, she noticed that he had taken the time to order bottle service of Dom, which she appreciated. Since her absence, he had been working for an investment firm. He worked his way up from CSR to Advisor and had the suit and moves to prove it. He no longer had to dream of the finer things, for he had them. He had a choice of women nightly, but always, he wanted her. She couldn’t help but feel flattered at the fact, but still frustrated-but no more.
Here it was, right in front of them both, with nothing but space and opportunity- and a sheer black mesh thong- between them. She sat, she drank (he never cared for alcohol or cigarettes), they canoodled like new lovers and once the bottle ran dry, they decided to leave. In his planning he had figured that though his place in San Mateo was nice by most standards, it still wasn’t right. So he rented the penthouse at the “W” Bay for the night.
His driver was waiting outside for the couple. He opened the car door for her to get in and he followed. Within a few minutes, they were at the hotel. Since he frequently used the hotel’s bar for business meetings, he was able to garner the room on very short notice. There, he was important. Upon reaching the elevator they were greeted by a bellhop.
“Penthouse, sir,” as he motioned them inwards.
She smiled, impressed by the respect being thrown his way. She couldn’t help but think of how much and how little has changed. He had always looked out for her and did what he could. She always felt loved by him and he always made sure she never had to question. The bell dinged and the scene was set. He motioned her outwards with his hand placed gently in the small of her back.
“Good move,” she thought. “Subtle, but good.”
It was a beautiful room, lots of neutrals like charcoal grey, brown and cream with a dash of saffron and blue for measure, complete with a balcony. She smiled in approval.
He sat on the bed and took off his shoes and jacket as she gazed upon the view that was San Francisco Bay. He came up and stood behind her, quietly, and waited for her acknowledgement. She turned around and saw that familiar look in his face. She knew that this was it. He pulled her in close and kissed her passionately as the cool bay air snaked around them and made their warmest parts shiver. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, where he lay her down gently. She didn’t move a muscle. He closed the balcony door and quickly disrobed to his boxers as he watched her lie there, waiting for instructions. He pondered where he would touch first, but first, he had to get that dress off. So he rolled her over onto her stomach and unzipped the side, slowly, watching her breathe. She wriggled out of the garment as she turned back over, to reveal what he had given to her. She looked like a gothic angel minus the black halo.
“Exquisite,” he thought.
He studied every visible peak and valley. She had this hip bone that protruded only when lying down and with the heavy breathing, it made it even more pronounced. He kissed there first. Then he unzipped her leather boots, one by one to reveal her soft, glowing, smooth legs. She was definitely a well-kept woman and she knew how to present herself well. Her abs was taut with anticipation but the rest of her body remained relaxed, in waiting.
He kissed her feet, her calves, thighs, stomach, breasts, neck and lips. He lay on his side, by her side and kissed her again, with one hand around her neck, cradling her face gently. She could feel herself melting with relief into him. He was so strong and insistent as she wafted through his senses, stimulating each one. He could smell her desire and now he wanted to taste it. He slowly undid the bows that were holding the undergarment hostage to her body. He then sat her up and unhooked the clasp of the bralette to expose her perky, begging nipples. He suckled each one as she moaned with pleasure, cradling his head to her bosom. She smelled like Casablanca lilies mixed with jasmine and a hint of vanilla. He looked up into her eyes as he kneeled between her legs, praying within her temple of sensuousness. She smiled tenderly at him, lovingly even. He could see the anticipation and happiness in her eyes. He had missed seeing both so much. She lay back onto the sumptuous down pillows and pulled him on top of her. Their legs intertwined as they passionately kissed. With tension building, he could feel her getting increasingly moist as his hard member rubbed her mound. She then rolled him over onto his back and ripped off his boxers in one deft move to reveal his aching hard-on. She looked at it with glee and smirked. Before he knew it, her hand was wrapped around the shaft and the head was in her mouth.
His eyes rolled backwards into his head with satisfaction as he groaned a sigh of relief. With the tip in her mouth she rolled her tongue around and sucked it like a tootsie pop. There was no need for special instruction, for it was obvious that she knew what she was doing. As she continued to suck the head, she moved the shaft further into her slippery orifice inch by inch until it tickled her tonsils and made her gag. He loved to hear the gagging sound his dick created and encouraged her on with a hand on the back of her head, urging her onward. Spit trickled down as she deep throated him to the balls as he moaned and begged her not to stop. She coughed and began licking and sucking his balls as she further manipulated his shaft with her hand. With her free hand, while kneeling between his knees, she dragged her nails up and down his torso and legs, being careful to leave scars with just the right depth. He writhed in ecstasy and asked her to continue sucking his dick. She complied and continued to titillate the head of his cock with her tongue and cheeks.
He was more than delighted at this point when she suddenly jumped up and sat on his dick, carefully and slowly inserting it inside her dripping pussy. With that, he sat up and helped guide her onto his shaft as she moaned. They sat on the bed facing each other, her on top with legs wrapped around his waist and him straight up with legs out. She rocked back on forth on it until it became more comfortable for him to go deeper inside. She could feel him touching her cervix as she screamed with frustration. He then locked her legs around his waist and swapped places as he placed her on her back, knees to ears, to delve deeper inside her. This was the baby maker position so she knew she was going to come quickly this way, which she did. But he kept going, pressing into her thighs with his massive shoulders and making her repent for her prior sin of leaving him high and not-so-dry. His cock was about nine inches and very thick. She had no trouble feeling him all over. He could feel her muscles tense up on him when he went deeper and hit her spot. He loved every minute of making her squirm and come at the same time. As he sped up his motion, the more she tightened around him. She wanted and tried to push him off of her, to give her some room, some time to recover, but he refused. He refused to give in to her whim, for once. And it was when he did this that he finally heard what he had been longing to hear for years from her lips. “Fuck me.”
He happily and quickly obliged as he slowed down his tempo, wrapped her ankles around his neck and kissed her as he went even deeper inside her. She held onto him for dear life as she felt she had no other recourse for her sanity. He was so demanding yet sweet. She could feel her body becoming limp and he could too. It was all too much for her, but she didn’t care and asked him not to stop. He kissed her again, softly, as he came inside her. But he was not done- he still w anted to taste her. As permission was finally granted for rest (or so she thought), he sat back on his feet and let her legs dangle in the crux of his arms. He kissed her legs and licked and sucked her toes. She giggled for she knew what he was up to. Sweet. He then bent her legs and spread her knees to reveal his prize. It was shiny and wet with their mixture. He had to taste it.
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He slowly licked her clean from the lips to ass as she rubbed his head and shoulders, being careful not to touch her already engorged clitoris. She liked his head and how it felt- all prickly but soft and well-rounded. She appreciated the favor for he knew what her clitoris was capable of and did not want to leave and severely lingering clues for the other. She pulled him up to her face and licked his lips because she knew it tickled. He chuckled and kissed her lovingly on the nose, smiling.
She glowed in the faint moonlight, feeling as if dawn was not too far away. She ran her hands along his well-developed shoulders, biceps and pecs. She reached up and nuzzled his neck. She licked and sucked her way to his nipples, which were begging for attention. She sucked the tips while keeping her gaze on his eyes. This is a too often neglected erogenous zone for men, but she knew better than to ignore it. He moaned, surprised to find her mouth so pleasurable there. She then pushed him off of her and turned around, sitting on her feet, with her back to him. He examined her curves with the posterior view. She was beautifully shaped, with just enough of everything- nothing was in excess. Her long, beautiful neck, toned shoulders, straight spine, perfectly arched lumbar- complete with back dimples, and a nice, round, and tight ass. She wanted him to look at her- to study her form. They both knew it very well could have been the last. So they were sure to take it all in. With photographic memories this was an arduous task, because of the complications. But for now, everything was simple. It was just he, just her, in this one place, together, for hours. It was all they had so they appreciated every minute and made sure each moment in between lingered for another.
She turned her face, looking over her right shoulder towards him. He moved closer and traced her outline with his hands. Her strong shoulders and separated wings, the smallness of her frame was wondrous since she was so tall. He placed his left arm around her waist and gently pushed her head downwards to the pillows. She presented herself to him. He rubbed his cock between her ass cheeks as she shook it for his enjoyment. He slapped her ass with a heavy hand to let her know who was in charge as she yelped with slight pain and deference. He stroked his cock until it got hard enough for penetration. “Spread ’em” he said. She opened her knees and legs wide, while keeping her head down and back gracefully arched as he entered her from behind.
Slow and steady, at first, to allow for maximum depth, but then she murmured his favorite words again (Fuck me) and he just had to obey the woman. He thrust deep inside her, causing her to grab a fistful of sheet and bit the pillow to camouflage her screams. He had no desire to relent so he commenced to pounding her kitten like day-old bread. He was committed. Every now and then he’d slap her ass to watch it jiggle, but made sure to focus on the task at hand- and that was making her come more fiercely than she ever had before. And he did just that. When he was done he pulled out and came right on his target- her T-stamp. How appropriate. He slapped her ass one last time for good measure when she sank into the cool, comforting retreat of the sheets, completely spent. The two lay within one another, legs intertwined, arms mingled and slept peacefully until the dawn.
The first peek of sunlight awakened her early enough to see the end of darkness. She stepped out onto the balcony in her glory, knowing that not many would be accompanying her to see her vision. She stared into the sunrise, over the bridge and fog, and wondered what the rest of her life would be like. Part of her wished that they could be together, but that same part of her knew what happened was special because they weren’t together. She was confused. She felt amazing and fulfilled yet wanting more in spite of her life. She knew she loved her wife of many years, but she also loved him in a way that few others would understand. She knew that her wife would never accept them as an ongoing, known relationship, but she knew that she could not let this be the first, last and only time they were together. It just felt too right. She shook her head, not knowing what to do.
She heard him stirring in the room, possibly looking for her so she turned around to help him and there he was, once again.
He asked, “What are you thinking about,” even though he already knew.
She chose not to humor him and said nothing. He kissed her long and hard, for he already knew the answer to his question, but decided to ignore it for just a bit longer. She wrapped her arms around his neck, knowing full well what was about to happen. He picked her up by her thighs and placed her on the edge of the metal railing. It was cold, but she didn’t care because she wanted him to have her again. He kissed her neck, being careful to not let her go, and made his way slowly down her body to her somewhat abused kitty. It was quite swollen, and it made him feel a bit sorry for beating it up last night. So he decided to be extra gentle, this time avoiding the lips and suckling only the tip of her clitoris. She moaned with ecstasy and pain. She felt not only physical pain from the act but also mental. She knew this was it. But she just couldn’t accept it yet. She came, once again, but this time in a soft, warm trickling stream to which he was more than willing to lap from. He rose to her level and looked deep into her eyes. Neither one smiled, just gazed incessantly. There were no words left to say. He hugged her close and picked her up from the railing and carried her inside to the shower.
He turned on the steam and joined her in soaping down and getting clean. They showered in complete silence. They kissed and hugged and held one another, neither really wanting to let go of the other, but knowing they had to. Water wrinkles began forming on their bodies, hair completely saturated, time slowly elapsed. By the time they had decided to get out, two hours had passed, but it felt like only a few minutes. He dried himself off and oiled her down, being good not to miss a spot. It was all so methodical and deliberate- it felt like time was in slow-motion. They lingered around the room, almost aimlessly, not wanting it to end.
There was a knock at the door-room service for check out. He answered the door while quickly putting on his boxers and declined the meal, for neither had an appetite for food-just each other. He turned around and looked at her, just standing there in her pretty panties. She wanted to cry so badly but she knew she couldn’t let him see it. It would only make him feel worse. He knew that, as he joined her in the middle of the room, standing, holding her for comfort. She felt so good in his arms, as if she was made just to fit within their massive space. And she still smelled like Casablanca lilies, jasmine and that hint of vanilla- amazing. She knew she couldn’t cry, but she had to tell him exactly how she felt this time. She looked at him and said it-
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“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
There were no other words left to say.
They dressed and left the room. His driver was waiting for them in the lobby.
“Mr. Palmer, this way please,” as he motioned towards the car.
He dropped her off at her hotel to gather her things, as it was his preference to take her to the airport, as well. While in the room gathering her things, she made a quick conference call to HQ to let them know that she was flying out and that she’d be in touch upon landing. The driver placed her suitcase into the trunk and held the door for her to re-enter the vehicle. Upon sitting down, she realized that he was holding a bouquet of Casablanca lilies. She didn’t know how he had gotten them, but she was happy that he did. He presented them to her along with a small box. At that moment, she was so scared of what may have been in the box that she just stared at it in silence.
“Please, take it,” he urged.
She obliged and opened the box to discover not what she thought it was. It was a key. She was baffled. She looked at him, confused.
“That’s a safe deposit box key. When it’s time to be opened, you will know. The location will be revealed to you at that time and its contents will be yours.”
She didn’t know what to say. With tears in her eyes, she managed a very tiny thank you. He bowed his head with grace and told the driver that they were ready to go to the airport. Still in silence, they sat, as he held her hand the entire way there.
Not a moment after landing, she was on the phone with the vendors again, wheeling and dealing.
“Back to the grind,” she thought.
Nine months later, she had little Jaylin. Her and the wife had been trying to get pregnant for some time before the trip, but were unsuccessful. So she decided to kill two birds with one stone. And he knew it. She attained the box’s location and instructions to go and open it alone. Once Jaylin turned three months and was able to be watched by a nanny, she went to open it. She drove into the city to a bank on Greenwich Avenue. The attendee retrieved the box and left her in a room, alone, to view its contents. At first she just stared at it, afraid to discover its secret. Then she snapped out of it and realized that she had come so far and it had to be opened. She placed the key into the lock and turned it clockwise. She looked inside and began bawling. Inside the box was the account number to a trust fund he had set up for their child and a 5-karat pink diamond solitaire engagement ring. And a note that read simply-
“maybe some day….”
The End
Good Night And Sweet Dreams
Good Afternoon To All Readers !!!
Wow ! Can see that although I’m not posting any stories there’re some who comes in to read , Good then I’ll have to post some more before going for a nap then go cheong tonight liao .
Don’t Worry, Be Happy
He sits in the darkness upon the enclosed balcony, looking out across the city. The hustle and bustle, the neverending traffic, the plethora of people upon the sidewalks… Everyone seems to have someplace to go, someone to meet, someone with whom to share the night. The city is alive, its sounds and its lights evidence of humanity, of companionship.
Taking another sip from his mug, he looks to the north. Even the sky is full of life, evidenced by the dual lines of airplanes dipping from the thick cumulonimbus clouds on final approach, delivering untold numbers of people to join in the life which surrounds him on this night: people returning home, or arriving to see a longtime friend, or coming to explore this cove of humanity.
Yet he is very much alone on this night, and this night is just like almost every other night for eons. As “Don’t Worry Be Happy” wafts from the radio in the living room behind him, as the night breeze chills his pale face with its promise of rain, as he hears the angered voice of a man yelling at an unknown driver for nearly running him over, he sips life, feeling it cascading down his throat, its warmth, its pulse radiating downward and outward at once.
A cheer reaches his ears. Clearly, the local team is winning at the arena on the other side of the city. How many people are gathered there on this night? Five thousand? Six thousand? It is probably a sold-out venue on this night, as the much-hated rival team to the south is attempting to challenge them tonight. How many other people across this city would be watching on television, or perhaps listening on the radio? Given the great advances of the Internet in recent years, how many people in other areas of the country, of the world, might be watching online? Just how many souls would be riveted to every nuance of each individual player’s athleticism?
A woman’s impassioned cry spills into the night. A siren rises above the cacophony.
A vision of blood.
Her blood upon him, seeping from her.
Her eyes, piercing, wide and uncomprehending.
Her fingertips pressed to the twin wounds at the side of her neck.
He shakes his head, clearing her from his mind like an image from an Etch a Sketch, erasing her from his thoughts as fate has erased him from the thoughts of those who surround him.
This world is still incomprehensible to him. The customs, the languages, the politics are all still strange, foreign, unknowable. For so long, it has been far better to remain here, in the darkness, with only a radio and the illusion of humanity’s companionship for companionship.
The hunt is what has kept him bound here, to this city, to this existence – such as it is. There is still and always a primal thrill in the stalking, the seduction
…the savoring.
Yet there is the incredible loneliness which is ever-present. At any moment of the night, he could be amongst the people – he could even be one of the thousands at the arena, one of the hundreds upon a descending airplane, one of the dozens traversing a busy intersection – yet be completely alone, utterly unseen, mattering naught to any other soul unless he accidentally violates someone’s personal space.
How long ago was it when he realized that she would eventually learn his truth? It had been incredibly difficult to leave, yet it had to be done, for he would essentially frozen in time, and of all the people he had ever known in this excruciating after, she was the one he could not bring himself to hunt, even though she had submitted to him, heart and soul, willingly and knowingly.
…knowingly, except that she did not know his true nature, knowing only that he was only available at night, and she had not seemed to suspect.
But that was so far in the past that he could barely remember her face, her voice, her flesh. Now she was like everyone else around him: nameless, unknowable, distant.
Now, she was likely gone from this existence, and she was indeed fortunate.
A distant low rumble of thunder traverses his mind. The storm is coming. The end is near. At last, the continual loneliness will come to a cataclysmic end, for he can sense it on the wind:
His salvation is coming, drawing closer on the wind.
He tries once again to conjure up the vision of his last prey: the beautiful white dress in tatters, the silky raven hair obscuring part of her face, the painted lips barely moving as she questioned his sanity, the broken fingernail edged with her own blood. She had been a fine final companion, a fine final taste of flesh.
Taking one last sip of her from his mug, he stands, closes his eyes, and, with a deep sigh, resigns himself to the knowledge that by sunrise, he should finally be nothing but a memory to this tiny apartment he has called home for far too long. He will not worry, for he will be happy.
The End
Sammie’s Back
“Hey…” I paused. Was I asleep or drunker than I thought? I was neither. I was awake and just drunk enough not to care about heart ache.
“Hey back.” She was coy and nearly transparent with her intent.
Sammie was the last person I had planned to see that night. I had just come out of a horrible break up and was set to drink myself to sleep. I really had no plans of anything other than rest and solitude. Sammie apparently had other plans.
“What are you doing here?” I was puzzled by her presence. I should have been excited, and I eventually got there. However, I waited for an answer.
“I missed you.” Her words were tender, but she spoke through a devilish grin.
Sammie was… she was the one that chipped away just enough ice to warm my heart, but I had to move away for a bit and she simply moved on. A couple of years later, she had married and I was nothing more than a memory.
When she and I were together, I developed the habit of leaving my front door unlocked for her to come and go as she pleased. She was bold in her assumption that I never broke the habit, and even bolder in her assumption that she would be welcome. She walked in as though she had never missed a step.
She walked in and stood, only for a moment, in the entry way. She stood as though she wanted me to notice every inch of her. Sammie, ever the feminine goddess, wore high heels despite her jeans. The denim of her jeans hugged her thin, muscular calves well into her lean thighs. There was the slightest gape of shape and light that seeped from exactly where I wanted to be. Her hips rested high and canted in the low cut jeans and led my eyes to her barely exposed stomach. She wore a tight sweater that gripped at her waist line, but held even tighter to her beautiful breasts. She dropped her large bag from her right hand as she pushed her amber hair back with her left. She was gorgeous and waiting.
She waited as though she was not in complete control. She waited for my invitation.
I leaned back on the bed that sat toward the middle of my studio apartment. I rested back on my elbows with my legs bent over the edge of the bed. “Come here.” I tried to sound suave, but felt as though I was begging. Her grin widened a bit as she sauntered toward me. She couldn’t even walk without a sexual aura about her.
As she reached the edge of the bed, she paused and stood between my open knees. I looked up her and could only return her grin. Her arms rested at her sides and she waited patiently for me to sit up and wrap my arms around her. I pulled her down on top of me and embraced her in the most passionate kiss that I had ever rendered. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the absolute desire to be inside her, or maybe it was a combination of both, but I couldn’t hold back.
I immediately began to tug at her clothing. My hands quickly found the bottom of her sweater and just as quickly had it over her head. With her sweater removed, she placed her palms flat to the bed and pushed away just enough for me to get an eye full of her wonderful breasts. They heaved and nearly fell free from her bra as I tugged at it as well. Within a matter of seconds, she and I were laying bare chest to bare chest in a loving exchange of lip and tongue. She was gorgeous. She felt gorgeous against me.
I rolled on top of her to have her hands meet the button of my jeans. She pulled the waist line apart and ripped the zipper from top to bottom exposing my rock hard cock for lack of underwear. She quickly wrapped her slim, smooth fingers around my shaft and moaned a throaty, “MMMM.”
I felt as though I would come far too early if her soft hand was to continue stroking my hard on, so I slid away from her hand and down her body. I stopped at her breasts. Her nipples were dark pink and in direct contrast to her light skin. They were hard from the briskness of the air in the room and they grew even harder as I licked and teased them.
Having hardened her nipples to my satisfaction, I began to kiss my way down her flat stomach. I kneaded her nipples lightly between the tips of my index fingers and thumbs. I rubbed them gently and loved the exchange from the roughness of my hands to the softness of her tits.
I did all that I could to take my time as I kissed my way to the top of her jeans. I may have rushed in the excitement, but I quickly undid her pants and pulled them from her body. I paused only in time to look at the shape and velvet-like softness of her panties. It was at that moment that I knew that I was not a sudden whim within her evening plans. She knew that her panties turned me on and she wore them for me. A tiny, black, lace triangle covered her center and was only held in place by the two strings of black that ran over her hips to meet the one that ran the course of her ass.
I leaned down and reached my arms underneath her legs to grab the outer measures of her g-string. My face hovered just over her pussy and I could smell her wetness. I looked at her with a grin, then down to her middle to render her a kiss through her soaked panties. With that kiss, I slid the strings over her hips, down her wonderful legs and to the floor. In a natural, single motion, I returned to her. I allowed my lips to start at the inside of her left ankle and followed the trail that led back to her pussy.
I kissed my way from her calf to the inside of her thigh. I knew how to tickle her just enough to really get her going. I very lightly applied only the tip of my tongue to her left inner thigh and I moved upward and inward in a single motion. Her upper leg twitched and she let a slight whimper as my mouth found her pussy.
I flicked the hood of her clit with my tongue just before licking the full length of her pink center. Her smell was intoxicating and her taste was addictive. I pressed my mouth to her completely and offered the full girth of my tongue to her hole. I did all that I could to make her come and she did. Her thighs pressed tightly to the sides of my head and her hands gripped to the roots of my hair until my scalp ached.
Sammie was a gracious woman and certainly was not selfish. She pulled me by my hair until I was even with her once more. She pulled me in for a long and lasting kiss. My cock grew even harder at the thought of her cleaning her juices from my mouth with her tongue. It was a raunchy thought, but it was enough to make me feel that sudden leak of precum fall from my cock and onto her stomach.
“Roll over.” She was back. She was in charge and she was ready to let me know it. As soon as I landed on my back, she was at my waist. She jerked and tugged my jeans until she was able to free my lower body from their restraint. I lay beneath her ready to cum.
She chuckled, “I almost forgot,” as she attempted to wrap her small hand completely around my cock. She had mentioned in passing, long before, that I was bigger than her husband. She knew just how to stroke my ego and my sexual center. Her hand ran the length of my shaft several times before a second, tiny stream of precum showed. Returning the favor, she flicked the tip of my hard on with her tongue. She looked up at me with that devilish grin then returned her mouth to my member. Her lips were soft and wet as her mouth eased down onto my cock. I expected her to stop half way down and begin to stroke with her mouth, but she kept going until the head of my dick rested in the back of her throat. She had never done that before and I have to admit that I was impressed.
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