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My boyfriend once visited me at our house riding on a tricycle he borrowed from his brother. We were talking just outside the gate, where there was not much light. He found the setup very convenient that as we were chatting, he couldn’t help fondling my breasts. He became so aroused that he decided we should do a quickie right then and there, inside the trike! I was wearing a skirt then, so it was easy for him to hoist my hips to his and slip his shaft in. He pounded me hard, once in a while stopping whenever a car would pass by. I doubt if the tricycle was a good enough cover for us but it was a great nookie. I was bitin because of all the abrupt pauses though, but hey fucking on a tricycle? That should be an original.
Making Me Beg
The first time I saw her, she was begging – actually begging – outside a coffee shop in the business section of town. She was the prettiest young woman I had seen in a long time – even though she needed to be ‘cleaned-up.’ And, being totally honest here, my panties got wet just watching her smile shyly anytime someone gave her a few coins or a bill. The little girl sitting on an overturned milk crate at her feet seemed ’needy’ enough to genuinely help her mother’s cause. I could tell she was taking in a decent haul after watching her for just ten minutes or so.
I’d actually seen the woman there once before and only spared her a passing glance. But this time her hair was longer giving her face a fuller look – her lips seemed round and full now in a way I hadn’t noticed before. My clit was almost throbbing as I walked toward her. I could just imagine how those lips and her tongue would feel sucking and licking at my aching clit. I stopped beside her as she thanked a man who had just handed her a five-dollar bill; I waited until she looked at me, then I gave her full eye contact.
She had wavy blond hair that just touched her shoulders, grey eyes that seemed to have flecks of silver gleaming in them, and the sexiest slightly pouting lips I’ve seen on a grown woman. She seemed to be about twenty-three or so; she was shorter than me – but most women are. She was probably about five foot five and looked no more than about a hundred and twenty pounds. Her tits were tight and perky but as I took another quick peak at them, I realized they weren’t as small as I had initially thought. My guess, she was about a C-cup and damn she had a tight round ass to go with those pert lovely tits.
Like I said, I’m tall, around five foot ten and I seem to keep fighting with my weight since I hit thirty a couple years ago. I’m about a hundred and forty pounds. I have to say though that a few of the pounds I’m carrying now went to my breasts and ass; I finally had to be fitted for a D-cup bra about a year ago. So when I go to the gym, I focus my efforts on my ass to keep it from spreading further. I keep my very straight reddish-brown hair cut in a short style that’s easy to manage; I have deep brown eyes and one of those annoyingly cute noses. My lips aren’t as full as I’d like, mostly average. For the most part people describe me a classic beauty rather than gorgeous, sexy, or sensual.
The woman I was now watching – who had made my panties wet because I couldn’t control my fantasies – was most definitely each of those things: gorgeous, sexy, and sensual.
“Would you let me buy you a cup of coffee? And something for the little girl; she looks cold?”
The young woman glanced at the little girl and smiled lovingly as she nodded. “I guess we do need to take a break for a few minutes. I’ll probably only miss out on ten bucks anyhow.” She looked at me almost anxiously for a moment then turned to go into the coffee shop.
As I followed her in, I bettered my offer. “I’ll double what you think you’ll loose; how does that sound?”
With that she turned and looked genuinely suspicious. “What do you get out of this?”
“Someone pretty to share my table with-” I reached down and stroked the little girl’s hair but made sure to hold eye contact with the woman I wanted much more. “and hopefully a new friend.”
“How long have you been in town? I’m guessing you’re new to the city?”
“Yes. We got here about four weeks ago.”
I waited for more of her story until after we had ordered. I made sure to suggest that the little girl ordered enough food to keep her mother at my table for at least a half hour. It was a rainy Sunday afternoon and I’d had a lonely week – hell, I’d had a lonely year and I was sincerely hoping to change that as soon as possible.
We found our table and I encouraged Pam, her name was Pam and her little girl’s name was Amelia, to continue with her story.
“You got here four weeks ago?”
“We’ve been living at the shelter until the women’s hostel has room for us, they keep saying it’ll be about two weeks ’til they have an opening for the both of us.”
“You’ll live at a homeless shelter and beg with just the hopes that the women’s hostel will find room for you, eventually?”
“I don’t really have a choice, Megan.”
I listened to her hard luck story of an abusive husband she’d had to run away from. I really did feel sorry for her but I was still hoping her bad luck would turn into my good luck. I had a really nice apartment in an affluent part of town; there would be plenty of room to invite this sexy lady and her daughter to stay for a while. I smiled at her sympathetically and made my generous offer.
“I have room at my place for you; for as long as you want, Pamela.”
“I still don’t understand why you’re being so nice to me.”
“I live alone. I’ve lived alone for longer than I wanted to or planned to. Basically, I’m lonely. You seem like a sweet lady and Amelia is certainly one of the quietest little girls I’ve ever seen.” I decided on honesty, or at least partial honestly. “I’m taking as much of a chance as you are. I mean you could be pulling some kind of a con, yourself. How do I know you’re not going to steal from me?”
“Why make the offer if you don’t trust me?”
“I didn’t say I didn’t trust you; I just suggested that I have no more reason to trust you than you have to trust me. You can trust me, Pamela.”
She didn’t answer me immediately; I took that as a good sign. “Don’t you have any kids, Megan? a boy friend or husband?”
“I never got married. I like kids well enough, but I don’t think I’m the mothering type. Besides, I prefer the company of women – in all areas of my life.”
I was surprised when she didn’t even blink at that last comment. I’d honestly expected a shocked gasp and that she’d grab her daughter’s hand and run. But she didn’t; she just looked at me for a moment then – she smiled.
“Well, Megan, I think I’d be crazy at this point not to take you up on your offer; I think I’ve had just about all I can take from men these days. I think us girls can get along perfectly fine without a man.”
So, that’s how I came to be driving a sweet sexy young thing back to my apartment on a rainy Sunday afternoon. Her daughter had curled up in the backseat and fallen asleep almost as soon as I started the car. I decided it was as good a time as any to see what the sly smile that she had given me earlier meant.
“So, Pamela, when I told you back at the coffee shop that I’m a lesbian; you just smiled – I’d expected you to grab Amelia and run – but you just smiled. Why?”
“I got married to Morris because I was in love with his sister. He hit me and kicked me out when he found the box of love letters she had sent me when we were still together. She took a job across the country about six months ago. Morris couldn’t figure out why our phone bill was so high for months after Jane moved.”
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I had to smile at her honesty. “So, phone sex wasn’t enough?”
“We tried, we really did, but she told me a couple months ago that she had a new girlfriend. I kept hoping she’d ask me to leave Morris to go be with her.”
“Did you ever have feelings for Morris?”
“He was a good father.” Pamela shrugged and smiled at me again. “I’ve been lonely for a long time too. Avoiding sex with Morris had become such a habit that I think he had finally given up on me and found a girl-friend or two.”
Pamela carried Amelia into the elevator and the little girl slept all the way up to my apartment on the ninth floor. I smiled at her when she whistled as she looked around; I had spent some time and considerable amount of money decorating my apartment with a mostly nouveau décor. Most of my friends knew I preferred women and those who didn’t figured it out quickly when they visited my home.
“I hope you like it here, Pamela; I hope you’ll make yourself at home and stay as long as you’d like.”
“No stings attached?”
“No strings attached.” I touched her cheek and pushed a curling strand of her hair behind her ear. “I’m not going to promise not to try to seduce you on a regular basis though.”
When she smiled and held eye contact for a long quiet moment, I felt my cunt tighten and juices flow into my panties.
“Where should I put Amelia? She’ll sleep through the night now. I’ll have to sleep with her for the first few nights so that she doesn’t wake up scared in the morning.”
“I understand.” But I knew I’d be buying batteries for my vibrators in bulk if I didn’t get my hands, fingers, and mouth on Pamela in the next few days or so.
I showed her where she and her daughter would be sleeping; Amelia hardly fussed when Pamela put her to bed in my spare bedroom. I gave Pamela a more thorough tour of the apartment so she would really feel at home in the next few days. I even invited her to make a shopping list for me of things she and Amelia liked to eat. I told her to just leave it on the fridge so that I could shop on my way home from work the next day.
If Pamela seemed like she was starting to settle in, I’d take her and Amelia shopping at the end of the week. I had a feeling that if I provided for the both of them very generously, for the first few weeks they were with me, it would encourage Pamela to stay – or even make our arrangement permanent for the time being.
I took it as a good sign that Pamela had made that list of her and Amelia’s preferred food; and that she was in the shower the next morning as I left for work. I’d had a long night with my vibrator – fucking myself again and again as I thought of how her soft young body would feel under my hands. I imagined the taste of her sweet cunt juices flowing into my mouth as I licked her pussy and sucked her clit making her cum over and over. When I got to work, I had to use my private powder room to get myself off again so that I could concentrate on the nearly dozen cases on my desk.
Work dragged on and on and by the time I had been to grocery store it felt like it had been weeks since I’d been home. There was a part of me that kept saying I’d imagined it all – there wouldn’t be a soft, sexy, woman-loving lady waiting for me at home. My apartment would be empty – like it had been for years it seemed – when I walked through the door. I actually held my breath for a moment before I unlocked the door and went inside. My stomach fluttered when I heard a little girl’s voice chattering in the kitchen and Pamela’s quietly sensual tone answer her. I had to smile when I realized that my imagination put the sensuous quality in her voice.
Pamela peeked her head out from the kitchen then rushed into the hallway to help me with the four grocery bags and briefcase I was trying to manage. As she took the three of the bags she leaned close and kissed me softly on the lips.
“How was your day, Megan?” She laughed lightly at the look on my face – I’m sure I couldn’t have looked more stunned than I felt. “Amy and I had a great day getting settled in – you have a beautiful home here. We’re so grateful you invited us to stay.”
“I’m glad you’re feeling comfortable already.”
Pamela smiled at me as she took the shopping into the kitchen. “I’m not the best cook in the world – Morris always said my food was barely edible – so, I made something simple for tonight. Do you like spaghetti and Caesar salad?”
“Yes, I do.” I walked into the kitchen and couldn’t hide the delight on my face seeing all Pamela’s preparations. “It smells good and I bet it tastes good. I don’t remember having spaghetti and salad stuff in the fridge.”
“You didn’t, Megan, that fridge was practically empty. It makes me wonder if you eat properly.” She placed her hand low on my back as she reached past me to finish setting the little table in the corner of the kitchen. Her hand moved up and down my back as she looked into my eyes. “You certainly don’t need to diet, you have a great figure.”
I was speechless for a moment; it seemed like I was the one who might just have to worry about being seduced. I didn’t mind the idea at all. “Actually, tonight is usually a gym night; I have to work on my ass so that it doesn’t become too big to fit into my chair at the office.”
“Too many women these days worry about being model slim. Unfortunately, I don’t have that problem. If I don’t eat right, I end up looking like a rail with no tits or ass to speak of.”
Her other hand moved to my waist and she stepped in close as if trying to squeeze past me in a small space. My kitchen was small but certainly not so small as to lack space for three or four people to move around. “I think a woman should look like a woman; lots of curves and a bit of softness to cuddle up to. What do you think?”
“I like curves.”
She giggled and kissed me softly again. Yes, I was definitely being seduced – oh, and I was definitely enjoying it. “Sit down, Megan, and don’t worry about the gym. I think we can come up with some activities later that will make up for missing some of your workout.”
Pamela winked at me but spoke to Amelia. “Once mommy puts you to bed, Amy, I want you to try to get to sleep on your own.”
When the little girl started to pout, Pamela offered a compromise. “If you can’t get to sleep right away or if you feel really scared, I’ll come in and lie down with you for a while. You know you can feel safe here, Amy. Megan was very very nice to let us come live with her for awhile; don’t you think, sweetie?”
The little smiled and nodded eagerly. “Yup. Megan is really nice. You like her, right Mommy?”
“Yes, Amy, I like Megan very much.” Pamela handed the girl a plate with a small portion of each spaghetti and salad. “Now eat up, sweetie.”
Pamela brought a plate of salad to the table for both of us. As I picked up my fork to start eating she ran her finger over the back of my hand lightly. “You should eat up too, sweetie; you’ll need your energy later this evening.”
I had to smile at her; I couldn’t help but enjoy her flirtatious nature. “I love a woman who knows how to flirt, and you’re very good at it, Pamela.”
“I’m good at a lot of things, Megan.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at that comment. “I certainly hope you get to prove it, Ms. Flirt. Ever since I met you, I’ve been so wet I’m worried about becoming dehydrated.”
Pamela laughed and leaned close. “Kiss me, Megan; a real, deep kiss.”
I did as she suggested and before I knew it my blouse was undone and half pulled from my skirt. She had her hands in my bra playing with my tits and making my nipples hard and throbbing. My hand was somehow up Pamela’s t-shirt playing with sweet little tits. I was suddenly embarrassed and pulled away, looking at the little girl nervously. Amelia didn’t seem to have noticed that her mother and I were playing with each other’s tits at the dinner table; she just continued on eating as though nothing was happening.
Pamela smiled and touched my cheek. “Eat your supper, Megan.”
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After we’d eaten, I offered to do the dishes. At first I was annoyed that Pamela seemed so grateful that I had offered since I was the one who had worked almost 10 hours that day. But when she used the time my hands were busy in the hot soapy water to make passes at me and feel me up – well, lets just say I wasn’t so irritated anymore.
Pamela was taking full advantage of the fact that I had worn a business suit with a skirt to work that day. As she’d helped clear the table and put the dishes by the sink, she ‘pretended’ to brush her hands over my ass but by the time I had washed only a couple glasses she wasn’t pretending anymore. Pamela had taken up a position behind me and was feeling my ass with one hand and playing with my tits again with the other hand.
I wasn’t even trying to do the dishes anymore; I was just standing there letting a sexy young woman feel me up. It was amazing; she was amazing. She was so good with her hands that in no time I felt close to an orgasm. Pamela used her knee to coax me to spread my legs and as soon as I did she started rubbing my pussy.
“You were hoping I’d do this weren’t you, Megan? That’s why you wore a garter and stocking and no panties.”
I felt almost breathless as I opened my mouth to answer her. “I knew I’d have to wear the garter without panties before I left the house this morning – I took at least six breaks at work to play with myself.” I gasped as I felt her fingers slide between my pussy lips and stroke over my clit softly.
“Were you thinking of me when you played with yourself, Megan?” She didn’t wait for my answer before she plunged her fingers into my cunt and started finger fucking me madly.
“Yes. Oh, yes, Pamela.”
“How many fingers do you want me to use to make you cum, Megan?”
Her question became redundant almost immediately – I came saying her name over and over again. Pamela kept stroking her fingers over my clit from the front as her second hand slipped under my skirt from the back. Her fingers worked my pussy perfectly; the rhythm of fingers over my clit kept time with fingers plunging in and out of my cunt. She didn’t stop until she’d made me cum twice more. By then I was almost breathless and dizzy.
“Forget the dishes, lover.” She turned me around and guided me backward toward the kitchen table. “Lean back on the table and catch your breath – I need to get a taste of your sweet cunt juice.” She licked her fingers as she spoke. “You’re so fucking wet and you taste like a creamy white wine sauce.”
Pamela kissed me with the taste of my own cunt juice on her lips. I nearly devoured her mouth as I my hands pulled her tight t-shirt up over her tits; I’d been surprised and delighted earlier when I’d discovered that she wasn’t wearing a bra. My mouth went from the kiss to suck her soft round tits. I played with her nipples in my mouth, biting and pulling with my lips on those hard swollen knobs. Soon, Pamela was breathless and panting.
“I love your tits, Pammie. God I love your tits.” I held one nipple in my mouth and pulled – stretched – it as far as it would go before it popped from between my lips. She gasped and I had a feeling she was close to an orgasm. “You like it when I suck your tits, don’t you, Pammie?”
“God – Fuck, yes. Do it again, lover.”
I did it again and over and over as I undid her jeans and pushed them down to expose her bare ass and mostly shaved pussy. It was my turn now to use my hands on her pussy. Pamela was easily as wet as I had been. As I played with her clit, I slipped a finger into her cunt to spread her hot thick juices all over her pussy. I was sucking madly on one of her tits drawing almost the entire soft round orb into my mouth when she came. Her cunt ran even wetter with that hot thick juice. I couldn’t miss this chance for a taste of her.
I bent over and pushed her jeans down past her knees so she could spread her legs wide enough for me to get my head close to her cunt. I ate her, licking hungrily slurping as much of her cum juice as I could get. It was enough to make her cum again so that my mouth suddenly filled with more of her hot wet fluids. I was on my knees now with my fingers in my own cunt so that when Pamela had cum I came with her.
She moved away suddenly and pushed me almost roughly to the floor. She was between my legs and sucking my clit and lapping at my cunt drawing out my last climax. Pamela looked up at me with my naked pussy at her mouth.
“I wanted to eat you out first, lover. I love the way you taste- like an expensive creamy wine sauce I had at a fancy restaurant once.”
“Did Jane take you there?”
“Yeah, me and Morris for our wedding anniversary. We got him so drunk that he passed out in the car on the way home.”
Pamela slipped her tongue into my cunt and licked in and out and up and down over my cunt; I could hear her sucking in the juices that she got flowing with her magical tongue. “Jane pulled me into the back of the car, where she had hidden some toys. We fucked each other like wild horny rabbits until Morris started to wake up.”
Pamela reached into one of my cupboards and pulled out my favourite big vibe. She giggled at the surprised look on my face as she licked and sucked the vibe to get it wet for me. She spit on my pussy, making me even wetter as she started rubbing the vibe over my clit. “I learned a lot from Jane; she was my first and only lover until you, Megan. I want you to teach me things too.”
With that, she shoved the vibe deep into my cunt and turned it on to max vibrate. She fucked me fast and hard with the dildo, licking and sucking my clit to make me cum and keep the climax rolling until I was screaming her name. Pamela stopped fucking me but held the vibe deep in my cunt moving it in a wide circle to make the edges of my cunt ache for more harsh fucking. “I want you teach me what you like, Maggie; you like it when I fuck you with this big vibrator don’t you, lover?”
“Yes, Pammie. I like the way you fuck me so that it almost hurts.” I gasped when she jerked the vibe in and out of me again pulling it completely free of my cunt to shove it deep so deep into me. “Oh, yes, Pammie, just like that.”
She stopped suddenly. “Do you want more, lover? Tell me you want more, Maggie; beg me to keep fucking you.”
I looked at her sweet smiling face and realized she was truly enjoying her chance to fuck me. It excited me to see her so turned on by just using the vibe on me. “I want more, Pammie, please fuck me some more. I want it so bad. Please, please fuck me, Pammie.”
She moved so that she was almost lying beside me, so that she could just reach my tits with her mouth. I leaned up and we kissed while she started fucking me again, slowly pulling the big vibe out of my aching swollen pussy and slowly easing it back into me so deeply again. We kissed and kissed until she brought me again with the slow gentle fucking. “You’re a good kisser, Maggie. Is it time for me to fuck you again? My horny little slut.”
I laughed and bit her lip gently, gasping again when the vibe penetrated deeply into my cunt. Pamela fucked me over and over telling me I was her dirty girl and her horny slut and other wonderfully playful and dirty things. It seemed like she had fucked me hours but I hadn’t had my chance to get my face into her pussy since that first sweet taste.
As my last orgasm died, I put my hand on her wrist and pulled her close for another intense kissing session. I have to admit that I love necking, and necking with another woman with soft sweet full lips is better than a thick slice of chocolate cake. I kissed Pamela and eased the vibrator from her hand as I slowly reversed our positions. Now, I had the tender young woman on her back with her legs spread and my head between her legs eating her out like I was starving.
I looked up at her as my tongue stroked over her clit and spoke slowly with my lips against her pussy. “Do you want me to wash the vibe before I use it on you?”
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“No, Maggie, please don’t leave me now.”
I leaned back and smiled at her lying with her legs spread wide for me like a wanton thing. “Do you like to be fucked the way I do, Pammie? Do you want it hard and fast and deep the way you fucked me? Are you going to be my nasty little horny bitch now?”
“I can’t take it like you can, Maggie; you’ll have to be gentle with me, especially at first.” She stroked my cheek with her hand as she spoke. “I am your nasty little horny bitch but my pussy is small and tight that’s why Morris was always trying to get his cock into me.”
“Sweet gentle Pammie, my Pammie.” I licked her slowly and sucked her clit for several long moments. I licked the vibe and tasted myself as I made it wet. I spit on her cunt and smiled when she gasped. I used the vibe on her pussy to spread her own juices all over her so that her entire crotch was shining with wetness. I rubbed the tip of the vibe over her clit and she lifted her hips to reach for it. I kept teasing her as she moaned. I wanted to hear her beg me to fuck her without having to ask her to beg. I didn’t have to wait long. Her soft young sexy voice was breathless when she spoke.
“Maggie, lover, oh – please, please – fuck me. Please, Maggie.”
I eased the vibe into her cunt and felt the resistance; she was tight. I pulled the vibe out of her to use my fingers instead; the vibe was a big one and I was almost sure it would hurt her if I got carried away. I slipped my finger into her slowly, just one of my long slender fingers gliding in and out of her tight hot wet cunt. I couldn’t help but lean down and lick her clit as I finger fucked her slowly and gently. It was obvious when she came; so much juice all at once it was almost as good as taking a shower. I licked my tongue over my finger as it moved in and out of her snug swollen pussy.
Pamela called out my name as she came she kept begging me to fuck her. It was hard, but I managed to control my urge to use the big vibe on her. I wanted to see her strain to take it; a part of me wanted to hear her beg me to stop because it was hurting her too much. So, I just kept finger fucking her, and as she had climaxed a second time I slipped two of my fingers inside her. Pamela had noticed; and another orgasm seemed to slam into her body after only a few strokes of two of my fingers deep into her pussy. My new young lover certainly had a sensitive sweet tasting cunt; I knew I could eat her out for hours and never get tired of the taste of her hot juices.
By the time we were spent, we were both nearly naked. I was wearing just my business skirt, garter, and stockings; Pamela was wearing just a t-shirt bunched up under her armpits so her round young tits were wantonly exposed. As we lay beside each other on my kitchen floor casually playing with each other’s tits and kissing each other lazily, Amelia called from the other room. She reported to her mother that the movie she was watching was over and asked if could she come into the kitchen to get a drink.
Pamela laughed, kissed me hard, and pinched one of my nipples sharply. “The movie I put in the player for her was an hour and a half long. We’ve been fucking each other in here almost the whole time. I still want to get into bed with you and use that wonderful double ended dildo with you.”
I leaned up on my elbows, spread my legs, and looked down at myself. “I’m going to be tender in the morning if we do much more of this. I haven’t been this red and swollen in a very long time.” I pulled in a deep breath as Pamela leaned between my legs and licked my spread pussy lips slowly up and down a few times.
“I can’t get enough of you, Maggie, my love, and I’ve only known you for about twenty-four hours.”
I reached for her and kissed the taste of my own juices from her lips. “I want you to stay, Pammie? Will you stay with me?”
Pamela smiled and kissed me again before she stood to dress. “I was going to ask you if I could stay. Yes, I’ll stay with you, Megan. I have to go out to Amy now though, before she comes in here and sees us in our naked glory.” She laughed and planted another wet kiss on my lips before she went out to see her little girl.
I got up after a few more minutes of recovery and put my blouse back on so I could walk through the living room to my bathroom to get freshened up. I noticed the time on my bedside alarm as I walked through to my bathroom; because tomorrow was Tuesday, I would have to get to bed in the next hour or so. Unfortunately, if Pamela wanted to play more, we’d have to keep it short. It was certainly going to be an interesting week of adjustment, getting used to having frequent vigorous sex again and trying to get enough sleep to be functional at work. Damned if I didn’t love idea though.
The End
Choices
Angeline sat in her agent’s office and listened to Jean explain what she needed. After she was done, Jean said, “I want you to meet Michael Aldolfo, our contract lawyer. He’s here today.”
Angeline pushed her dark hair behind her ear and nodded her head. She followed down the hall of doors to Michael’s office. Jean opened the door to the opulent office with leather chairs and big mahogany desk. Angeline stepped into the office and she saw the chair behind the desk turned toward the window. She sat down in the chair opposite him.
Michael was dictating his brief when he heard the door to his office open. He turned the office chair so he was facing Angeline. He took a deep breath. She was pretty, no actually beautiful with medium wavy dark hair, big blue eyes, delicate features, petite figure and lush lips, kissable lips. It had been a long time since he was instantly attracted to a woman but he was to her.
Angeline couldn’t help but think Michael was a nice looking man. She was unsure about men, since her separation from her husband of 12 years. At 37, she felt old. But this man with his big expressive dark eyes, olive complexion, and dark hair made her pulse quicken. She wondered if she blushed at the thoughts going through her head.
“Miss or Mrs. Bresser?” Michael asked, as he looked down at his file.
“Technically still Mrs. Bresser,” Angeline said with a bit of a sigh.
“Technically mean you are separated?” Michael asked, looking up into her big blue eyes.
Angeline nodded her head, “I’m separated.”
Michael nodded his head and asked, “Did Jean explain what the contract said?”
Angeline nodded her head and Michael explained a few points to her but she was lost in his dark eyes, not really listening to what he was saying.
He closed her file and then said, “I’m not normally so forward but I was wondering what are you doing for dinner?”
Angeline blinked surprised. Had she heard right? Was he actually asking her out on a date? Her daughter was at her soon to be ex-husband’s place. She didn’t have plans. Could she go out with him? She nodded her head and said, “I would like to go out to dinner with you.”
Michael smiled and his eyes lit up. “I will pick you up at 7. Can I have your number and address?”
Angeline gave him her number and address and went to her apartment. She went to her closet and pulled out a couple of dresses. She felt like a giddy school girl. Why was her heart racing so fast? What about this man did she like so fast? Finally she picked out a little black dress that outlined her new figure. She had worked hard to be a size 6 again. She had lost nearly 100 pounds.
She heard the knock at the door and she went to answer it. She looked in the peep hole and saw it was Michael. He was wearing a dark suit with a dark tie. He was holding roses.
She opened the door and Michael walked into her apartment. He gave her the roses and she kissed his cheek. He touched her cheek and they stood frozen in time for a minute. He led her to his Mercedes and opened the door for her. They drove to a nice Italian restaurant at the edge of town. She learned he was 45 and had two kids and an ex-wife. She learned he went to law school at University of Southern California.
They spent the evening talking about anything and everything. He touched her hand and looked into her eyes as he said, “I would like to see you again.”
Angeline nodded her head and said, “I would like that. I’ve had a great time.”
Michael drove her back to her apartment. He walked her to her door and cupped her face in his hands. He could feel her tremble and he asked, “Do you mind if I kiss you?”
Angeline put her hands on his waist and looked deep into those expressive dark eyes. She whispered, “Please kiss me, Michael.”
Michael pressed his lips softly against hers and sent shivers through Angeline. He didn’t try to kiss her passionately. He looked in her eyes again and said, “I look forward to seeing you again.”
She went inside and fell against the door. Closing her eyes, she could see his dark eyes. She could get lost in those dark eyes. They were so expressive.
The next day Michael called her and asked her out to the movies. He picked her up and they went to a diner first. They ordered a simple dinner and talked. He had her laughing and was touching her hand. They held hands as they went into the movie theater. He put his hand around her shoulders. She laid her head on his shoulder and he kissed her forehead. She looked up into this eyes and he laced his hand under her hair and pulled her toward him until their lips met. They kissed softly at first and then she slipped her arms around his neck and he responded passionately. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and she responded. Breathless, he whispered, “I enjoyed that, very much.” He touched her cheek and whispered, “I want to kiss you again.” He pulled her into for another long slow kiss. He kissed down her neck and then back up to her lips.
They went back to her apartment and he kissed her again. Breathless, he said, “I need a very cold shower.”
“I’ve enjoyed being with you tonight,” she whispered against his lips. She kissed him and then went inside.
For the next few weeks, they went out when ever they had a chance. They shared many passionate kisses. Michael met her daughter and she met his two sons. They even had a dinner as a whole group. It was after nearly two months and Michael knew he really cared about her but he wanted, needed more from her. He wanted to make love to her and he knew from their conversations that she had only been with 1 man. He knew he would have to seduce her after he told her his true feelings. He couldn’t believe it but he actually loved her.
He waited until her daughter was at her father’s and reserved the penthouse suite at a posh hotel. He opened the door and decorated the room with candles. He called her.
“Will you meet me?” he asked.
“Of course, where?” she asked.
“The Ritz Carlton, penthouse suite.”
Angeline instantly knew what he had planned. She took a deep breath and wondered if she should decline or accept. She thought about the feelings she was having for him and said, “I’m on my way.”
“I look forward to it,” Michael whispered.
Angeline wore a strapless blue dress with her hair pulled up by combs. She walked up to the door and knocked. He answered wearing a pair of jeans and button down shirt. She walked into the room, bathed in candle light. He had a dinner set up in the middle of room. Angeline put down her bag and took his hand. He led her to the table and they ate dinner by candle light.
After they ate, he went to the stereo and put on some music. He took her hand and she put her arms around his neck as he put his around her waist. She looked up into his smoldering gaze and she felt her heart quicken. He kissed her softly and whispered against her ear, “Do you know I love you.”
She looked into his eyes and whispered, “I love you, Michael.”
He whispered, “Do you want to show me?”
“Wait here,” she whispered, kissed him softly and took her bag and went to the bathroom.
He walked over the king sized bed. He pulled down the covers and thought about undressing but didn’t want to scare her either. When he turned, he saw her step up to him. She was wearing a dark blue spaghetti strapped slip. He exhaled and said, “You look beautiful. Are you sure you are ready?”
She laced her fingers with his and reached up to touch his face. He kissed her palm and she said, “I want to show you.”
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He kissed her passionately on the lips and slipped his arms around her waist as she slipped hers around his neck. Breathlessly he stepped back and she pulled his shirt off. She touched his chest and up and over his arms. He lifted her straps and pushed them down over her arms, until it slipped down her body to a puddle at her feet, exposing her breasts to him. He gently ran his thumbs over each nipple and watched her close her eyes and open her mouth. He kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear lobe as she unbuckled his pants. She pushed down his jeans and he stepped out of them. He came up behind her and laced one arm around her waist and pushed her hair to the side with one hand.
He kissed the nape of her neck and she arched backward into him. His hand slid up her body and he played with her breasts for awhile until he had her breathless. She turned toward him with a glint in her eyes. He kissed her passionately and she responded passionately. He lifted her up and carried her to the bed. Gently he laid her down on the bed. He slipped off his shorts, exposing his rock hard manhood. She looked over at him and her eyes went down over his chest, down over his erection and back to his smoldering gaze. She got up on her knees and put her arms around his neck as he slipped down her panties. Gently he lied her down on the pillow. He kissed her passionately and then whispered against her lips, “Put your legs around mine, sweet Angeline.”
She wrapped her legs around his as he let his hand drift down between them. His fingers slipped over her woman lips, one then the other. His thumb gently started to massage her button. She arched her body upward, scraping her breasts against his chest. He kissed her neck, gently biting down. She put her fingers in his hair as she moaned, “Michael, oh please Michael.” He felt her body start to quiver and he stopped touching her woman hood. He held her by the waist as he gently pushed his swollen manhood into her. He filled her up and she gasped. He locked gazes with her as he pushed in and out of her slowly. Rocking her hips upward to meet his thrusts, she started to shake a bit. He pushed harder and faster as he kissed her passionately.
“Michael,” she breathed against his ear. “Michael, I’m…Michael…”
“Let go, give it to me,” he whispered against her lips.
Her whole body arched upward and she held him tighter. Spasm after spasm hit her and she squeezed him hard deep inside of her. “Michael!” she screamed.
He pushed deep and quick as his body started to stiffen. He looked deep into her eyes as he groaned, “Angeline!” He pushed one last time and squirted his seed deep inside of her. He fell on to her, pressing his sweaty forehead against hers. He playfully kissed her lips and then said, “I love you, sweet Angeline.”
She whispered, “I love you, Michael.”
He kissed her and then rolled onto his back. He laced his arm around her waist and pulled her to his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair and said, “I just want to take a breath and then I’m going to love you again.”
She looked up at him and grinned. “That’s the first time I’ve ever come making love.”
He furrowed his brows together and asked, “Really? Well, I’m glad I could pleasure you. Come kiss me and let’s see if I can do it again?”
He made love to her yet again and he did pleasure her. He drove to heights of passion that she had never felt before. She enjoyed the next two days with him. They spent most of the time in bed together. Before they knew it, it was Sunday morning. She woke up first and looked over at him sleeping. He had his arms around her and his legs wrapped around hers. It was the first time she had slept with a man, who held her. He looked so adorable. His lashes touched his cheeks and his lips were parted as he slept. She leaned over and pressed her lips to his. He kissed her back softly and then opened his eyes slowly as he ran his hand down over her back. He touched her cheek with his other hand.
“I can’t believe it’s Sunday already,” he said. “I wish it was still Saturday. I have had an incredible weekend with you that I don’t want to end.”
“I know,” she whispered before she kissed his lips again. She pressed her body against him and saw his gaze change. He rolled her onto her back and whispered, “Does my sweetness need to be loved?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a long slow kiss. He whispered against her ear, “Where have you been all my life?”
He took her home and kissed her passionately before he left. She made it home only an hour before her daughter got home. Angeline paid the taxi and went inside. She was smiling a secret smile when her daughter saw her. Her daughter said, “Mama, I’ve never seen you smile like that.”
Michael called her later that night. He said, “I miss you already. I don’t look forward to sleeping alone tonight. I don’t look forward to waking up alone tomorrow morning. I wish you were here with me.”
Angeline said, “I wish the same, lover. You have touched me so deeply, so passionately. I have never felt like that before. I’ve never experienced such passion in my life. You took my breath away. I know I will dream about it. I will long for it.”
“I promise we will be together again. I know I need you. I really need you. I want you so much, sweetness. I love you.”
He was a complete gentleman around her daughter. He would hold Angeline’s hand every where they went but he didn’t do anything else. They were sitting on the couch after her daughter went to bed. He laced his arms around her waist as she leaned back against him. He slipped his hand under her blouse and gently caressed her stomach. He kissed her neck so softly. She turned her head and he looked deep into her eyes. “I know I should go because I can’t get one thought out of my head.”
She stood up and opened her hand to him. He raised a dark brow at her and asked, “Are you sure? Your daughter is her room.”
“We just have to be quiet about it,” she said softly and then blushed.
He took her hand and stood up. He pulled her into an embrace. After kissing her lips softly, he whispered, “You’re amazing.”
He followed her to her room. She stepped up to the bed and he walked up behind her. He reached around her and unbuttoned her blouse while he kissed her neck. He slid the blouse off her and then unbuckled her bra. He slid it off and he laid both hands on her breasts. He messaged her nipples and nibbled on her neck. She leaned up against him, running her hand up his leg. While he continued to play with her breasts, she unbuckled her pants and slid them down her legs. She stepped out of them and he whispered, “Lay down on the bed for me, sweetness.”
She lied back on the pillow and he pulled off her panties, leaving her completely naked. He pulled off his polo and jeans before he threw them into a nearby chair. He climbed up on the bed, between her legs. He sat on his legs and put his fingers on her woman’s lips. Gently he caressed one then the other. She rocked her hips up to his fingers which was replaced with his tongue. She gasped and put the pillow over her face and bit down. He sucked her button into his mouth. He nibbled and sucked on her button as he gently inserted two fingers into her wetness. He thrust his fingers in and out as he sucked and licked her button. She raised her hips up to his mouth. He could feel her start to quiver. She grabbed the comforter with one hand and pulled up on it and laced her fingers into his dark hair with the other. “Look at me,” he said, raising his head up.
She moved the pillow and looked down at him. Their gazes locked and he whispered, “Let go for me, sweetness. Give it to me; give into me.” He bit on the inside of her leg and she giggled. He looked up at her and grinned. “I’m going to mark what’s mine.” He went back to her leg and sucked hard until a mark appeared. Then he went back to sucking on her button as he thrust his fingers. She fell back on the pillow and her mouth fell open. Her legs started to quake and she stiffened. She put the pillow to her mouth and she screamed into it as spasm after spasm hit her. Before her spasms slowed, he had slid up her body and penetrated her. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hard on the lips as she moaned. He pushed deep and hard into her as she started to quake. She kissed his neck and whispered in his ear, “I do love you, Michael.”
He kissed her hard as he started to stiffen and then he moaned her name into her mouth as he spurted his seed inside of her. He rested his forehead against hers and then put his face into her neck as she wrapped her arms tighter around him. “I love you, sweetness. I enjoy being with you so very much. I’ve never been with a woman who just surrenders to my desires like you do. I want to explore more with you, give you so much more, my lover.”
He rolled onto his back and he pulled her onto his chest. He wrapped his arms around her before he gently ran his fingers up and down her back. Soon they were sleeping in each other’s arms. She woke up with a start and he was sound asleep tangled in her arms. Gently she woke him up and said, “You have to go before Ginny wakes up.”
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Michael kissed her passionately and hopped off the bed. He grabbed his polo and jeans before he slipped on his sneakers. She put on her robe and walked him to the door. He cupped her face and said, “I can’t wait to hold you again, sweetness. I will miss you very much.” He kissed her and then left. Angeline went back to her bedroom and dressed in a nightgown before she crawled back into bed. She put her face to his pillow. She could smell him.
The next weekend Ginny was back to her father’s house. After Angeline took her to the train, she opened her cell phone. She looked at her watch. It was only 3. She knew he would be at work.
“Adolfo, here,” he said in his officially sounding voice.
“Hello, Michael,” she said.
“Angeline, how are you, sweetness? I have been thinking about you. It has been almost a week since I last saw you.”
“Are you busy this weekend?”
“No, did you have ideas for the weekend?” he asked with a husky voice. She could hear the passion in his voice.
“How about we spend the weekend at my apartment? We can be as loud as we want and we will be completely alone.”
“I’ll be there at 6,” he said.
“I look forward to it,” she said.
“I love you, sweetness. Good bye.”
“I love you, Michael. Good bye.”
Angeline placed candles all over her room. She dressed in a black negligee and put her hair up into a French twist. She lit the candles on her dinner table. She put on some of her best perfume and went to the door when she heard the knock. She looked in the peephole and saw Michael dressed in a dress shirt, dress pants and a tie. He was holding a bag and bouquet of roses. She opened the door for him and he looked her up and down as he took a big breath. He put down his bag and the roses before he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up. He kissed her passionately and then put her down on her bare feet. He gave her the roses and put his bag into her bedroom that was lit in candle light.
As they ate dinner, they talked and laughed together. Once the dishes were cleared, he came into the kitchen. She was closing the dishwasher when he walked up behind her. He laced his arm around her waist and kissed the nape of her neck. He bit down on the sensitive spot and she purred, “Michael, you know just how to touch me.” She turned around and put her arms around his neck. He kissed her softly and then whispered, “I do love spending time with you.”
“I love spending time with you.”
“I wish I met you when I was 25. I would have married you and been happy growing old with you. You have such passion in you. I don’t ever want to let you go. I enjoy you so very much, sweetness. I know it won’t be long until I will want to see you everyday, spend every night in your arms. I hope that doesn’t scare you, my sweet.”
She shook her head and said, “I know how intense we are together. It only gets hotter and more intense as we go. I want us to be together as long as you want. I’m yours.”
He kissed her and then took her hand. He led her to the bedroom. After he pulled off his tie and then pulled off his shirt, he kissed her gently on the lips. He lifted the straps of her negligee and pushed the straps down her arms, sending shivers through her. He pushed down her panties and took her hand. “Climb up on the bed on your knees facing away from me.”
She grinned at him and went to the bed. She climbed up on the bed and after he dropped his pants, he came up behind her. He kissed the small of her back and up her spine. He laced his hands around her, touching her breasts. She looked over her shoulder at his smoldering brown eyes and whispered, “I love you.”
He kissed her lips gently and then slowly ran his fingers down her belly toward her button. He started to play with her button as he kissed her neck. He penetrated her from behind, filling her up. She arched her back and moaned. He thrust deep and hard into her and she pushed back against him. As she started to quiver, he kissed her ear and whispered, “Let it go for me.”
She shivered and let go. She screamed his name as spasm after spasm hit her. He pulled her harder against him as he let go and came hard inside of her. She fell forward on the pillow and he fell on top of her. He kissed her neck and she rolled over. He embraced her and said, “I do love making you come.”
They fell asleep in each other’s arms. They spent the weekend together, loving each other. On Sunday, they went out to breakfast and then came back to the apartment to enjoy each other’s company. They fell asleep together and woke up when they heard voices in the living room. Angeline looked at her watch; it was only 1. She hopped out of bed, hastily put on a t-shirt and baggy sweatpants. She kissed Michael and went into the living room.
Her eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw Calvin and Ginny. Calvin, her soon to be ex-husband, was a large man with short cropped hair and green eyes. He asked, “Where you napping?”
Angeline knew her cheeks must be turning pink as she said, “Yes.”
“Why is your face red?” Calvin asked, heading for the kitchen.
“What are you doing here Calvin?” Angeline asked.
“I have missed you. I thought we could have dinner together as a family.” Calvin opened her refrigerator and pulled out some wine. He walked over to her and said, “Unless you have other plans?”
She looked up into his very familiar green eyes and she felt embarrassed. How was she going to tell him that she had a man in her bedroom? She had been married for 12 years and with him for nearly 14 years and now she was with another man. Her feelings felt confused as she said, “I have company.”
Calvin’s dark brows furrowed together as he looked around the living room and then looked at the kitchen. He looked back at her and asked, “Where is your company?”
Angeline avoided his eyes as she said, “I will be right back.”
Angeline slipped into her room and found Michael dressed in his jeans and polo
Michael asked, “Who was in your living room?”
“Calvin and Ginny,” Angeline said nervously.
“Calvin is your ex-husband, I guess,” Michael said, taking her hands.
“Are you ready to meet him? We are all having dinner together, if that works for you?”
Michael stood up and cupped her face. He looked deep into her eyes and asked, “Are you ready, sweetness?”
“I’m ready,” she said, avoiding his dark eyes.
He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes and said, “Look into my eyes and tell me.”
“I’m ready,” she whispered and kissed him softly.
She took his hand and they went into the living room. Calvin turned around and gave Angeline an angry glare. She said, “Calvin, this is my….my…”
“Boyfriend,” Michael said.
Angeline looked up at him and smiled nervously. “My boyfriend Michael Adolfo.”
Michael walked up to Calvin and extended his hand. Calvin took his hand and they shook hands. Calvin went to Angeline and took her hand. He pulled her into the kitchen and said, “He came out of your bedroom. Does he stay over when Ginny is here?”
“I don’t see how this is your business.”
“She’s my daughter and you’re still my wife. Do you think it’s a good idea to take a lover?”
Angeline’s face turned crimson as she said, “My relationship with Michael is not your business. You’re my husband in name only. We are legally separated and we plan to divorce.”
“I didn’t say we were divorcing.”
Angeline just stared at him and then she left the kitchen. She went over to Michael, who was sitting on the couch talking to Ginny about school. He looked up at her and she knew he had questions but he just took her hand. Angeline smiled down at him and asked, “What would you like for dinner?”
“I know a good Italian restaurant we can order from,” Michael said, getting up. He looked into her eyes and whispered against her ear, “Are you okay?” He looked at her for an answer. She nodded her head nervously.
They ate dinner and chit chatted about different things. Michael slipped his hand under the table and over to her hand. He took her hand and squeezed it gently. After dinner, he said, “I have to go.”
Angeline walked him out the door. He cupped her face in his hands and looked deep in her eyes. “Are you really okay? What is he doing here?”
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“I don’t know why he is here. I didn’t invite him.”
“I think he’s having second thoughts about you,” Michael said.
Angeline looked at him queerly and said, “I don’t think he’s interested in getting us back together.”
“If you say so,” he said, before he gently kissed her lips. She responded and their kiss deepened. She laced her hands around his neck and said, “I enjoyed this weekend so much.”
“So did I,” he whispered against her ear. “I love you, sweetness. I will miss you.”
Michael left and Angeline went back into her apartment. Ginny went to bed and Calvin went up to Angeline. He said, “I know you must have been curious about other men. I understand why you have taken a lover, but I think you need to stop.”
Angeline just stared at him and asked, “What makes you think Michael is your business? I’m a grown woman. I don’t need your permission to have a relationship. Where were you planning on staying tonight?”
“I was hoping I could stay here,” Calvin said, taking her hand.
Angeline looked down at their hands and then back into his green eyes. She just said, “You can stay on the couch.”
She went to her bedroom and picked up the phone. She called Michael. He answered, “Hello.”
“Hello, Michael. I was just thinking about you.”
“I’ve been thinking about you too. I don’t want to wait until Friday to see you again. Could I see you sometime this week?”
“Sure, just come on over to my apartment. I should tell you, I keep a key under the mat.”
“I will do that,” Michael said. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she said. “It was just a little weird.”
“Yes, I guess it was.”
They talked for awhile longer and then said their good byes. She slipped into the covers and went to sleep thinking about Michael.
Ginny didn’t have school so they went out as a family. They went to an amusement park together. They ate lunch together and were back at the apartment by 5. Ginny went in her room and Calvin walked up to Angeline. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. She was lost in the past and responded to his kiss. The door opened and Michael saw Calvin and Angeline kissing. He said, “Sorry.” He closed the door and left. Angeline stepped back and looked up at Calvin.
“Why did you do that?” she asked, heading for the door.
He took her hand and she turned back to him as he said, “I think you should think about coming home.”
Angeline just stared at him and then turned and went back to the door. She ran out of her apartment and saw Michael standing at his car. She ran up to him and she said, “I don’t know what to say other than he surprised me and kissed me.”
Michael turned to her and said, “You kissed him back.”
“I was just surprised.”
“Do you still love him?”
Angeline looked down and said, “I will always love him but I’m not in love with him. He gave me a baby. We were together for most of adulthood. I went from graduate school to his house. I have always been with Calvin. I am just getting to know life without him and now I have you in my life. I do love you.”
Michael’s eyes looked sad as he said, “I think you have a choice to make. He wants you back and you are confused. I am not going to compete with your husband. You come to me then you need to file for divorce.”
“I want…” she started to say when Michael put his finger to her lips. He touched her face and looked deep in her eyes and then got into his car.
Angeline stepped back and watched him disappear. She was confused. She went back to her apartment and Calvin took her hand. He led her to the couch and they sat down together.
“I’ve missed you. I’ve never seen you look so beautiful. You look like the woman I married and I miss you. I want you to come home.”
Angeline looked over at him and couldn’t speak. She just got up and went to her bedroom. She slipped into bed and started to really think. What did she really want? Did she want to go back with Calvin and be a family? Did she want Michael in her life? She thought about the past six months and then she knew what to do.
She walked into the living room the next morning and sat down next to Calvin. She said, “I wish you had tried to save our marriage all those years I wanted you but you didn’t. I spent years alone, wanting, needing more. I wanted a passionate man who wanted me. I found him and he’s Michael. I am in love with Michael. You and I aren’t meant to be any more. I think you should go and I will file the papers to end this marriage.”
Calvin got up and said, “Alright, I will sign the papers.”
Angeline took Ginny to school and decided to go to Michael’s office. She put on a blue dress and put her hair up in a French twist. She went to his office door and knocked. He said, “Come in, it’s open.”
Angeline opened the door and walked inside. He looked up from his desk and his expression didn’t show what he was thinking. She walked up to his desk and said, “I was confused for about a minute and then I really thought about it. I have been looking for you my whole life. You make me feel so much and I enjoy being with you, not just the passion we share. I enjoy every minute I spend with you. I choose to be with you if you want me.”
Michael got up from his chair and walked around the desk. He walked up to her and asked, “Are you ready to divorce him?”
“Yes, I’m ready.”
“Are you ready for a committed relationship with me? I want to spend my life with you. Are you ready for that kind of relationship with me?”
She put her arms around his neck and said, “I’m very ready. I want to be with you, just you. I want to spend my life loving you.”
His dark eyes got that incredible glint as he leaned over and kissed her passionately. He picked her up and swung her around as he said, “I love you, sweetness. Now I want to show you.”
He put her down on her feet and walked over to the door. He locked it and then looked over at her. She asked, “Are you thinking something wicked?”
He smiled and walked over to her. He took her hand and walked her to the other side of the desk. He piled all his work over on one side of the desk and then kissed her passionately. He lifted her up and sat her on the desk. He slid his hand up her dress and pulled off her panties as he locked gazes with her. She unbuckled his pants and pushed them down. He kissed her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. With one hard thrust, he was deep inside of her. He kissed her neck and her ear. She pulled him closer and he thrust harder and deeper inside of her. She whispered against his ear, “I need to scream.” He laced his hand under her hair and kissed her hard on the lips. She screamed his name into his mouth and started to spasm over and over. He came right after she did. She hopped off his desk and he kissed her softly. Touching his face, she said, “That was naughty and fun.”
“I love how free you are with me,” he said, looking into her eyes, touching her face.
“I am yours completely,” she said as she pulled up her panties.
“Can I come see you tonight?” he asked.
She looked up at him and said, “Yes, of course.”
He followed her to the door and kissed her lovingly. He embraced her and said, “I’m glad you chose me.”
“I’m glad you are in my life,” she said, before kissing his cheek.
He looked at her and said, “Soon I will need to be with you every day. Are you ready for that kind of relationship? Are you ready for a full time relationship?”
“Yes, I’m ready to spend as much time as we can together.”
She kissed him and then left. She looked back and smiled. She knew she made the right choice.
The End
The Gift
My lover gave me a gift. A gift I was reluctant, at first, to use. I had gone to the lounge to try and forget my sorrows, and the plan was, to find a male courtesan, any male courtesan, to bring home to warm my bed. I needed to feel a muscular body wrapped around me. I needed a man’s scent. Perhaps he knew just what I needed, even though I did not express it. His gift to me was Etienne.
I brought him back to the Chateau and to my chambers. He seemed to understand my nervousness, though, and did not push. Instead, when we stepped into the room, he merely smiled and caressed my cheek. I remember blushing and then cursing under my breath. He kept that knowing smile and his hands slid down to slowly start to unlace my dress. I let him, of course, even though his touch was not demanding at all. I knew he would stop if I made him. I did not want him to stop, truth be told. I simply closed my eyes and then my breath caught at the quiet sound of silk falling to the floor. Then he was guiding me to the bed and I sat down upon the mattress. He knelt on one knee before me and took off each shoe. My eyes flew open then, for I had something to hide, and when his hands slide up my calves, over my silk stockings, moving towards my thighs to remove them, I protested. “Leave them on.” I said, and he complied.
He did not try to remove my chemise, either. Instead, he stood and gave me a slow kiss, before he began to disrobe himself. I watched as he discarded every stitch of clothing he had on. My eyes darkened as his flesh was exposed to me. Nude, he made my heart beat erratically. Dark skin, sinewy muscles, a taunt backside. His cock, though, had me mesmerized. Large and thick and already quite hard with lust, it protruded from a thatch of dark curls.
He watched me as I looked my fill, keeping that knowing smile upon his face. Then he walked forward once again, and just like before, he lowered himself before me. This time, however, his hands grasped my thighs and spread them. His head nestled in between, grazing the fiery curls that shielded my sex. He inhaled deeply of my scent. I was trembling, at this point, for he was so close, so close to doing what drives me wild. I knew it was coming. He knew I knew, and he took his sweet time.
Then, I felt it. The tip of his tongue upon my labia and the slow, tortuous sliding over me. I moaned. I gasped. My hands lowered to his head and I pushed him more firmly between my legs and arched against him, needing more. I heard a quiet chuckle and then his tongue was pressing harder against me and licking my nether lips. I started to shake as an onslaught of sensation wracked through me. His lips closed around me and his tongue began to move faster. He stopped, however, when he felt me close to bursting. Another chuckle as he pulled away, only to press gentle kisses to the inside of my thighs. I whimpered, and he waited until I had come down from the brink before he pressed his lips to my centre once again. Again he tortured me, bringing me to the point of climax with his lips and tongue, only to pull away just at the last. Until, finally, he deemed it time. And when he did not stop, when he started to suck me through his teeth, I screamed. My hips bucked upwards repeatedly as I rode his tongue. Pleasure washed over me, so very intense for being prolonged, and his lips pressed hard against me, his tongue delved deep inside me, thrusting over and over, as I came.
After, I could naught but collapse back, my thighs trembling, my own scent heavy around me. I felt him move up, then, push me up, as he placed a knee between my spread legs and crawled onto the bed. On his knees, he grasped each of my legs and wrapped them around his waist, then his hands moved under me to clutch at my buttocks. He lifted my hips up and rubbed the head of his cock over my vulva, teasing us both. There was another moan and I know not whether twas him or me. Then I felt him thrust and he went in easily, for I was so very wet from his tonguing and the subsequent climax it had brought. He rocked his hip into me and threw back his head as he pumped me slow and deep. Over and over, until his head moved again and he bent over me. He nudged my chemise up with his nose and lips, and then his teeth found my nipples. He nibbled on them gently as he continued to move upon me. His hands moved up now to grasp each breast and squeeze, pushing them together, massaging them as he sucked. Then, suddenly, he let go and raised his head and his hands moved back under me, making me lift and arch my back. He pulled me against him so that my breasts flattened against his chest. I twined my arms about his neck and thrust against him as he moved. Locked together, thigh to thigh, his dark eyes bored into mine. I saw raw lust but also something else. He knew just exactly what he was doing to me and he was not even close to finishing.
Indeed, after a while, he pushed me back and withdrew completely. I moaned in protest at being empty once more, but I needn’t have. He moved to my side and pushed me over, so that I was laying flat on my stomach. Then he came over me and kissed the side of my face, my neck, ran his tongue over my shoulder. Then his tongue darted out again to lick down the length of my spine. Heaven, pure Heaven. When he reached my tail bone, my back arched again and I cried out, wiggling. There it was again. The low masculine chuckle, before he pressed a kiss there and moved lower. I started to wiggle now, my eyes flying open as his hands grasped the cheeks of my bottom, kneading them, parting them. But he simple moved his lips to my right cheek and started to kiss and gently bite, sucking a little. He moved on to the other cheek and did the same, covering each one in little nips and leaving small red marks in his wake.
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