“It really feels like I should kiss you goodnight or something.” She said to him as she reached for the door handle of his car.
“It does, doesn’t it?” he laughed nervously in reply.
“Well,” she said as she grabbed the door handle, “thank you so much, again, for coming out with me. I had a blast – even if the people in front of us were shushing you.”
“I had a great time, too, and thank you for thinking of me. You know, for getting me out and about for some fun.” He told her.
She got out of his car and crossed in front of it to get to hers.
“Hey,” he called from the open window. She turned back to him.
“Yes?”
“You forgot this.” He passed the night’s program through the open window.
She went back to get it, grasping the booklet but unable to pull it from his hand. She saw the look on his face, nervous and tentative; like there was something more he wanted to say or, perhaps, do. She allowed him to pull her down to the window as he pulled on the program in their hands.
“It would be ok,” he said softly, “if you wanted to do that goodnight kiss.”
She thought about it for only a moment then leaned into the car through the open window, quickly licking her dry lips, her eyes closing as their lips came closer, her heart pounding loudly in her ears, her skin hot as she felt the flush rise in her chest.
Their lips met, gently, sweetly, touching for only a brief time, yet she felt a jolt of electricity from her lips to her toes. That moment seemed like an eternity; she stepped back, bringing her head out of the car.
“Wow.” She said as she backed up, her fingertips touching her lips, making sure they were still there as she remembered the sparks.
“Yeah, wow.” He said. He put the car into park, put on the brake and got out.
He stepped towards her. She was wearing heels tonight which brought her closer to his height, but still shorter than him. He reached out to her, his arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her toward him, their bodies touching, their eyes locked on one another.
His free hand touched her, just under her chin, tilting her face upwards to him. He brought his head down, their lips meeting again gently. He pulled away briefly and when their lips met again, hers parted, the tip of her tongue gently touching his soft lips, lightly probing, his lips parting to allow her tongue to explore. Their kiss became more passionate as she lifted her arms to him, one hand on his neck, the other under his arm wrapping to his back, their tongues entwined.
“Ok.”, she said with a sigh as she broke their kiss. “I’ve got to get going – some of us come into the office early.” She chuckled
“You’ll be ok driving home?” he asked.
“Sure. My last cocktail was a couple of hours ago and they were weak ones anyway.” She said with a smile.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” He said.
“Count on it.” She said as she tiptoed up for one last kiss.
She got into her car and drove down the aisle, looked in her rear view mirror and saw him still standing by his car. She stuck her arm out the window, waved one more goodbye.
As she drove toward home, she reflected on the kiss. Was it so amazing because she had wanted it for so long, or was it amazing simply because it was amazing? She decided to not think on it too hard because if she did, she’d be much hornier than she already was – just the thought of his lips on hers, their tongues touching and his hand on her back made her stomach flip.
She thought back on how they’d been brought together a couple years ago, two people who needed each other in so many ways. How they’d gotten along instantly, talking like they’d known each other for years. Anyone who saw them together knew that there was a great “thing” between them – the two of them truly liked each other, got along very well and teased each other mercilessly.
She’d realized some time ago that she had developed a crush on him. She’d been in this position before and had little difficulty hiding her feelings. In the past, her humor and personality got her through when she figured out that the crush wasn’t mutual. She knew this would be the same. But now, with this kiss, would it be the same?
“Well,” she said to herself as she pulled into her parking place at her apartment, “only time will tell.”
SEVERAL DAYS LATER
He sat in his hotel room with papers on the table, his laptop open, humming its own tune. He was at an out of town conference but there was so much going on with this client that he hadn’t made it out of the room today. Hell, he hadn’t even gotten dressed yet – he was sitting in the chair, dressed only in his shorts.
He’d just completed a client call, put out yet another fire and sat back in his chair. He gazed at his computer screen but didn’t see what was there. His mind was far away, back in St. Louis, reliving what had happened a few nights ago.
He was glad she’d asked him to go along. He’d been on his own for a while and although his friends were helping him stay occupied, he wasn’t happy being alone. Since the day he’d met her, they’d laughed and had a great time together. Whenever he needed her, she was there. He enjoyed the teasing that each of them did to the other – she made him laugh and he seemed to do the same for her.
He was surprised by her invitation to the show, but he knew that she’s just a social kind of girl. She loves to go places and enjoys going with someone else, but he also knew that not having a companion for the evening wouldn’t have stopped her from going.
They’d had a quick bite to eat and took his car to the theater. After the show, they drove back to her car and joked around about feeling like there should be a good night kiss or something. She got out of his car, and he realized he didn’t want her to go, so he got her to come back by reminding her of the program she’d left in his car.
He took a chance and told her it was ok to “do” that goodnight kiss they’d teased about if she wanted to. And she had wanted to. He remembered the vibration he’d felt from her lips; something he’d never felt with anyone before. He didn’t want it to stop, so he got out of the car and kissed her again. As he relived that moment in his mind, his cock rose; not surprising at all – he’d had a hard on after he’d kissed her the second time that night, too.
He picked up the phone and dialed her number.
“Hey there” he said when she answered.
“Hey back! How are you doing?”
“Ok, but I have so much going on I haven’t even gotten out of the room.” He said.
“Um, aren’t you supposed to be at a seminar?”
“Well, yeah.” He said. “But I haven’t even gotten dressed yet. I’m sitting here in my underwear.” He said as he laughed.
“Boxers or briefs?” she asked.
“Briefs.” He replied, not even questioning why she would ask something like that.
“Ok, working on a visual.” She laughed heartily into the phone.
“Sorry about that.” He pouted.
“Oh, please, don’t worry – it’s a good visual, trust me.” She said
They caught up on what had been going on with work when he decided it was time to dive in with both feet.
“When I get back tomorrow, can we get together for dinner?” he asked
“It’s a Friday night, I don’t have my son, and Lord knows I don’t have a date, so, sure, I’m all yours. Is everything ok?” she asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
“Absolutely. I just want to take you to dinner – my thank you for taking me along last week.”
“Ok, sure.” She said.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
“K, take care.” She said as they hung up.
As he put the receiver down, he realized his cock was harder now than when he started the conversation. He’d thought that getting his mind off of the kiss and onto business would have helped. He caressed himself through the material of his underwear and realized all it took was to hear her voice and he got a hard on.
“Great.” He said to the empty room. “I’m going to have to start doing baseball scores in my head or something when I’m around her. Can’t walk around the office like this,” he said as he looked down at his cock poking out of his underwear.
He laughed a while on that one, caressed his smooth cock, gently teased himself, closed his eyes to see her and . . . the phone rang with, he was sure, yet another fire to put out.
FRIDAY AFTERNOON
She wasn’t completely sure what was on his mind and it surprised her that he asked her to go to dinner with him because he’d bought dinner that night as a thank you for the ticket to the show. But, she wouldn’t pass up an invitation to a good meal and conversation.
The day was actually a bit tough to get through; her mind on other things besides the work. What did he need to talk with her about? Why did he want to take her to dinner to do it? Hmm, probably “the dinner” where he’ll tell her not to say anything to anyone about what happened and that it was a big mistake and that it’s never to be spoken of again. Yeah, she’d had that dinner a few times in her life – although not in a very long time.
Around 3:30, her phone rang and she saw his number come up on the display.
“Hiya.” She said.
“Hey,” he started, “we’re about to take off for St. Louis. Are we still good for dinner tonight?”
“Sure. What time and where?”
“I want to go home for a few, grab a shower, unpack, all that “back home from traveling” stuff. How about something halfway – somewhere in Westport?”
“Sure, how about Trainwreck at the Plaza? Have a burger and a beer or two?” she asked.
“They do have awesome burgers and I haven’t been there in ages. Sure, that’s a great idea. Say about 6:30?”
“You got it.” She brought him up to date on several things they were working on before saying goodbye.
Hmmm, what was he up to? Well, at least with it being at 6:30, she’d have time to go home, freshen up and change into jeans.
FRIDAY EVENING
He sat on his bed, fresh out of the shower, still damp and catching a bit of a chill from the breeze blowing in through the curtains. The weather had snapped; the temperatures were far below normal for the past several weeks, and this was the kind of weather he enjoyed the most.
His mind turned to her. What was he doing? He told himself there’s nothing wrong in going to dinner with her; they have a great friendship. But it’s the other things he’s been thinking of doing with her.
He thought about that night again, the feel of her lips on his, her hand on his back, his arms around her; he enjoyed the memories and felt the tingling as his cock started to awaken from thoughts of her.
He laughed to himself thinking of having been in the airport and talking with her on the phone, sure that his jacket was in his lap – just in case her voice gave rise to something as it seemed to do lately. What the hell, it’s a good way to spend a few minutes while you’re bored at the airport!
He got off the bed, his hardened cock gently bobbing as he stepped over to the closet to choose his clothes for the evening. Trainwreck is a comfortable bar, so khakis and a polo shirt. That would be just fine he thought to himself as he got dressed and ready to meet her.
She sat on her bed, fresh out of the shower, her hair rolled up in a towel. She always gets too hot when she takes a shower so she lay back on the bed, arms and legs out to the sides, so she could cool down. As she lay there, she listened to the specially burned CD of soft jazz music she had playing in the background and her mind wandered.
What in the world was going to happen tonight? One of the most optimistic people anyone could ever know, she was sure all was fine, but she couldn’t help but wonder if something “bad” was about to happen. Convinced that it was just her imagination, she got up to get dressed, looking at herself in the mirror as she walked by.
“Not too bad for the age and wear and tear”, she thought as she chuckled. “I could stand to lose a few more pounds. Nah.” she laughed at herself remembering what she’d looked like in that mirror a year ago and 80 pounds heavier. A lot had changed during that year; her divorce finalized, she slipped a disc in her back that put her into physical therapy and finally gave her that wake up call about all that weight she was carrying around on her short frame and what it was doing to her.
She remembered how she lost that initial 40 pounds after the deaths of her parents. Eat anything you want, don’t limit yourself. But for her at least, when she got to the point of having to take that deep breath to be able to continue eating, stop eating. She’d gotten out of that habit when she and her husband separated then compounded the problem after a surgery a few months later. Somehow she’d only gained back about 10 pounds, so she had still been 30 pounds lighter than back in 2001.
Then when her back went out last summer, she realized that she had to lose the rest of the weight, so over the past year, she’d started listening to her body again – stop eating when you get to that deep breath. And this time she exercised with yoga, swimming and walking. She dropped 80 pounds easily during the year with no feelings of deprivation. Now she walked with ease, she could run after her son in the park and wasn’t in a state of chronic pain.
She shook her head to shake off the memories and get back to picking out clothes. Jeans and a light sweater; perfect. She got dressed and started the make up and hair process. She’d be out of here and on her way in about 15 minutes. Nervous and excited, she smiled to herself in the make up mirror.
“Well,” she said to the reflection, “time will tell.”
FRIDAY NIGHT
She walked into the bar and scanned the crowd, but didn’t see him. She was seated by the hostess in a booth on the back side of the bar, so she was sure to let her know she was waiting for someone. She ordered a beer from the waiter as she waited for her “date”.
Her cell phone rang. She picked it up from the table and checked the number that was calling – it was him.
“Hey there.”
“Hi.” he said
“So let me guess, you’re running late?” she laughed.
“Who, me?” he said with a laugh, “yeah, I’m running a few minutes late. Sounds like you’re already there.”
“Please, I have a 98% on time ratio, you know.” She said.
“Yes, I do know that – and it’s a good thing. Someone has to “hold down the fort” first thing in the morning.”
“Ok,” she started, “so what is it you need to talk to me about tonight, I’m sure this isn’t just because you want to say thanks for the tickets to the show.”
“Like we’ve said before, we didn’t hire you just because you’re cute.” He said. “I’ll talk with you about it when I get there, which should be in about 10 minutes. But, here’s something for you to think about . . . I haven’t been able to get that kiss out of my head.”
She started to reply but the call ended.
“You think you can’t get that kiss out of your head,” she said to herself as she put her phone back on the table.
She thought of that kiss again, feeling the familiar warmth rise in her chest, the flip of her stomach. What is it about him that does that to her? The thought of his lips on hers excited her more than she could remember, especially about just a kiss. She let her mind wander to imagine his lips on her neck, her collarbone, his arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer to him, his hands on her back, moving up to her neck and into her hair . . . .
“Hello?” he said as he sat down at the table.
“Oh,” she said as she came back to the moment, “sorry, I was just off somewhere else.”
“Must’ve been a good trip; you look a little flushed from it all.” He told her.
“Yeah,” she stumbled, looking him straight in the eyes, “it was a very nice trip.”
They ordered their food and began to talk.
“You know,” he started, “that kiss was amazing.”
“Yeah, you’re right about that. I still think about it often.” She said
“Really? Do tell.”
“How honest do you want me to be? I mean, if this is going to be “the dinner” where we decide that it was a mistake and it’s never going to happen again and no one will ever know and things will just go back to the way they were, then I’ll have one version of my description.” She began. “Or, if this is going to be an exploratory kind of thing, I’ll have a different version.”
She saw the puzzled look on his face and continued.
“They’re not different versions in order to save face or anything, it’s perspective.”
“Somehow,” he started, “that actually makes sense to me.” They both laughed as their dinner was brought to the table.
“So, ok,” he said, “don’t tell me about it. Let me tell you what I think about it all. Ok?” as he took a bite of his burger.
“Ok.” She said as she ate and listened.
“From the moment we met,” he began, “there was a “feeling” I got from you. That you’re smart, funny as hell and for some reason didn’t want too much stress in your life. I mean, that had to be why you took this job instead of pursuing another position up the food chain. You make me laugh, even when I shouldn’t. You seem to know when to ask questions and when to just let things go. I have found out over the past couple of years that you’re much smarter than you let on to everyone and you seem to deal with stress fairly easily. Now it’s even more of a mystery why you’re in this job.” He took another bite of burger and continued.
“Now, that was the professional side of things. Personally, early on I sensed something from you, a heat that puzzled me. I’m not accustomed to being around women who are self confident, incredibly smart and sexy in a quiet way. There were times when we would talk and all I could do was look at your eyes, or your mouth and wonder what it would be like to be close to you, to hold you, to kiss you. Of course, I had to put that out of my mind because of the whole sexual harassment and hostile working environment thing. But it also became clear, I believe, as time went on when remarks were made that were clearly “harassment”, it didn’t bother you. In fact, you usually had a come back for them. And that, to me, is sexy as hell.”
He continued after another hit from his beer.
“When my life fell apart, you were there for me. You didn’t pry and I knew that if I needed to talk about anything that was going on, I could and that it wouldn’t go any further. Trust like that is hard to find and again, sexy as hell.” He stopped for a few minutes to eat.
“You know more about me,” he continued, “than anyone – including my oldest friends. So now, not only do you know all my financial information, you know me.” He laughed as he finished.
“Ok, so if I understand what you’re saying, you like me.” She summed up.
“Well,” he started, “that’s putting it succinctly. And it kind of loses something in translation” he said as he smiled.
She smiled as well.
“So, tell me what you want. Is “this” going to be for sex, or are we going to explore a relationship?” she asked.
“No beating around the bush with you, is there?”
“Not really. Not about this.”
“I want to be your fantasy.” He stated. “I want to be the one who thinks you’re “it”.”
Her mouth dropped open and it was a good thing she’d finished that bite or it would have fallen onto her plate. He just quoted something she’d said in her writings – she wants to be “it” to someone.
“Why do you say that?” she asked, hoping she didn’t seem too surprised.
“Remember long ago you sent me an e-mail invitation to come into your circle of friends on that Yahoo site? Well, I never signed up to be in the circle, but I read your blog every day; I followed the links you included. A lot of the writing surprised me but I have enjoyed it tremendously.” He said. “I’m surprised you never figured out that I was eavesdropping on your life.”
“No frigging clue.” She laughed.
“For a while, I thought you had the guy, the one you needed in your life, but it didn’t work. And just for the record, while your heart was breaking outside the office, you couldn’t tell it from inside the office. You have an amazing amount of composure for going through a breakup.”
“Well, it really wasn’t much of a relationship, so it wasn’t much of a break up but, oh my God. I’d thought you were just intuitive a few times with some of the things you said and did. I never stopped to think that you were reading about it all as it was unfolding. I mean, I know that’s what a blog is all about. It lets your friends know what’s going on in your life without having to keep in touch all the time. But,”
“I know. Sometimes I felt guilty for knowing what was going on and not doing anything about it. But I also knew that you needed to find your way to me in your own time. And, too, it helped me get through my break up and back on my feet as well. Your insight into love, as well as the spin on it, is interesting.”
“I’m stunned.” She said.
She took a big hit off of her beer, followed by another bite of her burger. The noises of the bar seemed to grow more intense as she felt her head begin to swim. A deep breath or two and she was back in the moment.
“So, if you become my fantasy, what of reality?” she asked.
“Ah, yes, the real world must creep in on this fantasy.” He said. “What would you envision as reality?”
“I don’t want to leave the firm; I enjoy it too much.” She told him.
“Move up. Use your skill and talent, not to mention your degree, in a position better suited to you. You know you’re good, don’t let it go.”
“But, then I won’t be with you. I’m not sure I want to do that.”
“Once we go public, you’ll have to leave. If you move before everyone knows, you’ll be fine. I can help with this, let me.” He said as he took her hands in his across the table.
“Once we go public?” she stammered. “Holy shit, you mean this isn’t going to be a secret?”
“Why should it be? I’m in . . .” he paused momentarily, “I’m in a solid position within the firm, I’m divorced, you’re divorced, there’s no reason why this shouldn’t be public knowledge. Once you move up, that is.”
“Until then?” she asked.
“Until then, I’ll leave it to you. We can see each other but maintain our relationship as it is now while we’re inside the office. Besides, people have gotten so used to the way we are with each other, I don’t think they’d notice a difference.” He said as he laughed.
They finished dinner, had another round of beers with another round of chatting and left the bar. As they walked along towards the parking garage, he reached for her hand and held it in his.
“Wow,” she said as he held her hand, “I don’t remember the last time I held hands with an adult. In public, no less!”
They both laughed and he brought the back of her hand to his mouth, kissing it ever so gently. They continued their walk to the garage and upon arriving at her car, stopped to chat briefly before she left.
“So,” she started, “do you have plans for the rest of the evening?” she asked as she stood by her car.
“I don’t know. Do I have plans the rest of the evening?”
She smiled that wicked smile of hers.
“Where’s your car?” she asked.
“About half a row up from here.”
“Then follow me, please.” She said.
“Ok.” He leaned down to kiss her quickly then went to his car.
LATER FRIDAY NIGHT
He sat in his car for just a few minutes before backing out to follow her to her home. Never did he think he’d be following her to her home. He was about to go to the home of someone he worked with and not just for a dinner party, someone he’d known for quite a while, someone who had no idea he’d been listening in on her life for the past year, someone who had no idea he was in love with her.
How would they adjust from being co-workers to being lovers?
“Well,” he said to himself, “only time will tell.”
With that he put the car in reverse, pulled up to her parking spot in the garage and waited for her to lead him to the rest of his life.
While she waited for him to get to his car to follow her, she hit the highlights of the night in her mind. He’d been reading her blog every day? He knew what she was going through and her thoughts on it? And he still wanted to be involved with her?
“He’s insane.” She said to no one in the car.
This, whatever it was, wasn’t going to be kept a secret? Was she really about to get involved with not only someone she worked with, but a lawyer?
“I’m insane.” She said to herself as she saw his car pull up behind her.
She backed out of the parking place and made her way home.
A LITTLE WHILE LATER
They arrived at her apartment complex, she turned into an open parking place near her apartment and got out of the car. She stood at the back of her car, leaning on the hatch, waiting for him to park his car and come to her. She noticed the ever darkening sky as storm clouds began to roll in.
“You made it.” she said as he walked towards her; she couldn’t help but smile as he approached.
She leaned against her car, he came to her, his arm encircled her waist as it did in the parking lot that night, drawing her to him, pressing their bodies together, lips melding together once again, their tongues exploring the other’s mouth gently.
In the distance she heard the rolling of thunder and knew the rain would come soon. As they continued to kiss, a light sprinkle of rain began, dampening them slightly.
It started to rain harder, but it didn’t stop them at all, in fact it seemed to add a new level of sensuousness; she felt her nipples get hard, aching to be touched. She took his free hand and placed it on her breast, knowing that he could feel her hardened nipple under his fingertips. He moaned through their kiss as he touched her nipple, gently rolling it through the fabric of her shirt and bra with his thumb and finger as the rain fell harder. She broke away from the kiss.
“We can’t stay out here, we’ll be soaked,” she said as she used her hands to slick her hair back from her face, both wet with rain, “let’s get inside.”
She broke their embrace, took his hand and led him up the stairs to her door. Once unlocked, she opened the door and brought him into her home. She chuckled silently as she thought of him being in her home – not someplace she’d have ever thought he’d be.
She closed and locked the door behind him, not exactly sure how to proceed. She stepped around him, kicked off her shoes, turned to face him.
“Ok, ready for the quick tour? Trust me, it’s really quick.” She laughed.
“Absolutely – lead on.”
“Well, you’re standing in the living room slash office. Through here, which we call the “drive thru window” you can see the small kitchen. Then the dining room slash music room. Back through here is the first bathroom, washer and dryer and heat/ac are behind these doors.”
“Wow, you’ve got a washer and dryer here? That’s great.” He said.
“Here is the family portrait wall. Then,” she said as she turned, “this is my son’s room, which he didn’t get picked up. Back here is my room, which is huge.” She said as she brought him into the room, flipping the wall switch which cast a soft golden light in the room. “And over there at the edge of my room is the second bathroom. Yes, there are TWO bathrooms here. We were very excited.” She laughed again as she led him back to the living room and motion for him to sit on the sofa.
“Fireplace and everything? This is a really nice apartment for the two of you.” He said.
She lit a few of the many candles in her apartment, turned on some soft jazz on the Bose, offered a drink then sat next to him on the sofa.
“We were in a bigger place but I really wanted the two bathrooms and this turned out to be much bigger in some spots like my bedroom and the living room, but the kitchen is a whole lot smaller and the second bedroom is smaller. But that’s ok. We have TWO bathrooms.”
“You know, you can’t tell that the second bathroom was important to you at all.” He said as they both laughed.
“So,” she started as she looked at him, facing that moment of truth, “you’re sure about this? I don’t want anyone’s heart to break from this.”
“Yes. I’m absolutely sure.” he said as he reached for her again as he had done out in the rain.
His arm encircled her waist once again, pulling her to him. He brought his lips to hers, slowly, gently kissing her, the tip of his tongue teasing her lips. He kissed his way down her neck, breathing in her perfume which was releasing its fragrance because of her body heat.
“God, you smell good.” He said as he continued to kiss her neck, moving onto her chest, her head rolling back to allow him access.
“Thank you. You gotta love the smells of a bar.” she laughed then moaned as he continued to kiss and lick her neck, her collarbone and as he worked his way back up her throat to her mouth, his tongue a bit more urgent now, needing her tongue to dance with his.
She put her arms around his shoulders, one hand on the back of his neck, the other in his hair, gently caressing him as he continued his exploration, his kisses now falling on her neck, gently sliding to her earlobe, his mouth sucking her earlobe in ever so slightly, his breathing quiet but the air inside her ear from his mouth gave her goosebumps all over. She felt her nipples getting harder; their ache to be touched almost too great for her to withstand.
Almost as if he’d read her mind, he moved one hand from her back to her breast, his fingertips feeling her hard nipple, his thumb and finger firmly pinching the nipple through her clothing. As she moaned her appreciation, she felt a new ache between her legs.
“What do you want me to do to you?” he asked, his eyes filled with passion, his breath soft and warm, his hands on each side of her face.
“I want you to make love to me, make me cum, be mine forever.” She said as she looked deep into his eyes for a moment, then moved her head, and eyes, away.
“I am yours forever,” he replied, his hand under her chin, bringing her eyes back to his, looking at her intently, “You should know that by now.”
She kissed his neck, her tongue traced the skin at the hollow of his neck to just underneath his earlobe, barely touching the skin of his ear; his breathing quickened as he moaned in response to her touch.
He stood up from the sofa, pulled her up to him, his head coming down to hers, his lips landing on the hollow of her shoulder, his kisses sweet and gentle, his arms around her.
She moved back slightly, her hand coming around to unbutton his polo shirt and pull it off over his head. She ran her hands over his chest, her fingers playing in the hair as her hands rose to his shoulders to caress his warm skin.
She kissed his chest, licked teasingly at his nipples, a sharp intake of breath letting her know she’d hit a good spot. She took one of his nipples into her mouth, gently bit it and listened to him moan as she sucked it further into her mouth.
“Oh, God, that’s wonderful.” He said as he put his hands to her head, gently guiding her to the other nipple. As she sucked and gently bit the other nipple, her hands found his belt buckle, easily undone. She unfastened and unzipped his pants, put both her hands inside and pushed them to the floor, a puddle of fabric at his feet.
She let his nipple come out of her mouth and licked her way down to the waistband of his underwear. She felt the cotton all the way around his middle, caressed his ass through the fabric, bringing her hands around to the front and feeling the strain of his engorged cock against the material. She snaked her hand between his legs, lightly grazing his balls through the material.
“Ooooh.” He said.
“Do you like that?” She asked playfully as she touched his balls again lightly.
“Oh, yeah. Very much.”
She took his hand in hers, helped him to step out of the puddle and kick off his shoes. She turned him to sit back down on the couch, slipped her hands into his underwear at both sides then pulled them down to his ankles, his cock free of its prison.
She sat him down on the sofa, kneeled between his legs, and spread them to allow her inside. She looked up at him, their eyes locking, gazing intensely, both of them smiling.
She continued to look at him, held his cock firmly with one hand, the tip of her tongue placed just under the ridge of his cockhead. She watched as he closed his eyes slowly and leaned his head back on the cushions. She grasped his cock in her hand then, starting at the very base of his balls, slid her tongue over the sensitive flesh, enjoying the saltiness of his skin. She licked all the way to the very tip of his cock, then slowly, gently, placed the head into her mouth. She heard his breathing change pace a bit but kept on with what she enjoyed doing to him. She let go of him just long enough to lick her palm, get it really wet, then grasped him again, slowly sliding his cock in and out of her hand, and into her mouth. She did this for a few minutes, noticing his breathing became as hard as his cock; his hands gripped the sofa and she knew he was close to orgasm. She stopped, instead gently licking the inside of his thighs with the tip of her tongue.
“God, you had me so close. Just one or two more strokes and I’d have been done.” He laughed.
She just smiled.
“I want to taste you.” He said as he put his hands under her arms to pull her to him.
He took her sweater off over her head, her hot skin goosebumped from the change in temperature. She felt her nipples harden immediately. She reached back to unhook her bra.
“No, let me see if I can still do this.” He said as he put his hand on her back and with one twist of his wrist, all hooks were unhooked and her bra was off.
“Yep, I still got it.” He said as he smiled then lowered his mouth to one of her breasts, taking the hard nipple between his teeth, biting gently. He sucked her further into his mouth.
He bit her nipple a little harder this time, enough to make her wince, but when he released his teeth the rush she got from the release of pressure and the blood flow starting again was immense. She moaned as he continued to do this for a bit as he pinched the other nipple with his fingers.
She could feel his erect cock poking her in the belly and reached for him, lightly sliding her hand up and down the length of his shaft. His fingers left her nipple only to be replaced by his mouth as he repeated the biting and sucking as he’d done on the other side. His free hand found the button on her jeans, unbuttoned then slowly unzipped them.
He kept her nipple between his teeth the entire time, biting firmly as he used his hands to push down her jeans, revealing her satiny thong. He let go of her nipple, kissed his way down her soft belly to her panties. He took the waistband in his teeth and pulled it, his hand helping push down the back of the thong. Soon her clothes were in a clump around her ankles and he was on his knees, his hands moving over her calves, up to her thighs, around to her tender inner thighs. He brought his hands up between her legs, pushed them wider apart, his fingertips grazed the soft skin of her shaved pussy lips.
“Ahh” she said as he touched her.
“So you like that?” he asked as he continued to gently touch the soft skin.
She spread her legs wider to allow him greater access. “Yes, I love that.”
He leaned into her, the tip of his tongue touching the delicate skin of her inner thigh, his hands wrapped around her upper thighs, just under her ass cheeks. He playfully kissed her thighs, his mouth coming oh so close to her lips. She could smell her wetness growing and ached for his touch.
He let go of her legs and stood up, trailing his tongue along her belly, chest, and neck then kissing her slowly, deeply, passionately; their now nude bodies pressed together. He broke their kiss, took her hand and led her back to her bedroom.
LATE FRIDAY NIGHT
“I’ve never known someone who shaved their ….area…. like that.” He said as they walked into her room. “I mean, I’ve seen it on movies and such, but never in real life. Why do you do that?”
“The first time it was a lark of sorts – I’d seen it in a porn flick and thought it looked cool. And it was. God, the sensations you feel when there’s no hair – you can feel when someone’s breath is hot, the touch of fingertips on your skin.” She answered. “Then I just continued to do it even when I wasn’t involved with anyone. It’s very comfortable and very stimulating to feel the softness of fabric or the roughness of the seam of denim jeans.”
“Ok then. I know I want to see it again.” he said as he backed her up to her bed and pushed her backwards.
She scooted back on the bed and spread her legs as best she could so he could see what he wanted. He lay on his belly on the bed, his fingers exploring her smooth, shaved pussy.
“Ooooh,” she said, “that’s wonderful. You have a great touch.”
“You know,” he started, “I haven’t done anything like this in a really long time. I’m probably pretty rusty and certainly not “up” on what to do. So if you want me to do something in particular, tell me. Otherwise, I’ll just do what I want?”
“Ok. You do what you want and I’ll let you know how you’re doing.” She said as she laughed.
He pulled her pussy lips apart slightly, the wetness spilled out from the inside, dripped down to the mattress. He touched the tip of his tongue to one side then the other, then into the middle, just grazing her clit.
“OK, you’re doing fine. Just keep doing.” She said breathlessly.
“Are you sure? I mean,” he licked her slit from bottom to top, “it’s been a really long time since I’ve done anything like this.” He continued to run his tongue along her wet lips.
“Oh yeah, doing very well.” She said as she adjusted her hips.
He pulled her lips a little further apart, pressed downward to pop her clit out from under its hood. He touched his tongue to that sweet, sensitive organ and she jumped, but he didn’t let her go, he brought his tongue down on her clit again. Quicker, harder, then lapped at it.
Her hands grabbed the bed coverings, her hips rose to meet his tongue, her moans louder each time he licked her.
“How’s your back? Is everything ok?” he asked.
She raised up her head, looked at him, her wetness outlining his lips.
“Just shut up and kiss me.” She said with a giggle recalling the country song that line was from as she lay her head back down.
“Yes m’am.” He said. He continued to lick and suck her pussy lips, her clit and her slit until he felt she was oh so close to cumming.
“Are you going to cum for me?” he asked.
“Who, me?” she asked as she pulled his head back to her pussy.
He licked harder and faster, then slowed, then harder and faster. Her hands grasped the bed covers again, her hips pushed into his face, she stopped breathing, but he did not stop.
“Holy God.” She shouted as she came moments later, her juices coming out of her in a rush. He continued to lap them up until she pulled his head away from her.
He slid up her body, her legs still open, his cock throbbing noticeably.
“I can’t open my legs wide enough, we’ll have to change positions.” She said as she turned over onto her stomach, bringing herself to a hands and knees position.
“My knees aren’t going to take that.” He said.
“Ok, stand at the edge of the bed and I’ll come over to you.”
He got off the bed and stood at the side, his cock straight out. She backed up to him and impaled herself, slowly, on his hard dick.
“Oh, God.” He said as he grabbed her hips and brought her fully onto him.
He rocked back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of her like a hand in and out of a glove. The fit was tight but good. She leaned on her shoulders, putting a hand through her legs to reach back and touch his balls as he rocked in and out of her.
“Holy fuck.” He said the first time she touched his balls.
“Oh, do you not like it?” she teased.
“Just shut up and touch me.” He said with a laugh.
He went in and out of her faster and faster. She no longer touched his balls, but rubbed her swollen clit as he rocked on. The faster he rocked, the faster she rubbed.
“God,” he said, “I’m going to cum.” He said as he pulled on her hips tighter, pounding into her over and over again.
“Go on,” she said, “I’m right behind you.”
They both screamed “Oh God” at the same time, his load shot into the depths of her; her muscles contracted over and over again, milking his cock of all its juice.
He stopped moving, held onto her hips to keep her from moving, but the contractions and aftershocks continued. He fell over onto her back, his head resting on the small of her back.
“Holy shit,” she said as he rested on her back. “I’ve got to lower myself or I’ll never walk again.” She said as she lowered her legs and pushed them back through his to leave her flat on the bed with him curled over her.
He remained on her back for several minutes then raised himself off of her and climbed back onto the bed. She pulled herself up and crawled under the covers.
“What’s this?” he asked.
“Shit, honey, I’m cold. It happens that way when I get really hot then start to cool off. I mean, really, really hot.” She giggled. “Come on in if you’d like to.”
“Yeah, that’d be nice.” He replied as he got under the covers too.
“Nice sheets,” he said as he got comfortable.
“Like those? I love them. They’re something like 500 thread count. Expensive as all hell, but worth every penny.”
He got comfortable in the bed, his head propped up with pillows. She had lots of pillows on the bed.
She moved over towards him, laid her head on his chest and fell asleep.
VERY EARLY SATURDAY MORNING
He lay there half asleep, listening to her breathe as her head lay on his chest. He couldn’t believe he was where he was and that he’d done what he’d done. What they had done.
He’d always thought that being with her would be good, but he didn’t expect it to be this good. It was apparent she enjoyed every aspect of sex. He knew there’d been a reason he sensed a heat about her when they started working together. Wow. What a heat.
“Yeah, what a heat.” He said to himself as she continued to sleep, his hand mindlessly played with her hair.
“This is what it’s all about.” He thought as he drifted off to sleep.
She awoke a few hours after she’d nodded off with her head on his chest. She woke up facing the opposite direction with him snugged up behind her, his arm on her hip.
She smiled as she thought about what had happened and who it had happened with. She felt so many emotions all at once, something that hadn’t happened in a very long time. She also felt a tear fall from the corner of her eye. She wasn’t sad – she was very happy. She’d wanted him for so long and it appeared that she’ll have him for some time to come.
“This is what it’s all about.” She thought as she thanked God for all the good in her life and drifted off to sleep again.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
A Taste of Submission (2004) - Published in an on-line erotic magazine!
They entered the hotel room, dropped their bags on the floor and wrapped themselves in each others arms, their lips and tongues finding what they craved. His cock lengthened, hardened with the touch of her lips to his, her tongue to his, her hands on his back. As they continued to kiss, she unbuttoned and pulled his shirt free of his pants, her hands on his chest, his back, his sides, touching, rubbing, scratching his skin. She pulled away slightly, kissing his neck, the hollow in his throat, her tongue lapping at his nipples, her teeth gently biting them, her hand massaging his cock through his pants. He reached to pull her dress over her head, but she backed away.
“No.” she said firmly as she moved back to him and continued to touch him, teasing him, making him want her even more.
“Pull out the sofa bed – I have something planned for you tonight.” She directed.
He did as he was told, going along with her, totally under her control. The path he seemed to be on tonight would throw him deep into something unknown; this was a side of himself he’d only fantasized about. He’d always wanted to experiment and relinquish sexual control. She’d been sexually aggressive with him before and knew that if anyone could lead him into submission, it would be her.
“Take off your clothes – slowly.” She said as she moved to a chair across the room. He watched her move and thought of what might or might not be under her dress and how much he wanted to touch her, to bury his tongue in her. She pulled the chair from beneath the desk and hiked up her dress to straddle it easier. She sat down on the chair, her legs spread wide, her arms folded on the back of the chair. Through the slots in the back of the chair, he could see she had on only her stockings, her naked pussy begged his eyes to look – and he did. He felt himself grow harder as he looked at her pussy through the chair rails.
“Take off your clothes.” She said, much more firmly this time, as he was not paying attention to her words, only to the lips between her legs.
He did as he was told. He did a slow striptease for her, knowing she was wanting him as much as he was wanting her. Once he was completely nude, his clothes in a pile, she motioned for him to come to her.
“Stand before me.” She commanded.
He went to her and stopped just short of the chair. She reached out, taking his hard cock in her hands, massaging, rubbing, pulling, gently twisting him. Without taking her hands off of him, she rose from the chair, stepped in front of it, pushed it back with her foot and kneeled in front of him. Her hand guided his cock into her mouth. Memories of his cock in her mouth hit him all at once; the feelings so incredible, her tongue licking the head of his cock, her soft lips around the tender ridge. Her wet hand sliding up and down the shaft – not only was he remembering these things, he was feeling them as she was doing them. The pictures in his mind were overwhelming and he felt his knees begin to weaken. She sucked him, gently massaged his balls, touched a wet finger to his virgin ass. His knees grew weaker still. Suddenly, she stopped.
“Lie face down on the bed and close your eyes.” She instructed. He did.
“Do you trust me?” she asked.
“Yes.” He answered slowly as she placed a velour mask over his eyes, blinding him.
“Don’t move.” She said.
She trailed her fingertips on his back side from his ankle over his calf, tracing the crease on the back of his knee, over his thigh, outlining the curve of his ass as her fingers felt his skin; onto his back, over his shoulder blade, along the top of his shoulder to the side of his neck, up to the nape then to the top of his head, her hand gently pulling his hair. He knew she could see the goose bumps rise from his skin and he could not help himself as he moaned from the pleasure he felt.
Her hand left his body and he heard the distinct sound of Velcro being pulled apart. He felt the soft band of a restraint around one wrist, then the other, binding him to the frame of the sofa bed. He knew his ankles would be next as he heard the Velcro pull apart, her hands retracing the steps they’d taken on his body earlier. He could not move, at least not much, bound to the frame of the bed. He could see only what was in his mind because of the blindfold. He trusted her implicitly, yet, his nervousness was palatable. His stomach unsettled, his hands sweating, his fists clenched.
As he lay on his stomach, he could hear her movement in the room, the sounds becoming more intense. He strained to hear what he could not see. His mind started wandering, recalling the things they’d talked about doing together – and those they’d do together with others involved. She’d told him nothing about what was going to happen tonight.
He heard the click of the CD player, the music filtering through the stillness, slow, steady, sensual.
He smelled her perfume as she moved closer, then away, leaving the heady aroma of vanilla and cinnamon in the air near him. Did she have on more of the fragrance or was it just that his senses were beginning to intensify? He remembered the last time he’d smelled her so close, the memories of that night still clear. As he thought of her tongue on his neck that night and the shivers it caused, his cock hardened again, his pulse raced, his skin flushed.
“If at any point you want me to stop, tell me. Since you may tell me to stop and not really mean it, don’t say stop, say blue. Is that understood?” she asked.
“Yes.” He replied, his voice low and husky. He began to feel as though this would be a night he’d never forget, a night that proved, once again, that being with her only got more incredible every time they were together.
He felt the air stir as she moved closer to him, her fragrance stronger as she leaned over him, her tongue touching his earlobe quickly, gently. She trailed her warm, wet tongue from his earlobe down the side of his neck, across the back of his neck, onto his shoulder, back across his neck, behind his ear, her lips taking his earlobe completely into her mouth. He shivered and moaned as he felt his cock hardening again, growing, wanting to be touched, hoping that she’d soon have his cock in her warm mouth.
As she leaned over him he felt the softness of the material of her dress, the firmness of her breasts beneath the fabric, her nipples hard. He again felt her tongue on the back of his neck, licking from the base of his neck into his hair and down again, her hand rubbing his back as she licked him. Her tongue soon followed the trail of her hand, tracing his spine, her other hand caressing his neck, the fabric of her dress touching the skin on his side, grazing against his hip as she moved further down his body, her tongue sliding gently between his ass cheeks. Ever so slowly, she caressed his ass with her hands, positioning herself now on the bed, kneeled between his legs, her hands spreading him further apart, her tongue touching him where none have ventured. He felt her wet finger probe the edges of his anus and he found this an unbelievable pleasure and hoped she would continue. Her tongue, hot and wet, probed inside of him, wetting him, allowing her to slowly, gently, place the tip of her finger inside him, gently pushing, going further into him, the sexual pleasure surprising him. Soon he knew she had her entire finger inside of him, massaging him, the feeling intense. As had become the norm with her, he could not help but moan with the pleasure he felt. She withdrew her finger, only to put it in again, this time a little quicker, a little harder and he could not believe how incredible it felt.
She continued to move her finger in and out of his ass, quicker, harder, the pleasure becoming more and more intense. He felt her tongue on his balls, licking, sucking – he’d not felt anything like this before and found his breathing was becoming heavier, more rapid, the moans increasing in volume. Her tongue was back inside of him quickly, darting in and out. Suddenly he felt the skin from her finger touching him, but this time she pushed two of her fingers inside of him. For a moment he felt as though he would rip apart but that was overcome quickly by the incredible pleasure he felt at being filled by her. She pushed and pulled her fingers in and out of him quickly, building up speed and depth. He felt the familiar feel of an orgasm coming on and moaned loudly.
“You are not allowed to cum yet.” She said sternly as she continued to massage him from the inside. God, what could he think of, what could he do to avoid cuming? Baseball scores, basketball, anything, just don’t cum.
Thankfully she stopped soon after and left him panting.
“Very good. Are you thirsty?” she asked.
“Yes.” He replied.
He felt her move off of the bed and heard her walk quietly across the carpet to the bathroom where he heard water running first over her hands then, shortly afterwards, into a glass. He hadn’t realized he’d been breathing so heavily, his mouth was completely dry. He heard her come back to the bed, smelled her coming closer, felt her sit on the bed next to him, the fabric of her dress grazing his skin, setting him on fire once again with the memory of what had just happened.
“Turn your head towards me.” She said.
He turned his head and a straw was placed in his mouth. He drank from the straw as if he’d not had anything to drink for days.
“That’s enough.” She proclaimed. “Now, I’m going to unstrap you from the bedframe, but will not remove your mask. Once you’re released, I want you to roll over onto your back. Do not touch me unless you are told to do so. Do you understand?” she asked.
“Yes.” He replied.
She went about unstrapping him and removed the restraints from his ankles and wrists. After she removed a wrist cuff, she rubbed lotion into the area that had been covered by the cuff, massaging it deeply. She rubbed the palm of his hand as well, massaging gently then firmly, rolling his fingers between hers, massaging the webs between his fingers, then she took each finger into her mouth, sliding it in and out of the wetness, her tongue wrapping around the tip of his finger as it had wrapped around the tip of his cock earlier. She licked and kissed the palm of his hand, his wrist, his forearm, the crease of his elbow and up to his shoulder. She kissed the hollow of his throat again, teasing him with tiny licks at the base of his neck, above his collarbone, under his jaw, to his ear. He moaned soft and low at these kisses and licks she was placing on him.
He felt her lean into him, her mouth covering his, her lips warm and wet, her tongue pushing his lips apart, venturing into his mouth, touching his tongue hungrily, taking his tongue to hers. She took his head in her hands, her fingers under his jaw, gently rubbing, reaching back behind his ears, pulling him further into her, devouring him.
She continued to kiss him deeply, moving a hand away from his face, putting it on his chest, rubbing the skin and hair there. He felt her hand continue down over his stomach, on to his hip, her soft fingertips making their way to the crease between his thigh and cock. She lightly stroked this very sensitive skin, almost tickling him. She grasped his balls in her hand, massaging them gently, his cock rising higher and higher, getting harder and harder.
She broke away from the kiss, her lips trailing after her hand, leaving wet kisses along his chest, down over his belly, her tongue slipping into his bellybutton, the skin of her neck grazing his cock and she moved further down his body, finally taking his cock into her hot mouth. She brought him out of her mouth and into her wet hand, the head of his cock disappearing into her cupped hand, then back out on the way back to her wet and waiting mouth, her tongue wrapped around the head, teasing him inside of her mouth, suddenly taking all of him into her mouth, the head of his cock touching the back of her throat. She brought his cock in and out of her mouth many more times, each stroke just a bit different than the last, driving him to feelings he’d only dreamed about.
He reached out to touch her hair, wanting to caress her.
“No. Don’t touch me unless you’re told to do so.” She stated firmly as she moved away from his cock.
He felt her move off the bed, heard the soft rustling of fabric and smelled her perfume once again as she threw her dress onto his head. He grabbed her dress, inhaling the scent of her.
She moved back onto the bed, kneeling between his legs, taking his cock into her wet hands then back into her mouth again. She sucked his cock, teased it with her tongue and her teeth, taking into the back of her throat again, bringing him closer and closer to the edge of sanity. He moaned again and again as it felt so incredible.
He felt her move away again, only to feel her thigh against his hip as she straddled him, his swollen cock guided to the inside of her tight pussy. They both moaned as she impaled herself on him and began to rock on him. As she rocked back and forth on his cock, he felt her hand gently tugging on his balls, her finger touching his anus, pushing inside him as she rocked and rocked.
“Throw the dress on the floor. Give me your hands.” She instructed.
He did and she placed both his hands on her breasts. He could feel her nipples hard and straining against the fabric of her bra. She held his hands in place as she continued to rock back and forth on his cock. Although he was still masked, he remembered her body so well that he could see her in his mind, her hair wild by now, damp with sweat, her eyes wide with that look she always got that made him melt, the tops of her breasts moving with the rhythm of what her hips were doing. He felt the fabric of her bra give way as she removed it and tossed it to the floor, her bare breasts now in his hands, the nipples hard against his flesh.
“Do you want my nipples in your mouth? Do you want to suck my nipples and make them even harder?” she asked.
“Yes.” He replied.
He felt her move off of his cock, the wetness from her now leaving his cock cold. He felt her move up his body, her pussy leaving a wet trail up his chest. She leaned over him, her mouth covering his, her breasts crushing on his chest, her mouth soon replaced with a breast.
He sucked her nipple, biting it lightly then firmer as she moved back, stretching her nipple, but keeping it between his teeth, not letting go. His hands wrapped around her breast, holding her to him, he continued to suck her nipple into his mouth as she moaned at the pleasure he was giving her. He pushed her out of his mouth, taking the other breast in turn, biting the nipple gently, rolling his tongue around it. He continued to do this as he took his other hand and grasped the other nipple between his thumb and finger, rolling it, pinching it, feeling it grow larger and harder with each touch. She seemed to be enjoying the firmer, harder touches and pinches so he continued biting harder and pinching harder as she continued to moan louder.
“Enough.” She said as she backed away.
He felt her move further up his body, he could smell the scent of her pussy closer and closer until he was sure she had it right over his mouth.
Her thumb touched his lips and he licked it, finding her juices on his lips and her thumb. He sucked her thumb into his mouth, his tongue teasing it inside his mouth, pushing it back out, sucking it back in, wrapping his tongue around her thumb, biting her lightly.
“Now,” she started, “suck this.” She said as she lowered her pussy onto his lips. She used her hands to hold her lips apart, opening her pussy wide, her swollen clit easy to find with his tongue. He licked and sucked her clit, he fucked her with his tongue as she moaned and gyrated her hips, moving her pussy around his mouth, his lips, his tongue. Her breathing was heavy, her smell intoxicating, her clit swollen and sensitive like never before. He still could not see, but he knew how she looked, her skin flushed, her nipples hard, he could feel her thighs shake and he knew she was close to an orgasm. He moved his hand between them, putting two fingers into her wet hole, pushing them in and out of her, further in each time, feeling for the spongy place at the front of her wall, then gently massaging it as he continued to suck and lick her clit, gently biting it now and again, her moans let him know how incredible this was for her. He felt her muscles contract around his fingers, her breathing stopped as she was engulfed in her orgasm. Quickly her breathing started and her muscles relaxed briefly as he removed his fingers from her.
She moved away from him again, leaving the bed. He listened intently to see what was going on. She got a drink of water for herself then gave him one as well.
“Thank you.” He said as she removed the straw from his mouth.
He felt her move away again then heard the click of the CD player opening, the changing of CDs, the click of the player closing then music coming through the air again. This music was softer, jazzier, lively.
He heard a zipper, but didn’t know what it might have been to. The rustling of some fabric or paper, he couldn’t quite make out the sounds. A metallic clinking? Then he heard the sound of the door opening and closing. What in the world was she doing now? He was SO tempted to lift the mask, to see what was going on, to get the hell out of there! But he stayed exactly where he was; trusting her, wanting her, needing her.
The door opened and closed again and he heard her walk across the carpet into the other room, set something down, and come back to him.
“Sit up. Swing your legs over to the side and stand.” She said.
He did and when he stood, she put his hand on her shoulder and led him away from the sofa bed and into the room where the king size bed was. She guided him down onto the bed, positioned him with his legs spread apart. It was cooler in this room and he was grateful for that as he’d thought he would melt the next time she touched him.
He felt her back on the bed, between his legs, her hair touching his legs as she moved her head around and around, her hand cupping his balls, gently teasing them, her tongue playing with his cock, waking it up once again. He felt her other hand move away and come back, heard something he couldn’t place, but realized what it was immediately when the first drop of cold water hit his leg. She had a piece of ice in her hand and was letting it drip onto him!
“God that’s cold!” he said.
“Yes, it is.” She replied as she continued to let the cold water drip on him, leaving a cold trail across his thigh, a few drops trickled onto the area just above his cock, and more dripped onto the top of his other thigh.
The drip stopped and he heard the unmistakable sound of ice being chewed. Her cold tongue touched the tip of his cock, making him jump. Her hand was cold as well and it held his cock firmly in place, her mouth over the head of his cock, warming as the ice disappeared from her mouth. She continued to suck his cock as she’d done before, her tongue wrapped around the head, her teeth nibbling at him, her hand wet, his swollen cock sliding in and out of her mouth and hand, faster and faster, then slowing, the speeding up once again. He felt his cock come out of her mouth, but stay in her hand, the pad of her thumb massaging the sensitive area just on the underside of his cockhead, her tongue now lapping at his balls, quickly probing his anus. She moved his cock back to her now very warm mouth and sucked him gently. Her hand played with his balls, her fingers teasing his ass, his hips rising to let her play with that oh so sensitive area again.
He felt her other hand move away then come back to him. Something cold, but not ice, touched his skin. It felt like a clip or a small chain, he couldn’t figure this one out.
Her mouth moved away from his cock briefly, then was back on him again, licking, nipping, sucking, making him harder and harder. He felt cool, wet metal on his anus. It was smooth and small, and pressed on him gently, slipping inside of his ass with no trouble at all, he felt it go into him just a couple of inches, then slide back out, then slide back in. The feeling this was giving him was amazing.
She continued sucking his cock and fucking his ass with whatever it was she had in her hand. She sucked his cock and fucked his ass faster and harder. Suddenly he felt the vibrations in his ass – he realized that it was the small vibrator she’d shown him that night at the bar! The pleasure was intense, he couldn’t concentrate on anything now but what was going on in her mouth and in his ass. She continued harder and faster, harder and faster. His hands gripped the sheets on the bed, the pleasure too much. He let go of the bed, grabbed one of the pillows, put it over his face, his arms holding it in place, his moans louder and louder and louder. She was going to kill him yet!
It was on him before he knew it, wave after wave of the most incredible orgasm he’d had in his life. He screamed into the pillow, his cock shooting its load into her mouth. She swallowed it as the juices came again and again and again, his ass and cock vibrating as never before. Slowly, she removed the bullet from his ass and his cock from her mouth, licking him when another drop of cum would appear.
He felt her move from between his legs, up the side of his body, her hand resting on his chest for a moment. She removed the mask he’d had on and he blinked several times to clear his vision. Then he saw what he didn’t need vision to see – he’d looked upon it so often before. The sparkling blue eyes, the freckles, the swollen lips, the smile on those lips, the “look”. She got up to get them the bottle of water they’d been drinking from during the evening.
“So,” she began, “you enjoyed yourself?” as she took a sip of water, handing the bottle to him.
“Wow.” He said as he drained the remaining water from the bottle. “That’s about all you’re going to get out of me right now – you’ll have to give me some time for anything more coherent.” He said, smiling broadly, setting the empty bottle on the table next to the bed.
She settled down with her head on his chest, her hand resting on his thigh, his arm around her shoulder. She pulled the covers over them and they listened to the music in the air as they enjoyed the feel of being next to one another, easily drifting off to sleep……..
“No.” she said firmly as she moved back to him and continued to touch him, teasing him, making him want her even more.
“Pull out the sofa bed – I have something planned for you tonight.” She directed.
He did as he was told, going along with her, totally under her control. The path he seemed to be on tonight would throw him deep into something unknown; this was a side of himself he’d only fantasized about. He’d always wanted to experiment and relinquish sexual control. She’d been sexually aggressive with him before and knew that if anyone could lead him into submission, it would be her.
“Take off your clothes – slowly.” She said as she moved to a chair across the room. He watched her move and thought of what might or might not be under her dress and how much he wanted to touch her, to bury his tongue in her. She pulled the chair from beneath the desk and hiked up her dress to straddle it easier. She sat down on the chair, her legs spread wide, her arms folded on the back of the chair. Through the slots in the back of the chair, he could see she had on only her stockings, her naked pussy begged his eyes to look – and he did. He felt himself grow harder as he looked at her pussy through the chair rails.
“Take off your clothes.” She said, much more firmly this time, as he was not paying attention to her words, only to the lips between her legs.
He did as he was told. He did a slow striptease for her, knowing she was wanting him as much as he was wanting her. Once he was completely nude, his clothes in a pile, she motioned for him to come to her.
“Stand before me.” She commanded.
He went to her and stopped just short of the chair. She reached out, taking his hard cock in her hands, massaging, rubbing, pulling, gently twisting him. Without taking her hands off of him, she rose from the chair, stepped in front of it, pushed it back with her foot and kneeled in front of him. Her hand guided his cock into her mouth. Memories of his cock in her mouth hit him all at once; the feelings so incredible, her tongue licking the head of his cock, her soft lips around the tender ridge. Her wet hand sliding up and down the shaft – not only was he remembering these things, he was feeling them as she was doing them. The pictures in his mind were overwhelming and he felt his knees begin to weaken. She sucked him, gently massaged his balls, touched a wet finger to his virgin ass. His knees grew weaker still. Suddenly, she stopped.
“Lie face down on the bed and close your eyes.” She instructed. He did.
“Do you trust me?” she asked.
“Yes.” He answered slowly as she placed a velour mask over his eyes, blinding him.
“Don’t move.” She said.
She trailed her fingertips on his back side from his ankle over his calf, tracing the crease on the back of his knee, over his thigh, outlining the curve of his ass as her fingers felt his skin; onto his back, over his shoulder blade, along the top of his shoulder to the side of his neck, up to the nape then to the top of his head, her hand gently pulling his hair. He knew she could see the goose bumps rise from his skin and he could not help himself as he moaned from the pleasure he felt.
Her hand left his body and he heard the distinct sound of Velcro being pulled apart. He felt the soft band of a restraint around one wrist, then the other, binding him to the frame of the sofa bed. He knew his ankles would be next as he heard the Velcro pull apart, her hands retracing the steps they’d taken on his body earlier. He could not move, at least not much, bound to the frame of the bed. He could see only what was in his mind because of the blindfold. He trusted her implicitly, yet, his nervousness was palatable. His stomach unsettled, his hands sweating, his fists clenched.
As he lay on his stomach, he could hear her movement in the room, the sounds becoming more intense. He strained to hear what he could not see. His mind started wandering, recalling the things they’d talked about doing together – and those they’d do together with others involved. She’d told him nothing about what was going to happen tonight.
He heard the click of the CD player, the music filtering through the stillness, slow, steady, sensual.
He smelled her perfume as she moved closer, then away, leaving the heady aroma of vanilla and cinnamon in the air near him. Did she have on more of the fragrance or was it just that his senses were beginning to intensify? He remembered the last time he’d smelled her so close, the memories of that night still clear. As he thought of her tongue on his neck that night and the shivers it caused, his cock hardened again, his pulse raced, his skin flushed.
“If at any point you want me to stop, tell me. Since you may tell me to stop and not really mean it, don’t say stop, say blue. Is that understood?” she asked.
“Yes.” He replied, his voice low and husky. He began to feel as though this would be a night he’d never forget, a night that proved, once again, that being with her only got more incredible every time they were together.
He felt the air stir as she moved closer to him, her fragrance stronger as she leaned over him, her tongue touching his earlobe quickly, gently. She trailed her warm, wet tongue from his earlobe down the side of his neck, across the back of his neck, onto his shoulder, back across his neck, behind his ear, her lips taking his earlobe completely into her mouth. He shivered and moaned as he felt his cock hardening again, growing, wanting to be touched, hoping that she’d soon have his cock in her warm mouth.
As she leaned over him he felt the softness of the material of her dress, the firmness of her breasts beneath the fabric, her nipples hard. He again felt her tongue on the back of his neck, licking from the base of his neck into his hair and down again, her hand rubbing his back as she licked him. Her tongue soon followed the trail of her hand, tracing his spine, her other hand caressing his neck, the fabric of her dress touching the skin on his side, grazing against his hip as she moved further down his body, her tongue sliding gently between his ass cheeks. Ever so slowly, she caressed his ass with her hands, positioning herself now on the bed, kneeled between his legs, her hands spreading him further apart, her tongue touching him where none have ventured. He felt her wet finger probe the edges of his anus and he found this an unbelievable pleasure and hoped she would continue. Her tongue, hot and wet, probed inside of him, wetting him, allowing her to slowly, gently, place the tip of her finger inside him, gently pushing, going further into him, the sexual pleasure surprising him. Soon he knew she had her entire finger inside of him, massaging him, the feeling intense. As had become the norm with her, he could not help but moan with the pleasure he felt. She withdrew her finger, only to put it in again, this time a little quicker, a little harder and he could not believe how incredible it felt.
She continued to move her finger in and out of his ass, quicker, harder, the pleasure becoming more and more intense. He felt her tongue on his balls, licking, sucking – he’d not felt anything like this before and found his breathing was becoming heavier, more rapid, the moans increasing in volume. Her tongue was back inside of him quickly, darting in and out. Suddenly he felt the skin from her finger touching him, but this time she pushed two of her fingers inside of him. For a moment he felt as though he would rip apart but that was overcome quickly by the incredible pleasure he felt at being filled by her. She pushed and pulled her fingers in and out of him quickly, building up speed and depth. He felt the familiar feel of an orgasm coming on and moaned loudly.
“You are not allowed to cum yet.” She said sternly as she continued to massage him from the inside. God, what could he think of, what could he do to avoid cuming? Baseball scores, basketball, anything, just don’t cum.
Thankfully she stopped soon after and left him panting.
“Very good. Are you thirsty?” she asked.
“Yes.” He replied.
He felt her move off of the bed and heard her walk quietly across the carpet to the bathroom where he heard water running first over her hands then, shortly afterwards, into a glass. He hadn’t realized he’d been breathing so heavily, his mouth was completely dry. He heard her come back to the bed, smelled her coming closer, felt her sit on the bed next to him, the fabric of her dress grazing his skin, setting him on fire once again with the memory of what had just happened.
“Turn your head towards me.” She said.
He turned his head and a straw was placed in his mouth. He drank from the straw as if he’d not had anything to drink for days.
“That’s enough.” She proclaimed. “Now, I’m going to unstrap you from the bedframe, but will not remove your mask. Once you’re released, I want you to roll over onto your back. Do not touch me unless you are told to do so. Do you understand?” she asked.
“Yes.” He replied.
She went about unstrapping him and removed the restraints from his ankles and wrists. After she removed a wrist cuff, she rubbed lotion into the area that had been covered by the cuff, massaging it deeply. She rubbed the palm of his hand as well, massaging gently then firmly, rolling his fingers between hers, massaging the webs between his fingers, then she took each finger into her mouth, sliding it in and out of the wetness, her tongue wrapping around the tip of his finger as it had wrapped around the tip of his cock earlier. She licked and kissed the palm of his hand, his wrist, his forearm, the crease of his elbow and up to his shoulder. She kissed the hollow of his throat again, teasing him with tiny licks at the base of his neck, above his collarbone, under his jaw, to his ear. He moaned soft and low at these kisses and licks she was placing on him.
He felt her lean into him, her mouth covering his, her lips warm and wet, her tongue pushing his lips apart, venturing into his mouth, touching his tongue hungrily, taking his tongue to hers. She took his head in her hands, her fingers under his jaw, gently rubbing, reaching back behind his ears, pulling him further into her, devouring him.
She continued to kiss him deeply, moving a hand away from his face, putting it on his chest, rubbing the skin and hair there. He felt her hand continue down over his stomach, on to his hip, her soft fingertips making their way to the crease between his thigh and cock. She lightly stroked this very sensitive skin, almost tickling him. She grasped his balls in her hand, massaging them gently, his cock rising higher and higher, getting harder and harder.
She broke away from the kiss, her lips trailing after her hand, leaving wet kisses along his chest, down over his belly, her tongue slipping into his bellybutton, the skin of her neck grazing his cock and she moved further down his body, finally taking his cock into her hot mouth. She brought him out of her mouth and into her wet hand, the head of his cock disappearing into her cupped hand, then back out on the way back to her wet and waiting mouth, her tongue wrapped around the head, teasing him inside of her mouth, suddenly taking all of him into her mouth, the head of his cock touching the back of her throat. She brought his cock in and out of her mouth many more times, each stroke just a bit different than the last, driving him to feelings he’d only dreamed about.
He reached out to touch her hair, wanting to caress her.
“No. Don’t touch me unless you’re told to do so.” She stated firmly as she moved away from his cock.
He felt her move off the bed, heard the soft rustling of fabric and smelled her perfume once again as she threw her dress onto his head. He grabbed her dress, inhaling the scent of her.
She moved back onto the bed, kneeling between his legs, taking his cock into her wet hands then back into her mouth again. She sucked his cock, teased it with her tongue and her teeth, taking into the back of her throat again, bringing him closer and closer to the edge of sanity. He moaned again and again as it felt so incredible.
He felt her move away again, only to feel her thigh against his hip as she straddled him, his swollen cock guided to the inside of her tight pussy. They both moaned as she impaled herself on him and began to rock on him. As she rocked back and forth on his cock, he felt her hand gently tugging on his balls, her finger touching his anus, pushing inside him as she rocked and rocked.
“Throw the dress on the floor. Give me your hands.” She instructed.
He did and she placed both his hands on her breasts. He could feel her nipples hard and straining against the fabric of her bra. She held his hands in place as she continued to rock back and forth on his cock. Although he was still masked, he remembered her body so well that he could see her in his mind, her hair wild by now, damp with sweat, her eyes wide with that look she always got that made him melt, the tops of her breasts moving with the rhythm of what her hips were doing. He felt the fabric of her bra give way as she removed it and tossed it to the floor, her bare breasts now in his hands, the nipples hard against his flesh.
“Do you want my nipples in your mouth? Do you want to suck my nipples and make them even harder?” she asked.
“Yes.” He replied.
He felt her move off of his cock, the wetness from her now leaving his cock cold. He felt her move up his body, her pussy leaving a wet trail up his chest. She leaned over him, her mouth covering his, her breasts crushing on his chest, her mouth soon replaced with a breast.
He sucked her nipple, biting it lightly then firmer as she moved back, stretching her nipple, but keeping it between his teeth, not letting go. His hands wrapped around her breast, holding her to him, he continued to suck her nipple into his mouth as she moaned at the pleasure he was giving her. He pushed her out of his mouth, taking the other breast in turn, biting the nipple gently, rolling his tongue around it. He continued to do this as he took his other hand and grasped the other nipple between his thumb and finger, rolling it, pinching it, feeling it grow larger and harder with each touch. She seemed to be enjoying the firmer, harder touches and pinches so he continued biting harder and pinching harder as she continued to moan louder.
“Enough.” She said as she backed away.
He felt her move further up his body, he could smell the scent of her pussy closer and closer until he was sure she had it right over his mouth.
Her thumb touched his lips and he licked it, finding her juices on his lips and her thumb. He sucked her thumb into his mouth, his tongue teasing it inside his mouth, pushing it back out, sucking it back in, wrapping his tongue around her thumb, biting her lightly.
“Now,” she started, “suck this.” She said as she lowered her pussy onto his lips. She used her hands to hold her lips apart, opening her pussy wide, her swollen clit easy to find with his tongue. He licked and sucked her clit, he fucked her with his tongue as she moaned and gyrated her hips, moving her pussy around his mouth, his lips, his tongue. Her breathing was heavy, her smell intoxicating, her clit swollen and sensitive like never before. He still could not see, but he knew how she looked, her skin flushed, her nipples hard, he could feel her thighs shake and he knew she was close to an orgasm. He moved his hand between them, putting two fingers into her wet hole, pushing them in and out of her, further in each time, feeling for the spongy place at the front of her wall, then gently massaging it as he continued to suck and lick her clit, gently biting it now and again, her moans let him know how incredible this was for her. He felt her muscles contract around his fingers, her breathing stopped as she was engulfed in her orgasm. Quickly her breathing started and her muscles relaxed briefly as he removed his fingers from her.
She moved away from him again, leaving the bed. He listened intently to see what was going on. She got a drink of water for herself then gave him one as well.
“Thank you.” He said as she removed the straw from his mouth.
He felt her move away again then heard the click of the CD player opening, the changing of CDs, the click of the player closing then music coming through the air again. This music was softer, jazzier, lively.
He heard a zipper, but didn’t know what it might have been to. The rustling of some fabric or paper, he couldn’t quite make out the sounds. A metallic clinking? Then he heard the sound of the door opening and closing. What in the world was she doing now? He was SO tempted to lift the mask, to see what was going on, to get the hell out of there! But he stayed exactly where he was; trusting her, wanting her, needing her.
The door opened and closed again and he heard her walk across the carpet into the other room, set something down, and come back to him.
“Sit up. Swing your legs over to the side and stand.” She said.
He did and when he stood, she put his hand on her shoulder and led him away from the sofa bed and into the room where the king size bed was. She guided him down onto the bed, positioned him with his legs spread apart. It was cooler in this room and he was grateful for that as he’d thought he would melt the next time she touched him.
He felt her back on the bed, between his legs, her hair touching his legs as she moved her head around and around, her hand cupping his balls, gently teasing them, her tongue playing with his cock, waking it up once again. He felt her other hand move away and come back, heard something he couldn’t place, but realized what it was immediately when the first drop of cold water hit his leg. She had a piece of ice in her hand and was letting it drip onto him!
“God that’s cold!” he said.
“Yes, it is.” She replied as she continued to let the cold water drip on him, leaving a cold trail across his thigh, a few drops trickled onto the area just above his cock, and more dripped onto the top of his other thigh.
The drip stopped and he heard the unmistakable sound of ice being chewed. Her cold tongue touched the tip of his cock, making him jump. Her hand was cold as well and it held his cock firmly in place, her mouth over the head of his cock, warming as the ice disappeared from her mouth. She continued to suck his cock as she’d done before, her tongue wrapped around the head, her teeth nibbling at him, her hand wet, his swollen cock sliding in and out of her mouth and hand, faster and faster, then slowing, the speeding up once again. He felt his cock come out of her mouth, but stay in her hand, the pad of her thumb massaging the sensitive area just on the underside of his cockhead, her tongue now lapping at his balls, quickly probing his anus. She moved his cock back to her now very warm mouth and sucked him gently. Her hand played with his balls, her fingers teasing his ass, his hips rising to let her play with that oh so sensitive area again.
He felt her other hand move away then come back to him. Something cold, but not ice, touched his skin. It felt like a clip or a small chain, he couldn’t figure this one out.
Her mouth moved away from his cock briefly, then was back on him again, licking, nipping, sucking, making him harder and harder. He felt cool, wet metal on his anus. It was smooth and small, and pressed on him gently, slipping inside of his ass with no trouble at all, he felt it go into him just a couple of inches, then slide back out, then slide back in. The feeling this was giving him was amazing.
She continued sucking his cock and fucking his ass with whatever it was she had in her hand. She sucked his cock and fucked his ass faster and harder. Suddenly he felt the vibrations in his ass – he realized that it was the small vibrator she’d shown him that night at the bar! The pleasure was intense, he couldn’t concentrate on anything now but what was going on in her mouth and in his ass. She continued harder and faster, harder and faster. His hands gripped the sheets on the bed, the pleasure too much. He let go of the bed, grabbed one of the pillows, put it over his face, his arms holding it in place, his moans louder and louder and louder. She was going to kill him yet!
It was on him before he knew it, wave after wave of the most incredible orgasm he’d had in his life. He screamed into the pillow, his cock shooting its load into her mouth. She swallowed it as the juices came again and again and again, his ass and cock vibrating as never before. Slowly, she removed the bullet from his ass and his cock from her mouth, licking him when another drop of cum would appear.
He felt her move from between his legs, up the side of his body, her hand resting on his chest for a moment. She removed the mask he’d had on and he blinked several times to clear his vision. Then he saw what he didn’t need vision to see – he’d looked upon it so often before. The sparkling blue eyes, the freckles, the swollen lips, the smile on those lips, the “look”. She got up to get them the bottle of water they’d been drinking from during the evening.
“So,” she began, “you enjoyed yourself?” as she took a sip of water, handing the bottle to him.
“Wow.” He said as he drained the remaining water from the bottle. “That’s about all you’re going to get out of me right now – you’ll have to give me some time for anything more coherent.” He said, smiling broadly, setting the empty bottle on the table next to the bed.
She settled down with her head on his chest, her hand resting on his thigh, his arm around her shoulder. She pulled the covers over them and they listened to the music in the air as they enjoyed the feel of being next to one another, easily drifting off to sleep……..
A Reunion Fantasy (2005)
We were friends all through school and many classes found us sitting near one another because of the alphabet. Even our lockers were neighbors. He always seemed to be around me – one way or another. I spent most of my high school years fantasizing about him. In those years, once the hormones had kicked in, I wondered what it would have been like to go out with him, to be his girlfriend, to kiss him, to touch him. But I knew I wasn’t his “type”. He was a jock, incredibly cute and always hung out with the cool girls. I was cute, but wasn’t in the same circle of girls. Nevertheless, a crush materialized during 9th grade English class.
Years later, after graduation, we all went our own ways and I didn’t see him again.
I always looked forward to seeing him at our reunions because he seemed to be a “regular”. As any reunion approached, my lust for him would reawaken. I looked forward to the next reunion before we’d said goodbye at the current reunion. I had always hoped that someday the timing would be right and he’d be mine.
At a milestone reunion, he made my dreams come true – he kissed me. My biggest, baddest, 16 year old girl fantasy had just become reality, so I decided to let him know he’d made my dreams come true.
“What?” he said after I admitted my crush.
“Don’t tell me you never knew I had a crush on you.”
“I had no clue.” He said as he laughed.
“Well, you’re probably the only one who didn’t know.” I told him.
After a few more dances, hugs and kisses with him and several others at the party, I bid them all farewell and as I left, I could have sworn I heard him say “I’ve loved you all along!” Or did I just imagine that? Instead of stopping and asking him to repeat what he said, I waved, went home and looked forward to seeing him again in five years.
And what a five years it was – 9/11 happened shortly after our reunion and that changed our world. I moved my family into the rehabbed home I’d inherited earlier in the year; I entered into grief counseling; my son and I moved out of our family home into an apartment; I got a divorce; I lost my job; I found a job that was even better than the one I lost; I was alone, but happy.
I experienced a lot of personal growth during those five years but what remained constant was my lust for him, the desire to touch him, to taste him, to have him. He was on my mind many times over the years.
There were times I’d lie in my bed, alone, and my thoughts would drift, finding a path to him. As my thoughts of him drifted from place to place, my hands would drift along my body. I imagined my hands were his, as my fingertips would glide lightly along my skin, they were his fingertips. My touch, his touch.
I would imagine his touch as I brushed my palm across my nipple, now hard and tight; his fingers grasped my nipple and pulled gently, twisted slightly. He knew this would get me hotter. My fingers grasped the other nipple and imagined it was his fingertips that now pulled on both nipples. I felt the wetness between my legs and reached down to dip into it; his fingers spread my swollen lips to push into me to find the slickness from inside. Now both hands between my legs, hot pussy lips pulled apart and back to expose my clit. A gentle touch to the naked flesh of my clit with his slick fingertip sent a bolt of electricity through me. My hips rose to meet the touch; begged for more. The fingertips knew exactly what to do, rubbed in small circles, my clit pinched between the two fingers, rubbed between the fingers, the other fingers holding the lips away. The orgasm built inside me and with one more perfect touch, exploded with a force I’d not experienced in a long time.
I lay there, breath coming in gasps. I licked the juices from my fingers, imagining the feel of his tongue on my fingertip, the thrill of having my finger in his mouth, touching his tongue, his lips.
As the evening of our next reunion drew near, I’d not heard that he’d be there, but I couldn’t imagine him not coming to a reunion. Truth was I needed to see him; I needed my five year fix. The lust I felt for him increased tenfold. I imagined his body still lean and strong from the days of track and the rigors of his career as a cop; his eyes still strong and clear; his ass still, without a doubt, the best ass I’d ever come across to date.
I had a revelation a few years earlier that he was the one responsible for my desire for the martial artist, wrestler, well built body type – not too tall, lean but not thin, built but not over developed. Anytime I saw someone with that build, I felt my body react and my mind returned to the picture of him held in my memory.
I had these images frequently; more so as the reunion drew closer. I was relatively certain I’d see him at the party. I was even more certain he’d never be mine. All I would ever have of him would be my fantasies, 16 year old school girl crush and memories of a great guy from school.
The night of the party came and, although it was a very busy day, I took the time needed to look nice for the event. I dressed professionally, yet sexy. I curled my hair and felt very pretty. Just a little sexy underneath that no one would know about except me.
I was seated in the lounge talking with a group of friends when one of the others stood up to greet someone behind me. I turned to look and there he was.
He was more handsome than the day we graduated all those years ago. It had been more than thirty years since that day and he looked as if he’d gained only a few laugh lines where the rest of us had gained pounds and lost hair. I looked at him and smiled. I was sure my smile gave away my lustful thoughts, but hoped for the best.
He came and hugged me as he always did. I hadn’t been with anyone in a very long time and I felt my body react to his closeness, his smell. I felt the wetness start between my legs, the heat in my chest and on my face. I was flushed because he was here; I was excited by his touch. I hoped I didn’t look as though I was that 16 year old girl with a crush.
Through the evening we talked and mingled, everyone enjoying the reconnection with old friends. There were times I watched him as he talked. My imagination was going to places I was sure reality would never see.
The evening drew to a close and I said my goodbyes. I came to him and we hugged.
“Why didn’t you say something at the last reunion when I told you I’d loved you all along?” He asked pointedly as we stood toe to toe, my arms around his neck, his around my waist.
“Wow. You really did say that? I thought for sure it had been my imagination.” I replied.
“No, it wasn’t your imagination.”
“Walk me to my car?” I asked as I broke our embrace.
He said his good byes as well, took my hand in his and we headed to the parking garage. As we walked, we talked.
“You know,” I started, “I’m probably going to make a fool of myself by saying this, but what the hell, I’m going to do it anyway. That crush I had on you in school? “
He nodded his head and watched me closely.
“Well, I’ve never really gotten over it. Here it is 30 years since we graduated and I constantly think of you. You have no idea how much I want you, to touch you, to taste you, to have you. I really only plan these things to see you.” I said as I laughed and smiled.
We got to the car, I turned around and leaned against it for support, as I felt my knees would give out at any moment. He didn’t say anything, he just looked at me. I’d gone too far - pushed too hard.
“I’m sor…” his mouth covered mine as I tried to apologize. My knees turned to jelly as he kissed me, his tongue tentatively touched my lips, waited for my mouth to open. I returned the kiss and felt as though I melted into the cold steel of the car, the heat rose in me, a flush crept across my chest and cheeks as we kissed, passionately, longingly. I pulled him to me, leaning us on the car with me in the middle. He pulled away just a bit, looking into my eyes.
“We shouldn’t do this, right?” I asked breathlessly, fearing his answer.
“You’re right I know, but do you want to stop?” he asked me.
“No,” I said as I grabbed the lapels of his leather jacket and pulled him to me, kissed him hard on the mouth. We relaxed into the kiss, our tongues entwined. We continued to kiss as I let go of jacket, put my arms around his waist, pulled him closer still. I brought one hand down and placed it on that perfect ass, pulling him into me. He moaned as I pulled him closer. My mind toyed with the idea of going down on him right there but thought better of it.
I broke away for just a moment and looked at him. I found myself smiling as I looked at him.
“Ok, what are you smiling about?” he asked with a smile of his own.
“More of those fantasies coming true at this very moment.” I said as I moved to kiss him again.
He leaned back a bit, but not too far away, I could still feel the heat from his body, but I couldn’t reach his lips.
“A crush, huh? I don’t recall you really ever dating anyone. Why didn’t you say something about it?” He said.
“I was sure you didn’t like me “like that”. I knew you liked me – we liked each other – but I never thought that you would have been interested in me like for a girlfriend or something. There’s only so much rejection a new hormonal, 16 year old girl can take.”
“Ok, so this thing about you’d loved me all along.” I said, “What’s up with that?”
“Head over heels, really, from about 9th grade. And I was pretty sure you didn’t like me like that. Then once we graduated, we went our separate ways. The only time I’d see you was at the reunions. I always looked forward to them for just that reason.” He said with a grin. “So what do we do now?”
“I know what I want to do.” I said as I placed my hand between us and found his cock hard.
“Yeah,” he grinned, pulling me closer, “Me, too.”
“Follow me home?” I asked.
“Yes.” He said.
We arrived at my apartment about 15 minutes later. We stepped in and I backed him up against the door as soon as it was closed. I feasted on him, my lust barely under control.
He tasted so good; he felt even better. He had his hands on my back, pulling me into him as far as we could go. He bent to kiss the top of my shoulder then kissed his way up my neck to my earlobe, taking it gently into his mouth, his lips so soft on my ear. I felt his hard cock through the crisp fabric of his pants and rubbed my hand over the area; he moaned as I stroked him.
He turned me, put my back against the door. He moved his hands under my dress, pushed it up my body, both breasts cupped by his hands, his fingers on my hard nipples through the lace of my bra, grasping, pinching, pulling; all the things I loved, but how did he know? As he moved his hand down the front of my body, his fingers pulled the soft material of my dress back down.
His hand slipped between my legs, a finger slid under the lace of my panties, touching the small, trimmed patch of short hair above my shaved pussy lips. His touch was like a jolt of electricity; I arched my back and pushed my pussy into his hand, wanting his fingers to fuck me.
His middle finger found my slippery slit and parted the lips; he slowly moved his finger up to my clit, pressed it, circled it, pinched it between his finger and thumb. He played with my clit, his other fingers suddenly buried in my pussy, in and out, faster and faster until I came.
He pulled his hand from between my legs, his fingers touched my lips and I tasted the sweet-salty juice I’d created. I licked his fingers clean, enjoying the taste.
“If you don’t mind,” I said breathlessly as I stepped forward from the door, moving around him, smoothing my dress at the same time, “I, uh, I’m going to take a quick shower. I’m feeling hot and sticky from all the dancing and smoke in the room.”
“Just the dancing and the smoke?” he asked with a wicked grin.
“Uh, no.” I said, as I breathed heavily, knowing my face was red from the heat we’d generated.
“It’s ok, go right ahead – but save me some hot water, if that’s ok with you. I think a shower is a great idea.”
“Ok, make yourself comfortable and I’ll be back soon. There’s beer and other refreshments in the frig. Turn on some music or the TV – makes yourself at home.” I said as I walked back to my bedroom to get to the shower.
I stripped off the smoky, sweaty clothes and left them in a pile on the bedroom floor. I stepped into the shower, pulled the curtain and turned on the water, letting it spray onto my face, soaking my hair and body. I was lost in the events of the evening so far, reliving them in my head as I washed my hair under the spray.
I didn’t realize he’d come into the bathroom until he pulled the shower curtain back, exposing my wet body to the cooler, outside air.
“Hey, that’s cold – shut the door or the curtain, one.” I said.
He shut the bathroom door and I watched him as he stripped off his clothes. I had been right – he still had a magnificent body. He stepped into the shower with me and closed the curtain. He moved around me so that he could get wet. I reached around from behind him, put my hands on his chest, the feel of the skin beneath my hands hot, wet, and slick. The feel of his backside against me was almost more than I could take.
I turned him around, pulled him to me, his face in my hands, and gently kissed him as the water poured over us. He put his arms around me, pulled me closer, kissed me deeper, his tongue explored my mouth gently, sensuously.
I moved to kiss his neck, his chest, working my way down across his stomach, kissing the inside of his thighs as the water sprayed his backside, kissing his muscular legs, going first down one then up the other, never breaking contact with his hot, wet skin. As I kissed up his leg, I knelt in front of him, leaving kisses along the inside of his thigh, the tip of my nose touching his hard cock.
I grasped his cock in my hand and rubbed it slowly, then used my tongue to get my first taste of him. He gasped as my tongue touched the sensitive underside of his cock. I massaged his cock, with my hand, the head in and out of my mouth, at first slowly but building to a faster speed. I felt him tense up, so I slowed down again. He gasped as I sucked his cock and gently played with his balls in my other hand. I guided him in and out of my mouth, my hand an extension of the wetness and pressure, the head of his cock slipped out of my mouth and into my palm, over and over. I listened closely, his moans growing, his breathing faster. I went faster and faster until I was certain he was right at the edge of an orgasm and then backed off so that he’d come down just a bit, then started again but faster still until he braced himself on the wall, shooting his hot load into my throat, more of it coming as fast as I could swallow it. I continued to suck his cock until the spasms had stopped.
“Oh, My God.” He said. “That was fucking amazing.” He said as he tried to catch his breath.
I reached around him, turned off the water, climbed out of the tub, and left him breathing heavy and leaning on the wall for support. I wrapped up in a towel and pulled one off the shelf for him, leaving it on the top of the toilet.
“When you’ve recovered, I’ll be out here drying off.” I said, laughing my evil little laugh.
“Yeah, right. I’ll be recovered sometime next week. Good God, did you know how to do that in high school?” he asked from the bathroom.
From the bedroom, I answered. “No, I didn’t know how to do that in high school. Bummer, huh?” I asked.
“No, not at all. Because I was really going to have to kick myself for not asking you out if you’d known how to do this in school!” he chuckled.
I dried off and climbed into the soft, cool sheets on my bed as he walked into the room. I thought to myself again that he was beautiful.
He realized I was watching him again, and asked, “what?”
“Nothing, just more of those fantasies of mine being fulfilled.” I said.
“So just what have you fantasized about concerning me?” He asked.
“Hmmm, let’s see. When we were kids, that we’d be the only people in English class for some reason, the teacher wasn’t there and you’d back me into a corner and kiss me. Or that you’d ask me out and find that I was just the most wonderful person you’d ever met. Or you’d come up from behind and grab me – oh wait, you did do that a few times!” I said.
“Nothing overtly sexual, huh?” he asked.
“Please, the most x-rated thoughts I had back then were being French kissed and felt up! Hell, I was a virgin when I graduated.”
“What?! You couldn’t have been. You always seemed so “bad”.
“Hey, I was a virgin – not inexperienced in the art of flirtation and teasing.”
He sat down next to me, his skin still damp. He reached to push my long auburn hair back from my face, caressed my cheek with his hand with the gentleness of a lover you’d had for years. He trailed his fingertips lightly along my neck, touched my chest ever so softly, giving rise to goose bumps on my neck. He caressed the curve of my breast through the sheet, seemingly taking great care in not touching the hardened nipple.
“I thought I remembered you liked to be touched – I was always coming up to you in school and touching you one way or another. Hell, I touch you at every reunion!” He said as he laughed.
“You remembered right,” I purred, “and I’ve gotten to be more of a touch junkie as I’ve gotten older.”
He leaned down to me, covered my mouth with his, our tongues touched, seeking each other. As we kissed, I put my arms around his neck, arched my back and my chest rose to his. He placed a hand on my breast and pinched my hard nipple through the fabric that covered it. I felt my juices flow as he continued.
He broke away from the kiss, backed away just a bit, and placed his free hand on my other breast then squeezed its nipple as hard as the other. The harder he pinched, the more I moaned and arched into his hands.
He released his grip and slowly pulled back the sheet that covered me. He leaned down and kissed my neck, leaving cool, wet kisses, then onto my chest, between my breasts, and down my belly. He kissed back up my body, finally taking a nipple into his warm, wet mouth, sucking on it gently. He caught it between his teeth and nipped it slightly. I enjoyed the sensations as he continued to suck on my nipples as his hand slid down my belly and between my legs.
He changed his position, put himself between my legs, his fingers traced the folds of my pussy lips. They were wet and swollen and became more so as he continued to touch me.
He lay on his stomach, his head between my legs, his fingers spread my glistening lips apart, pulled back the hood of my clit, exposed it to the cool air in the room. He touched my sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue and I jumped, arched my pelvis to meet his tongue as he lapped at my pussy, licking the wetness from my skin. I moaned as he sucked my clit into his mouth, biting it gently between his teeth, pulling at it ever so slightly. He held the lips apart with one hand while the fingers of his other hand pushed into me easily, his fingertips found my G-spot and I exploded within seconds as I had done when he had me at the front door.
“Oh My God,” I said, “that’s incredible.”
He continued to lick and suck my clit, my body tensed and released as I built to another orgasm, my hands rested on top of his head, pulling on his hair occasionally. He inserted all of his fingers into my incredibly wet pussy, then brought them all out, his index finger back into my pussy, he continued to rub the inside, then put his wet pinky into my ass, causing me to first jump, then moan as he moved his fingers in and out of me in rhythm, now using his thumb to rub my swollen clit.
He continued this for only a moment or two. As my orgasm began, he stopped moving and pulled away.
“Good Lord, what are you doing to me?” I pleaded.
“Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it?” he said as he grinned and got on his knees, his hard cock straight out from his body, grabbed my legs and twisted me where I was on my hands and knees.
“Please, just get inside me!” I begged with my ass in the air, my swollen pussy lips needing his attention.
I felt the head of his rock hard cock touch my lips. I pushed back against him, impaled myself on him, his hands on my hips, pulling me back as far as he could. He rocked back and forth, his cock coming in and out of my wetness, slow at first but picking up speed.
I reached through my legs to play with his balls as he fucked me. He moved faster and faster and I was sure he wasn’t far from coming, I stopped playing with his balls and placed a finger on my engorged clit to rub it into yet another orgasm.
I heard him moan as his orgasm began, his hands gripping my hips, holding me in place, his cock still pulsing inside of me. My orgasm started a fraction of a second after his, the waves of ecstasy washed over me, pushing me onto him even more. It felt like it took hours for me to finish, but it was only a moment.
We remained that way until we could breathe again. He released his grip on me, slid his cock out slowly, my legs straightened out and I lay down on the bed.
With his help, I turned over so that we faced each other. I reached up to him, pulled him down on me, my mouth closed over his, our tongues doing their dance, tasted me on his lips, rubbed my hands over his back, now damp from the sweat we’d generated.
“Well,” he started, “that was pretty good – but, was it anything that you might have fantasized about?”
“On several occasions in fact!” I said as I laughed.
He rolled off of me and onto the bed beside me as I arranged myself on my side with an arm over his chest, my head propped up in my hand.
He glanced at the clock at the bedside and said it was almost 2 a.m.
“Do you believe how late it is?” he asked.
“Hmm. I tend to look at it as being fairly early . . . which means it’s probably time to get up and around” I said as I moved my hand towards his cock.
“Around,” he started, “should be fairly easy. But up? I don’t know, I’m an old guy and up needs a lot more recovery time.”
“Ya think?” I said as I played with his cock and watched it grow.
“Well, I’ll be. Look what we have here!” he said as he scooted down on the bed to lie flat as I continued to play with his now engorged cock.
I crawled over his leg to kneel between his legs, my arms rested on his thighs, his balls cradled in my breasts, his cock between my lips. I held him with my right hand, his cock sliding in and out of my hand as it also slid in and out of my mouth, getting wetter and wetter and so very hard. I teased the tip of his cock with my tongue and the palm of my hand, switching between the two quickly, hearing his breathing become more rapid. His hands grabbed the sheets, bunching them in his fists – he was getting close.
“You’re teasing me again, aren’t you?” he asked.
I uncurled myself, rising up on my knees, looked at him with my best “who me?” look then leaned my head down to his belly, my hair fell to the side and onto his skin. I moved my head, ever so slowly, and tickled his skin with the ends of my hair, moving so that eventually, the hair caressed his penis. He rolled his hips, his cock moving in my hair.
I got up from in between his legs and moved myself to his feet. Using my hair the same way, I started tickling him from his foot, up his leg, to the inside then the outside of his thigh, just grazing his hard cock with the ends of my hair, over his belly, his chest and onto his arm, down to his hand, all the while trailing my hair with the fingertips of my hand. I felt the goose bumps on his skin and had to smile to myself.
“Don’t move,” I said as I moved away from the bed.
“Not to worry, I’m not going anywhere.” he replied, not even opening his eyes.
I went over to dresser and pulled out a few silk scarves. I grasped his wrist, loosely tied the scarf around it, brought his arms up and over to tie them to the brass headboard.
“Hey,” he started.
“Don’t worry about a thing, sweetheart, you know I’m not going to hurt you, don’t you?”
“But,”
“Just lie there.” I told him.
I did the same with his other arm then, climbed to straddle him, slipping a sleep mask on his head so that he could not see.
I leaned over and touched the tip of my tongue to the hollow in his neck, under his chin, onto his lips, kissed him gently, lightly, my tongue teasing his lips. My breasts were pressed against his chest, my pussy rested just below his belly. I moved around a bit to stimulate as many areas as possible at one time. I kissed his earlobe, his neck, his chest, paying special attention to his hard little nipples. I teased them with my tongue and my teeth then moved down him stopping in just the right spot to let my hot, wet pussy touch the tip of his cock. He pushed his hips up, trying to get inside of me, but I moved away - it wasn’t time for that just yet.
I continued down his chest with my lips and tongue, over his belly, down to his throbbing cock, kissing the head, and licked from the base of his cock to the very tip and back down again; I held his balls with my left hand and grasped his swollen cock with my right hand and massaged, pulled, rubbed, then barely touched the head with the tip of my tongue.
He smelled so good, warm and excited. I took him into my mouth, the head of his cock touched the back of my throat. I kept him there, in that position, for a moment, then slowly let his cock slide out of my mouth and back into my hand, grasping him firmly, then gently, alternating between the two, pulling and massaging him to a new hardness. He rolled his hips to meet me, the moans of ecstasy telling me his orgasm was approaching.
I slowed the tempo once again, only to speed up a few moments later. Soon I could tell that he was right there, needing to dive head first off this cliff, so I quickly straddled him, guided his pulsing cock into my wet pussy. Slowly, slowly, until I was seated on his pelvis, his cock engulfed completely.
I rocked my pelvis back and forth. I slid him in and out of my tight pussy, slowly then more quickly, pressing down and rocking harder on him.
I saw him strain against the scarves that were tied around his wrists and around the headboard. I moved to untie him but decided against it and, instead, leaned forward so that my breasts would rest on his face. His mouth tried to taste my nipples but I moved before he was able to taste me. I ran my tongue around his throat as I continued to rock on him, the pressure on my clit building, brining my orgasm closer.
I straightened up to ride his cock like a good cowgirl would do. I rocked faster, put my hand between his pelvis and my clit to rub just a bit more, to put me over the edge. As I came, I rocked fast and hard on him, his moans turned to shouts.
“Oh, God, oh God,” he said as he pushed his hips up to meet me and came explosively.
I got up and off of him quickly, bending over to lick our juices off of his throbbing cock. I pulled the sleep mask off his head as I licked him.
“Holy fuck,” he stammered as he watched me clean his cock with my tongue.
“So,” I started as I licked my lips, “You liked that?”
His head rolled back onto the pillow, his eyes closed.
“Mmmm.” He said.
Finished with my snack, I untied his wrists and lay down next to him, my head on his chest, pulling the covers up over both of us. It didn’t take long for him to doze off, and I lay listening to his deep, even breathing. It wasn’t too long before I dozed off as well, but as I drifted off to sleep, I had thoughts of what I’d like to do after we awoke.
Years later, after graduation, we all went our own ways and I didn’t see him again.
I always looked forward to seeing him at our reunions because he seemed to be a “regular”. As any reunion approached, my lust for him would reawaken. I looked forward to the next reunion before we’d said goodbye at the current reunion. I had always hoped that someday the timing would be right and he’d be mine.
At a milestone reunion, he made my dreams come true – he kissed me. My biggest, baddest, 16 year old girl fantasy had just become reality, so I decided to let him know he’d made my dreams come true.
“What?” he said after I admitted my crush.
“Don’t tell me you never knew I had a crush on you.”
“I had no clue.” He said as he laughed.
“Well, you’re probably the only one who didn’t know.” I told him.
After a few more dances, hugs and kisses with him and several others at the party, I bid them all farewell and as I left, I could have sworn I heard him say “I’ve loved you all along!” Or did I just imagine that? Instead of stopping and asking him to repeat what he said, I waved, went home and looked forward to seeing him again in five years.
And what a five years it was – 9/11 happened shortly after our reunion and that changed our world. I moved my family into the rehabbed home I’d inherited earlier in the year; I entered into grief counseling; my son and I moved out of our family home into an apartment; I got a divorce; I lost my job; I found a job that was even better than the one I lost; I was alone, but happy.
I experienced a lot of personal growth during those five years but what remained constant was my lust for him, the desire to touch him, to taste him, to have him. He was on my mind many times over the years.
There were times I’d lie in my bed, alone, and my thoughts would drift, finding a path to him. As my thoughts of him drifted from place to place, my hands would drift along my body. I imagined my hands were his, as my fingertips would glide lightly along my skin, they were his fingertips. My touch, his touch.
I would imagine his touch as I brushed my palm across my nipple, now hard and tight; his fingers grasped my nipple and pulled gently, twisted slightly. He knew this would get me hotter. My fingers grasped the other nipple and imagined it was his fingertips that now pulled on both nipples. I felt the wetness between my legs and reached down to dip into it; his fingers spread my swollen lips to push into me to find the slickness from inside. Now both hands between my legs, hot pussy lips pulled apart and back to expose my clit. A gentle touch to the naked flesh of my clit with his slick fingertip sent a bolt of electricity through me. My hips rose to meet the touch; begged for more. The fingertips knew exactly what to do, rubbed in small circles, my clit pinched between the two fingers, rubbed between the fingers, the other fingers holding the lips away. The orgasm built inside me and with one more perfect touch, exploded with a force I’d not experienced in a long time.
I lay there, breath coming in gasps. I licked the juices from my fingers, imagining the feel of his tongue on my fingertip, the thrill of having my finger in his mouth, touching his tongue, his lips.
As the evening of our next reunion drew near, I’d not heard that he’d be there, but I couldn’t imagine him not coming to a reunion. Truth was I needed to see him; I needed my five year fix. The lust I felt for him increased tenfold. I imagined his body still lean and strong from the days of track and the rigors of his career as a cop; his eyes still strong and clear; his ass still, without a doubt, the best ass I’d ever come across to date.
I had a revelation a few years earlier that he was the one responsible for my desire for the martial artist, wrestler, well built body type – not too tall, lean but not thin, built but not over developed. Anytime I saw someone with that build, I felt my body react and my mind returned to the picture of him held in my memory.
I had these images frequently; more so as the reunion drew closer. I was relatively certain I’d see him at the party. I was even more certain he’d never be mine. All I would ever have of him would be my fantasies, 16 year old school girl crush and memories of a great guy from school.
The night of the party came and, although it was a very busy day, I took the time needed to look nice for the event. I dressed professionally, yet sexy. I curled my hair and felt very pretty. Just a little sexy underneath that no one would know about except me.
I was seated in the lounge talking with a group of friends when one of the others stood up to greet someone behind me. I turned to look and there he was.
He was more handsome than the day we graduated all those years ago. It had been more than thirty years since that day and he looked as if he’d gained only a few laugh lines where the rest of us had gained pounds and lost hair. I looked at him and smiled. I was sure my smile gave away my lustful thoughts, but hoped for the best.
He came and hugged me as he always did. I hadn’t been with anyone in a very long time and I felt my body react to his closeness, his smell. I felt the wetness start between my legs, the heat in my chest and on my face. I was flushed because he was here; I was excited by his touch. I hoped I didn’t look as though I was that 16 year old girl with a crush.
Through the evening we talked and mingled, everyone enjoying the reconnection with old friends. There were times I watched him as he talked. My imagination was going to places I was sure reality would never see.
The evening drew to a close and I said my goodbyes. I came to him and we hugged.
“Why didn’t you say something at the last reunion when I told you I’d loved you all along?” He asked pointedly as we stood toe to toe, my arms around his neck, his around my waist.
“Wow. You really did say that? I thought for sure it had been my imagination.” I replied.
“No, it wasn’t your imagination.”
“Walk me to my car?” I asked as I broke our embrace.
He said his good byes as well, took my hand in his and we headed to the parking garage. As we walked, we talked.
“You know,” I started, “I’m probably going to make a fool of myself by saying this, but what the hell, I’m going to do it anyway. That crush I had on you in school? “
He nodded his head and watched me closely.
“Well, I’ve never really gotten over it. Here it is 30 years since we graduated and I constantly think of you. You have no idea how much I want you, to touch you, to taste you, to have you. I really only plan these things to see you.” I said as I laughed and smiled.
We got to the car, I turned around and leaned against it for support, as I felt my knees would give out at any moment. He didn’t say anything, he just looked at me. I’d gone too far - pushed too hard.
“I’m sor…” his mouth covered mine as I tried to apologize. My knees turned to jelly as he kissed me, his tongue tentatively touched my lips, waited for my mouth to open. I returned the kiss and felt as though I melted into the cold steel of the car, the heat rose in me, a flush crept across my chest and cheeks as we kissed, passionately, longingly. I pulled him to me, leaning us on the car with me in the middle. He pulled away just a bit, looking into my eyes.
“We shouldn’t do this, right?” I asked breathlessly, fearing his answer.
“You’re right I know, but do you want to stop?” he asked me.
“No,” I said as I grabbed the lapels of his leather jacket and pulled him to me, kissed him hard on the mouth. We relaxed into the kiss, our tongues entwined. We continued to kiss as I let go of jacket, put my arms around his waist, pulled him closer still. I brought one hand down and placed it on that perfect ass, pulling him into me. He moaned as I pulled him closer. My mind toyed with the idea of going down on him right there but thought better of it.
I broke away for just a moment and looked at him. I found myself smiling as I looked at him.
“Ok, what are you smiling about?” he asked with a smile of his own.
“More of those fantasies coming true at this very moment.” I said as I moved to kiss him again.
He leaned back a bit, but not too far away, I could still feel the heat from his body, but I couldn’t reach his lips.
“A crush, huh? I don’t recall you really ever dating anyone. Why didn’t you say something about it?” He said.
“I was sure you didn’t like me “like that”. I knew you liked me – we liked each other – but I never thought that you would have been interested in me like for a girlfriend or something. There’s only so much rejection a new hormonal, 16 year old girl can take.”
“Ok, so this thing about you’d loved me all along.” I said, “What’s up with that?”
“Head over heels, really, from about 9th grade. And I was pretty sure you didn’t like me like that. Then once we graduated, we went our separate ways. The only time I’d see you was at the reunions. I always looked forward to them for just that reason.” He said with a grin. “So what do we do now?”
“I know what I want to do.” I said as I placed my hand between us and found his cock hard.
“Yeah,” he grinned, pulling me closer, “Me, too.”
“Follow me home?” I asked.
“Yes.” He said.
We arrived at my apartment about 15 minutes later. We stepped in and I backed him up against the door as soon as it was closed. I feasted on him, my lust barely under control.
He tasted so good; he felt even better. He had his hands on my back, pulling me into him as far as we could go. He bent to kiss the top of my shoulder then kissed his way up my neck to my earlobe, taking it gently into his mouth, his lips so soft on my ear. I felt his hard cock through the crisp fabric of his pants and rubbed my hand over the area; he moaned as I stroked him.
He turned me, put my back against the door. He moved his hands under my dress, pushed it up my body, both breasts cupped by his hands, his fingers on my hard nipples through the lace of my bra, grasping, pinching, pulling; all the things I loved, but how did he know? As he moved his hand down the front of my body, his fingers pulled the soft material of my dress back down.
His hand slipped between my legs, a finger slid under the lace of my panties, touching the small, trimmed patch of short hair above my shaved pussy lips. His touch was like a jolt of electricity; I arched my back and pushed my pussy into his hand, wanting his fingers to fuck me.
His middle finger found my slippery slit and parted the lips; he slowly moved his finger up to my clit, pressed it, circled it, pinched it between his finger and thumb. He played with my clit, his other fingers suddenly buried in my pussy, in and out, faster and faster until I came.
He pulled his hand from between my legs, his fingers touched my lips and I tasted the sweet-salty juice I’d created. I licked his fingers clean, enjoying the taste.
“If you don’t mind,” I said breathlessly as I stepped forward from the door, moving around him, smoothing my dress at the same time, “I, uh, I’m going to take a quick shower. I’m feeling hot and sticky from all the dancing and smoke in the room.”
“Just the dancing and the smoke?” he asked with a wicked grin.
“Uh, no.” I said, as I breathed heavily, knowing my face was red from the heat we’d generated.
“It’s ok, go right ahead – but save me some hot water, if that’s ok with you. I think a shower is a great idea.”
“Ok, make yourself comfortable and I’ll be back soon. There’s beer and other refreshments in the frig. Turn on some music or the TV – makes yourself at home.” I said as I walked back to my bedroom to get to the shower.
I stripped off the smoky, sweaty clothes and left them in a pile on the bedroom floor. I stepped into the shower, pulled the curtain and turned on the water, letting it spray onto my face, soaking my hair and body. I was lost in the events of the evening so far, reliving them in my head as I washed my hair under the spray.
I didn’t realize he’d come into the bathroom until he pulled the shower curtain back, exposing my wet body to the cooler, outside air.
“Hey, that’s cold – shut the door or the curtain, one.” I said.
He shut the bathroom door and I watched him as he stripped off his clothes. I had been right – he still had a magnificent body. He stepped into the shower with me and closed the curtain. He moved around me so that he could get wet. I reached around from behind him, put my hands on his chest, the feel of the skin beneath my hands hot, wet, and slick. The feel of his backside against me was almost more than I could take.
I turned him around, pulled him to me, his face in my hands, and gently kissed him as the water poured over us. He put his arms around me, pulled me closer, kissed me deeper, his tongue explored my mouth gently, sensuously.
I moved to kiss his neck, his chest, working my way down across his stomach, kissing the inside of his thighs as the water sprayed his backside, kissing his muscular legs, going first down one then up the other, never breaking contact with his hot, wet skin. As I kissed up his leg, I knelt in front of him, leaving kisses along the inside of his thigh, the tip of my nose touching his hard cock.
I grasped his cock in my hand and rubbed it slowly, then used my tongue to get my first taste of him. He gasped as my tongue touched the sensitive underside of his cock. I massaged his cock, with my hand, the head in and out of my mouth, at first slowly but building to a faster speed. I felt him tense up, so I slowed down again. He gasped as I sucked his cock and gently played with his balls in my other hand. I guided him in and out of my mouth, my hand an extension of the wetness and pressure, the head of his cock slipped out of my mouth and into my palm, over and over. I listened closely, his moans growing, his breathing faster. I went faster and faster until I was certain he was right at the edge of an orgasm and then backed off so that he’d come down just a bit, then started again but faster still until he braced himself on the wall, shooting his hot load into my throat, more of it coming as fast as I could swallow it. I continued to suck his cock until the spasms had stopped.
“Oh, My God.” He said. “That was fucking amazing.” He said as he tried to catch his breath.
I reached around him, turned off the water, climbed out of the tub, and left him breathing heavy and leaning on the wall for support. I wrapped up in a towel and pulled one off the shelf for him, leaving it on the top of the toilet.
“When you’ve recovered, I’ll be out here drying off.” I said, laughing my evil little laugh.
“Yeah, right. I’ll be recovered sometime next week. Good God, did you know how to do that in high school?” he asked from the bathroom.
From the bedroom, I answered. “No, I didn’t know how to do that in high school. Bummer, huh?” I asked.
“No, not at all. Because I was really going to have to kick myself for not asking you out if you’d known how to do this in school!” he chuckled.
I dried off and climbed into the soft, cool sheets on my bed as he walked into the room. I thought to myself again that he was beautiful.
He realized I was watching him again, and asked, “what?”
“Nothing, just more of those fantasies of mine being fulfilled.” I said.
“So just what have you fantasized about concerning me?” He asked.
“Hmmm, let’s see. When we were kids, that we’d be the only people in English class for some reason, the teacher wasn’t there and you’d back me into a corner and kiss me. Or that you’d ask me out and find that I was just the most wonderful person you’d ever met. Or you’d come up from behind and grab me – oh wait, you did do that a few times!” I said.
“Nothing overtly sexual, huh?” he asked.
“Please, the most x-rated thoughts I had back then were being French kissed and felt up! Hell, I was a virgin when I graduated.”
“What?! You couldn’t have been. You always seemed so “bad”.
“Hey, I was a virgin – not inexperienced in the art of flirtation and teasing.”
He sat down next to me, his skin still damp. He reached to push my long auburn hair back from my face, caressed my cheek with his hand with the gentleness of a lover you’d had for years. He trailed his fingertips lightly along my neck, touched my chest ever so softly, giving rise to goose bumps on my neck. He caressed the curve of my breast through the sheet, seemingly taking great care in not touching the hardened nipple.
“I thought I remembered you liked to be touched – I was always coming up to you in school and touching you one way or another. Hell, I touch you at every reunion!” He said as he laughed.
“You remembered right,” I purred, “and I’ve gotten to be more of a touch junkie as I’ve gotten older.”
He leaned down to me, covered my mouth with his, our tongues touched, seeking each other. As we kissed, I put my arms around his neck, arched my back and my chest rose to his. He placed a hand on my breast and pinched my hard nipple through the fabric that covered it. I felt my juices flow as he continued.
He broke away from the kiss, backed away just a bit, and placed his free hand on my other breast then squeezed its nipple as hard as the other. The harder he pinched, the more I moaned and arched into his hands.
He released his grip and slowly pulled back the sheet that covered me. He leaned down and kissed my neck, leaving cool, wet kisses, then onto my chest, between my breasts, and down my belly. He kissed back up my body, finally taking a nipple into his warm, wet mouth, sucking on it gently. He caught it between his teeth and nipped it slightly. I enjoyed the sensations as he continued to suck on my nipples as his hand slid down my belly and between my legs.
He changed his position, put himself between my legs, his fingers traced the folds of my pussy lips. They were wet and swollen and became more so as he continued to touch me.
He lay on his stomach, his head between my legs, his fingers spread my glistening lips apart, pulled back the hood of my clit, exposed it to the cool air in the room. He touched my sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue and I jumped, arched my pelvis to meet his tongue as he lapped at my pussy, licking the wetness from my skin. I moaned as he sucked my clit into his mouth, biting it gently between his teeth, pulling at it ever so slightly. He held the lips apart with one hand while the fingers of his other hand pushed into me easily, his fingertips found my G-spot and I exploded within seconds as I had done when he had me at the front door.
“Oh My God,” I said, “that’s incredible.”
He continued to lick and suck my clit, my body tensed and released as I built to another orgasm, my hands rested on top of his head, pulling on his hair occasionally. He inserted all of his fingers into my incredibly wet pussy, then brought them all out, his index finger back into my pussy, he continued to rub the inside, then put his wet pinky into my ass, causing me to first jump, then moan as he moved his fingers in and out of me in rhythm, now using his thumb to rub my swollen clit.
He continued this for only a moment or two. As my orgasm began, he stopped moving and pulled away.
“Good Lord, what are you doing to me?” I pleaded.
“Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it?” he said as he grinned and got on his knees, his hard cock straight out from his body, grabbed my legs and twisted me where I was on my hands and knees.
“Please, just get inside me!” I begged with my ass in the air, my swollen pussy lips needing his attention.
I felt the head of his rock hard cock touch my lips. I pushed back against him, impaled myself on him, his hands on my hips, pulling me back as far as he could. He rocked back and forth, his cock coming in and out of my wetness, slow at first but picking up speed.
I reached through my legs to play with his balls as he fucked me. He moved faster and faster and I was sure he wasn’t far from coming, I stopped playing with his balls and placed a finger on my engorged clit to rub it into yet another orgasm.
I heard him moan as his orgasm began, his hands gripping my hips, holding me in place, his cock still pulsing inside of me. My orgasm started a fraction of a second after his, the waves of ecstasy washed over me, pushing me onto him even more. It felt like it took hours for me to finish, but it was only a moment.
We remained that way until we could breathe again. He released his grip on me, slid his cock out slowly, my legs straightened out and I lay down on the bed.
With his help, I turned over so that we faced each other. I reached up to him, pulled him down on me, my mouth closed over his, our tongues doing their dance, tasted me on his lips, rubbed my hands over his back, now damp from the sweat we’d generated.
“Well,” he started, “that was pretty good – but, was it anything that you might have fantasized about?”
“On several occasions in fact!” I said as I laughed.
He rolled off of me and onto the bed beside me as I arranged myself on my side with an arm over his chest, my head propped up in my hand.
He glanced at the clock at the bedside and said it was almost 2 a.m.
“Do you believe how late it is?” he asked.
“Hmm. I tend to look at it as being fairly early . . . which means it’s probably time to get up and around” I said as I moved my hand towards his cock.
“Around,” he started, “should be fairly easy. But up? I don’t know, I’m an old guy and up needs a lot more recovery time.”
“Ya think?” I said as I played with his cock and watched it grow.
“Well, I’ll be. Look what we have here!” he said as he scooted down on the bed to lie flat as I continued to play with his now engorged cock.
I crawled over his leg to kneel between his legs, my arms rested on his thighs, his balls cradled in my breasts, his cock between my lips. I held him with my right hand, his cock sliding in and out of my hand as it also slid in and out of my mouth, getting wetter and wetter and so very hard. I teased the tip of his cock with my tongue and the palm of my hand, switching between the two quickly, hearing his breathing become more rapid. His hands grabbed the sheets, bunching them in his fists – he was getting close.
“You’re teasing me again, aren’t you?” he asked.
I uncurled myself, rising up on my knees, looked at him with my best “who me?” look then leaned my head down to his belly, my hair fell to the side and onto his skin. I moved my head, ever so slowly, and tickled his skin with the ends of my hair, moving so that eventually, the hair caressed his penis. He rolled his hips, his cock moving in my hair.
I got up from in between his legs and moved myself to his feet. Using my hair the same way, I started tickling him from his foot, up his leg, to the inside then the outside of his thigh, just grazing his hard cock with the ends of my hair, over his belly, his chest and onto his arm, down to his hand, all the while trailing my hair with the fingertips of my hand. I felt the goose bumps on his skin and had to smile to myself.
“Don’t move,” I said as I moved away from the bed.
“Not to worry, I’m not going anywhere.” he replied, not even opening his eyes.
I went over to dresser and pulled out a few silk scarves. I grasped his wrist, loosely tied the scarf around it, brought his arms up and over to tie them to the brass headboard.
“Hey,” he started.
“Don’t worry about a thing, sweetheart, you know I’m not going to hurt you, don’t you?”
“But,”
“Just lie there.” I told him.
I did the same with his other arm then, climbed to straddle him, slipping a sleep mask on his head so that he could not see.
I leaned over and touched the tip of my tongue to the hollow in his neck, under his chin, onto his lips, kissed him gently, lightly, my tongue teasing his lips. My breasts were pressed against his chest, my pussy rested just below his belly. I moved around a bit to stimulate as many areas as possible at one time. I kissed his earlobe, his neck, his chest, paying special attention to his hard little nipples. I teased them with my tongue and my teeth then moved down him stopping in just the right spot to let my hot, wet pussy touch the tip of his cock. He pushed his hips up, trying to get inside of me, but I moved away - it wasn’t time for that just yet.
I continued down his chest with my lips and tongue, over his belly, down to his throbbing cock, kissing the head, and licked from the base of his cock to the very tip and back down again; I held his balls with my left hand and grasped his swollen cock with my right hand and massaged, pulled, rubbed, then barely touched the head with the tip of my tongue.
He smelled so good, warm and excited. I took him into my mouth, the head of his cock touched the back of my throat. I kept him there, in that position, for a moment, then slowly let his cock slide out of my mouth and back into my hand, grasping him firmly, then gently, alternating between the two, pulling and massaging him to a new hardness. He rolled his hips to meet me, the moans of ecstasy telling me his orgasm was approaching.
I slowed the tempo once again, only to speed up a few moments later. Soon I could tell that he was right there, needing to dive head first off this cliff, so I quickly straddled him, guided his pulsing cock into my wet pussy. Slowly, slowly, until I was seated on his pelvis, his cock engulfed completely.
I rocked my pelvis back and forth. I slid him in and out of my tight pussy, slowly then more quickly, pressing down and rocking harder on him.
I saw him strain against the scarves that were tied around his wrists and around the headboard. I moved to untie him but decided against it and, instead, leaned forward so that my breasts would rest on his face. His mouth tried to taste my nipples but I moved before he was able to taste me. I ran my tongue around his throat as I continued to rock on him, the pressure on my clit building, brining my orgasm closer.
I straightened up to ride his cock like a good cowgirl would do. I rocked faster, put my hand between his pelvis and my clit to rub just a bit more, to put me over the edge. As I came, I rocked fast and hard on him, his moans turned to shouts.
“Oh, God, oh God,” he said as he pushed his hips up to meet me and came explosively.
I got up and off of him quickly, bending over to lick our juices off of his throbbing cock. I pulled the sleep mask off his head as I licked him.
“Holy fuck,” he stammered as he watched me clean his cock with my tongue.
“So,” I started as I licked my lips, “You liked that?”
His head rolled back onto the pillow, his eyes closed.
“Mmmm.” He said.
Finished with my snack, I untied his wrists and lay down next to him, my head on his chest, pulling the covers up over both of us. It didn’t take long for him to doze off, and I lay listening to his deep, even breathing. It wasn’t too long before I dozed off as well, but as I drifted off to sleep, I had thoughts of what I’d like to do after we awoke.
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