Be Very Quiet

The idea of sex in a public place has always intrigued me.  I suppose it’s the thrill of walking a thin line between private and public, of getting caught, or to have someone join us.  When I suggested the idea to you, your eyes got wide and an evil grin crept across your face.  I could tell you had the same ideal.  You were eager to give it a try, but I knew it would take some planning.   We figured out the where and how, but you wanted to keep it spontaneous.  One of us might get an idea and want to make a change on the fly.  I thought it sounded great; inspiration comes from unsuual places.    I wanted to be alone with you at some out-of-the-way place, somewhere neither of us had been.  This made someone recognizing us next to impossible.  I remembered a quiet piano bar downtown.  None of our crowd went there; in fact not many people went there anymore.  It was a bit seedy – a perfect place for our adventure.

We agree to arrive separately.  I arrive first and find a seat at the bar, one that faces the door so I can see you enter.  Where are you?  I begin to get anxious. I  start to play with my beer bottle, twisting the bottle with my fingertips and tearing off the label, leaving a pile of shredded paper on the table.  I am so worked up.   All day I have thought about this and how it’s making me crazy.  I can feel my desire spreading through my body.  The anticipation is making me crazy.  I need you. I need to tell you how much you arouse me,  how much I want to touch your body, how much I want to make you moan.

Finally, you arrive.  I watch you move through the room, fixing my gaze upon you.  You look so sexy in a short  black skirt, cream silk blouse,  and high heels.  Your long legs and firm ass  immediately grab my attention.  You know I am watching you.  As you move across the room, you know that I’m watching you with a raging hard-on, so you tease me by putting a little extra sway in your hips.  I smile, knowing that you are turning other men’s head, but they don’t stand a chance.  You’re mine, I’m your man,  and I don’t share.

You sit at the far end of the room, at a corner table in the dark.  I see a man approach the table with a drink in each hand, but he is quickly dismissed.  I wait a little longer, then make my way across the bar.  I move past the empty stage,  approach the table, and slide into the banquette next to you.  The track lighting illuminates the photographs behind us, but we stay in the shadows.  I lean over to whisper in your ear, sliding my hand under the table, out of view and up your skirt.  Your perfume is blending with the fragrance of your sex, and it drives me wild.  My fingers slide up your thigh, to the sweetness of your sex.  I discover the softness of your newly shaven mound uncovered, your nether lips are moist. I moan softly and whisper, “Mmmm..I want you.”  Sliding a finger inside your pussy, I hear you moan softly. I slide a second finger in and you grind against my hand.  I keep the fingers curved  and rub in a circular motion.  The grinding becomes more intense as you reach for the bulge in my pants.  I am rock hard, trying to keep from shooting my load too soon,  but you rub along the length of my shaft and coax it to maximum hardness.

I continue to  finger fuck you made easier from the lack of panties.  Your pussy is in lock down with no intention of releasing my digits.  You lean over and begin sliding your hands across my chest, aware that the shadows keep us well hidden.  You begin covering my neck with kisses and nibble your way up to my ears.  Your tongue traces a wet, thin line along the edge of my ear, knowing that pushes me over the edge.  I am ready to follow your lead, so you whisper in my ear, “Eat me.  I want you to fuck me with your tongue and make me cum.”   Rather than the luxuriously slow journey of my tongue to your pussy I take dive under the table, get on my knees and angle my body between your splayed thighs, and  plunge my tongue into you and taste your sweetness.

When my tongue first touches the lips, you jump from the sensation.  You are dripping wet and I start licking you, taking all the sweet nectar you have to give.  You make sure that I stay focused by running your fingers through my hair, lightly pressing my head in place.  Encircling your clit with my tongue, I feel your muscles tightening preparing for the pleasure about to radiate through your body.  The real challenge will be if you can keep your moans low enough not to attract attention.  We both get loud when we orgasm.  My tongue dives deep with one final thrust and you cum in waves.  I glance up from under the tablecloth and witness the rapture on your face.

Slowly I come up for air, but you need more.  Grabbing my hand, you pull me from out behind the table and lead me to the curtain behind the stage.  You part it away for us to pass through, moving towards a couch reserved for performers.  “No show tonight,” she coos, “no interruptions.  Take me right here.”  I push her back onto the couch and plunge into her.  She is so wet, my cock meets little resistance.  I have no patience as I fuck her brains out.  “Deeper…I want you deeper inside me.”  We are frantic lovers, knowing only a curtain separates us from the crowded bar.  It would be so easy for someone to sneak up on us – a thought that crossed my mind, but maybe another time.

I grab her hips in seach of leverage.  Each stroke reaches the maximum, the head of my cock slamming the back of her pussy.  We are both so close to errupting.  “Come on, baby.  Come with me.”  I can feel the waves of passion surging through me, pushing me to the brink.  Falling forward, with a crash of lips against lips, tongue meeting tongue, I cum into you.  My primal cries are muffled with our kiss as I scream into you.  It’s not long before you grind your hips into me, taking  continued thrusts of my rod, returning the deep kisses and moans as you find your release.  Our arms are wrapped around each other, trying to absorb every ounce of essence from each other.  Our combined energy is off the charts, but now it slowly seeps from us and causes us to collapse onto each other.

Reality quickly brings us out of our passion-soaked haze and we proceed to clean up and straighten up, all while wearing knowing grins.  We ignore the drinks left on the table and dash out the back door into the night, drunk on each other and ready for more.

Unexpected

He stood on the edge of a crowded function room, trying to avoid the inevitable.  Tonight was the quarterly company cocktail party.  This was an event to schmooze the clients, to thank them  for their business, and to bring potential clients on board.   He was there against his will.  Pressing the flesh with clients wasn’t isn’t his style.  He explained the fact to his boss, but he knew that avoiding it would not look good.  He preferred to do business in  a more subdued environment.  It was too loud, the guests made the most of the open bar, and he had been hit on by co-workers  too often.

He did play the corporate sales game very well, making a six-figure salary including commissions, but he wasn’t the typical sales hound.   He was tall, late 40′s, with dark hair and just enough gray around the temples to give him a distinguished aire.  He often wondered how a guy from rural New England made his way to the corporate rat race. He was a jeans-and-boots man, but he cleaned up very nicely for special occasions.  Tonight, he was dressed casually in a black blazer, crisp white shirt with an open collar, blue-black jeans and black Italian loafers.  The board of directors had no problem with his style.  He could walk around in his birthday suit, for all they cared, as long as he continued to bring in big-spending clients with long-term contracts.  Some of his female co-workers wished he would.

When she entered the room, she caught his eye almost instantaneously.  She had a presence;  someone who couldn’t - or wouldn’t – be ignored.   She made her way to the bar, striding confidently across the room.  She knew she had instantly caught the eye of every man in the room.  It was so cliche, but so true.   She was impeccably dressed; her teal silk blouse was one button away from scandal, the fabric draping  her full breasts and slender torso.  The black skirt with a discreet side slit accentuated her luscious curves and her stiletto heels enhanced her long legs.   She was the complete package – elegant, confident, in charge.  

He watched her for a while, creating wonderfully naughty scenarios in his head.  The thought of  discovering the depths of her passion aroused him, bringing his manhood to attention.  Now it was a matter of figuring out how to get close to this gorgeous creature.  It was a matter of how or where.  When the Director of Sales grabbed his arm and told him there was someone he had to meet, he unintentionally was taking care of “how”.  Imagine the surprise when his boss led him directly to her.  She held a similar position with a cosmetics conglomerate.  Her purpose was the search of new packaging ideas for a new line debuting in the Fall.  Once  they laid eyes on each other, she knew that he was just the man with the right package for her.  There was no ignoring the sparks between them.  They could light up the room with the electricity they generated.  They talked a little business, their conversation flowed easily.  All the while, their eyes never left each other.  Instead of networking all night, they isolated themselves in a corner, talking and flirting.  Their conversation became spiced with innuendo.  She played with the choker of pearls that lay delicately against her alabaster skin and dropped her gaze to check out his body.  She was felt the raw, unadulterated lust at her core. and he was the perfect man to release it.  The moist folds of her pussy pulsed, she longed for his tongue to lick the honey that soaked her thong.  Oh, yes…I do want him to fuck me, she thought.

But not tonight. She remembered from their conversation that he loved the ocean.  “Why don’t you come out to my place tomorrow night?  I’m in Cape Elizabeth – you DO  know how to get there?”  He knew where she lived.  It was an exclusive gated community, way out of his league.  He was more a cabin-by-the-lake man, but he loved the ocean equally and appreciated what this development gave its residents both beachfront and inland lots, with unprecedented privacy.  The lots were five acres for a reason: to keep nosy neighbors well beyond arms length.  She gave him her hastily scribbled phone number.  She began to walk away, but she stopped, as if she had forgotten an important detail.  She leaned in over his shoulder and whispered, “Call me if you get lost.  I look forward to tomorrow night”, then she playfully nibbled the lobe of his ear.  A sign of things to come, he thought.  He wasn’t sure if he could wait that long.

Neither did she.

He had been waiting for twenty minutes and was not used to waiting for his date.  His car is parked across the street from her house, waiting for her to return home.   He checked his watch.  Time was moving too slowly for his liking. He tried to imagine what excitement lay in store.  He checked his watch again.  As he watched the night sky his mind wandered back to the night before and the woman he was waiting for.  Before his mind wandered too far, he saw her Lexus turn into the driveway and into the garage.  About time, he said to himself.  When she emerged ahead of the slowly closing garage door, she stopped and stood at the edge of the lawn, hands on hips, watching  him slide out of his jet-black Porsche 911 Carrera.  He was dressed in a crisp pair of chinos, a  short-sleeved linen shirt,  and calfskin loafers with no socks.  He had been to the gym, and his hair was still wet from the shower.   I like his style,  she thought as he stood by the car.  She moved towards him with feline grace and he marveled at her long legs.  They seemed to go on forever, holding him in a hypnotic state for a few moments as he  imagined  them wrapped around his body.  She asked if he’d been waiting very long.  “Not really”, he responded, having been jolted from his naughty daydream.

As they entered the house, his attention was immediately drawn to the fountain in the huge entryway.  The sound of  bubbling water cascading down the rocks was calming, a soothing start to the evening.  As he watched  the huge orange and black koi swimming throughout the basin, he heard her call from the kitchen, offering him a beer.  She suggested he meet her on the patio overlooking the ocean.  He walked through the living room towards the balcony, pausing momentarily.  Her tastes in furniture were contemporary, almost minimalist.  He stepped onto the patio and breathed deeply.  There was a hint of an ocean breeze cooling the sultry night.  The sky was full of stars and the air filled with the sound of breaking waves, a peaceful respite from the corporate world.  There were advantages to having a home far away from the city lights.  There was privacy on three sides and a fabulous ocean view was another.   ”I hope you like Heineken”, she called.  He turned around in time to see her slink her way towards him.

While she was away, she had changed into a knee-length teal silk robe. ”I’m home now”, she said, “I want to be comfortable.  I hope you don’t mind.”  Mind?  He began to imagine what lay beneath the robe. She handed him his glass of beer, their fingers lightly brushed as her took it.  Her green eyes seemed illuminated reflecting the full moon, and his gaze never left them. ”A toast.  Here’s to surprises”. ”I’m for that”, he exclaimed as their glasses touched.  They engaged in small talk for a while, then paused, turning to look at the moon dancing on the bay.  The view was different than the forest views from his back porch.  The sound of the waves, just a hundred yards off the balcony, had a hypnotic quality that made the stress of the day melt away.  The salt air filled his lungs, immediately invigorating him.  He also knew that she was watching him, and behind those blue eyes she had trouble on her mind. Standing there in the soft moonlight, her auburn hair tossed by the freshening breeze, and the fullness of her breasts  barely hidden by her silk robe, he knew he had to have her.    He was drawn to her in a primal way, her body was the inspiration for those naughty thoughts, thoughts that took him to places unimaginable.

As he looked at her standing at the railing, he could feel his manhood swell with desire.  Her body was sending  him a  message, and his gut and his groin were telling him to take her.  She had turned her body slightly, her back to him.  He couldn’t resist caressing her silken shoulders, his hands moving across her shoulders and down her arms, then slowly moving across and around her waist.   He pulled her close,  taking in her fragrance, and began kissing  her neck.  The sensation of his lips on her skin made her moan.  His tongue drew a thin, wet line from behind her ear and traveling down her neck.  She could feel his thick package pressing into her ass and felt her own desires begin to rise.    She quivered as his hands caressed her shoulders.  Her breathing became ragged from excitement.  His strong arms encircled her waist, pulling her closer.   She felt his hot breath against the cool skin of her neck.  Pulling her hair aside he  to nibble  She moaned softly.  Still exploring her neck with his lips, his hands began to wander up her stomach toward her breasts.  He lightly ran his hands over the silk robe and brushed his fingers over her nipples, feeling them harden immediately.

His gentle touch left her breathless as he slowly loosened the belt of her robe, giving him access to her gently sloping breasts.   She could feel her nipples harden as his hands messaged her breasts, his thumb sweeping across each nub causing her to groan.  It would’ve been easy for her to orgasm from his touch.  His fingers slowly danced across her firm belly and down to her hips, lightly caressing her.  She could feel the electricity, the intense passion spreading from the moist folds of her pussy all through her torso.  She could take him right now, she was so wet.   She turned to face him,  feeling his hardened manhood bulging against his pants.  Finally, their lips met in a passionate morphing of skin and saliva.  His tongue gently parted her lips and mingled with hers.  Her eager hands rubbed him through the heavy fabric and she moaned.  His forceful but gentle hands opened her robe and began to caress her breasts.  Her soft pillows cupped in his hands felt divine.  Slowly, he began rolling her nipples between his finger thumb and she felt the electricity pulsing through her core.  The robe slid off her shoulders but she was oblivious to the pool of silk at her feet.  Her hands were ready to claim him as her own.  She grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over and off his body in one swift motion.  She fumbled with his belt while his hands ripped her thong off her hips with one quick tug.  Off came the loafers, the stilettos,  the chinos - they fell back onto the oversized double chaise lounge chair, consumed with passion.

Their mouths met again, passionate lips wet with desire, mashing into each other.  She felt his rod pressing hard against her thigh.  She purred – her kitty wanted him deep in her.  First, she wanted to taste him and feel the fullness of him penetrating her mouth.  Her lips began the slow, sensuous path to the root of his manhood.  Down his neck and across his chest, stopping to nibble and suck his nipples, making him gasp for breath.  Her hands blazed the trail as they slid across his hardened abs, her tongue drawing a thin wet line down to his groin.  She reached down and took his shaft in her hand.  She marveled at his size, his girth, the thickness of the head.  It was perfect and it was hers – for now.
She slowly took him in her mouth.  The fullness of the head slid over and past her lips as she slowly took him into her mouth until she took him all.  Her soft mouth and tongue found all his sensitive places.  His ran his fingers through her auburn tresses, groaning as her tongue slid along the ridge of the head and sending him closer to orgasm.  Sensing he was dangerously close to orgasm, she released him.  But the beast had been freed and he was ready to take her.

It happened in a flash – he quickly turned her over onto her stomach, the roundness of her ass rising up from the lounge.  She moved her ass with a gentle sway, inviting him to take her. He spread her slightly and took her from behind, his cock fully in command.  She cried out – a combination lustful scream and surprised yelp.  His cock was magnificent, she thought, as he plunged deeper into her with each stroke.  The Beast was on the loose and Beauty took all he had to offer.  Pushing into him as his rod filled her, she could sense their passions were in synch and their bodies became one, frantic and primal.  They were lust personified. 

But it was the connection he wanted.  The spiritual oneness created when two hearts beat as one.  Lust had its time; he was ready for love.

He pulled out and sat back on the lounge.  She turned over and looked at him, confused at the sudden interruption.  When she gazed into his face she saw that the beast was no more.  It had been replaced with a more serene confidence.  He reached out to her and beckoned her closer.  The fingers loosely mingled and they touched each other.  Their eyes locked on the other in a deep soulful gaze.  Suddenly, it wasn’t about control or domination.  It was about connection and the passion that comes from a deeper place.  He slowly pulled her to him and they embraced.  He was overcome with an energy he’d never experienced.  It appeared when they came together, one arm across her shoulder and a hand across the small of her back, the energy flowed from deep within.  He looked into her eyes.  “Can you feel that?”, he asked.   She paused for a moment.  She felt something but trying to describe the sensation was a challenge. “I feel something.  Sort of like a warm glow deep in my belly, but it’s moving outward.  I’ve never felt it before.”  She knew this was something special.

She sensed that this connection had deeper meaning that would grow and intensify. He sensed it, too, although he never expected it tonight.  He never expected it at all, but looking at her he knew he couldn’t deny it.   One simple leap  of faith would confirm it.  “Come over here.” He sat up with his legs spread open.  She was skeptical about his intentions but she trusted him.  They were still holding hands when he guided her to his lap.  He had her sit facing him, her legs straddling him and they came together.  She felt his cock penetrate her as she pulled herself closer.  Her legs wrapped around his waist and he moved deeper inside her.  He could tell that she was uncertain about this union, so he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and waist, completing this soulful intercourse.

Once they were in place, their eyes met once again and they met with a gentle kiss.  They again found the intense passion that first brought them together.  Now, it was more intimate than they expected.  They slowly began to rock back and forth, enraptured, the motion creating a blissful penetration of his manhood.  She could feel the waves of pleasure begin to move through her.  She knew that no other man had created feelings remotely similar to those coursing through her body, and she was unprepared for this moment.  But she knew that there was something moving between them that created a single force.  As they continued to move, their kisses became deeper and their embrace became consuming.  He was deep inside her, his cock rubbing against the engorged walls of her pussy.  As the rocking became more intense, the motion created a heightened feeling of pleasure.  “Hold me tighter”, she whispered in his ear, “take me with you”.  He felt the heat from her core as their bodies moved in unison.  Their arms remained wrapped tightly around each other as they began to feel the tremors of pleasure overtake them.  “Stay with me”, he whispered before kissing her.  The kisses were full of passion and increasingly urgent.  She could feel herself grinding herself into him as they rocked with greater intensity.  The tremors became waves moving non-stop.  She continued to ride him as she threw back her head, her cries released to the night.  Her body was filled with the most exquisite orgasm she’d ever experienced.  Not long after she came,  he felt the intensity reach its pinnacle and he came with her, filling her with his seed.   His cries of primal desire co-mingled with hers as they continued to rock each other into a state of never-ending bliss.

They continued to hold each other long after the pleasure ceased.  A contented “mmmm” would occasionally spill over their lips as they basked in the heat of heir lovemaking.  He would spend the night and they would make love again.  The following morning found him with his arms cradling her as they slowly awoke.  Something wonderful and powerful had been given to them.  A unexpected gift for which they were grateful.

Sex On The Beach

He’d seen her before.  She always seemed to be at all the same parties, and she was there tonight.  He’d been invited to the Summer Solstice bonfire on the beach, an annual bash that he rarely missed.  Aside from a kickass bonfire, there’d be fireworks and not the Roman candles and bottle rockets.  These were arrays of high-flying colors and sonic booms, often amplified on the rocks of the cove.  There would also be home brewed beer.  He liked his friend’s homebrew -he enjoyed being the guinea pig, trying out new recipes with increasing alcohol contents.  It was guaranteed he would be buzzed before the bonfire.

She was sitting at the dining room table, chatting with her sister and others.  Her personality drew men to her easily and she relished the opportunity.  It was like watching a queen holding court.  His gaze had returned to her periodically, obviously a sign that he was attracted or, at least, interested.  He felt a stirring in his belly and his member soon hardened.  Redheads had always fascinated him, even though he seemed to attract a fair number of brunettes.  It was the thought of his tongue finding her moist clit that arroused him the most.

Seeing him standing in the kitchen, she called his name and waved.  He smiled and moved through the room to greet her.  He sat down next to her and waited for an opening in the conversation.  His friend’s brewing partner came to greet her with a hug, which she returned along with a peck on the cheek.  Pondering out loud, he was curious why he didn’t get the same reception.  She turned to face him and leaned in. “You didn’t ask for a kiss, did you?”  “If I was to give you a kiss,” he replied, “I wouldn’t have kissed you on the cheek.”  At first her pale green eyes widened.  He gaze quickly turned naughty, as if to challenge him.  “Later.”, she cooed.

It would be only a half hour before the challenge would be met.  He felt bold and insatiable.  The thought of how the evening would progress kept him hard, his mind creating lusty scenarios that excited him.  He felt then as he did when he was younger, when his sex drive was still in high gear.   She excused herself from the group and made her way to the bathroom.  This is my chance, he thought.  As she closed the door, he moved towards the hall leading to the bathroom.  When she emerged, he was there.  Her face brightened as she smiled, obviously mildly drunk on good wine.  As she passed him, he reached out for her hand.  Taking it, he spun her around and led her back into the bathroom, where he tenderly kissed her.  A soft moan caught in her throat as his full lips pressed into hers.  Her tongue gently parted their lips, dancing around and across his.  His head was spinning, more drunk from her kiss than the beer.  The lust quickly kicked in, their arrousal off the charts.  He felt her hand reaching for the growing bulge in his shorts, slowly massaging his arroused member. His hands found her soft mounds, pinching the hardened nipples  through the fabric. First one hand, then both hand gently massaging her tits and causing her to stroke him a bit faster.  He wanted her there and now.  He wanted to taste her honey and was willing to tongue her clit for as long as she wanted him.  He wanted to feel her full lips on his shaft, taking him deep into her throat.

“Oh, I’m sorry!”  It was an awkward moment when her sister opened the bathroom room and discovered the lovers.  They quickly separated, their naughty grins remaining for all to see, causing a murmur to pass through the group.  They didn’t try to hide their lecherous deed, but they also didn’t stay together as they blended in with the party.  All the while they exchanged knowing glances at each other.  There was more fun to be had.  He could look at her and know that her imagination was in full bloom.  She was thinking about fucking him.  She knew what he was packing and it made her nether lips wet with anticipation.  He knows how to turn a woman on, she thought.  Just the fact that he didn’t ram his tongue down her throat scored points.  Instead, it was soft and sensual, gently probing the softness of her mouth.  She remembered how he fondled her breasts.  When he fondled her breasts, it didn’t seem like he was testing melons in the supermarket.  His hands gently, but firmly, massaged her tits.  She felt her nipples brushng against the fabric of her camisole, and she imagined him flicking her nips through her t-shirt with his tongue.  She wanted his mouth on her pussy, recently shaved and soft, his tongue slowly moving over her clit.  The thoughts of his tongue made her wetter than before – the better for him to taste.

It was time to head to the beach and while everyone made their way to the cove, they hung back and allowed themselves to be left behind.  It was a slow walk to the beach.  They would stop and kiss at random stops, relishing the connection,their hands exploring each other’s body.  They were hot with lust, ready and eager. They didn’t stay on the beach for long.  Maybe 20 minutes, tops.  He couldn’t, and wouldn’t, stop the frantastic thoughts of sex racing through his brain.  The anticipation was overwhelming, he hadn’t had a good fuck in over a year and his libido was calling the shots.  No more waiting.  Now.  He wanted her now.  He made an excuse that tomorrow was an early day and needed to leave.  As he picked up his things, she glanced up at him and, seeing the lust in his eyes, asked if he wanted company walking back to his car.  He smiled and tilted his head – a “what do you think?” look answered her question.

There was no time to waste.  Who knew how long their friends would stay down on the beach.   When they reached the house, they immediately found their lust couldn’t be restrained any longer.  They fell back onto the bed,  their limbs entangled, their bodies humping against the other. Lips on lips, clothes dropping at random, their hands free to explore.  She savored the sensation of his lips kissing their way down her neck, gently nibbling  giving way to the tip of his tongue slowly leaving wet trail from the base of her throat down between her breasts.  He took her hardened nipple into his mouth, his tongue gently moving across her pink nubs.  The sensation caused her to gasp and making her more and more insatiable.  The electricity was spectacular.  

I want him. Now.  She remembered the sensation of his cock hard against her palm.  His shorts were quickly removed, his cock freed from his briefs.  She softly moaned.  She loved the feel of his cock, rock hard and ready for her mouth.  Her velvety soft hands stroked him, making him even harder. She pushed him back onto the couch and took him into her mouth.  The head of his cock was in full bloom, passing her lips making him gasp and moan.  It had been so long since a woman had worshiped his root, and here was a woman who wanted all of him.  She took him deep into her throat and he gasped.  Only one other time had his cock been completely devoured and it arroused him even more.  He looked down in time to see her looking up at him.  She knew he was watching and she knew she was damn good.  She was the star and his eyes here on her.  Her tongue slowly traced the length of him and she  savored each stroke.  She loved how he filled her mouth.  She was eager to taste his cum and swallow every drop. 

He savored the sensation of her soft lips.  Years ago he shrugged off the idea of fellatio.  He discovered that he was with women who either performed the act because the man wanted it or didn’t perform it well.  He had never encountered a woman who lusted, who truly loved the sensation of a man’s penis in her mouth.    She had the stuff to change his mind.  She took him slowly, sliding her tongue along the ridge of the head, the soft skin of his shaft sliding across her lips.   She want to feel his passion rise, the head of his cock full, his pulsing member delivering his cum to her.  And he was almost there.

“Oh, baby I am so ready to cum for you.”  The words leaked slowly from his lips.   His head back, mouth agape, prepared for the full body explosion that would release the animal, a cosmic banshee with a primal yowl.  Quickly, she released him from her mouth.  “Cum on my tits.  I want to feel your hot cum on me.”  It only took a few quick strokes before he shot his load on her breasts.  “Ahhhh, soooo GOOOOD!!  As he knelt beside her body, naked from the waist up, he sensed all the tension built up over time drain from his body, causing him to collapse beside her.  The sound of the slamming storm door made them sit up and scramble for their clothes.  Another slam of the door and whoever had entered the house left quickly, giving the startled couple a chance to regroup.  They cleaned up, straightened up, and then held each other, giving themselves a moment to reconnect.

Having It All

The days seem to be getting longer, and there’s not enough time to do what you want.

That was Carol’s philosophy in a nutshell.  Her nursing postion at a local assisted living facility was demanding more of her time, which left her frustrated.  She couldn’t seem to find the balance she desired.  Simplicity, that’s what she wanted.  Her needs were basic.  All she wanted was to realx, light some candles and be held by Brian.

Brian was Her Man.  They had met online.  She had neglected to post a photo, to keep a little mystery.  She had found his profile, which gave her a good laugh.  She rememebered seeing it for the first time and remarking how he resembled a smurf.  The photo was taken in the shade, giving his face a bluish tint.  One phrase from the profile that stuck in her brain was how he had “fallen off the bicycle and was ready to get back on”.  She had left him a message, saying that she was a nurse and that she could fix him up and make him better.  That was the beginning of a whirlwind exchange of emails,  playful correspondence and enuendo.  She knew that this relationship had the potential to become something incindiary. 

Wednesday night was always a low-key evening. They had intended to dine out, but she  had changed her mind at the last moment.  She had one of those days at the office that drained her.  On nights like this, she just wanted to come home and be with Brian.  She was lucky to catch him before he left his apartment.  “Would you mind if we stayed in tonight?   I just want to have a quiet evening with you.”  After ending the call, an evil little grin crept across her face.  She wanted to stay in, but there were no guarantees it would be quiet.

Carol found that on days like this, when work pulled her in multiple directions, she would take time in the middle of her day and find solace in one of the empty apartments.  She liked to sit in the quiet and close her eyes.  Some days she would daydream about him, creating wonderfully naughty situations they could share.  She never had enough alone time with him.   She couldn’t get enough of him. She craved him like some women craved chocolate. 

Today, as she reclined in silence, she wanted to guarantee that she wouldn’t be disturbed.  Quickly, she moved to the door and and locked it.  It  was cool in the abandoned apartment.  Carol lay back and rested her head on some overstuffed pillows.  She closed her eyes and began thinking about Brian.   She loved watching him when he wasn’t aware.  She would stand in the doorway of the bathroom and watch him shave in the nude.  She loved his tight ass, his muscular legs, his broad back, and how his cock fit perfectly inside her. 

 As she lay there in the dark silence, a cooling breeze came through the window, causing her nipples to harden.  She thought about how he would kiss his way down her torso, stopping to suck on her nipples.  Her actions began to mirror her thoughts.  She found her fingers unbuttoning the silk blouse, slowly, just as he would.  She carefully unhooked the  front closure of her bra, letting it fall away to the side.  Her fingers carressed her skin, lightly tracing a line between her soft mounds. Side to side, her fingers moved from one nipple to another.  The thought of him slowly kissing his way across her belly and down to her inner thighs made her crazy for his touch.  Her fingers traveled down inside her pants where they found her silk panties.  She remembered how good his tongue felt moving across her inner thighs.  Where his tongue wasn’t, his fingers would gently stroke .  He always teased her by avoiding  her clit.  His mouth kissing her mound, his tongue tracing the line from her hip to the inside of her thighs.  Her hand found the wetness of her sex.  I love what he does with his tongue, she thought.  It made her moan softly thinking about him.  He would spread her lips apart and encircle the hood of her clit with the tip of his tongue.  One, two three times around, then he would gently suck it, his lips messaging her.  Sometimes he would take her in his mouth and hold her clit between his lips, then gently messaging it with his tongue.  It didn’t take long for her reach climax.  Laying there on the sofa, her hands were beyond her control.  She alternated between stroking herself, and taking two fingers and plunging them into her pussy.  As she lay there, her thoughts on him and his tongue, her fingers moving at a frantic pace, she moaned his name and came.  It was a beautiful release of passion filling her body with, what seemed to be, endless pleasure.  She wanted him now, but knew she had to wait until that night.

One of Carol’s favorite pasttimes was hunting down bargains.  It was a skill taught to her by her mother, and Carol relished the challenge of finding amazing clothes for next to nothing.  Her next favorite pastime was trying the clothes on and modeling them for him.  He would lie on her bed and she would emerge from her bathroom with one stunning outfit after another.  What added to the suspense was the delay between Carol walking from the bathroom to the bed, which was around the corner.  Brian couldn’t see the bathroom door if he were sitting on the bed which created an aire of suspense.  It took maybe 8 or 9 steps to reach the bed, so there was always a delay between, “I’m coming out” to “Ta-Dah!”  He loved watching her walk across the floor.  She moved like a graceful cat and he knew how to make her purrr.  

Brian sat on the bed, remembering the last time Carol gave him a fashion show.  It was  in early December.  She had gone shopping for a dress to wear New Year’s Eve.  Her intent was to buy one dress; she came home with five.  She’d found a gorgeous deep purple dress, made of silk and taffetta.  His reaction had been the one she’d hoped for, leaving him wide-eyed and speechless.   One of thing he found attractive was her curves.  Her hips slowly swayed as she crossed the room, causing his member to quickly harden. She knew there were wonderfully wicked thoughts swirling around his brain. 

He stretched out,  his feet hanging over the side of the queen-sized bed,  waiting  for the show to start.  He lay on his back, looking up at the sky through the skylight over Carol’s bed.  It was almost the end of September and the light at dusk seemd to fade more quickly.  Above him was a full moon, hanging like a snowball, brilliant against a darkening sky.   He was soon distracted by a unfamiliar sound, but figured it out that it was just Carol’s brush hitting the tile floor.  Turning back toward the moon, he noticed that the moon  seemed to be much brighter. Distracted,  Brian’s attention again turned away from the window and into the suddenly darkened room.  As Brian swung his legs around and sat facing, Carol emerged from the bathroom, made her way to the CD player and pressed the PLAY button.  Soon the soft msuic began to fill the room.  It was Johnny Mathis.  He remembered an article in Rolling Stone magazine describing Mathis’ music as “the music America made out to”.  Brian understood perfectly.  The orchestration was lush and romantic, and Mathis sang, in a wavering tenor voice, of the chances two lovers would come together.

“well, chances are, your chances are awfully good ”

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could see Carol move across the room.  She had on her fuzzy white robe.  That meant that she has a surprise on underneith, so he would just have to “unwrap the package”.   “I hope you understand now why I didn’t want to go out”, Carol said as she made her way to a small table against the wall,  covered with candles – pillars, votives and tapers scattered across the top.  She took a lighter and slowly lit one by one.  “We’ve had so little time to just be, that I wanted a night where I had you all to myself.”  With her back turned he made his way to her.  It helped that he was barefoot, which made it much easier to sneak up on her.  When she had lit the last votive, she paused for a moment, taking in the golden glow.  “I love this room in candlelight”, she sighed.  Brain whispered in her ear, “I love how you look bathed in candlelight”, his hands around her waist.  It drove Carol crazy when he embraced her from behind.  He had easy access to her neck, kissing it as she laid her head back and rested it on his shoulder.  He softly kissed her just below her earlobe, drawing a thin smooth line with his tongue that ran down the length of her neck.  He knew that made her toes curl.  While Brian slowly alternated soft kisses and gentle strokes of the tongue upon her neck, Carol unknowingly began to sway with the music, her ass rubbing up against his already hardened manhood.  His hands slowly untied the robe and let it fall open.  The “surprise” was new lingerie.  She usually wore satin chemises to bed or slept in the nude if he was spending the night.  But this was outside her box;  a matching  black silk bustier and stockings. Her black pump made the outfit complete, giving her the aire of a sex kitten.  He was speechless seeing her in her splendor.  “It’s all for you, baby”, she whispered, turning around. 

 It wasn’t long before her robe slowly slid off her shoulders and made a puddle on the floor at his feet.  He embraced her from behind, his hands seemed to be everywhere on her body.  He began to gently caressing her breasts.  She leaned back and rested her body against him, her passion rising as he found the nipples pressing against the fabric.  Turning her around, he continued to message her breasts, his mouth nibbling her nipples.  A small but pleasureable orgasm spread through her body.  She wanted more of him.

“Dance with me”, he whispered in her ear.  They had danced in the candlelight of her room many times before.  It was a sensuous and playful.  They slowly undressed each other, allowing their clothing to pile up around their feet.  First, his shirt. Those buttons were always difficult for her slender fingers to undo.  They would dance in between layers, their hands slowly exploring newly exposed skin.  Next came the bra.  His large fingers always seemed to fumble a bit, eventually unhooking the last clasp and watching the bra slowly tumble to the floor.  Carol’s skin had a translucent quality when exposed to candlelight.  She’d always been fair-skinned and would burn if she neglected to apply sunscreen before going outside.  But here her skin had a silky glow that he couldn’t resist touching.  Using his index finger, he slowly traced a line from the base of Carol’s neck to the top of her breasts.  Her skin had a fresh application of cream, filling Brian’s nostrils with the scent of peaches.  Lightly, he began to slowly message Carol’s breasts with is fingertips.  They were natural, not the gigantic mounds that sent most men drooling.  He found them so sexy.  Cupping one in his hands, he lightly stroked and kissed the tops, careful to avoid the place where she wished his mouth was.  Carol could feel the wanting spreading through her body.  She ran her fingers through his hair, something that always arroused him.  His gentle but firm massaging of her breasts was a pleasant change from the kneading she receieved from others.  There was always a feeling of anticipation.  How she wanted him to ravage her sometimes.  She also appreciated to slow and steady approach.  It allowed her to savour the moment.  He couldn’t wait any longer,  finally taking her nipple in his mouth.  Gently he suckled it between his lips, lightly flicking it with the tip of his tongue.  Immediately, Carol drew a long breath.  Her  nipples had become more sensitive over time, and the gentle biting and sucking caused her to have a mini-orgasm, fillling her with small waves of pleasure.  It’s just the starter, Carol thought.  She knew there were bigger and better things to come.  It was time for her to take charge.

Slowly, they  continued their lusty dance on her bedroom carpet.  Their hands were not content to stay in one place, their lips consumed each other in a frantic flury.  There was never enough time together, never enough to satisfy their growing passion for each other.  By this time, they were both beautifully naked.   Carol saw how hard is cock had become and she wanted it.  She knew that he didn’t reach orgasm when she had his manhood in her mouth. Although her enjoyed the sensation of her full lips on his shaft.  This didn’t bother Carol, and it didn’t prevent her from taking full advantage of the situation.  She loved the sensation of his  cock in her mouth.  Her tongue ran along the ridge of his glans and down the shaft, touching every ripple and ridge.  She breathed deeply, devouring him and taking him deeper into her mouth.  It was all he could do to stay on his feet.  The sensations rippled though his torso as he tilted his head back, moans spontaneously leaving his throat.  He wanted her so badly.

He shifted his weight slightly and she released him from her mouth.  His cock glistened from the candlelight and she wanted him back in her mouth.  “Sit on my face.  I want to eat you.”  The thought of his tongue on her clit while she sucked him made her moan.  She straddled his face, her panties still clinging to her ass.  “Are these panties new?”, he inquired.  She informed him that they weren’t, and with one quick tug he tore them from her body.  This primal act, coupled with the sound of tearing fabric excited her, causing her to take him into her mouth.  As her mouth lowered onto his manhood, she lowered her ass onto his mouth.  The smell of her sex was intoxicating.  He grabbed her hips and thrusted his tongue between the soft velvet folds.  She was dripping wet and he lapped up the sweet nectar.  He could feel her hips grinding on his face,  telling him she wanted more of him.   He took the hint, using his lower lip to massage her clit.  His hands moved from her hips to the rounded flesh of her ass.  Each hand was large enough to cover each cheek and his firm grip made her moan.  She sat upright, leaving his cock for the moment.  The rapid flicks of the tip of his tongue on her clit and the forceful hands on her ass made her eager to grind into his face.  His tongue dove deep inside her, causing her to gasp, “Oh, baby.  Your tongue is like a magic wand.”  He used the flat surface of his tongue to slowly lick the soft sensitive skin of her pussy, with just enough pressure to generate those mini-orgasms.

She couldn’t stand it anymore.  She had to have his throbbing member inside her.  “I want you..inside me…NOW!”, she demanded, and he was more than happy to oblige.  Before he penetrated her, he paused to rub her clit with the head of his cock, the ridge of his glans rubbing back and forth against her.  No more teasing, he thought, and penetrated her.  The sensation of his cock against the velvet folds took her breath away.  “Welcome home, baby”, she moaned. “Fuck me”.  He started with a slow but satisfying pace, making her moans louder and more frequent.  He began to fuck her faster, slamming the bulbous head of his cock deep inside her.  Her passion was unrelenting.  She wanted more of him, deeper, harder, faster.  His piston-like motion had her at the brink of orgasm.  He was driven, his thrusts faster and deeper.  He wanted to hear her cry out his name, to bring her the sweet pleasure of orgasm. He could feel her grip his cock, ready to explode in esctasy.  Grabbing his ass with both hands, she pulled him closer, wanting him as deep as he could go.  Then, she could hold back no longer.  The waves of  pleasure rippled through her body.  “That’s it…YES!..come with me, baby…give it all to me…oh, god..YES!”  It wasn’t long before he joined her, the primative growl of satisfaction as he continued to fuck her.  Her shouted out her name, losing all control of his thoughts, grinding his hips into her, and wrapping his arms around her tightly.  It was almost as if he was afraid to release her.  Deep in his heart, he knew she wasn’t going anywhere.

And neither was he.