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First Encounter of the Close Kind
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First Encounter of the Close Kind
Melony:
We meet at a wedding. I'm a guest of the groom and you're a guest of the
bride. We eye each other across the aisle at the ceremony, and across the
room at the reception. You're tall and thin and look so at home in a tux that
it's obvious you have a lot of class. You also have the most amazing green
eyes, handsomely brought out by your green tie and cummerbund. I'm wearing a
long dark dress, it's almost black, but it's really a chocolate brown, which
sets off my brown hair and eyes and contrasts my pale skin. The neckline is
deep, displaying the shadowy depths of my perfumed cleavage, and there is a
slit that flashes up to my thigh as I walk.
Various men try to strike up a conversation with me as we nibble hors
d'ouevres and sip champagne, but I find talking to a man who's staring at my
chest less than entertaining. I notice the band is about to start playing,
and I turn looking for a way to avoid having to dance with someone who will
just paw and drool on me, and there you are. You smile and ask "May I have
this dance?" You're a terrific dancer, and I feel clumsy trying to follow
your lead (it's been a long time since I've danced), but either my feet start
remembering or you manage to adjust to my level, and soon, we are obviously
the best couple on the floor.
You're polite and graceful, and we glide around the room, barely
touching. Our bodies become in tune, and it is like we've known each other for
years, even though I don't know your name. It seems like we've hardly started
when the band takes a break. We grab some champagne and adjourn to the patio
and finally get a chance to introduce ourselves.
You once lived with Sue, the bride; and Bob, the groom, is a former lover
of mine. We exchange intimate stories about the newlyweds, and I end by saying
"Sue sure is lucky. Bob is great in bed."
You retort, "Oh, I'm afraid I've probably spoiled her."
I playfully reach for your crotch saying, "Let's see." I'm sure it's
only the influence of the champagne that makes me take the liberty, and
perhaps it relieves some of your embarrassment, but when my fingers encounter
the lump in your pants, I am forced to admit "Hmmm, you could be right."
Your cock responds to my brief strokes, and you try to make light of it
saying "Bob is the lucky one. Sue has the nicest butt I've ever sunk my teeth
into." You reach down to pinch my ass, surprisingly sharply through my dress
and panties. I'm about to retaliate when someone calls "Hey, they're going to
throw the bouquet!" Regaining our composure, we start back inside.
At the door, I turn and press against you, pushing you off to the side,
whispering "I hate this part. Don't make me go in there."
"Let's go," you suggest, taking my hand and leading me towards your car.
It's a large red Cadillac convertible with the top down. You open the door
for me, and answer my skeptical look saying "I borrowed it from a collector to
use for the wedding party." Soon we are out on the road, the wind blowing my
hair and making it difficult to talk. I snuggle up under your arm as you
drive. I want to ask you where we are going, but I decide it doesn't matter
-- I'd go whereever you wanted to anyhow.
Billbo:
When I first saw you across the aisle during the ceremony, I couldn't
take my eyes off you. I don't know what it was exactly, but I had the sense
that I wanted to meet you as soon as I saw you.
Later, during the reception, we sat on opposite sides of the hall. You
had on what was probably the sexiest dress I'd ever seen. Your chocolate
colored gown set off your dark hair and eyes, and your bright lipstick
contrasted with your pale skin. The clinging dress, slit up the thigh, showed
off your generous curves to good advantage. You were wearing high heels, and
as you walked, your plump rear wiggled just a little bit. Your dress showed a
teasingly appetizing view of your cleavage. I could see you were somewhat
bored, and as the band began playing waltzes, I got the urge to dance, and
came over to you.
When I asked you to dance, your eyes lit up, and I knew I had done the
right thing. How right, I wouldn't know until later. I had met Sue when she
was a dance instructor at the Avenue Ballroom in San Francisco. Ballroom
dancing was one of her passions, and we went out every Friday night for
several years. I've still got a firm lead, and remember most of what I
learned. Out on the floor, you were obviously a little rusty at first, but
after a few minutes we were out of the "bumper car" mode, and gliding on the
floor. It was then I suspected that you had had lessons once yourself. You
were a wonderful partner, and carried yourself very well, and by the end of
our third dance, you were even putting in a few little flourishes. When the
band took a break, we went out on the patio.
That was when I found out you were Bob's ex-lover, and that he had also
loved to dance. I guess that's something Sue and he have in common. We joke
playfully with each other, and I tell you the story of the Latin Competition
that Sue and I entered, and how her dress was so low cut that I during one of
the turns, one of her breasts almost popped out.
"Bob was great in bed," you say.
"Well I think I may have already spoiled her."
You playfully brush my crotch, and I feel my cock harden almost instantly.
"Let's see," you say, and continue to tease my crotch as my bulge gets
bigger. Your mouth displays a devilish smirk and you are obviously enjoying
this. "Bob is the lucky one, actually. Sue had the nicest butt I've ever dug
my teeth into." I grab for your ass, half because my cock is about to break
through my pants, and half because your full juicy rear looks SO inviting. I
pinch you a bit harder than I'd intended, and I can see you jump.
We're interrupted by a call to come for the throwing of the bouquet.
You whisper to me that you hate this part, and suddenly a wonderful idea comes
into my head. I lead you out to the car, and before I know what I'm doing,
we're out on the road, and my previous plans for the weekend have changed
completely.
The feeling of having you cuddling up close to me, the wonderful smell of
your hair, the prospect of feeling and licking and enjoying every inch of your
body for hours on end is exhilarating. Imagine -- I had thought of not coming
to the wedding!
There is a nudist resort in Mendocino that I have gone to for years.
It's not far from a hot springs, and they have mud baths there, and there's a
nude beach about an hours drive away, with a lot of private coves. I know
that I want to be naked with you as much of the next few days as possible.
The hotel of the resort looks like a big old Frontier hotel, and when we
get up to the second floor of our room, you're not disappointed. The brass bed
is so big that it could fit four people, and the mattress is firm, and the
covers are fluffy, and the sheets are silk!
It's at times like this that my mind often gets foggy with desire. I
knew only two things -- that I wanted to be naked with you, and hug you and
kiss you all over, and also that I wanted to eat you until you came and came
and collapsed with exhaustion. I'd wait my turn till the morning.
But after our first kiss, I lost control. You are an absolutely
stupendous kisser, and your tongue flitted in my mouth, teasing mine, lighting
my whole mouth on fire so that I almost couldn't take it. You then had your
tongue in my ear, and before I knew it, you were on top of me, tonguing my
ear, and sucking on my nipples and cock until I barely knew where I was, and I
was coming into your mouth in spurts that seemed to go on for ever.
Evidently, you'd gotten the idea first.
The come dripped from the corners of your mouth, as you spread the
puddles of jism that remained on my belly all over my chest in a caressing
motion. It felt like my whole torso was bathed in my own come. I'd never had
a jism massage before, but after a few minutes relaxation, as you lay beside
me, and I kissed you again, I knew that there was plenty more where that had
come from, and I began to get hungry for you again.
This time it would be your turn. Your breasts were full and firm, and
with the first flicks of my tongue I could feel your nipples perk up, and
sucking on them was pure joy. They were of such a nice size, in fact that I
made a mental note to try tit fucking you at some later date.
From your breasts, I worked my way down to your cunt, for what I knew was
going to be a long session. To help me out, I lay down, and you sat on my
face, and with your steamy cunt and plump thighs and ass around me, and your
musky scent, I felt very content to tongue and suck away for what must have
been at least an hour. You would begin to gasp, and you would squeeze my head
with your thighs, and I would hold my breath, and tongue you feverishly until
your gasps subsided, and then build up again. It went on this way, in 5 or 6
or maybe more cycles, until you slid off me, with a dreamy look that said
"I've been well fucked," and we both fell asleep.
Melony:
We arrive at the hotel, and it really is charming. A brass bed with
ruffles and silk sheets. There's a tense moment as the door closes and we
realize we are committed, but it seems so natural to kiss you and be kissed by
you. It's like we're in a romance novel, you in your tux and boutonniere, me
in my gown and corsage. We kiss, take a few dance steps, pressing our bodies
close, and kiss some more. We slowly work on buttons and zippers, pausing to
touch and kiss each new area we expose. Soon enough, I'm naked and removing
your shorts. Your dick is swollen but not fully hard. I take it in my hand,
kissing it lightly. I love the first taste I get of a cock, before my saliva
or cunt juice overwhelms the man's natural aroma. I lick it, breathing in the
smell of your manhood, tasting the flavor of your sweat on your most sensitive
skin. I smile up at you as I witness the miracle that turns a small soft
wrinkled lump of flesh into a long thick hard smooth tool of pleasure. I've
grown fascinated with your penis, and continued to lick and suck it more than
I had planned. By your breathing and thrusting, I know I'm pushing you too far
too fast, but before I can think of any options, I feel a jet of warm fluid in
my mouth.
I draw as much out of you as I can, but rather than swallowing it, I roll
it over my tongue, tasting your essence, then dribble it out onto your belly,
rubbing it into your skin while caressing your balls until the heat of
pleasure subsides. I move up next to you, and we kiss. You take command and
work on my breasts, nibbling and sucking on them, making one nipple hard, then
the other. Your tongue leads a path down my chest, pausing to explore my deep
navel, then arriving at the boundary of my bush. You explore the furry
territory before seeking my valley of love. You finally arrive there to find
the river flowing, and you slurp up the liquid that has accumulated there. You
look up at me, my bush making you look like you have a beard, and ask with a
catch in your voice if I would sit on your face. My broad smile is your
answer, and you lay on your back. I stand on the bed over you, and slowly
crouch down over your head.
You watch my cunt as it opens as it descends. I seem to pause just out
of reach of your tongue, and you lift your head to reach me. It's requiring
some effort to keep contact, but as your mouth presses against my hot flesh, I
lower myself until I am pressing your head into the pillow.
I am so turned on that shortly after your tongue locates my clit, I am
coming. You move away from my clit to lick my hole, but don't stop the
stimulation. I'm surprised that I find myself wanting more, since I don't
usually have multiple orgasms. Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth
(rather, having a gifted mouth in my pussy), I go with the feeling. It's hard
to keep my balance, especially since my nipples are crying to be touched and I
want to roll them in my fingers. Your tongue is probing my opening, and you
press your face tightly against me to reach as deep as possible. Your nose
pokes my soft flesh, filling you with my cunt cologne, but also rubbing my
clit quite well. Still on the orgasmic plateau, I find myself coming again. I
can't maintain a squat any longer, so I kneel over you instead. My swollen
flesh hangs down heavily, my dampened pubic hair slicked down, exposing the
topography. Now you're nibbling on my lips, drawing them into your mouth one
at a time. You find my clit, more stiff and sensitive than I remember it ever
being. Your lips cushion it as you draw it gently between your teeth,
flicking your tongue across the tip.
The sensation is too intense, my body spasms as I'm about to cry in pain,
but you must know my limits better than I do, because the spasm turns out to
be an overwhelming rush of pleasure. I collapse in a fetal position next to
you, totally absorbed in the heat that floods my body. When I finally return
to reality, I notice that you're stroking me lovingly and looking worried.
There are tears in my eyes that make it hard to see you, but it's clear you've
misinterpreted events, because you're trying to apologize. "Oh, no!" I cry,
reaching to hug you and pull you down on top of me, "You didn't do anything
wrong. It was just too good. I've never felt one so strongly before."
Somewhat selfishly, I effectively call an end to the lovemaking for the
moment. There's no way I could top that, and it has left me emotionally and
physically drained. We lay in each other's arms and pull the sheets over us,
playing games with our eyes, watching each other drift off to sleep.
What will the morning hold for us?
Billbo:
Although I usually don't sleep well with a new lover, this time it was
fine. I think having you cuddled up against my back, with your arms wrapped
around me, was comforting.
During the night I often end up on my back, and in the morning I began to
come awake with the most warmly erotic sensation. I slowly began to realize
that it was you, gently caressing my balls, getting my cock rock hard. You
smiled a mischievous smile when I first came to, and at that moment I knew
that the morning was going to be very special. I reached for you, and you lay
down on top of me, and we began to kiss, and I could feel you getting wet. I
had my hands on your soft, ample rear, and was squeezing their gentle
plumpness, and feeling your belly and breasts pressed against me. I wanted to
take it slow, and fuck you long and hard. My cock began to get so hard that I
just had to get it inside of you, and so you sat up, and lowered yourself on
my pole and began to bob up and down. I had my hands on your ass, which
jiggled as you bobbed, as did your tits and belly. I was very, very hard now,
and was already beginning to think about what I would do next, when I felt a
wave go through me, and I began to come. This one lasted a good while as I
focussed on the sensation of my cock in your warm, wet pussy, and on your
plump rear, which was still in my hands. It was very good.
I knew I wanted more of that rear of yours, which if the truth be known,
was fuller, and a lot more sexy than Sue's. You got on your back, and I began
to massage you with some baby oil, and when I got down to your ass, I worked
your buttocks for a long time, although they didn't seem that tight. Then I
worked my way down to your thighs, and gently massaged between them until I
began to see you squirm. Thank god some women still have nice, big asses!
Then you turned over, and I had the opportunity to minister to your
melons. And what ripe, generous fruit they are! By now my cock was
absolutely about to burst, and you cupped your tits together to help me get
off, and I began to tit fuck you. Watching my prick slip between those huge
mounds of yours, and remembering the fullness of your ass and thighs brought
me to climax quickly.
You rubbed the jism on your belly, and I began to play with your nipples
to see how perky I could get them, using some jism for lubrication. There was
plenty of it between your breasts, so I also spread some on your thighs and
began to explore between your legs, licking and biting your thighs and ass. I
was feeling positively ravenous for you. I could tell you wanted your pussy
eaten, because you kept pushing my head between your legs, but I kept teasing
you and licking and biting you elsewhere until I gave in, and buried my tongue
in your bush and began to go to work.
Why don't you describe what happened next?
Melony:
I wake up first, and realize I havent yet had your dick inside me. My
hand finds your organ and strokes it gently. Your rod is stiff enough to pump
when I notice your eyes are open. I climb on top of you, ready for a long
ride, and slowly lower myself onto you. Your hands grab my ass and juggle my
tits as I bounce on your pole. Too soon, you groan and I feel your nozzle
spraying inside me. I'm ready to feel disappointed, but you roll me over and
begin to massage me with baby oil. You spend a lot of time on my ass, and
your kneading is warming me up. Your finger slips into my crack, and finds my
natural lubricants flowing. After a while, you want me on my back, and my
belly and breasts are soon shiny with oil.
You give my breasts a real workout, and I notice your cock is starting to
get hard again. Hoping to get it hard enough for a good fuck, I pull you up
between my boobs, pressing my soft warm mounds together so you can slide your
prick between them. I can see you're fully hard again, and I'm about to
suggest you drill me when you groan and dump your load on my chest. I can't
help showing my disappointment, and you move between my legs to eat me, hoping
to appease me. But I have another idea.
"You need to rein in your enthusiasm," I lecture you, "You did a great
job on me last night, but I really want to fuck, and now, you're useless."
You try to apologize, saying you'll be glad to suck me until you're hard
again. I smile and say, "I think I'll take you up on the offer." I'm sitting
on the bed, and remove one of the silk pillowcases from the pillows and
proceed to rip it into strips. You look at me curiously, but as I order you
to lie down and tie your hand to the brass headboard, you get the idea. Soon
you're spread-eagled on the bed. I inspect your crotch and there's nothing of
interest there. "You'll stay tied up until I get my fuck," I say, climbing
onto the bed, "In the meantime, I'll take that sucking you offered." I kneel
over your head and slowly lower my pussy to your outstretched tongue. Your
tongue laps long slow strokes along my slit, returning me to the heat you had
so abruptly interrupted. Soon you have me ready to come. My clit has been
bumping your nose as I squirm on your face, and I slide forward into a squat
to lower my hole onto it. It's not a cock, but it's harder than your penis at
the moment. And there's a side benefit. With your nose in my vagina, your
tongue is positioned at my anus. You surprise me by probing my rear opening.
A shiver goes up my spine as your hot wet tongue reams my ass. I recall
your previous attention to my butt, and realize I have stumbled upon something
you like. I'm really getting into it, and I'm soon over the edge, the hot
wave of pleasure spreading through my ass as well as my cunt. I dismount,
checking your groin, but find your penis swollen but not erect. "How about if
I order some breakfast?" I suggest.
"Sure," you reply. I phone room service, then take a quick shower. I'm
washing you with a hot washcloth when there's a knock on the door. I hadn't
figured out how to handle this part, so I simply throw the blankets over you
and wrap a towel around me. I open the door and in walks a bell boy pushing a
cart. He's young, tall, and cute, and he blushes as he looks me over and
surveys the room. Your form makes an obvious shape under the blankets, and
I'm hardly covered by the hotel towel. He's about to make a discreet retreat
when I say, "Oh, wait, your tip." I bend over to get my purse off the floor,
too late realizing that my bare ass would be put on display. Half
embarrassed, half turned-on, I realize what I've been wanting since I woke up.
Turning to the bell boy, I say "If you're up for it, I could sure use a hard
cock right now."
The kid is clearly shocked, but knows better than to hesitate. His pants
are around his ankles in a moment. His hard pole stands straight out from his
body. I get down on all fours, and he kneels behind me. I press back against
him, feeling the wonderful smooth bulb of flesh parting my lips. What he
lacks in technique he makes up for in youthful energy, and that rigid probe is
filling an important need. Whether it is pent up demand or the excitement of
fucking the bell boy with you tied up on the bed, soon I am approaching
orgasm. The bell boy is grunting like he's ready to come, so I finger myself
to make sure I finish before he does. We are both grunting louder and louder
and soon my cunt is contracting, massaging his prick, milking the come out of
it as he comes just after I do. I collapse on the floor, and the bell boy
slumps on top of me for a few minutes.
Suddenly he jumps up and exclaims, "Shit! I gotta get going before I get
fired!" He pulls up his pants and heads for the door, then comes back and
takes the check, saying "Breakfast is on me, lady." He leaves, and I jump up
onto the bed next to you, pulling the blankets down, both of us laughing
hysterically. I prop you up and feed you breakfast, eating my fill as well.
We are giggling our way through the last of the coffee, you telling me
what we sounded like when I was getting screwed by the bell boy. I'm clearing
away the dishes when I notice the sheet tented up near your midsection.
Drawing it back reveals your flagpole at full mast. "Mmmmm," I say, "Time for
dessert."
I play with your cock a little, kissing it and licking it slowly. When
it is clear it isn't going to fade, I climb on. "Ohhh, that's nice," I sigh,
slowly sitting back and raising myself up. "You do have a great dick, and I
hope I haven't been too nasty, but I really wanted to feel you in me."
"That's OK," you groan, "this makes it all worthwhile." I ride you slow,
and ride you fast, squirm around on you, lift myself up as you bounce up off
the bed. We fuck for a long time, building slowly, enjoying every stroke as
your penis explores every square millimeter of my vagina. We're both covered
with sweat and breathing hard, our eyes glazed with lust, as we work towards
the climax we both need, want, and deserve. I lean forward and untie your
hands, and kiss you deeply, your hands squeezing my ass as you pound up into
me. I lean up, increasing the pace, and your hands grab my tender breasts,
your fingers pinching my swollen nipples.
Like two laboring animals, we grunt and gasp, our bodies making obscene
thuds as we meet and part. A low growl starts, but whether it's from your
belly or mine I don't know. Soon, we are both moaning and the pleasure boils
over and we explode in simultaneous orgasm. My pussy pulsates around your
prick as it spasms inside me. After the last waves of ecstasy subside, I lay
down next to you, and we fall asleep in each other's arms.
Billbo:
When I wake up, I have the feeling you get when you haven't gotten out of
bed yet, and its 2 PM -- a mix of gilt and grundginess. And yet I know that I
want to stay in bed with you. We are beginning to get know each other, and I
begin to tingle at the thought of some of the adventures we may have. I
shower and shave, and get cleaned up, and then I sneak downstairs, and go
across the street to a boutique, to buy a special swimsuit and some lingerie
for you, based on the size of your pants which I had snuck a peak at. I leave
a note that I'll be back, and when I return with the packages you give me a
little bit of a puzzled look. "Here" I say. "Try this on." There's a
secluded hot springs near here that I want to try out.
The suit is low cut in the rear, and it shows off your cheeks to full
advantage, but otherwise it fits well. You give me a smirk as you look at
yourself in the mirror, and see how much your cheeks are exposed. I guess you
know how my mind is tending by now, but you don't complain. We kiss just
before we leave the room, and I feel passion welling up in me in a way that
only usually happens when I've become emotionally attached. I realize that I
am beginning to lose control of my feelings for you.
We drive for a while toward the coast, and the roads get narrower and
narrower until we take one completely dirt road for what seems like almost an
hour, and we come to a bend in the Russian River. You can walk down to the
river, and it's very secluded, not a sign of another car around, and we go
down to the water. I start to take off my clothes, and you seem a bit
reluctant, but then you take off your pants and peel the suit off, and you're
in the water, too. It's cold, but invigorating, and we stand in the water up
to our asses, and I begin to kiss you and we hold each other close and I feel
myself getting very hard again, and my cock presses against your belly.
"I want you inside me again," you say, and I we sit down in the water,
and you wrap your legs around me, and I hold you up, and slip inside. You
rock slowly on my pole, and we kiss, and I feel your tongue in my mouth, and
my cock in your wet, and warm pussy, while the rest of my body is in the cold
water, and it is a very strange feeling, but I like it just like I like you
although you are like no one I've ever met, and yet are exactly what I've
always wanted.
There in the water, we have a very tranquil fuck, which goes on for what
might be an hour, very slow, hugging and kissing, and fucking each other
slowly. You have a wonderful playful tongue, getting in my ears, and licking
my neck, and the smell of your hair is lovely, and it is very nice to savor
the experience of you. It is a very peaceful and satisfying end to the day,
and after a long while of slow fucking, it begins to build and build, until
you begin to bob up and down quickly, and we are vigorously pounding away, and
you come, and a while after I can feel myself ejaculate, although it is
nowhere near as much as I'd pumped into you earlier. I guess the tank must be
running low! We hold each other in the water, and I can see a tear on your
cheek, and I also feel a little sad and joyful. I know that I'm going to need
to see you soon and often, and that I'll be your slave if need be, and I know
you know this as well. The thing is, I don't want to leave you. Is there
someway this can be avoided? Some plan you've got in mind? I still have all
the lingerie I haven't shown you!
Melony:
As the warmth of lovemaking wears off, I start shivering in the cold.
Unfortunately, you haven't planned this well, and we don't have towels and
warm clothing. We run back to the car, which warms us up somewhat, and head
toward a small town nearby. It has some nice shops, and we spend the rest of
the afternoon shopping. In the dress shop, you come into the dressing room
with me, and we take the opportunity for some heavy kissing and petting. The
room is too small, the walls too thin, and the saleslady too persistent to
allow us more than a few seconds of intimacy at a time. We finally have
picked out a couple of outfits for me, one knit dress that is low-cut, barely
containing my breasts, with a short, tight skirt that hugs my hips, plus some
casual clothes. In the men's shop, I return the favor by helping you in the
dressing room. As we kiss, my hand strokes your cock, leaving you with a
raging hard-on as the salesman marks the pants for tailoring. It's almost
closing, but we prevail on the tailor to hem the pants before we leave. Back
in the car, you're ready to find a secluded spot to make love, but we haven't
yet found a place to stay the night (we can't really return to that hotel,
since we left the room in such a mess).
We find a small motel at the edge of town and check in. You're ready to
hop into bed, but I'm starving, and suggest we have dinner at a fancy French
restaurant we passed on the way to the motel. We get cleaned up and dressed
in our new clothes, while you use your hands and lips to try to convince me we
should just grab something quick and return to the room.
I'm almost convinced a couple times, but I'm beginning to hatch an idea
to make dinner more interesting. In the car, I snuggle up close, and whisper
the plan in your ear, being sure to nibble on it as I exhale my warm breath
into it. We'll pretend we don't know each other. I'll go into the restaurant
first, and you'll come a few minutes later. We'll sit separately, and flirt
with each other as we have a delicious dinner. You're skeptical, but willing
to try, my hands on your chest help to persuade you. We stop in front of the
restaurant, and with a quick kiss, I get out of the car. I walk in, and ask
the maitre d' for a table that's out of the way. He shows me to one in a
secluded corner, and I notice and take delight in the fact that every male in
the place watches me walk by, my new dress making me look as sexy as possible
while still being classy.
I order a drink and am looking over the menu when you walk in, very
distinguished in your new suit. You spy me in the corner, and I see you wink
at the maitre d' as you slip him a bill, obviously bribing him to get seated
near me. We are separated by a couple of empty tables in a relatively quiet
part of the restaurant. We make eye contact while scanning the menus. We
order and pretend to be avoiding looking at each other for the benefit of the
waiters. We are starting our main courses when the wine steward shows up with
a bottle he treats with some reverence. After you go through the wine ritual
and he fills your glass, he bends to hear you whisper something to him. He
nods, then brings the bottle to my table and says, "The gentleman inquires if
the lady would care to share the bottle." I don't know much about wine, but I
assume any wine over 50 years old must be great, as well as cost a fortune. I
blush and say "Yes". The wine steward fills my glass, and I raise it to you
as we share a silent toast. We proceed with our dinner, flirting with our
eyes, chewing our food sensuously. I find several erotic ways to eat
asparagus; you make each pea a separate meal, balancing one on the tip of your
tongue, gently holding another between your teeth.
Before we order dessert, I ask the waiter for a piece of paper. I write
a message, then, when you aren't looking, reach under my dress, slide my
panties aside, and moisten it with my sexual perfume. I give it to the waiter
with my dessert order, and he delivers it to you. I watch the smile and maybe
a blush cross your face as you recognize the aroma. The note says "I loved
the wine. Good legs, wonderful bouquet, lusty tongue, and deep throat." As
we linger over dessert and coffee, I grow more bold (perhaps the wine is
responsible). Hidden by the tablecloth, I manage to work my dress up enough
to squirm out of my panties. Pretending to drop my napkin, I reach to
retrieve them from under the table. Risking everything, when no one seems to
be looking, I toss them to you. Shocked, you retrieve them from where they
landed on your table, hiding them in your hand. You inhale deeply, filling
your nose with my scent from the damp crotch. As our eyes communicate the
electric feeling between us, I mouth the words "Your turn." You shake your
head in amazement. There's really no way for you to remove your shorts from
under your suit. "Do something" my lips silently encourage. After some
thought, you reach under the table.
You look like you're about to do something, when someone walks by. You
look uncertain, but my tongue circling my lips gathering up the whipped cream
from my dessert gives you incentive. Checking again that no one is looking,
you half stand up, your hard rod sticking out of your fly, rising above the
table so I can see. With a finger, you grab a gob of the raspberry sauce from
your chocolate decadence, then swirl it around the head. It looks so tasty, I
smack my lips. I see someone approaching, so I motion you to sit down. After
they pass, you fumble under the table, and it seems like we should be moving
on. You leave first, and I wait to give you time to get the car. When I come
out, you're waiting, and we take off, laughing until our sides ache. Stopped
at a light, I reach to unzip your fly, pull out your cock, and draw it into my
mouth. Sure enough, the taste is raspberries. I've cleaned it off when a
horn blows because the light has changed. You're eager to return to the
motel, but we pass a dance club, and I insist on going inside. The place is
packed, but the band is great, and we spend several hours dancing and
drinking. The other men watch me on the fast numbers as I jiggle and stress
the limits of my dress.
The other women gaze longingly at you on the difficult steps, wishing for
your easy grace rather than the clumsiness of their partners. On the slow
numbers, our warm bodies press close together; you swear you can feel my hard
nipples through my dress and your suit, and I can certainly feel your hard
bulge press into my abdomen. When we sit one out, we hug and kiss, your hand
discreetly on my breast, mine under the table caressing your balls. Finally,
it is the last dance, and the low lights provide cover for your hands to grab
my ass as you pull me to you, and mine squeeze yours as well. As we leave, we
decide to walk the 3 moonlit blocks to the motel. At the door, you reach for
the key and pull out my panties. I reach up to kiss you, and won't let go, so
you have to unlock the door and enter the room with me hanging on you.
You've been so good to indulge me this evening. What would you like for
your reward?
Billbo:
Before we enter the hotel room, I tell you to wait for a moment as I slip
away to the little grocery store that is across the street. I come back
with holding a grocery bag, and you look at me quizically.
I smile at you, but don't say a word, and arm in arm we go up to our room.
We kiss at the door, and your tongue probes deep into my mouth, and I
am soon running my hands through your hair, and kissing your neck, and we
are inside the room, and I've almost forgot about the groceries!
"Tonite," I announce, "I am going to suck and fuck you from head to toe."
Undressing you slowly is a wonderful pleasure. First I help you off with
your dress, letting your generous breasts out of your bra and sucking on
and biting your nipples until they are very perky. Then I work down to
your belly, and work off your panties with my teeth. The smell of your
scent tells me that you are enjoying this, and I can't resist giving you a
lick or two, just for a tease. I work my way down your plump thighs, and
down to your toes, which I begin to suck one by one as you lie on your
back on the bed. Now that you are naked, I undress myself, and go for the
grocery bag. I have got some chocolate syrup, and put little dabs of it
on your tits,and belly and thighs.
Since I love chocolate, and your breasts, I thought the two would go
together very nicely. You begin to moan as I suck on your breast, and
tease your nipple with my tongue, while pleasuring your other nipple with
my fingers. By now, you are getting nice and hot, and your hand reaches
for my cock to guide it inside you. I tell you to get on top of me
instead, and you lower yourself on my pole. For some reason, I have
always preferred this position. Your cunt is so warm and inviting, as you
slide up and down on me, I hold on to your wonderfully plump buttocks, and
feel them bounce against my flesh. You are getting into the rhythm, and
are beginning to bounce excitedly, moaning first slowly, then with greater
frequency. I help you bounce up and down and we get into a good rhtym,
until you begin to gasp, and get faster, and finally let out a little
scream, and I continue to thrust, as you begin to orgasm, hoping to keep
you coming as long as possible. You are now lying on top of me, and I run
my hands over the smooth flesh of your back, and feel your heart beat, and
it is a nice, close moment. But I am not finished yet, and there is still
some chocolate left.
Billbo:
Well, the weekend is drawing too a close, and we've both had a wonderful
time, and we decide to go out to dinner to celebrate our meeting, and
hopefully many more hot sessions to cum. We drive to an intimate French
restaurant I know in the city that has absolutely sinful deserts. I can tell
that you have a sweet tooth, and I want to indulge you as much as possible!
After we have been seated, and order, you go off to the restroom and beckon me
to follow you. I don't know what you have in mind, but as we enter the
somewhat secluded back of the restaurant, you enter the ladies room, and then
a moment later, pop back out and pull me inside.
Before I know it, we are in the stalls, and you are pulling down my
pants, and have let yours slide down. I pull down your panties, and pick you
up, as you wrap your legs around me. You are a bit heavy for me, but as I
feel my tool enter you, I prop you up against the wall, and the load eases.
You bob up and down, and I help you move up and down my tool until you are
moaning nicely, and I can feel your plump flesh undulating in mind hands. We
work up into a frenzy until you utter a muffled shreak of orgasm, and slump
into my arms. After holding you for a while, I let you down, and start to
finger you with one hand while my other kneads your hefty buttocks. After
playing with your marvelous cheeks a while, I begin to work a pinky into your
butt, where it feels surrounded by nice, warm, plump flesh. Meanwhile my
other hand is making you squirm nicely. I want to get you off again before we
eat... otherwise who knows what you'll come up with! Do I have a prayer of
satisfying you?
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