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Burning Atlanta by Moonlite
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BURNING ATLANTA
~~ Part I ~~
By: Moonlite
I've done some crazy things before, but somehow waiting at the
gate for your plane to arrive suddenly struck me as on of the
dumbest ideas I'd had in years. Here I stood pacing, feeling
like a virgin surrounded by Hell's Angels. Scared and excited,
nervous and wired all at the same time.
We'd met on a Southern California bbs, you calling from New
Jersey and me from the Bay Area. Teleconferencing led to
chatting and that led to long phone conversations. And all that
led me to the airport in a strange city neither of us had ever
been to before.
The sysop on a local board had recently told me of a disastrous
meeting he had in a similar situation. All sorts of scenarios
ran through my head. I know so much about you and I feel so
close to you, but still, I don't KNOW you. At least not yet.
Finally the jetway opened and the passengers began coming through
the door. I stood beyond some of the others waiting to meet the
arrivals so I could hide I suppose. Looking around me I noticed
no others females alone who fit my description and realized
hiding wouldn't help. I needed to walk right up to you and get
it over with. Finally there you came, looking even more handsome
than the photos you sent me. And even taller than the 6'3" you
confess to being.
The next hour is mostly a blur. I remember smiling shyly and you
walking up, taking me in you arms and hugging me as you said "Hi,
baby". We made small talk as we walked to the airport's version
of Muni-Metro. I loved your smile and the way you kept grinning
at me. When I told you there was a cab waiting, your shocked
expression was adorable. "You left a cab waiting with the meter
running and the plane was an hour late?" "No, it's a long story,
the meter isn't running", I responded.
After what seemed like an eternity we arrived at the hotel. It
was nicely appointed and in the Buckhead section. Two double
beds and chilled California Chardonnay compliments of my
counterpart in Atlanta. The card said "Happy Birthday".
This trip is actually a business trip for me but you wanted to
come help me celebrate so we agreed to meet on Friday night and
party till Sunday afternoon when I officially had to be there.
So far except for the kiss at the airport and some infrequent
hand holding in the cab we have not been very affectionate and
I'm beginning to think we may have to find alternative methods of
amusement. At last you drop you bag and squeeze me tight. I hug
you back and the kiss I have been waiting for becomes a reality.
You nuzzle my neck and I hear you say, "so that's what Shalimar
smells like? I love it." More kisses and you lift me up and
turn me so my back is facing the bed. We seem to fall backwards
in slow motion, you still holding me very tightly. I feel your
weight press against me and your hand caresses my breast, softly
and lovingly.
We kiss more passionately and I feel your hand touch my leg,
lifting my dress and rubbing against my pantyhose. I know you're
checking to see if I acquiesced to your request, and yes, lover,
I did cut the crotch from the pantyhose! You move very quickly
down to the end of the bed, pressing my legs apart and using both
hands rip the nylons away and suddenly bury your face in my
pussy. I feel your tongue tease my clit and then probe my lips.
Your finger stimulates my clit further as you press your warm
tongue inside me. You position my legs over your shoulders and I
run my fingers through your hair as you take me to that special
place. I feel a powerful orgasm rip at my sanity and give into
the feeling entirely. You continue your attentions and I know I
will be at your mercy until you decide I've had enough. My hips
thrust forward and my breathing becomes very sporadic as the
waves crash over me again and again. Animal sounds are filling
my throat and I cannot even remember where we are.
Please lover, please. The word stop will not come. You press
even deeper into me and suck at the juices you have caused to
flow from me. Finally, gasping, I beg you to stop. I cannot
breathe and I cannot move. After more major quaking that reaches
my soul you plant a wet kiss on my pussy and move up to hold my
quivering body close to you. Running your fingers through my
hair and kissing me all over my face, you whisper that you want
only to please me and make this birthday very, very special.
I'd say we're off to a great start, lover. Looks like we won't
have to find a bowling alley after all!
~~~Part Two~~~
We find ourselves stretched out on the bed almost fully clothed and as I have
now recovered from the massive explosions in my body I grow impatient to touch,
see and taste your naked body. While we kiss and cuddle we help each other
with buttons and zippers and with some squirming and rolling around finally get
all our clothing off. Your body is terrific, my love, long and tightly
muscled. You are all that I imagined you would be, and MORE. The next few
minutes are taken up as you "pay homage" to my breasts as you put it. Every
centimeter is kissed and licked and tweaked and loved. Listening to you
describe the various parts, including how perfect the nipples are, makes me
wonder how I can simply take them for granted.
As you are busy enjoying my tits my hands explore your neck, your sides, your
back and finally your incredible ass. I love the feel of your cheeks in my
hands, just as I love the way you suck on my nipples. Drawing a fingernail up
your side I find a ticklish place and make use of this newfound knowledge. YOu
squirm and laugh and take both my arms in your hands and press them beside me
on the bed. You straddle my body and kiss my neck and throat, then lick the
inside of my elbow which drives me wild. I beg you to release me so I can
continue my exploration. After eliciting a promise that I won't tickle you let
me go.
I am dying to touch your cock. I have felt it pressing against my body in
various places and know it is very long and apparently very thick as well.
Slowly I shift on the bed and move closer to inspect it. Oh my! Leaning yet
closer I blow softly on it and see it move. My lips are hungry to taste you.
I plant a wet lingering kiss on the very tip of you and hear you sigh. All the
phone sex has paid off. You know my fear of having a man put his hands on my
head at this point and you touch only my shoulders. One hand gently moves to
cup your balls and the other reaches for the shaft while I kiss you again. I
cannot wait to take you in my mouth but I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. You
are wonderfully constructed, love, but this may not fit.
Moving slowly I press my lips against your lovely prick and open them to test
the waters, so to speak. The tip is so smooth and slightly damp, and my mouth
is so wanting. Pressing lower I take you into the velvety wet cave of my
mouth. You feel my tongue play with the head and moan. I lick you all over
and up and down. Long broad strokes that seem to have a wonderful effect. You
are almost throbbing, my sweets. My hand still plays with your balls and I
finally take you back into my lips and move my head lower. My mouth stretches
to accommodate your size and I start a very slightly suction. My hand on your
shaft moves up and down as I begin to move my lips lower and take more of you
into my mouth. My hand meets my lips and they each retreat in opposite
directions. Now in earnest I begin to press you in and out of my lips and suck
on your manhood, my hand now moves in concert with my mouth and you shift your
hips to allow me better access. The hand that was playing with your balls
moves between your cheeks and a single finger strokes you under your scrotum
moving almost to your asshole and back. You flinch and moan and tell me you
love this attention but you may not be able to stand it for long.
I know you have been looking forward to this for weeks and want you to feel all
the excitement I can provide you. I suck on you harder and harder and move my
head up and down on you faster and faster as your breathing becomes more
inconsistent. Still sucking harder and moving up and down with lips and hands
you moan and make almost intelligible sounds as you feel your explosion getting
closer. Your legs move and your stomach muscles tighten as you are approaching
the edge. I continue to take you for a ride and suck as hard as I can, taking
as much of you inside my mouth as possible and feel you fight the overwhelming
urge to cry out as you finally experience release and blast off into my mouth.
I continue to suck until you have shot all of your juices into me, once, twice
no three times. I swallow the hot, sticky cum and slowly lick you clean before
moving up to lie quietly in your arms. You smile and kiss me and tell me it
was just as you imagined it would be and that you are sure there will be no
time for sightseeing in our short two days together here.
~~~Part Three~~~
As we sip the wine and cuddle and talk I can feel you getting
excited again. Maybe this wasn't the dumbest thing I ever did
after all. Things seem to be going very well indeed so far. We
are no longer hurried, but are able to spend time talking and
just holding each other. I could become very attached to you I
think. There's a comfort to that as well, but also fear. We are
very different in our thinking and then there is the minor
problem of our living on opposite ends of the country. Well, in
typical Scarlet O'Hara fashion, I'll think about that tomorrow.
Right now I want more than anything to feel your big cock ramming
into my pussy.
You must have read my mind, sweets for at that moment you take my
wine glass and place it on the nightstand. You wrap one of your
long arms around me and kiss me very deeply as your other hand
moves to play with my clit. I respond as any horny woman would
and you slide one then two fingers inside me to make sure I'm as
ready as you think I am. Very quickly you take me in both your
rams and roll onto your back with me now on top of you. "Put it
in" you whisper and I follow your instructions. Taking you in my
fingers I rub your cock against my clit once and then against the
entrance to my pussy. Pressing you into me as I slide against
you eases the head of you into me slowly. Oh you are big, my
love. I slide very, very slowly onto you and feel you stretch me
to the limits as you go deeper filling me totally. You whisper
"take it all, baby". And I finally am able to. Positioning my
hips and pressing against you as tightly as I can I feel like a
thick steel rod has me impaled. Very slowly I begin to move away
from you and slide almost off the hardness. Your hands find my
hips and help me into a rhythm that is centuries old but always
feels different with a new lover.
You press your hips up as I slide down again and again I am
stretched and yet there is little pain involved. My muscles
caress you tightly and we move in unison. I sway slightly as you
ram into me and I slide up and down on your rigid cock. Up and
down a little faster and harder. Your hands on my hips control
me as I am riding you. Up and down, harder and faster until I
see lights exploding as I reach my peak. You press me down until
I can move again on my own and again the rhythm takes over. Up
and down and harder and deeper. It takes very little time for me
to explode again and I feel as though each thrust from now on
will take me to the heavens. I am lost in this experience and
need you to guide me, darling. Each of my orgasms cause further
contractions and makes your cock feel bigger. You tell me "go
with it, baby, let me take you there again". And you do, over
and over. Finally you begin to get closer yourself and as I have
almost collapsed from pleasure I feel you shoot into me
completing our union.
You pull me up to your chest and kiss my forehead softly. I
cannot breathe or talk yet. I can only place my arms against you
and shudder. You hold me closer and whisper softly, "Happy
Birthday, lover. I'm so glad I can finally call you that for
real."
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