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Tampa Tempest
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
I was in Tampa on business. It was June, and Tampa was beautiful as
usual. I was part of an elite group of sales people- highly
specialized, well trained, smooth operators. These guys were the cream
of the crop- from the best schools, top achievers, and very sharp.
After long days of strategy sessions, product updates, and round
tables, we all usually looked forward to unwinding. This was my first
trip to Tampa, but several of my colleagues were veterans of the area.
They knew all the stops. Monday & Tuesday were pretty long days, we
ended up at the Baja Beach Club and soaked up a few Coronas and
philosophized. Mick was a real charismatic guy and funny as hell. He
began to tell us what the star-studded Tampa nights could offer. I've
seen tons of gorgeous women, but Tampa seemed to have more than its
share that night. Mick and the guys talked about a few of the nig
ht clubs they liked and about some of the better strip bars. Back at
home I was living with someone at the time, and this overload of
sensuality really made me want the trip to end quickly so I could
return to my lady. At home, I was never one to go to strip bars much-
I had all the woman I needed right there. But this night in Tampa, my
vote was for the strip bar because I knew the rules there. There, it
was just a tease. No matter what we drank, did, or said, I was getting
no action there- which is what I wanted. I was in a groove that night,
and I knew if I went to that meat market with them, anything could
happen. I guess I was trying to keep what I had going at home honest,
but Mick and the Tampa nights made the sale. With only two cars
between the seven of us, I was either going with them or staying in my
hotel room. I know, "poor you," you're saying, but it really was a
struggle.
When our rented "CIA-mobiles" as we called them rolled into Stingers,
the Porches, B-mers, and Jags were deep in the valet lot. We pulled
curbside and piled out like the secret service. The beat of the music
virtually pulled us inside the frosted glass doors and we beheld LOTS
of gorgeous flesh. It was kind of funny, any of those women would
have been stars back home, but here tonight, none of them particularly
stood out. They just looked good. I hung out by the bar mostly &
talked with a few of the other guys as the DJ mixed some very hot
tunes. As sharp as some of these guys were, they weren't all
completely at ease. I could tell a couple of them felt a little
self-conscious, but that was OK by me- it gave me someone safe to talk
to. Then, a very pretty brunette came over and took my hand. "Would
you like to dance?" she smiled (well, she practically screamed it b
ecause the music was so loud). Sure, what harm could a dance do? Let
me tell you, this woman at about 5'6" (I'm 6') was absolutely
hypnotizing on the dance floor. Short dark brown hair, long, smooth,
tanned legs accentuated by white pumps, slim waist draping nicely to
curvy hips and a round ass that moved in circles or spirals or
something that definitely had me hooked. As she moved to the music,
her arms raised and her eyes closed. Her head tipped back and the
perspiration glistened on her golden neck. Mick was on the floor with
someone and that "gotcha" look from him snapped me out of my trance. I
was on full tilt- all bets were off now. After that cute little babe
got my engine started, I really needed to cool down. A few more
Coronas and a few dances later led me to learn that Mick couldn't
figure it. Apparently he was as amazed at all the attention I was
getting. I don't think I asked more than two women to dance- they were
coming to me. I promised Mick I'd give him a few dance lessons before
we went out next time. He and I both, as it turned out, would be
thoroughly surprised before the night was over.
As beautiful as most of these women were, and as electric as the
atmosphere was that night, I made no moves on any one- didn't attempt
even a semblance of a conversation- until, standing on a balcony above
the crowd, I saw what I thought had to be a mirage. About thirty feet
away and 15 feet below me stood an amazing sight. For a moment,
everything faded away and all I saw was this striking blonde woman-
shoulder length, sparkling, blond curls; slender, elegant arms posed
gloriously from a sleeveless red sequined mini dress. The curves were
unmistakable and perfect. Her cheekbones were high and dramatic, and
even from that distance, I noticed the way they pouted and dimpled as
her smile outshone the brightest lights in the joint. I was drawn to
her. As my senses began to return to me, I noticed that she was
surrounded by men. One of them was trying to smooth talk her
while the others seemed purposely, though discreetly, positioned to
take his place once he flubbed. Something told me they wouldn't have
the opportunity. Tunnel vision took over, I barely remember leaving the
balcony. The next thing I new, I was at the bar beside her, and in
complete disregard of this other guy, took her hand gently, made
serious eye contact, leaned toward her ear and breathed "You look like
you could use a rescue. Can I buy you a drink?" As cool as I am, and
considered attractive by most women, I don't particularly pride myself
on pick up lines. In retrospect, this one wasn't so hot either, but it
just came out. The words seemed to birth themselves and I don't think
our eyes parted the rest of the night. It was crowded downstairs, so
we walked back up to second level bar. She thanked me for saving her,
and laughed that she should have known better than to wear that dress.
She was coming off of a disappointing relationship and hadn't planned
to meet anyone. She just wanted to get pretty, go dancing, leave a few
jaws on the floor, and feel especially appreciated that night. She
knew she looked hot in that dress, but wasn't quite prepared f
or the attention it brought her. She said she was mobbed the minute
she walked in and felt surprisingly comforted when I came to her. We
had some pleasant small talk just for a few minutes. I was lost in her
deep blue eyes, there was something especially sincere and inviting
about them, but I managed to tell her how much I wanted to see her
again. Knowing I was in town on business for a few more days, she gave
me her number, we hugged, and she was gone. I watched her leave- the
only word that describes her body is "perfect." As she walked away, I
watched her ass move with a sophistication that left me speechless. As
she disappeared, I swiveled my stool and stared at my beer and a huge
smile completely captured my face. As I hoisted my glass, still
smiling to myself, my eye caught two women sitting directly across from
me. They were looking at me and their smiles seemed "knowing"- as if
they were thinking, "Wow, he just made the score of a lifetime and he
knows it." I don't remember what they looked like other than those
smiles. Who knows what they were really thinking, but I certainly had
made a hell of beginning.
Joanna and I saw each other after work the next couple of days. We
dressed casually and she took me to a local juke that had a live band.
It was small, comfortable and not the meat market we had met in the
night before. An alligator or elk head or something hung over the bar.
It's tough to remember much of anything accept the closeness we
quickly developed and the magnitude of her beauty. Even in the loose
fitting blouse she wore that evening, I could tell that her breasts
were as perfect as every other more visible inch of her. The fine,
blond hair on her tanned arms, the French manicured nails that tipped
soft slender fingers, the coral-colored lips that kissed me and sent me
to a places I'd never been. We didn't dance much that night, just held
one-another close and stayed in constant touch. It's difficult to
describe beauty like this. "Perfect" is admittedly a very subjective
physical description, but I can't find any other. When I say she was
tanned, I mean perfectly tanned. Not dark, not red or pink, just
tanned. Her skin was smooth and supple. When I say she was blond, I
don't mean dark blonde or white blonde, I mean scintillating , clean,
golden blonde. When I say her eyes were blue, I don't mean like the
sky or like the ocean, I mean like blue jewels. When I say her breasts
were perfect, I don't mean large or small, I mean "perfect." They were
firm, yet soft, more than a hand full but not suffocating. Her nipples
were not thick, they were not thin, they were perfect. Her legs were
not meaty or bony, her thighs and calves were well defined and joined
by knees that had a beauty all their own. My memory of her beauty isn't
clouded or embellished by the passion that followed, she really was a
sight.
As we left the juke, she played some nice tunes in her new black
Prelude. Once she shifted into high gear, I couldn't resist taking the
palm of her right hand and placing it against my mouth. I breathed
into her palm and kissed her. My tongue traced the lines of her
fingers. Her speech began to slow and her breathing deepened as I
sucked each finger gently into my mouth, teasingly lapping my tongue at
the web between each of them. Although I needed to be up early the
next morning and expected to be back at my hotel room, when the car
stopped and I opened my eyes we were at her apar
tment condo. The lavishly landscaped grounds and lighted foutains
seemed to heighten the mood even more. I followed her up the walk and
into her place. The door closed, the keys hit the table and she turned
to meet my most passionate kiss. She really hadn't led me to expect
anything, and as much as I wanted her I didn't want her to think I took
anything for granted. She popped the cork on a bottle of wine and we
lounged on her unfurnished living room floor. With the lights of the
television our only illumination, I began to rub her shoulders. She
moaned with relief and anticipation. She hesitated when I asked to
take her to her bedroom where we'd be more comfortable. I assured her
that I understood the word "no" and that if weren't that kind of guy
she'd have been in trouble already. She laughed, because she knew I
was sincere and she wanted what I did.
She led me to her bedroom, kissed me and laid face down on her bed. I
lifted her blouse, undid her bra and began to warm her with my large,
strong hands. Her "aahs" and "oohs" hastened as I soothed and attended
her. She turned to face me revealing for the first time her absolutely
perfect breasts. One of my hands tenderly cupped her breast as I knelt
at the side of her bed and began to kiss her stomach. I sucked,
licked, nibbled and kissed every pore of her torso- her entire body was
writhing in arousal before I allowed my tongue to touch her nipples.
As my fingertips traced her side, her back arched, pushing her warm
breast into my mouth. I turned her onto her back again, removed the
rest of my clothing, and lifted her blonde curls to kiss the back of
her neck. Down I kissed to the center and sides of her lower back,
removing her pants and panties at last. I stood above her completely
nude body, I marveled at the contrast between her tanned white body,
and my darker brown skin. Like rich coffee with cream, my skin
complemented hers perfectly. I thrilled at this vision before me for
what seemed like minutes. Her ass was shapely without an ounce of flab
, enough definition to appreciate without the extra plump that pads a
good posterior pounding. Her pubic area was "perfect." not too full,
not hairless- but soft, fine, blonde and VERY attractive. I had to
have her completely. She turned and I moved between her knees, kissing
my way to her vulva. The sweet smell drew me in and I kissed and
sucked her folds, flicking my tongue over her most sensitive spots.
She raised her legs so that her toes pointed to the ceiling and my
tongue gave her a prelude to the entree. She moved her hips at a
quickening pace, dropping her legs and wrapping her calves behind by
head. With her arms outstretched, white knuckled hands clutched the
bed linens tightly and her orgasm overtook her like the crashing waves
at Clearwater beach. She was so sensitized by this that she couldn't
stand further kissing, though I could've lingered there for
hours if not days. Holding her tightly I pressed into her back and
against her sweet ass. My 9 1/2" penis had been a solid rock for over
2 hours by this time. I knew it was destined for great things. Her
hand reached behind to feel what she hadn't dared to dream. I felt her
fingers start at the top. They felt, squeezed, hesitated, and then
searched the length. I heard her gasp as she reached the base, then
she turned to me and lovingly explored by mouth with her tongue. She
soon went for the penis that she'd been dreaming of all day. Grasping
from the bottom, she covered the head with her perfect lips. As her
tongue encircled me, she pumped slowly with her hand. I'd had plenty
of blow jobs before this, but for some reason I'd never been able to
cum this way. At first I thought the others just weren't talented
enough, but after a deep-throater that was, by far, more
than anyone has a right to expect, I decided that it was a mental
block on my part. Well Joanna blew my mental block completely away
that night, as she closed her mouth, and pumped my johnson's head
against her moistened lips I watched that beautiful, serene face and
that golden hair shining in the moonlight, and I just spewed tremendous
jiz into her now open mouth. After getting it all, she sat up on her
heels, smiled, and with her head back took a good swallow.
I was amazed and the thought of being able to cum that way had me hard
again in seconds. After a beer chaser, we resumed our torrid
lovemaking and she wasted no time in climbing atop my pleasure post.
Slowly she lowered herself and the tightness of her exquisite vagina
turned my granite pillar into steel. I held her rotating hips as she
masterfully stroked every inch of me. Feeling her warmth and tightness
would have been enough, but added to the view her gorgeous face and
those phenomenal breasts the experience was unreal. Her moans and
gasps turned to ecstatic grunts as she fucked my boner like she'd never
have another chance (like hell she wouldn't). Then she began lifting
herself completely off of me, and taking me back in quickly. What a
feeling! My joint would pop of her wetness, and the sensation of
having to reenter her tight hole over and over again was fanta
stic. It's impossible to explain. I could have easily cum, but we
were in such a rhythm I think she knew exactly where I was at all
times. We were both having the best sex of our lives and there was no
way it was ending yet. Without a word, she got off me and buried her
head in her pillow with that gorgeous ass high in the air. She knew
what to expect and I would've been in her faster if I hadn't needed to
take a lingering look and lick of the unbelievable mound presented so
lovingly for me. As I stood at the side of the bed, I grabbed her hips
firmly and pulled her to me entering her and savoring every second.
The leverage I had from standing gave me firm footing and my strokes
were long and slow. Damn, it was so good my legs wouldn't continue to
support me. I moved us forward. and soon she was flat on her stomach
with my entire length deep inside her from the backside. I raised
myself on my hands, spread my legs astride hers and began fucking her
for all I was worth, by the time our screaming stopped we had both cum
together, and suddenly we both broke into outrageous laughter. I guess
it was a weird reaction, but we were so good with each other it was
all we could do.
In the afterglow she told me that she thought a lot of white guys had
hang ups about penis size, and she joked that "Mother never told me it
could be like this." What I thought and what I said were two different
things. I thought, "I never fucked her mother, so I can understand why
she wasn't warned." I said, "Well, babe, everyone's different and I've
never had anyone like you before either." Truth is I'd been with red
heads, blondes, brunettes, black, white and asian women, but this one
was flat-out the very best ever. I really hadn't ever had anyone like
her before- or since.
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