by Ella Hilton
"Alright then, 10 more minutes."
"NO! Damn you. I want you to fuck me. I want your dick in my pussy NOW. I want you to fuck me, PLEASE."
"All you had to do was ask," he said lightly in my ear before he pushed my head down into a pillow as he pushed into me, filling me instantly. And that was all it took to push me over the edge. He knew what he was doing. I was so desperate to feel his dick swell inside of me that the smaller orgasms I'd had already could not compare to the one that rocked through my body. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move, could only feel as he reached his hand around and furiously rubbed my clit as I screamed through what I could only describe as the most intense, mind blowing orgasm I'd ever had the pleasure to live through. It lasted for what seemed like forever. "See, I told you it would be worth it, worth the anticipation."
It took me several minutes to float back to reality, and when I did it was with a new desire. I wanted more. Like an addict, single-mindedly focused on the next hit, I craved more of that delicious feeling that still sent thrilling little tingles through my body. My fuzzy brain began to realize that he'd never moved once he pushed into me that first time, so I began to move. I fucked myself against him, moving forward, then pushing my ass back into him. He let me pleasure myself for a while, then he grabbed my hips, and said, "Here, let me do that for you." I turned my face into the pillow, and cried out as he fucked me hard and fast until I felt another orgasm slice through my body.
He pulled his dick out of my dripping pussy, and positioned himself at my ass, and moved with frustratingly control, slowly pushing into my ass. I felt my muscles tense, then relax as he pushed farther and farther into me. Finally buried in my to the hilt, he began to rock away from me, moving as slowly out as he had into me. He moved slowly back into my tight ass, then he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me even closer to him, my ass pressed tightly against him. Then he fucked my ass as hard and fast as he had just pleasured my pussy. In no time at all, another orgasm was pulsing through me. He tightened his hold on me and pulled me up against his chest as he pushed into my ass one last time and I felt him cum deep inside me as I hung onto his arm for support.
As always, he left me more than satisfied, even after the insatiable need I had felt when he started. Just when I thought I couldn't take more, he showed me I could. When I thought I couldn't move one muscle of my ridiculously satisfied body, he proved me wrong. Hours later, as I lay on my stomach unable to do more than breath, one of his legs thrown across my thighs, as he ran his fingers lazily across my back, I smiled. If I never get to do more than dream about and remember this satisfaction, if I never found myself laying beside him again, if I never felt his sweat slicked body next to mine again, if this was the end of what I can only describe as an amazing ride, then I knew I would look back without regrets, with only memories of a hell of a good time, and I would be happy. He was my friend first, and if he never wanted more than that from me, I would never be sorry for this. How could I? It was a hell of a ride, and if it ended tomorrow, or if it lasted longer, either way, I was content, and far more than satisfied.
The First Time, Again
Quietly reflecting as you have asked me to, yet, though asked, the reflections never stop for me. Once again, we are looking forward to, yet another, first time, aren't we, Baby? Where did "we" come from? It doesn't matter, does it? Not really. The reality is that we are and once again, we will slip from the realities of our worlds and come together for a brief time, until the next, first time.
What will this first time mean to us, this time, Baby? How will we feel, after so much time in between, save for our daily "check ins" and emails, how will we feel when that magic moment is finally before us, and we see each other again, for the first time? When you walk through that door this time, Baby, how do you want to see me? Do you want me in satin and lace again, with my long legs encased in silk, like always, Baby? Do you? Will your heart be pounding as loudly as mine when you reach for the phone in the lobby to tell me that you're here, and on your way up? Do you have any idea what that particular moment does to me each time? When the phone rings, like I always know it will, do you realize how my hand trembles and my breath catches tight, when I know it's you on the other end and you're finally within my very touch? Do you Baby? Do you have any idea how my heart leaps into my throat when I say hello, in a soft, lilting voice that belongs to only you and I hear your low, sultry voice on the other end,
"Mmmm, hi baby, on my way up"
Do you know how long it is on your elevator ride up a few floors Baby? It's an eternity. I never know whether my legs will hold me should I continue to stand, should I greet you at the door? should I sit on the edge of the bed? should I? .. should I? .. Do you realize how long a time that is to wonder, and to ache, simply in knowing that our first time is about to happen, again and you're just about to walk for that door again for the first time.
And when you do, what do you feel when you see me again? Is your heart thudding? Mine is. When all relevance to time and space stop, and our eyes touch again, for that first time, do you see the fire in mine, in reflection of yours? Do you see the joy leaping from me as I rise to greet you, the quickened step of my stance and the outreach of my opened arms into yours? Want to know what I see?
I see you turn to lock the door, I see the sack bearing the gifts you bring me fall from your hand to the floor, I see past your warm dark pools melting into the emerald of mine, and I see a hint of red flashing deeper within them. I see the tight clench of your strong jaw, even beneath your soft beard when your arms wrap around me in a squeeze so tight it takes my breath from me and my body melds into yours with our first deep, frenzied, searching, almost desperate kiss. You nearly knock me off my feet with the insistence of your kiss, pulling me hard into you, I feel your arms trembling around me and that tremble resonates against my mouth the deeper your first kiss takes mine, the deeper your tongue pushes into me, licking your sweet promise into me as you step me back, and back, until I'm limp in your arms again.
And we have yet to exchange a single word.
Your breathing now matches mine, only it's harder, deeper, and your arms are squeezing me until my palms pushing gently against your chest remind you that I need to breathe too. The laughter in our eyes touch, again, for the first time, and you slowly release me, and step back.
Your eyes make love to me as you slowly start unbuttoning your shirt, melting me with the heated gaze of your intent. Any imperfection I worry about every time suddenly dissipates in this moment, always. I'm never anything but perfect in your eyes, and I thank you so much for that. The frailties that possess me simply don't exist when we're together. Your gaze burns through the sheerness of the lingerie I bought especially for this trip, and I feel the intensity of your eyes as they caress every inch that I am. They're beyond dark now, Baby, they're almost silted with lust as are mine watching you now unbuckling your belt and unsnapping your jeans.
Do you hear me gasp every time, Baby, when you lower them and kick them aside? Do you? You know exactly what I'm feeling when you hear that, and you know exactly what my body is doing in response, don't you? It's always in this moment that you catch the rich, heady scent of my pulsing sex assaulting your senses, for the first time again, isn't it Baby?
Why is it always, in this moment, that you nearly lunge into me, only in the sexy thong that I've sent you ahead of time to wear, and grab me as if you were going to consume me? Is it because you can't bear another moment without touch? Is it because you know my eyes have seen the state of your arousal in that sexy thong, and the little wet circle of betrayal that is always there upon it, or do you simply love to torture me by pulling me deep against it, grinding it deep into my own softness as you take another hard kiss from me? Why is it always this kiss, that steals my breath again, that is always so much harder than the last, why do I always feel the hint of your teeth against my neck when I drape it back exposed to you, why is that, Baby?
Why do
my breasts ache so crushed to your hard bare chest in this moment? Is it because they ache for the softness of your mouth and tongue again, after all this time? Or is it that the silkiness of my lingerie caressing your naked flesh is making you crazed with lust anew? Are you going to rip it from me this time as you have so many times before, or will you allow me to slowly remove it for you? I never quite know Baby.
Your hands find their way to that soft flesh of my thighs where the lace topped stockings stop and the skin begins, and your fingertips burn into me in the deepest kneading I have ever felt. It almost hurts, but I feel no pain. All I know is that one silky leg coils around the back of yours and my own hands lower to cup and massage the unbelievable hardness straining in your thong. Our kiss is now desperate, and I never exactly know how we end up on the bed in this moment, but we always do, don't we?
Have we even said hello, yet?
The End.
A Moment
I'd been working all day once again pushing numbers and making calls just as I have for years on this contraption of wires and chips that has become so integrated in my life, that at times it seems the place where my fingertips end and the keyboard begins no longer exist. I was going crazy, formatting this, compiling that, where in the hell was my life going? I hadn't talked to my longtime friends in years, my marriage had taken a nose dive to a point where at times I hardly remembered her name, and my sex life was nonexistent. I had to do something so I called up a few friends but they had other things going on in their lives and we promised to stay in touch and do lunch, how I have come to hate that term, but we all knew those days had passed, but I needed contact with others besides those I worked with, so I turned back to something I did know, the internet and the endless places it could take me.
I searched out places to meet other adults that maybe shared the same views or thoughts I have and joined a few communities and even found the world of private messenger with a few. I had heard about the flirting and online affairs they said took place but didn't put much stock into it, after all, just how real could feelings be when you can't touch, see, and feel the other person.
I had developed a good friendship with a lady from a neighboring State and I found myself talking with her more and more each day while I should have been hard at work. Lynn was a few years younger than I and we both were in a marriage that had reached a point where we wished we could move on but knew it wasn't possible, and slowly we began to become more personal with our questions, our hope and soon or desires. We both had values but this was a way we could open up and feel good once again.
Lynn had a lot of other ladies she knew and at times we would get together in a conference and have a great time, but it was our personal time I enjoyed best, until one day when she told me her friend from a small village in the UK was online and did I want to meet her. Always wanting to make Lynn happy how could I refuse. I remember the moment Siobhan entered into the chat. She had the type of name that made my blood surge, very erotic. Her words were like milk chocolate, smooth and rich and seeing the exchange between her and Lynn made me wonder just how well these two knew each other.
Over the course of the following weeks we all got to know each other very well and the flirting was outrageous and exciting. More than once I would become hard seeing them tease each other about them kissing or touching and making me beg, which I did often. Lynn and I had exchanged our photos and she had some nudes she sent that made my days go by, but I knew this was the best it would ever get and resigned myself to my dreams of being with her but for a few hours, and she had some I had taken just for her and she told me she too wished we could meet in real life more than once. Siobhan called me up online one day and floored me when she asked when she was going to get copies of the special photos I had sent her friend.
I got myself together and of course denied having them when she expressed a smile and told me her and Lynn we very good friends, and she had already seen one of them I had sent her. When she told me she liked my thick cock with it's large pink head I about dropped my tea and didn't know what to say to her. She then sent me a few of her special photos, very teasing and erotic pose, hinting at her breasts and pussy but giving a full view of her ass and shapely legs. Needless to say from that day on our conversations became more heated and with all three of us together it got very intense at times, but we all agreed it was safe, fun and we were adults after all.
Lynn and I had no secrets from each other, we had truly become close and shared everything, so when later that year I had to go on an extended business trip to New England, I let her know a few months ahead of time where I would be if she wanted to call. I'd have my laptop but it was networked so we wouldn't be able to play. She assured me she would keep busy and to let Siobhan know I'd be back in a few weeks.
I was staying at a cottage my company had secure for me and while it was well away from town and secluded, the rustic nature of its location helped me relax after my daily chores in the city. With a holiday coming up I was looking forward to a three day weekend there as I drove to my new home away from home, thinking I would build a nice fire, make some sweet tea and just relax as I read a book. But I was also planning on calling Lynn later just to hear her voice.
The weather was warm here during the day and the air was refreshing as I pulled onto the road almost there, and that's when I caught the aroma of smoke from a chimney. It just made me want to hurry so I could fire up the hearth myself, but as I pulled onto the driveway, I noticed that the smoke was coming from my cottage. I didn't know who had been inside but I was about to fine out.
I swung open the door and there by the fireplace, standing but facing away from me was a figure of a women I thought I recognized, the shape of her back, the long legs and shapely ass, the style and color of her hair, and as she turned and looked over her shoulder, her mouth in a cross between a smile and a grin but seductive nonetheless and her eyes deep and erotic, my heart skipped a beat and as she said, "hello Dominic" in her British accent that I had heard so many times over the static of the internet, I knew this vision of beauty before me was Siobhan, and my knees went weak for a moment. I didn't know how this was happening but I was so overwhelmed I stood there gawking until she came over, handed me a drink and took my hand. She felt so warm and soft and the look of her smile and eyes caused a stirring I wasn't prepared for and looking down she noticed and smiled that certain smile again that didn't help at all.
We settled on the couch, feeling the warmth of the fire and began talking, many things we already knew about each other but said it all again. At some point I took her hand in mind and as we sat facing each other, I reached out and touched her hair, she closed her eyes and made a sound that let me know she enjoyed my touch. And as she placed her hand on my thigh, slightly using her fingertips to stroke my thigh, my own eyes closed for a moment and my mind ran wild with desire.
It had been such a long time since I had touched a women in this way, I wanted to take my time and soak in everything, so as we let each other know by touch that we both had a desire for more, we talked some more. She told me that Lynn and she had been wanting to meet for a long time and decided that using my trip would be the perfect time and that she had arrived this evening, early in the day and that Lynn would be arriving in the morning. This was all news to me but happy news indeed. The thought of both of these ladies, both of whom I had shared special moments with on the internet caused me to once again become hard, and again Siobhan took notice and let her hand move up to cover my hardness. I looked deep into her eyes and saw that we both wanted the same thing, needed it.
I drew her too me and gently kissed her eyes, softly moving my lips down her cheek, feeling her breath shorten as I softly kissed her lips, then feeling them part as our tongues probed and explored each others. I cupped her head in my hand, feeling the texture of her hair as we kissed deeply till I felt lightheaded, only then did we draw apart, and smiled at each other.
I removed her shoes, gently
rubbing her feet till she began to remove her blouse, seeing her breasts come into view, her erect nipples straining the material or her lace bra make my cock jump. I removed her slacks and as they slide over her hips, I could see the wetness of her white lacy panties and the hint of the sweet lips of her pussy. I stood up taking her with me and as we stood facing each other, my hands explored her hair, her face, her soft back and arms, trailing to her heaving breasts where I took her firm nipples between my fingers, rolling them till she moaned.
She unbuckled my pants and they fell to the floor, my cock now pressing into her lower stomach, she reached for me and took me in her hand, stroking me till I was about to cum, but knowing that I didn't want to yet, not until I pleased her, I pulled back and eased her down till she was sitting at the edge of the cushion, then kneeling between her legs I stroked her thighs, feeling the firmness under my hands. She was a runner and her legs were strong but soft and parted at my urging as my fingers played over her skin, getting closer and then backing away. I could see she was getting wetter and I wanted to taste her, but resisted not only for her pleasure but that of mine.
I kissed her knees and slowly kissed my way up her thighs, first one side then the other, her skin hot on my tongue, the heat of her pussy and her scent was driving me wild with desire and as I let my fingers dance over her lips, trailing between them and brushing her clit, she shuddered and pushed up towards me. With one hand under her cupping her cheeks I let me fingers slide again between her lips and then eased one into her. She responded with a loud moan and was bringing her ass off the cushion, wanting to feel more, and I lowered my mouth to her, letting my tongue slide up and down, flicking her clit as I kept sliding a finger deep inside her, she was dripping wet and tasted so good.