by R L Singer
“Who could I invite? He has to be very hot.” The look on his face was comical and she wasn’t able to keep the teasing smile from her lips. “I’m a woman, you know? A straight woman,” she said, still smiling.
“Well, you’ll have your first experience with a woman… because there is no way in hell you’ll be with another man with my body,” he grumbled.
She laughed out loud before she kissed his hand and dragged him out of the nightclub. His limo was there waiting for them so soon they were in the private back seat of the car.
Gideon slid from his seat to straddle her, right before he cupped her face and claimed a passionate kiss from her lips. So far, they had just taunting each other, but the minute their lips touched for the first time, a powerful fire started between them, engulfing them in its passionate heat, and soon, the rest of the world had been forgotten and there were just the two of them, lost in their passion.
Eager for more, she slid her hands under his top, until she reached his full breasts, cupping them in her powerful hands, slightly squeezing them until she had him moaning against her lips.
“You know… despite the fact that you look like a man… I don’t think of you as a man…” he said, panting hard, as he interspersed kisses with words.
“Yes… I feel the same… which is odd,” she assured him, pulling his top up and freeing his breasts from the lace bra he had bought, making them bounce before she captured them and pulled them until she was able to put her lips in one of his hard nipples while she clamped the other one with her fingers.
He tilted his head back, with a loud moan, encouraging her to continue and she wasted no time. Going from one breast to the other she teased him as much as he could until her cock was so hard she feared it would drill a hole into her pants and, judging by the look on Gideon’s face, he was as close as she was.
“How close are we from your place?” she asked him, sliding one of her hands down her belly and between them.
“Ask the driver to go for a walk. Just use the phone.”
“I’m panting,” she protested.
“You can do it,” he assured her, leaning forward and running his full lips down her neck, sending chills of thrill down her spine.
Taking a couple of deep breaths, she grabbed the phone and mumbled the instructions to the man on the other side of the line and soon she had ended the call and was pulling up his skirt, sliding her fingers until she found his throbbing clit. He moaned against the skin of her neck, ripping a groan of sheer need from her, as she started to rub his clit, just the way she liked it, alternating sweetness with roughness, quickly taking him over the edge. His moans felt so good, but her throbbing cock needed attention and pushing her away just enough for her to open up her pants, she freed her hard cock and pulled him against her again.
“I need you… now,” she whispered in his ears, and still floating over the waves of the orgasm that had crashed over him he nodded and pulled himself up until his drenched pussy was resting on Eileen’s cock.
He slowly started to go down on her, but she was too eager for slowness. Resting her hands on his hips, she made him go down on him, in a single motion, stretching his walls to fit her while he moaned his pleasure.
She had experienced a few orgasms with his body, masturbating, but nothing had prepared her for this, to feel a part of her burying deep inside a woman’s hot body. The feeling was amazing and almost made her lose control, but she needed more, she didn’t want it to end so fast, so she took a few deep breaths before she asked him to ride her, helping him, as she grasped his round butt.
Resting his hands on her shoulders, he started to ride her, starting slow, but soon, he was riding her in a frantic rhythm that threw them over the edge very fast, letting the wild waves of pleasure to crash over them again and again as their bodies shuddered and heaved.
It took them a while to come back from the world they had conjured together and chuckling, Eileen had finally ordered the driver to take them home. Once in the house, she guided him right to his bedroom and into the bathroom where they showered together before going to bed and spend the whole night making love. The following morning, Eileen woke up with him on top of her, kissing and licking her chest on his way down her belly.
She growled and buried her hands on his brown, curly, mane, pulling him closer. They were both naked, and her cock was already hard and eager for more. While he kissed and licked her belly button, he slid a hand down to her cock and picked it, gently stroking it a few times, getting it harder than ever.
She loved his caresses very much, but she hadn't expected him to go much further than that, especially after his reaction to the idea of her getting another lover. So, when he kissed the tip of her cock, she wasn’t able to hold back the loud grunt of pleasure. With a wicked grin, he looked at her.
“I want you to know exactly how it feels to be a man, to feel what a man feels in every aspect of sex,” he explained, noticing the question in her eyes.
Breathless, she nodded and he went back to his task, kissing and licking the head of her cock. When his tongue swirled the small hole, she moaned once more and her body reacted at once, gushing out the first drops of her essence.
Passionately, he didn’t doubt and the tip of his tongue wiped out the drop, and he sucked the head of her cock for more, sending a surge of pleasure through her whole body, making her rock her hips and press her cock against his mouth.
With a devious grin, he opened his mouth wide and took her cock in it, sucking harder and taking it as deep as he could. The feeling was like nothing she had experienced before and now she knew why men loved it so much. He sucked her hard, sliding her in and out of his mouth until she felt she was about to explode.
“I’m too close…” she mumbled, as she tried to pull away from his lips, not sure he would enjoy having her come in his mouth.
But he didn’t allow her to move. Instead, he hastened his pace and took her hard cock even deeper into his mouth until he made her come, with violent shudders, deep inside his mouth. It felt so good, it took her a few moments to recover from him and utter a few words.
“That was amazing… the best…” she mumbled.
“I have to admit I enjoyed it too,” he confessed. “Not sucking cocks… I rather eat pussies, but yes, giving you that kind of pleasure.” He explained with a wide smile as he crawled over her body to nuzzle her neck and cuddle up against her.
“I have to admit it’s amazing,” Eileen replied, chuckling.
“So, have you ever been to Melbourne?” he asked her, with a wide smile on his face.
“No, never, this is my first time,” she replied.
“Would you like to go sightseeing? I’m sure you’ll love it here.”
“That sounds great, as soon as we take care of you first.”
He tilted his head to look at her, and she took the opportunity to roll over him and imprison him underneath her powerful body, pulling his hands over his head and pinning him to the mattress before she claimed a passionate kiss from his lips.
It was her turn to take him to paradise with only her mouth, making sure he got the pleasure a woman could find in a man’s lips. And he did, as his body squirmed and rocked underneath her sweet torture until he came hard, allowing her to take all of his sweet essences. After a quick bath, they had breakfast on the terrace, with the view to the pool.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked, curious.
He described a few places he wanted her to know and right after they finished, he jumped in the driver’s seat of a convertible Audi, driving away from the house.
The day was amazing and not only because of the places had he taken her but because it gave them a chance to know each other. She found out he was a very important man, in the construction world, that like her, he was an orphan too, with very little family.
Comparing their lives, she realized they would have never met if it hadn't been for the swap. They moved in very different worlds and yet she had never felt
so at home like she was with him, but she didn’t dare to say that.
She had no idea what he felt about her, but she was sure a man like him would never pay much attention to someone like her. She was sure his attraction for her laid on their strange circumstances. Once they were back to normal, he would bid her goodbye and she would never see him again.
The thought saddened her but she quickly pushed it to the back of her mind, determined to enjoy the experience as much as she could, because she had met her other half. She finally knew how it felt to love someone so deep life would lose its sense once he was out of it.
But she didn’t regret the experience. At least, she would have something to remember and she wouldn’t die without knowing the pleasure of being in her love’s arms. By the time they returned to the house, she was feeling a bit tired from the carousel of emotions she had been on the whole day, but the last thing she wanted was to sleep. She didn’t want to miss a thing of her time with him.
“Mr. Sullivan, your assistant called to remind you of the cocktail party you were invited to,” the housekeeper told her, the minute they walked in. “She said it was very important that you assisted.”
Eileen looked at Gideon.
“Damn… I had completely forgotten about that.” He slapped his forehead, mad with himself. “Thank you, Mrs. Johnson. I guess we won’t be having dinner at home tonight.” He dismissed the woman, not paying attention at the woman’s surprised expression.
“Remember, you’re stranger to her,” Eileen said, with a teasing tone.
“Right, I keep forgetting. So, it’s a good thing I bought that green dress. I’ll look fabulous in it,” he said, with a naughty grin.
“Are you sure this is a good idea? I don’t know anyone at that party,” she asked, a bit uncertain.
“But I do, and I’ll be there, glued to you the whole night, so you won’t have a problem,” he assured her as he guided her to the bathroom.
They showered together, with little time for caresses and plays, but still enjoying each others' company.
Eileen helped him to put on the dress and high heels, as well as doing his makeup and pulling his hair up in an elegant bun.
She had always been handy with those things, and she felt proud of her job, especially when she looked at him in the mirror. He looked stunning and she realized she had been wearing the wrong kind of clothes her whole life.
He had a bit of trouble adjusting to the heels but soon they were on their way to the party. He was a great help and told her all she needed to know about everyone in the room. His knowledge of the people told her he was a hell of an observant and a real people’s person. It was great being on his shoes and by the time they left the party she had a better idea of the man she had fallen in love with.
“You have a naughty smile on your face,” he said glancing at her as he took off his shoes and sent them flying across the limo.
“I was thinking about you and the way you move amongst all those people.”
He shrugged.
“They are just people. Some think they are the kings of the world, but for me, they’re just that: people, with flaws and qualities. I tend to focus on the qualities, but when the flaws are too overwhelming, I simply stop paying attention to them. I have no time to waste on people I don’t want anything with,” he explained.
“It makes sense,” she admitted and he chuckled.
“I’m a sensible man, didn’t you know that?” he teased her, picking her hand and kissing its palm.
“Now, I want to take you out for dinner. I don’t know you but those tiny canapes always leave me hungry.”
She chuckled and nodded.
“I feel the same way. What do you suggest?”
“There’s an Italian restaurant not far from here with the best pasta in the country. I’m sure you’ll love it.”
“Then pasta it is.”
With a wink, he picked the phone and ordered the driver to take them to the restaurant. Of course, he was right about the place. They ordered pasta marinara and a Caprese salad, all accompanied by an excellent white wine.
They had a really great time and when they returned to the house, she felt she had been with him her whole life. She would miss him terribly when it was time to leave, but she was determined not to think about that and live the moment. The house was silent, and he explained the housekeeper didn’t live there.
“I like to have the house for myself at night and on the weekends,” he explained, with a naughty grin, as he poured her a glass of white wine and closed the distance between them. “This way I have all the privacy I need to do whatever I want,” he added.
“Such as?”
He handed her a glass and raised his glass towards hers before he took the first sip.
“Oh, you know… things like laying you on the kitchen counter and make you mine before you could utter a word… taking you on the floor, over the fluffy carpet of the living room…” he said, with such a wicked grin she couldn’t resist playing his game.
She walked to the counter and ran her hand over it.
“This counter, you mean?” she asked, her eyes never leaving his as she finished her drink.
“Yes, right there,” he agreed.
She put her glass away and stretched her arm to get his. He took his last sip of it and handed the glass to her. With the glasses out of the way, she closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around him.
“Would you do it like this?” she moved him and made him bend over the kitchen counter, manhandling his round ass for a few moments before she pulled his dress up to give her free access to his slit.
“Yes…” there was so much passion on that single word, her cock jumped in its imprisonment.
“Would you slide your fingers down the woman’s slit, like this?” she as acted as described, pulling his tiny thong aside and slid a finger down his slit, finding him already dripping wet for her.
“Oh yes…” he cried out. The expression on his face was a poem that talked about passion and pleasure.
She leaned over him and kissed her earlobe a few times before nibbling it, while her fingers strolled around his pussy, avoiding his aching clit. “Would you also do this?” she asked, right before she pinched his engorged clit, ripping a heartfelt moan from his lips.
“Yes… yes…”
She released him for a second while she pulled her cock out of her pants before she rested its head on his entrance.
“Then, I’m sure you would also do this…” she whispered in his ear as she pushed herself deep inside him.
His moan mirrored her grunt and soon they were totally lost in their world of passion and pleasure, going faster and deeper with every thrust, creating the most beautiful melody with their moans and groans combined.
But the magic disappeared two days later. When Eileen woke up on that morning, she knew things were back to normal. Stretching her hand in front of her face confirmed it and she was barely able to muffle the cry of pain that came out of her lips.
Eileen knew it would end soon. She just wasn’t prepared for it yet. A couple of tears ran down the corner of her eyes and she wiped them furious with herself for crying. She had promised herself she would act cool as if this wasn’t breaking her heart into a million pieces and she would walk out of his life with a smile on her face. She didn’t want him to remember her with regret or resentment.
She turned in bed carefully, to watch him in his sleep and enjoy the warmness of his body next to hers, but unfortunately, it didn’t last much. He opened his gray eyes and stared at her for a few moments before he realized he was really looking at her and not at himself.
With a wide smile, he let out a loud shout of happiness and jumping out of the bed, he went straight to the bathroom to take a good look at his body. He came back a few seconds later and leaned on the doorway.
“Hey gorgeous, I’m back,” he said in a sultry tone.
She let out a loud laugh, despite her breaking heart. God,
he was so amazing, so hot, so perfect for her… she had no idea how she would live without him.
“How does it feel to be back?” she asked, in a low tone.
“Oh… it feels amazing. Especially, because now I have the control… now I’m the one taking you…” he said, as he walked towards the bed.
Before she could move or say anything else, he was on top of her, seducing her with his kisses and his caresses, knowing exactly what to do and when to do it to take them both to paradise, where only pleasure and bliss mattered.
When the waves subsided, he left the bed and went to take a shower, while she lingered in bed for a little while longer, unwilling to face reality. It was time to go back home.
“I need to go to the office today and check on things. I don’t remember last time I was away for so long,” he said as he came out, quickly getting dressed.