S is for SEX

by Scott Hildreth

  As I started to reach down and pull her up, she lifted her head from my lap and looked up into my eyes.

  “Hold my hair, Erik. Hold it back in your hand, please.”

  Placing my hand lightly under her chin, I raised her face to meet mine and kissed her passionately. Our lips pressed firmly into each other’s, my hand slid to the back of her neck at the base of her skull. Massaging her neck with my hand, we continued to kiss. As we parted, I positioned her face beside mine, and whispered into her ear.

  “I will hold your hair from behind you, Kelli. Get on top of me and fuck me. Fuck me now, do you understand me?”

  She didn’t say a word. Moving across the seat toward me, she slid up onto my lap. Then, she stood in the aisle in front of me with her legs bent and lifted her dress above her waist. The muscles in her legs were well defined by the shadows cast in the theatre. Slowly, with her dress held above the waist, she lowered herself onto my lap. As she lifted her weight from my lap, she grabbed my full erection and began to lower herself onto me. As I felt her wetness surround me, she moaned. Placing her hands on the seat in front of her, she began to raise and lower herself onto me completely, her muscular butt hitting against my hips and thighs as she took my entire length inside of her wet pussy. She was extremely tight and wet, and the feeling of her contracting indicated that she was going to come to an orgasm quickly. As she moved slowly and steadily, she turned to me and smiled.

  “Grab my hair…and don’t….hold it….pull…it. Pull it. Pull my hair, Erik,” she said as she gasped for breath.

  She shook her head side-to-side and tilted it back, allowing her hair to fall onto my chest. I grasped her hair in my hand and got a firm grip. As she continued to slide up and down slowly, she began to moan a little louder. I looked around the theatre, confirming that people were focused on the screen. Her breathing began to become shorter, and I could feel that she was contracting around the circumference of my swollen shaft. I pulled her hair toward me, forcing her to arch her back and lean into me. As she did, I positioned my mouth to her right ear.

  “Stay there, Kelli. Lean back. Lean back and fuck me. Keep fucking me. Cum all over my cock, Kelli. Cum all over me. Now, fuck me like a good little girl. Fuck me, Kelli…..Fuck me, Kelli…….Fuck…..me….Kelli.”

  She continued to bounce up and down steadily, her butt slapping against my thighs, taking every inch of me inside of her. I pressed my hand on her lower abdomen as she began to climax.

  “Oh, my God. I……am….going…to…cum. Oh….I…Erik…I am….” She got louder with each word spoken.

  I slid my hand to her mouth, covered it, muffling her voice, and whispered into her ear, “Shhhhh, cum for me, Kelli, keep cumming.”

  Her pace slowed as she reached full climax. She lowered herself onto my lap, my erection still inside of her. She leaned back, twisted at the waist, and grabbed my face in both of her hands.

  “Your cock feels amazing, just saying…”

  She kissed me lightly, lifted herself from my lap, and slid to the seat beside me. As she did, I noticed that there were two younger males in the seat two aisles directly in front of her. I had not noticed them before. One of the two was turned in our direction, looking at us, and not watching the movie. As she moved and exposed me, he turned to his friend and spoke. The friend turned and looked our direction, and then they both turned to the screen.

  “I didn’t realize there were two kids in front of you,” I said, apologetically.

  “I didn’t either until it was too late. When they started watching, it was too late to stop,” she said, smiling.

  “Watching?” I asked.

  “Yes, they were watching the entire time. It was hot.” She began repositioning her dress.

  I pulled my pants up, smiling. I zipped and buttoned them, then quietly buckled my belt. As I lifted my hands from my belt, Kelli looked at me, surprised. She leaned toward me and with a puzzled look on her face, whispered, “What are you doing? I’m not done. Not even close.”

  She reached down, grabbed my belt, and unbuckled it. Taking both hands, she unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. As she looked into my eyes, she reached down and pulled my still somewhat erect shaft from my pants. Lowered herself into the seat, she turned and looked at me.

  “Hold my hair this time Erik,” she said. Then she turned and swallowed my complete erection.

  As her head bobbed up and down, I gathered her hair in my hands. Getting ahold of it, and attempting to collect it in my hand, I lost mental control of what was going on for a moment. That loss of control combined with her capacity to perform orally proved to be more than I was prepared for.

  As I began to cum, she forced herself onto me fully. As I climaxed, my feet pressed hard against the floor. Naturally, my legs rose as I balanced on my toes. Raising my thighs forced me deeper into her mouth, and as I did, she forced herself further into my lap, and growled. The feeling of her lips quivering on my sensitive shaft as I climaxed was a new experience for me. Interestingly, it was as pleasurable as the oral performance. After my final ejaculation, my muscles became loose, and I collapsed into the seat.

  She continued to lick the tip and suck on the shaft until she was convinced it was free of any cum. After she was satisfied that she had completed her task, she sat up and smiled. Without a spoken word, she placed my now flaccid member into my jeans, zipped them and buttoned them. After buckling my belt, she leaned back into her seat.

  “Satisfying you satisfies me,” she said.

  “You’re a good girl, Kelli. You make me happy. I’m proud of you. Of who you are,” I responded.

  “You can’t say that enough. I love hearing it. I just love it.” Her eyes sparkled in the dim lighting of the theatre as she spoke.

  “I’ve never came so hard in my life. Your cock is huge. It felt so good,” she whispered.

  “Mostly from the excitement of being in the theatre, I suppose,” I responded.

  “No, it’s weird, there’s something about you. It’s well, weird. With you, I actually… well…I feel. I feel an odd connection. Don’t freak out and run. I’m not falling in love. It’s just. Well, it’s just that sexually, you fit me. You fill a void I have had my entire life. You make me actually feel when you fuck me. Everything about you.” She took a drink of her water and continued.

  “When we were fucking, I felt full. Not just full of your cock, I felt full. Full emotionally. Safe, protected, I wasn’t worried. I never felt that way before. I have felt that way since we talked at the coffee shop and you told me to go to the bathroom. I like it. It’s different. It’s different and it’s a great kind of difference. Don’t ever stop fucking me, Erik. Ever.”

  I looked into her eyes and started to speak. As I did, a lump rose in my throat. I tried to speak, but words wouldn’t come out. My mouth open, and incapable of speech, I reached for my bottle of water. Hoping the water would bring comfort; I raised the bottle and took a long drink.

  “Nothing, you have nothing to say?” she asked.

  I lowered the bottle back into the arm rest, and responded, “Kelli, you’re making me happy, extremely happy.”

  “Don’t ever stop, Erik…”

  “Fucking me,” she continued.

  I’m going to have to. I’m afraid I’m going to have to…

  ERIK. It was cool for the middle of the month. Typically, in July, the weather would be in excess of one hundred degrees. It was eighty degrees and ten-thirty in the morning, but the forecast called for a high of eighty-five degrees. It had been a fabulous summer for riding motorcycles. We had received more rain than normal, and the lakes and rivers were full of water for once after about ten consecutive years of some form of a drought. The rain that we had received was mostly at night and had not hindered riding, as most days had been sunny after the previous night’s rain.

  She smiled as she stepped over the small stone wall into the patio area. As soon as I saw her approach, I stood. Walking her direction, I opened my arms to welcome her.
Greetings and departures for me always included a hug. Male or female companions received the same thing from me. If someone wouldn’t hug me, I was never comfortable that they were genuine.

  “How’s my Baby Girl?” I asked as we embraced.

  “I love it when you call me that,” she responded.

  “I know you do, Kelli. I know you do.”

  “I’m great, now,” she said, stepping back and scrutinizing my attire.

  “You dress so simple, but you always look so good,” she said, chuckling as she said the word ‘good’.

  “Thank you, Kelli. I appreciate the compliments.”

  As always, I had worn a dark tee shirt and dark jeans. The tee shirt fit tight to my body, but was not a tight tee shirt. One of my pet peeves was to see a guy that wore what we always had jokingly called a shmedium shirt, a cross between a small and a medium. Clearly, most who wore a shmedium shirt needed a large. My shirts fit tight because of my body structure and not because I bought them smaller than what I wore.

  “I love the way you smell. You always smell the same. The other day at work, a guy walked past me, and he was wearing that cologne, Yves Saint Laurent. The L’Homme. I actually got mad, because he smelled like you. I didn’t change how I felt when I smelled it.”

  “How was that, Kelli?”

  “You know,” she responded.

  “No, I want you to tell me. Tell me, Kelli.”

  “Oh, God. Well, I…I started thinking of you. Just, I suppose, in general. But my thoughts about you are always thoughts that end up in the gutter,” she said, smiling.

  She was wearing shorts, a tee shirt, and Chucks. Girls in canvas sneakers, especially Converse Chucks made me weak. I always found the canvas sneakers to be a tremendous turn-on; probably to the same degree that most men perceived girls in high heels. Chucks, to me, were the same as an eight inch come fuck me pump. As I admired her outfit, I realized we were still standing by the wall.

  “Let’s sit, Kelli. I have already ordered for us both,” I said as I took a step in the direction of the table.

  I walked toward the table to sit down and pulled out a chair for her. I walked to the other side of the table and sat, crossing my legs. As we began to talk, I watched her mouth move, her lips form words, and her hands move as she spoke - making gestures to compliment the verbal communication she offered.

  “I love listening to you speak, Kelli. The silence between your words annoys me. I prefer that you speak constantly and never stop. Something about hearing you talk comforts me or turns me on. Or both.”

  “I’m glad you like to hear me talk. It makes me feel good that you say that, whether or not you mean it,” she responded.

  “Kelli, let me tell you something. If I say something to you, I mean it. Always. I have no reason to tell you something that isn’t true. Do you understand me?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she said, looking down at her feet as she responded.

  “Come here, Kelli,” I said in a sharp tone, pointing to the area beside my chair.

  She promptly stood from the chair, and walked to where I had pointed. Standing on my right side, and looking at me with disappointment, she tried to speak. When she opened her mouth, words didn’t immediately form. She coughed and began to try to speak again.

  “I’m sorry,” she offered, looking down at me as I sat in my chair.

  “Bend down here, Kelli,” I said in a soft yet demanding tone.

  As she bent at the waist, lowering her head to my level, I turned toward her. I reached up, placing my right hand on the back of her neck, and slid it to her hair line. Grasping her neck slightly, I pulled her head close to my mouth and turned it to my left, exposing her left side to my face. With my left hand, I reached across her face and moved her hair over the top of her ear. I began to speak into her ear, breathing in an exaggerated form, forcing my breath into her ear as I spoke.

  “Kelli, who owns you?” I asked.

  “You do, Erik. You do, sir,” she responded, exhausting herself of breath as she spoke.

  “That’s right, I do. Now, Kelli, what are you going to do when I ask you to do something?” I asked, my lips lightly touching her ear as I spoke. I reached around her with my left hand and placed my hand on her upper thigh, directly under her shorts. I cupped her thigh with my left hand, squeezing lightly.

  “Do it,” she said as her knees bent.

  “You certainly will, Kelli. You certainly will,” I whispered into her ear.

  She straightened her legs, locking her knees, but remained bent over. I slid my left hand under her shorts, and between her legs. She was well beyond wet. With my index finger, I began to slide up and down the length of her wetness. She began to moan lightly as my finger slid up and down, lightly touching her wet lips.

  “Kelli,” I whispered into her ear as she moaned, “slowly rotate to your left, and place your hands on the table. Both palms, flat on the table, and do not move. Do you understand?”

  “Uh huh,” she nodded her head as she spoke.

  I removed my right hand from her neck, and kept my left hand in her shorts. She began to rotate to the right, and quickly realized - as my hand slid away - that she was going the wrong direction.

  “The other left, Kelli,” I said quietly.

  She nodded, as if in a trance, and turned the other direction. As she rotated, I pressed a little more with the palm of my hand against the gap between her thighs. As she began to place her hands on the table, I pressed my palm hard against her, keeping my index finger on the outside of her wet lips.

  “Bend, Kelli, bend the fuck over. Put your fucking hands down on the table, and bend over. Do not move, just bend over,” I directed.

  As her body bent at the waist, her knees went from bent to locked, and back to bent. Over and over. Like a child in a rocking chair, she continued to bend her knees, rocking her muscular butt up and down. I shoved my index finger inside of her up to the web of the finger. As if I were pointing my finger, I slid in and out of her wet pussy, purposely causing my lower knuckles to bump against her clit as I slid into her deeply. In a barely audible voice, I counted out loud, as I slid my finger in and out.

  Reaching to the middle of her back, I collected her hair in my hand. I grasped it firmly, and slowly pulled it tight. Gradually applying additional pressure, I stopped as her back began to arch. She had a faultless body. In this position, she defined perfection. Her perfectly rounded ass was pointing upward, as her knees were bent significantly. Her lower back was arched, and her upper back was raised, her palms flat on the table, her arms locked at the elbows. With my right elbow in the center of her lower back, and her hair in my hand, I pressed with my elbow against her lower back and pulled her hair to the left. As her head turned slightly to the left, I straightened my posture to speak into her ear.

  “Kelli, I am going to count to twelve. Each time I count, I am going to slide my finger deep inside of you, and then pull it out. And when I slide it in, I am going to bang my knuckles against your little swollen clit. Do you hear me?” I asked, scanning the patio to confirm that we were still alone.

  “Uh,” she squeaked in an almost inaudible tone.

  “I will take that as a yes. You will, Kelli, cum on the twelfth stroke, do you understand me?” I asked in a low demanding tone.

  “I, uh, I…don’t know if I…ok. Ok, Twelve. Oh God. Ok,” she said in short quick breaths.

  Immediately, I slid my finger inside of her as deeply as I could, making certain that my lower knuckles bumped against her clit. As soon as my knuckle touched her clit, I pulled her hair taut. I slowly slid it out completely, clearing her lips with the tip of my finger.

  “One,” I whispered sharply into her ear.

  Repeating the process, I began to tease her.

  “All the way in…all the way out. Two.”

  “All the way in, oh my God, Kelli, you’re so wet. You feel that?”

  “Yes. Yes…” She pressed her ass toward me, pushing her clit harder against my knu
ckles.

  “All the way out. Three,” I said as the tip of my finger cleared her wet lips.

  “In. Out. Four. In, and out. Five. In, and out. Six. Halfway there, Baby Girl. We’re half way there,” I said, pressing my elbow against her back, pulling her hair slightly tighter.

  “In…who owns you, Baby Girl?” I asked, pressing my finger inside of her, and holding it there.

  “Who? Who owns you?” I repeated, whispering in her ear.

  “You, sir. Oh God, you do,” she answered, getting louder as she answered.

  “That’s right, you…are…mine. Seven,” I said as I slid my finger out.

  As I pressed my finger inside of her again, I released her hair and slid my hand to her neck, cupping my palm around her clavicle, and began squeezing her lower neck with my thumb and fingers. As I slid my finger out, I squeezed her neck a little more.

  “Eight, Kelli. I want you to cum. Cum now.”

  “Oh God. Oh God, Erik. Ok,” she said in short choppy breaths.

  As I squeezed her neck steadily, I began to quickly slide my finger in and out, as fast as I could. She was wet enough that her inner thighs were covered in her wetness. My finger slid in and out with ease.

  “Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Cum, Kelli, cum for me. Fourteen. Cum. Fifteen. Cum, you sexy little bitch, cum. Sixteen. Cum. For. Me,”

  She began to contract and her knees locked. As they did, I began to slide my finger in and out as quickly as I could, being careful not to allow it to slide all the way out. As she began to moan, I buried my finger deeply into her, and pressed my knuckles into her clit. Rotating my hand back and forth, massaging her clit, her body shuddered.

  “Oh fuck, Erik. Oh. My. Fuck. Fuuuuuuck,” she said loudly as she pulled herself away from my hand.

  “What the fuck are you doing to me?” she asked, turning to face me.

  Grasping the inner portion of her shorts, she tried to reposition them, as if she felt exposed. Her entire body shook in an exaggerated fashion, and she bent her knees.