by Black, J. C.
“I didn’t know we were dating Chris.” I could see a glimmer of hope in her eyes as she smiled in anticipation of my answer. Damn, that didn’t come out right, talk about opening your mouth and sticking your foot in it. I liked Amy, probably more than I was willing to admit but I wasn’t ready to get into any kind of a relationship. What the hell am I thinking, she just got finished telling me that she was married. I stood there stunned by her statement and decided that it would be best to change the subject.
“Alright Amy, I think this conversation it getting way off the original subject. If I am not mistaken the question was would you like to have breakfast with me.”
“Of course I want to have breakfast with you Chris, I’ve never been on a breakfast date before.” She smirked as if she had finely got her way.
“Ok, now that we have that settled do you want to take your own car or ride with me in mine?”
“I suppose that depends on where you want to have breakfast Chris.”
“Oh, it not far from here, there is a place on Margret Street that I like to go to, they serve a great breakfast and the service is good too.”
“Why don’t I take my own car Chris, that way I will have a little more time to spend with you?” It didn’t take us long to get to the restaurant, it was only a few blocks away and in spite of Amy’s driving, we arrived in one piece. We had so much fun that morning, talking over breakfast that we decided to make it part of our daily routine. In the weeks to come Amy and I became closer friends and would talk about whatever was own our mind that day. Sometimes our discussion would be about our previous workday, or our dreams and aspirations, no matter what the topic was, we could spend hours communicating with one another. But what surprised me was that she never mentions anything personal about herself, she seemed to want to keep her personal life out of our conversations. Except for the mention of her and her husband being separated I knew very little about this woman that I had become so fond of, hell I didn’t even know where she lived before she moved to Key West. One time I asked her where her family lived and she changed the subject so fast that I almost fell off my chair. After that day I never brought up her family again.
One morning after our run, she asked me if I would mind giving her a ride home because her car wouldn’t start. I said of course I would and asked her where did she live, because up until this point we had never discussed where either one of us lived. Hell, I didn’t even have her phone number. As we drove through town, I looked over at her and she had put her feet up on the dashboard of my car and started rubbing some kind of cream on the muscles of her legs all the way up to her inner thighs. I couldn’t help watching her slowly rubbing her inner thighs and just as I slip off into my own little fantasy of her rubbing hot oil all over her naked body. An angry woman in the car behind me started blasting her horn and yelling at me to move my car. Evidently, the light had turned green and I was so absorbed in my own little daydream about Amy, that I wasn’t paying attention to the traffic light changing. Amy looked up at me and caught me starring at her legs and giggled. There goes that sweet smile again, damn she is pretty. How did I get so lucky to end up with such a beautiful woman?
“A penny for your thoughts big boy.” Well she caught me off guard and my face turned beet red from embarrassment.
“Just admiring the view.” I smirked in her direction.
“Chris don’t you think that you should keep your eyes on the road instead of the soft skin of my thighs?” As she spoke she caressed her inner thigh with her fingers and deliberately teasing me by seductively licking her luscious red lips with her tongue.
“After all there is plenty of time for that later on Chris that is if you think you can handle me.” She said with a very low seductive voice.
Handle her! Hell that is the only thing that I have been thinking of since the day that I met you, I dream every night of you lying naked on my bed and begging me to make love to you. I have not had a good night’s sleep since I met you. I go to bed thinking about touching you and wake up wanting you. This is the first time Amy had ever made a real pass at me. So, when I pulled up to her house to let her off and say goodbye. I was a little surprised when she looked at me with her big brown eyes and asked me if I would like to come in for a glass of cold lemonade. Of course I was thirsty as hell and I loved lemonade so I turned off my car and said sure I would love something cold to drink, and then followed her into the house. Amy lived in one of the older sections of Key West, just a few blocks from the graveyard. I knew the area well from my younger years, when my uncle would take me for a ride in his patrol car. He would always drive by the graveyard and tell me stories about some of the older graves and how the town’s people would talk about the graveyard being haunted. He also told me about the Calusa Indian tribe and how they were slaughtered on the beaches of Key West. And if you look real hard you could still find bone fragments in the sand.
Her house was a small conch house, built in the mid thirty’s. The house looked pretty good for its age, with the big wooden framed windows and a porch that wrapped around the front of the house. When she opened the door I could see that her home was well maintained, the house was immaculate even the hardwood floors were nice and polished throughout the house. She had an antique black piano off to one corner of her living room and a large screen T.V. in the other corner, there was plenty of seating among the plush leather couches and the overstuffed easy chair. Over all, her house was very comfortable in a modest sort of way.
“Chris the lemonade is in the refrigerator in the kitchen, help yourself, you will find glasses in the cabinet next to the sink and if you don’t mind, would you pour me a glass to? I want to take a quick shower so I can get ready for work. So why don’t you make yourself comfortable and I will be out in a few minutes.” She gave me a warm smile as she walked into the bedroom.
I helped myself to a tall glass of lemonade and left Amy’s glass on the counter. Then I sat down on the couch. I couldn’t help but think about Amy in the shower, slowly washing her beautiful breast and the soapy water running down her flat stomach, gathering at that triangle of black curly hair between her legs. Damn she was beautiful, probably the sexiest woman I have ever met. Then again without warning for the second time today, Amy startled me from my short erotic fantasy about her.
“Chris, could you get me my glass of lemonade?” Startled by her voice I turned toward the bedroom door and dropped my glass of lemonade. I stood there totally mystified as it spilled all over her glass-end table.
My daydream of her taking a shower must have lasted longer than I thought. Because there she was standing in front of me with a towel barely covering her gorgeous naked body. I swear that this seemed like one of those stories that you read about in playboy. Here I am sitting in front of a beautiful women and the only thing between her soft naked skin and me is a small blue terrycloth towel. Which barley covered her breast as it draped down the front of her just enough to cover that secret triangle of love. I managed to get up from the couch and stumbled closer to her, trying to keep my eyes from looking down at her perfectly rounded hips that peeked out of each side of the towel. I made my way to the kitchen counter to retrieve her glass, watching her, watch me. God I wish she would drop the towel. I reached out and handed her the tall glass of lemonade and after taking a long sip, she seductively licked her full red lips with her tongue. Then she touched me with her hand and ran her fingers along my chest, gently tugging at the hair. I froze like a statue as she caressed my body, and could feel myself getting excited by this woman’s aggression.
“Why don’t you take a shower Chris and get all this sweat off your body.” She whispered in my ear, and then planted a small kiss on my lips
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I looked at her big dark brown eyes and told her I didn’t have any clean clothes with me. She slowly let her index finger trace a line in my skin, from my chest down to my waist and pulled me by my shorts close to her body. I could feel her breast pressing against my chest and I s
tarted feeling weak in the knees. She reached up with her other hand and grabbed me by my hair and kissed me again with her tongue dancing seductively in my mouth. All I could think of was the only thing holding up the towel between her naked body and mine was our bodies being pressed together while she kissed me. As our lips parted, yet still so close, I could feel her hot breath on my lips she spoke to me in a very sultry voice.
“I don’t think you will need any clothes Chris, not for what I have in mind. So why don’t you go take a shower like a good boy.” Playfully smacking me on the ass.
I didn’t know what Amy was planning to do to me, but I certainly wanted to find out. As I turn towards the bathroom and went for my shower, I couldn’t help thinking about this stunning woman. She wasn’t that much older than I was, but I am sure she had a lot more experience in making love than I did. But I wasn’t sure if she was being serious or was she just flirting with me again. The shower is nice and spacious. She had an array of bathing products line up on a sunken shelf. I picked one of them up and it had her sweet smell, which only excited me more. I washed my whole body and found the shampoo. I wasn’t in the shower more than a few minutes, before once again I was startled by her presence on the other side of the shower curtain. As she opened the curtain just enough to hand me a warm towel, I could feel her eyes staring at me, watching me, slowing checking out my wet naked body, I couldn’t help wondering what she was thinking as she ravished my body with her eyes. The powder blue towel was very warm and felt good against my skin; she must have heated the towel in the dryer for me. Wow I could get use to this kind of treatment.
“Chris if you hurry up and get out of the shower I will give you a massage before I go to work. I am sure that your muscles are sore from this morning’s run.”
Ok now I am confused as hell, was she only talking about giving me a massage earlier when she said that I wouldn’t need my clothes for what she had in mind? I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to know what she had in store for me in her bedroom. So I dried off, wrapped the towel around my waist, I found some mouthwash on the counter and quickly used it, then headed towards the bedroom. As I entered the bedroom door she stood in front of me like a goddess, wearing a short white silk robe clinging to the slender curves of her body. She patted on the bed next to her and told me in a soft seductive voice to loosen my towel and lay face down on her bed. I did what she said and I felt her straddle her knee’s on either side of my hips and rest her bottom on mine. I could barely handle the fact that her naked skin was touching mine. I trembled at the thought of her touching me with her hands. I haven’t had much sexual experience, only making out with two other young girls. This is my first time with a mature woman with her own agenda. But I have read a lot about lovemaking and there were several things I defiantly wanted to try. Especially with a woman like Amy.
“Chris relax I am not going to hurt you I do this for a living.” I guess I’m still tense.
“Ok, I’m all yours.” I tried to relax as I laid down on the bed.
She rubbed some heated oil onto her hands and started to massage my shoulders and arms. I could feel the heat of her hands as she rubbed her way down my back to the edge of my towel. She rubbed the backs of my legs, and slowly worked her way up until she was massaging the muscles of my butt. It felt so good to have her hands all over me, I have never had a woman touch me like this. Then after a long time of massaging my backside, she told me to turn over as she repositioned herself at the foot of the bed and she started rubbing my feet. She worked her way up from my ankles and started massaging the front of my legs, paying particular attention to each of my muscle’s as she gently worked her way pass my knees and up to my thighs. She made her way to my chest, making sure I was covered in hot oil from head to toe. She played with the hair on my chest, drawing little circles in the hair.
“Damn you have a stunning body Chris.” I could hear her breathing accelerate and I anticipated her every move.
“I’ve given a lot of men massages at work Chris and I have never seen such a fine physique on a man.”
I still wasn’t sure of her intentions until her hot oiled hands slipped under my towel and gently started stroking my penis. With my erection firmly in her hands she spoke to me seductively.
“Chris I have a confession to make, I have a very strong sexual appetite and sometimes I can’t control myself, if I want to have sex with a man, then it has to be right then and there, it doesn’t matter where I am at. You might say that I am a bit obsessed with my sexual needs and right now, I want you.” She stared deep into my eyes as if she was looking for my approval. I couldn’t help wondering to myself how I could say no to a woman that has my manhood in the palm of her hands.
“Are you ok with that Chris, because if you are we can have a lot of fun together?” Of course I am ok with that, are you kidding, I’m about to explode in your hand right now I thought to myself.
“Amy I would love to make love with you.”
“Chris, what I plan on doing to you has nothing to do with making love, I need a man right now, and you are it.”
Amy opened the front of my towel as she positioned herself on top of me. She started kissing her way up from my stomach to my chest, playfully biting me as she worked her way up to my mouth. Kissing me very passionately, I reached up to caress her fine-looking breast gently pulling at her nipples. She lets out a small moan. Her skin is so soft and with the hot oil, her warm body is gliding against mine. I looked at her beautiful breast in front of me and gently bite down on her nipples, first one and then the other, she moaned again as I sucked her swelling nipples into my mouth. As I took them into my hot palms, gently caressing her firm breast with my hands, she leaned forward smothering my face with her firm breast, I pulled them together, kissing each one of breast and gently pinching her hard nipples again as she moaned with delight. She reaches down between her legs, takes my penis in her hand and guided me inside her. I groaned as I entered the warmth of this woman for the first time. God she is so tight, I can feel her muscles working me. She gets up on her feet squatting over me with her hands on my chest while moving her hips back and forth slowly at first. Then she raises her hips up and down. Wow… she has strong legs. I grab her hips and she started riding me harder with each thrust, she dug her fingernails deeper into to my chest. I groaned from the pain she inflicted on me. The pain excited me more than I could ever imagine. Still up on her feet, I could feel her sliding herself down the full length of my erection until it-hit bottom, and then she started all over again.
“Oh god.” She screamed as she road me like a wildcat in heat. I didn’t want to disappoint my sexy nympho so I grabbed her by her hips and drove myself deep inside her repeatedly until she was screaming for me to stop. I reach up and grab one breast squeezing her nipple hard. With the other hand, I reached between us and started to massage her clitoris. Circling around and around while applying a little pressure. She holds my shoulders even tighter.
“Oh... Yes.” she cries.
“Oh Amy you are so wet.” The anticipation of a climax is building for the both of us as we move our hips in sync. Each time hitting skin to skin with every driving force.
“Stop Chris! Please stop” she yelps with passion. What the hell is she talking about, there is no way in hell I am going to stop fucking her now. Applying a little more pressure to her clitoris made her body tremble with anticipation. She moaned a few more times, as I plunged myself up inside her hot wet pussy. It wasn’t long before I felt myself swelling deep inside her as she began to climax and then so did I. She didn’t stop until she fell on me panting of lust from our lovemaking. She collapsed there on top of me, naked, drenched with sweat and still trembling from the explosion of her orgasm. She laid there with me still inside of her, for what seemed like eternity, I could feel her breathing, smell the intoxicating aroma of her perfume and then without warning she kisses me and rolls off to one side. She stretches out along side of me with her head on my chest trying to catch her
breath. After a few minutes, I ease out of her arms, go to the bathroom, and bring Amy a hot wet clothe to wipe herself. We laid there cuddled for a while, and we both dosed off.
Chapter 2
I must have fallen asleep, because when I woke up Amy had gone to work, so I looked around the room until I found my clothes and got dressed. As I was getting ready to leave the house, I found a note tapped up on the inside of the bedroom door telling me she had a great time and she would see me in the morning at the beach, she also gave me her phone number. I will be sure to add it to my phone later. I looked at the clock next to the bed and it was twelve o’clock. I must have been sleeping for hours. I washed up and got dressed as fast as I could.
Damn I am late; I had promised my dad that I would weld a rudder on a shrimp boat that was scheduled to be put back in the water on Thursday. I only had a few hours of work left, but I would have to work hard if I wanted to be done in time to keep my word to Tony. I had promised my brother that we would go fishing tonight. I finished welding the rudder around four o’clock just in time for the paint crew to clean the rudder and put a coat of primer on it so they could paint it in the morning. I went down to my boat to get everything ready for our fishing trip tonight. Luckily, I had filled the boat up with fuel the day before yesterday.
Around five o’clock Tony showed up at the boatyard, the sun was setting as we started our twenty mile journey to Sand Key. I loved to be on the ocean at sunset watching the sun disappear over the horizon, the water was beautiful that day, clear as glass, with just a slight swell to the waves that lapped against the side of our boat as we headed southwest to Sand Key. I loved being out in the ocean and spent as much time out there as possible, it didn’t matter what time of the year it was, if I got a chance to go fishing, that is where you would find me. You could almost say that I learned how to drive a boat before I could ride a bike, of course I didn’t have much use for a bicycle. But when I was a young teenager, a boat could take me places that I have never been before. Sometimes I would fantasize that I was a pirate searching the waters for a lonely cargo ship. Other times I would be part of a naval invasion and there were times that I would be an explorer and I would explore the uncharted islands of the Caribbean. Whatever my latest adventure would be, I could always count on my brothers, Tony and Frank to play along. As I was steering the boat I started thinking about how fast I had built that rudder and how good of a welder I had become. I have been working at the boatyard every summer since I was eleven years old and I learned just about everything you could want to know about fixing shrimp boats. Hell when I was fourteen I built the transom on a sixty-five foot trawler all by myself. I could caulk the bottom of a boat, and pull the propeller and shaft out of a boat while it was still in the water. But my passion was welding and mechanics so when I was eighteen I went to Hobart welding school to become a certified welder. My dad agreed to pay for my testing because he had a Coast Guard cutter coming in for repairs the next summer. I sure loved working at the boatyard but it took its toll on me, trying to juggle high school and football, hell sometimes I would work all night to get a job done and still go to school in the morning. Luckily, my father put my education before the work I had at the boatyard, but he did not think much of my love for football, nor did he understand my desire to go to law school. Tony startled me out of my trance by calling my name.