I held Steve’s eyes, and I caught a glimpse of something. Surprise? Arousal? Trepidation? Desire?
Slowly I sidled forward, my breasts blocking my view of his eyes, and then my body poised over his entire face. I was kneeling tall, keeping my pussy away from his reach, not touching him anywhere except where my thighs straddled his face.
I held myself there, my heart pounding, aroused beyond belief even though he was not touching any sensitive part of me. I felt at that moment I could do anything I wanted. Anything.
Steve’s hands came up, reaching for my breasts, and I let him do that, I gave him that permission, bending over slightly so he could reach me. But I kept my pussy from his mouth, even as he raised his head toward me. I felt his tongue strain to reach me, and I lifted myself a little, just out of reach.
I’d never felt so powerful in all my life.
Steve’s hands grew insistent on my breasts, and I couldn’t believe how turned on I was, for a second wondering if I could come just by him fondling my nipples, I was that aroused. Finally I could take it no more, and without warning I dropped down on his face, grinding into him, not knowing what was coming over me. I thought Steve would turn his head, but instead he buried his tongue inside me, pulling me down harder, his hands sliding to my hips. I thought I was smothering him but he wrapped his arms around my belly, losing himself in me. I was dripping, I could feel it, Steve had to be swallowing it.
I dropped down onto his chest, to give him some air, but also because I wanted his cock in my mouth again. I licked circles on his stomach, my tongue catching the tip of his glans with each pass, his cock jumping each time I touched it. With my teeth I nibbled at him, something I’d never done, and with the first bite I felt Steve freeze beneath me, maybe in shock, or in fear. I let go with my lips, and ground down on his face, and in response his hips thrust forward, wanting me, wanting my teeth back on him. I gave it to him, but not because he wanted it, but because it’s what I wanted to do. I nibbled harder, and each time I drove my hips into Steve’s face, almost losing control myself. I wasn’t drunk on the booze, but I was on the power.
I’d never felt like this with any man, especially Mike. So vulnerable, my most private part on someone’s mouth, yet feeling so strong, so—on top, and not just physically.
For only the second time in my life I was giving a blowjob on the first date, but I didn’t feel hesitant. I felt liberated. And even though I was pretty sure there might never be a second time with this man, I didn’t feel cheap or slutty.
Maybe this is what men felt on one night stands.
I’d never be like that, but just knowing I could turned me on almost as much as Steve’s tongue.
But the tongue felt pretty good too.
My first time touching Steve, and yet I knew exactly when he was going to come. His tongue swept my clit harder and faster, his arms tightened around my thighs. Maybe he moaned, I couldn’t hear him, because I was pressed against him so hard. Maybe I felt the resonance of his moan through his cock.
I slowed down my hands and mouth. He was large enough so that I could hold him deep in my mouth and still wrap my entire hand around the lower part of his shaft. I kept my hand there, but stopped stroking. I knew I could have timed it just right, so that we’d come together, but tonight I was feeling selfish, it was all about me, I deserved this.
I slowly pulled my lips off of him, replacing my mouth with my other hand, squeezing gently, shifting my hips back so that I was fully atop Steve. I let go my muscles, no longer holding myself up, settling back down, not relaxing, but just—letting go.
I closed my eyes, totally relaxed and yet so aroused at the same time, and came. Steve’s tongue was crushed against my clit, I was pressing down so hard he couldn’t move it, or he knew he shouldn’t, and I shuddered, my spasms so strong they rocked me back and forth on his tongue, so much so that I couldn’t take it any more, and mercifully he slipped his tongue inside my pussy, that small movement allowing me to drop just a little more on top of him, my juices flowing, gushing.
Now I heard him moan, and I lowered my face to him again, stroking him, staring at his big cock so close to me. I could have just given him a handjob, but I felt good, and he hadn’t demanded anything. This was my decision, my gift. I took his cock in my mouth and jerked him once and he exploded, he was that turned on, turned on by me cumming in his face. A warm flush ran through me as his hot come shot into my mouth, his cock so deep that the first spasm went right down my throat, and I swallowed everything, excited by his thrill.
I rolled off him, feeling just a little guilty now, wondering if I had suffocated him, wondering if he thought me some kind of kink. His breathing was heavy, like he had just run a race.
“Wow,” he said. “That was amazing.”
I lay back on the bed next to him, not cuddling, just in my own little space, just our arms touching. “Which part?”
“All of it.”
“I think so too.”
“Are you always so—into it?”
I considered. “Not quite that way.” I put my hand on his chest. His heart was still beating hard, just as mine was. “I hope it wasn’t too much.”
“Hell no. I’ve never quite been in that position before. Not for so long.” Steve hesitated. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to talk about—.”
I laughed. “Your conquests?”
“You know what I mean.”
“I’m just giving you a hard time. I’ve never been in that position before either.”
“What now?” he asked.
I knew he didn’t mean What does this mean for us? A question I would normally be asking myself, after my first sex with a new man. He just meant, right then, at that minute. “Let’s just lie here for a bit.”
“I have to warn you, I’m spent. I may actually fall asleep.”
“That’s okay.”
We stayed like that, both on our backs, my hand lightly on Steve’s chest, the sound of the party drifting up, a sound that I had totally blocked out before. The room grew dark, we hadn’t turned on a light. Steve’s breathing told me he was asleep.
I was wide awake, wondering why I didn’t have any second thoughts, wondering why I wasn’t dwelling on Mike. I think I had turned the page already. Or maybe not, there was still the issue of teaching him a lesson. But that could come later.
I heard a footstep, and then a soft knock on the door. I got up, wrapping a sheet around me, stepping over our clothes on the floor.
“Tessa? It’s me.” Liz.
I opened the door a crack, and so help me, giggled. “I’m sorry, I kind of took over the room.”
“I know, I saw you come into the house with him. I was just making sure you were okay.”
“I’m fine. Do you need to come in?”
“No, not at all. Take your time. Do you want me to find another room for tonight?”
I looked back toward Steve’s still form on the bed. “No. But maybe just a little more time?”
Liz smiled. “Come find me later. Or just turn on the light, I’ll see it.” She tilted her head. “Are you sure you are okay?”
“Liz, I don’t think I’ve ever been better.”
Liz leaned into the opened doorway and gave me a kiss on the forehead. “What happens in the Hamptons stays in the Hamptons.” And then she walked back down the hall, throwing me a little wave over her shoulder.
“Or maybe not,” I whispered, half to myself, an idea forming in my head.
Steve was still sleeping, but I wasn’t upset. I think I might have fallen asleep too on any other night. But I felt as if my life had turned a corner, that something had changed, and I didn’t want to miss a minute of it.
I went to the bathroom. When I was finished I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was crazy, my makeup smudged. If I hadn’t known better I’d say that I’d looked like I had just been fucked. The thought made me smile. The night was still young.
I left he light on in the bath, just enough to cast a glow o
ver the bedroom.
I went back to the bed, looking down at Steve. He seemed like a nice enough guy. Did it matter that I knew nothing about him? That I hadn’t had a chance to pass him through my checklist? Right now he was just a virile man. A man who had made me feel good. A man who had been part of me making myself feel good.
I quietly sat next to him on the bed. Slowly I ran my fingertips, ever so slightly, up his thighs. Up and down, bringing up Goosebumps, his body shifting slightly as my touch continued.
I grew curious. Just what would a sleeping man notice? I let my fingers drift up past his thighs. His cock hung down, not still impressive even without being erect. My fingers lightly passed over his shaft, barely touching the tip, the saltiness renewing in my mouth, as if my fingers and my taste buds were connected.
I watched, mesmerized, as Steve’s cock slowly woke up, even before he did. Almost imperceptibly it gained girth and length, as if it were being inflated by magic, all from the power of my simple touch. I didn’t grasp it, or slide my hands around it, I just ran my finger tips and nails back and forth, gently over the skin.
I didn’t think I had a drop of lubrication left in me, and yet as I touched him I felt myself get wet. I wondered how long I could keep this up, could I make him come while sleeping? His erection seemed even harder than before, if that was at all possible. Now I ran my fingers around the shaft, around the head, just once, but when I felt him stir I returned to just a bare hint of a touch.
How could I have never felt this before, this power, this strength? Just my gentle caress enough to control a man.
Steve’s eyes slowly opened. “I thought I was having the most amazing dream.”
“Oh yeah? What happened?” My fingers kept moving.
“This beautiful woman is sitting on my bed. I’m naked, and so is she. She is touching me, making me hard.”
“That’s more like a fantasy than a dream.”
“You’re right.”
“Since it’s a fantasy, you must know what happens next, or what you want to happen next.” I could tell that Steve was struggling not to move, as if he didn’t want to ruin his fantasy.
“Whatever you want to happen next.”
He couldn’t have said anything better. Whether he read my mind, or guessed what I wanted him to say, or whether the vibes I was giving off were so strong that he felt them, I didn’t know.
Without letting go of him, I slipped on leg over his so that I was positioned over his cock. Now I stopped moving my fingers, but instead began to rub the tip of him across my swollen clit. Easy and gentle, just the opposite of what I had forced Steve to do with his tongue.
“I’m going to take you in me,” I said.
He nodded, giving me total control.
I didn’t rush it, I wanted to savor every minute of this. I kept stroking myself with his cock, using it to open my lips. Steve just watched me, his breathing quickening, his eyes alive.
“Do you want a condom?” he asked.
“I don’t have one,” I said.
“I’m afraid I don’t either,” he said. “I wasn’t expecting this.”
“Neither was I,” I said, thinking, maybe I should be, in the future. I suddenly laughed, how far I had come in just a few hours, going from losing my boyfriend to thinking about carrying condoms around.
“What’s so funny?” asked Steve.
“Nothing. Nothing at all.” But I was still smiling as I slipped Steve in me, knowing I should be more careful, the fact that Mike had probably been fucking more than one other woman without protection no excuse, but right now, I was totally caught up in it.
All at once I dropped my weight on Steve’s hips, just as I had on his face. We gasped at the same time, his cock stretching me, reaching into to the part of me that was not yet wet. I don’t think I had ever felt so full. Could a cock reach a limit? It was almost too much to take.
But not quite. I took a deep breath, and, ready, took the rest of him in me. My hands dropped to his chest, and I began to move up and down, using his cock to fuck myself.
My eyes were open, I wanted to see how I was affecting him, I wanted to see how Steve responded. He was so intent, and yet smiling at the same time.
“I don’t know how much of that I can take,” he said. “You got me too wound up.”
“That’s okay,” I said, now moving faster. “Do what you have to do.”
I rode him, harder and harder, I’d been in this position with the sole intent of getting myself off. Our bodies meshed perfectly, with each stroke I slid forward, feeling his shaft strike my clit, and then I’d crash back down, taking him all in me, that fullness threatening to hurt, but never quite going over the line.
I could tell that Steve was trying hard not to come, he was holding back for me, another perfect thing, a caring that I don’t think Mike ever would have considered. I was breathing hard, through my mouth, my hair over my face and eyes, I must have looked a wild woman, and that’s how I felt, using this man’s desire to please me.
Steve couldn’t take it any longer, and once again I knew he was going to come, and I kept going, my fingers gouging into his chest, and I although I read it was impossible I swear I felt him shoot inside me, his cock swelling, and now my eyes closed, imagining it, the beauty of it, his warm fluid melding with mine, and the thought of him filling me drove me into my own orgasm, and I collapsed on him, totally spent, and as I lay there I could feel the last of my spasms echoing off Steve’s body.
Some time later, I don’t know how long, we may have fallen asleep. The party sounds had died down.
“I probably should go,” said Steve. “You’re friend might want to get to sleep.”
“Okay.”
Steve turned to me in the semi-darkness. “I don’t want you to feel, you know.”
He meant cheap. “I’m fine.”
“Can I have your number?”
He sounded sincere, not like he was just saying that so I wouldn’t think it was a one night stand. Maybe he really liked me, or maybe he’d just want to hook up again. How could I possibly know what he was thinking, when I wasn’t sure exactly how I felt?
I knew I didn’t want to wonder, and even worse, to wait around for a call that might never come, that I might not want to come. “Why don’t you give me yours instead?” That way I’d get to decide if and when I wanted to see Steve again.
“Sure.”
He gave me his number and got dressed. It wasn’t as awkward as I might have expected. I wondered if that was because I had made all the decisions tonight.
When he was finished he bent over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for everything. I’m glad I stayed.”
I reached for his hand. “Me too.”
Long after Steve left, I lay there, still naked, yet not feeling that way. For the first time in my life, I’d had what I’d heard people describe as “just sex.” I knew longer term, that wouldn’t be me; I wasn’t the type to make a habit of this.
But for tonight, it was just fine. Instead of feeling lonely, I felt liberated, free, strong. And oddly, I didn’t feel slutty at all. In fact, I felt less slutty than I sometimes felt with Mike.
Mike. My anger was still there, but it was being replaced by cold calculation, the kind of thought process I use at work. Time for a plan.
I slipped into a pair of sweats and turned off the light. I was so relaxed I barely noticed when the door opened and Liz quietly crept in.
My good mood stayed intact all through the weekend. Not even the sight of a box of flowers in the vestibule of my apartment dampened my mood.
Perhaps at another time my heart would have leapt, thinking they were from Steve. But it was unlikely he knew where I lived. I glanced at the card, not surprised that they were from Mike. The flowers were dead, just like our relationship.
I tossed them in the trash without even bringing them up to my apartment. I looked around. Sometimes, when in a down mood, I thought of it as small and lonely. I wasn’t going to
let that thought even creep into my mind. I threw open the windows, letting in the last of the light, and today, was glad to hear the honking of horns and the busy street traffic. The city was alive, and so was I.
Mike hadn’t called, but he had left me a few texts, which I hadn’t bothered to read. To test my resolve, and just see how I was feeling, I looked at them now.
And I passed. The anger was still there, and the cold calculation, but none of the sadness I might have expected. Maybe I’d feel that later. Instead, my sense of power and strength rose up, guiding me.
Mike’s last text said that he was going out of town the next morning, Monday, and that when he got back it would be too late to go into the office. Could we meet for coffee? He wanted to see me, to talk.
There was no mention of Chrissy.
I ignored it. Seeing Mike in a coffee shop, after our disaster at the restaurant, was something I had in mind.
But another idea had formed, or actually a whole host of them, and this might present an opportunity.
I waited until Monday morning, and then texted him back. I’ve been thinking a lot and really want to see you. I may have overreacted.
I could imagine Mike thinking about the hidden promise in that. A bit later he texted back, I’d like that.
I responded, I have to be in midtown in the late afternoon for a meeting. Can we meet somewhere private?
I could almost imagine him sitting in a meeting, a sly grin coming over his face, thinking I had come to my senses, that I couldn’t wait to get back to him.
How about my place?
I smiled. He’d taken the bait. I imagined him doing the calculation in his head, could he get in a quickie with me before Chrissy got back from work?
I thought about how I could coo in a text. I was hoping you’d say that. I’m going to give you a nice surprise. Is around 3 okay?
Yes. I can’t wait.
I couldn’t either.
I didn’t have any meeting in midtown. I left work early, saying matter of factly I had something personal to attend to. Maybe it was my attitude, I didn’t explain anything, and no one gave it a second thought. It’s what powerful executives did.
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