Eager First Times

by Betsy Locke

  Declan grasped both of my hands and squeezed. Excitement flashed through me. “I thought about you for so long, Layla. All those nights of trying to forget about you. But I couldn't. You were always right there.” He pointed to his head.

  I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I was finally able to choke out, “I always thought of you too, Delcan.”

  He let go of me and his hands slipped around my waist and to my back. He looked directly into my eyes, the passion radiating in his globes. This was the one moment I had been waiting for my entire life.

  Delcan pressed his lips to mine. Something deep inside me awoke. A hunger overcame me that I never knew was there. I put my hands on his biceps and felt them flex. I opened my mouth further and accepted his tongue into mine.

  His hands moved down my back and to my big ass. Both hands took one cheek and squeezed me hard. I moaned, breaking away from the kiss.

  “You have no idea how long I dreamed about these curves. How many nights I touched myself to the thought of coming all over your tits and ass.”

  Declan felt up my giant boobs, lifting each one up in his hands. He pressed them together and ran his tongue down the valley of cleavage. His teeth found my pink nipples and chewed on me until they became pointy and hard in his mouth.

  I reached down and grasped his pulsing length, my fingers gripping around his thick girth. Declan grit his teeth at the sudden injection of pleasure. “You're so big,” I said. I stroked his cock up and down, all the way down from the tip to the base.

  Declan kissed me again, shoving his tongue deep down my throat. Our bodies were pressed together. I pulled my hand away and Declan's penis was trapped against my belly, throbbing for me, wanting me.

  Declan took a step back and admired my body. “You sure are fucking sexy.”

  “No I'm not,” I replied, not able to make eye contact with him.

  Declan pinched my chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing me to look up at him. His face was serious. “You're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on.”

  “I need you, Declan. I need you inside me right now.”

  “Turn around,” he ordered. “Put your hands up and on the glass. Spread your legs apart.”

  I did as I was told and faced away. I put my hands up on the foggy glass and spread my legs apart. I was in the position a cop would want you in to be frisked.

  Delcan put his hand on my back and pushed me further against the glass. My large breasts were pinned. His hand moved down over my ass and underneath. His finger grazed against my pussy and collected my gushing wetness.

  “You're so wet,” he said. “Do you want me to fuck you now?”

  “Yes please,” I replied in desperation.

  Declan put one hand on my love handles, pulling my hips towards him. He put his other hand over my right hand against the glass, intertwining his fingers in mine.

  I could feel his blunt tip at my eager opening. Declan pushed into me, my pussy stretching around his impossibly thick cock. I opened my mouth to scream but it was muffled as an explosion of pleasure knocked me back.

  His cock drilled deeper and deeper into me. I didn't think anyone could be so big. Declan was never-ending.

  Once I was completely filled up, Declan gathered my wet hair in his fist and pulled. My head snapped back and he began to fuck me hard.

  I'd never experienced anything like it. Love and passion were mixing together into a powerful concoction. Declan pounded into me over and over again with his humongous cock. I didn't think I was going to be able to handle anymore.

  “I'm close, Layla. Come with me.”

  I was so close to the edge. His words sent me over the cliff. I lost control of everything and my orgasm took over. My body jerked and quivered as Declan burst within me, his seed spraying deep inside.

  We both fell to the shower floor, the water still hitting us. My chest was heaving in and out. “That was something else” I said.

  Declan stared at me with his mouth opened. His breaths quick and shallow. He couldn't find the words.

  Then the water turned from hot to cold.

  Chapter Six

  There was no rush to get back to the real world.

  Declan and I were satisfied with staying in this motel for the rest of our lives, exploring each other's bodies.

  After a few days of fucking endlessly, we knew that this fantasy couldn't last forever. But really, I was running out of money and I couldn't be gone from my job for too long.

  “What are we going to do when we get there? I'm not going to be able to find a job. Nobody is going to hire a guy like me.” Declan said, his hand holding mine while I drove the highways through Arizona.

  “Everything will be all right. We'll face our problems head on together.”

  He smiled at me and clenched my hand.

  I couldn't believe how much my life had changed in just one week.

  I'd finally found a man who loved me for who I was.

  The End

  Story Eight

  Copyright 2018

  All Rights Reserved.

  Disclaimer: This ebook is a work of fiction. Any resemblance characters in this story may have to real people is coincidental.

  No section of this book may be copied or reproduced without the author's permission.

  Description

  A chance encounter...

  Aria has no idea what she's in for when she accepts a date with a mysterious man.

  Chapter One

  The train for Los Angeles was just about to leave as I ran across the platform. I couldn't be late again. Not if I wanted to have another “talk” with my boss, Mason.

  He could be so creepy. Always trying to get me to go on a date with him. I thought about complaining to HR but I liked working there and I didn't want things to get complicated.

  I jumped onto the Amtrak train and found it almost completely full. I walked down the aisle as the train lurched forward and began to pull out of the station. Nobody even looked up at me as I searched for any empty seat.

  I was beginning to get afraid that I wouldn't find one.

  There was one seat near that back that was open. I sighed a breath of relief and plopped down, setting my purse down at my feet. I put earphones in and hit shuffle on my phone. Jimi Hendrix's sweet guitar solos were piped into my ears.

  I smiled and closed my eyes, leaning my head back. It would be about an hour until we arrived in LA so I could get a quick nap in. Hopefully it would make up for only having three hours of sleep last night.

  I was woken up when a someone walked through the aisle and bumped my elbow. I wiped the drool from my lips and noticed the man across from me staring.

  I looked around and realized that he was looking right at me! His eyes were dark blue and his brown hair finely combed. His black suit told me all that I needed to know. A business man who probably worked at one of the many tech companies in LA.

  “Can I help you?” I asked.

  The man's lips began to move but nothing came out. Then I realized that I still had my earphones in. I took them out and bunched them in my fist. “Sorry, what was that?”

  The man leaned forward with a smile. His teeth were white and not a one was out of place. “I was just wondering where you're headed?”

  If there was another empty seat on the train I would've left without answering his question. I hated it when strangers talked to me.

  At least this guy was cute.

  “I'm just going to work,” I replied. I unraveled my earphones and planned to put them back in but he wasn't done yet.

  “What do you do?”

  It wasn't hard to see what this guy was after. It was what they were all after. I tried covering up more, showing less skin. It was hard to hide my big breasts and I couldn't exactly wear baggy clothes to work.

  “It's a little too early in the morning to be having this type of conversation.” I had hoped that would be enough to dissuade him.<
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  The man settled back in his seat. “I didn't mean to bug you.” He turned his head and looked out the window.

  I kind of felt like a bitch. The guy seemed nice enough and I acted like he was trying to ruin my entire day.

  “I'm sorry. I'm just a little out of it this morning. I work at a company that makes products that don't test on animals.”

  “Wow. I wasn't expecting an answer like that. What type of products?”

  “Toothpaste, lip balm, and makeup.” I took out my lip balm from my purse that I was given for free and handed it to the man. I actually liked the products my company made.

  He flipped it over in his hands and handed it back to me. “That's really cool.”

  The more I talked with him, the more I got intrigued. It wasn't every day that I had a real conversation with someone. “What do you do?” I asked.

  “I'm a developer for a company that makes apps.”

  “Like phone apps?”

  The man nodded. “Exactly.”

  I knew he worked for some kind of tech company. They always did. I put my hand out. “My name is Aria.”

  “I'm Brody. Nice to meet you, Aria.” He took my hand and a spark shot through me. I couldn't keep eye contact with him.

  The train started to slow down as it entered the station. I was actually enjoying talking to him. I didn't want it to end.

  But I had to get to work and so did he. Life couldn't be ignored.

  “It was nice talking to you,” I said, settling my purse on my shoulder.

  “Yeah it was,” he replied.

  I got up and exited the train with the rest of the zombies. I got one last look at Brody before I lost him in the crowd.

  I put my earphones in and began my fifteen minute walk to my job. I passed by shops that were getting ready to open up.

  A hand on my shoulder stopped me in my tracks.

  It was Brody.

  Chapter Two

  Brody was red in the face and out of breath. He had chased me down all the way from the station. I figured I had left something on the train.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  Brody took a second to get some air in his lungs. “I know this might sound crazy but do you want to skip work with me today? I know I would regret it for the rest of my life if I just let you walk away without asking.”

  I couldn't help but laugh. “You can't be serious!”

  He straightened his suit. “I enjoyed talking with you and I felt a connection with you. Didn't you feel something too?”

  “No, I mean yes. But it's not about that. I can't just skip work today.”

  “Of course you can. Just call in sick.”

  I ran my fingers through my short brown hair. “Not going to happen.” I turned to start walking away. If I didn't get to work soon then I really would be late.

  Brody walked in front of me. “How about I make a deal with you. Give me one hour. One hour and then you escape from me forever.”

  I crossed my arms over my chest. I bet I already knew what he wanted to do with me for an hour. “And what are we going to do for that hour?”

  “Just coffee.”

  I checked my phone and realized that I was going to be late now. Even if I ran all the way, I wouldn't make it in time. An hour wouldn't make much difference now.

  “Fine. I'll get coffee with you.”

  The biggest grin spread across Brody's face.

  I put my index finger out. “Only one hour though.”

  Brody nodded. “I know a good coffee place a few blocks away.”

  “Lead the way then.”

  We strolled down a street where most of the businesses weren't open yet and their shutters were still down. Graffiti was sprayed all over the place in red, blues, and greens. Gang signs and signatures that couldn't be read.

  “So why don't you live in Los Angeles?” I asked.

  “Because then I wouldn't meet attractive women on the train.”

  I blushed. “That might be one reason but not the only reason.”

  “Honestly, I just don't like the city very much.”

  “Really? I think it's kind of cool. There's something different around every corner. I don't think I would ever get bored around here.”

  “Why don't you live here then?” Brody asked.

  “There's no way I could ever afford to live here. The rent is crazy. I barely make enough as it is. That's why I still live with my parents.”

  “You might be able to get one of those cockroach infested apartments.”

  “Oh come on. Los Angeles isn't that bad.”

  “I think you need to open your eyes up a little bit more.”

  We passed by what looked like a mass of blankets all bundled up but was probably a homeless man. One of those white takeout containers sat next to him.

  Brody kicked it and three cockroaches scurried away. I bent over and wanted to throw up all over his black and shiny shoes.

  “Thanks for that. That was disgusting,” I said.

  “That's what I'm talking about, LA is very disgusting.”

  I looked around at the surprising amount of homeless people and trash littered everywhere. The graffiti didn't help much. “You might be right about that but I still stand by the fact that this city is more interesting than most.”

  Brody put his hands up to surrender. “Okay, you're probably right about that.”

  We arrived at the coffee shop with a name in French. There were little tables out front and the vibe inside was very laid back and relaxing. A vinyl player was spinning a record of a singer from the sixties.

  Brody took me to an empty table and we both sat down. “Shouldn't we go up and order?” I asked.

  “They do it a little differently here,” he replied. “This isn't a Starbucks.”

  A waitress came up with a pad of paper. “What can I get for you two?”

  I looked around the table for a menu and then realized that I didn't need one. “Can I get a latte with soy milk?”

  “I'll get the same as her,” Brody added.

  “Not very inventive,” I said.

  “Well it just so happens that I like my coffee the same way.”

  His smile was infectious. I don't know what was happening but I kind of liked it.

  Chapter Three

  Our drinks were brought to us and I blew on mine to cool it off. I took a sip and the hot liquid warmed me up. “This tastes amazing!”