Your emails have been exciting me all day, the passion of what you couldn't say making me tremble and my nipples harden to flushed excited peaks beneath my soft cotton shirt. Ever time the new mail icon appeared on my screen this afternoon, my heart thudded and my cheeks burned. Every time I met your eyes across our desk in the crowded office, the intensity of your gaze and the passion in them sent a shock through me, making me crave your touch.
I whisper this to you as you turn off the stove, as you undo the buttons on my skirt and shirt with exquisite slowness. As you unhook my bra and let my heavy breasts fall into your hands, as you slide my damp knickers down my legs, I tell you that for most of the afternoon, I've been aroused enough that you could have slipped effortlessly into me. That your cock inside me and your gentle stroking would have sent me into a hot clenching orgasm around you. You kiss me again when I tell you that, your tongue against my lips, inside my mouth, touching mine, curling and stroking and licking me into a moment where I'm all feeling and there's no conscious thought.
Eventually I'm naked in front of you, apart from my stockings and heels, while you're still fully clothed, your sleeves rolled up and the crisp curl of hair that's visible in the cutaway neck of your T-shirt making me want to taste you. I lean forward half an inch and delicately lick the place where the soft skin of your neck meets your smooth white collarbone. You taste of salt and spices and that warm sweetness that's uniquely you. You take a harsh deep breath and I do it again, then move my mouth to your ear. My breath tickles your skin as I whisper about the ache between my thighs that's been building all day. I nibble your earlobe, making you moan - and suddenly you push me away, take control. You hold me at arms' length, your fingers around my narrow wrists, and look me up and down, your gaze burning me until my skin is crawling with electricity. I bite my lip, the dull pain a welcome focus for my heightened senses.
You drop my wrists, and I take that as a signal to move towards you. I reach for you with trembling fingers and lift your T-shirt to reveal your long lean torso. Your flat smooth stomach. The line of hair running from between your ribs to your chest. Your erect brown nipples. You lift your arms and I tug your shirt over your head. You stand before me, half-exposed, and the expression in your eyes takes my breath away. We face each other, eyes locked, not touching, not speaking. I put my hand on your belt, undo your buckle and slide it from the loops on your jeans. I try to unfasten your top button but it's too stiff and I'm shaking too much. You help me slide it out of the hole, then abruptly pull at the material so that the rest of your buttons come undone in one smooth movement. You stand in front of me with your jeans open and your blue cotton boxer shorts visible. I reach around and push them over your hips and down your legs until they're around your calves and you can step out of them, kick them away.
You're finally naked, and beautiful before me. Your skin is glowing and your body is thin, long, taut. Your cock is long and swollen; half-erect, a thick throbbing vein visible. I place my hands on your waist and for the first time, I feel the thrill of your whole warm skin against mine. I lick your lips softly and you kiss me hungrily. I pull you closer, skin to skin, my soft curved stomach against your hard lean one, legs tangled. I want more. I lean forward to kiss your neck again, then bend and put my mouth on your nipple. I flick my tongue across it and feel it harden instantly. I hold your waist for balance and graze the edge with my teeth. Let you feel the sharpness and the possibility. You make an incoherent sound and tangle your fingers in my hair. I suck harder, then bite gently, and feel your cock swell against my thigh. I bury my nose in your chest hair and inhale the clean soapy smell of you, underlaid by something more recent and raw: the smell of your arousal. I move my mouth to your other nipple and without any preliminaries this time, bite again, slightly harder, as though you're delicious fruit and I'm desperately thirsty.
Sliding my hands down your hips, you thighs, I kiss and lick a path down to your cock. My lips are swollen and moist against your skin. I move slowly, teasing myself as well as you with restraint over my desire to taste you.
Eventually I crouch, legs wide apart, enjoying the feel of air against my hot sensitive skin. Imagine I'm crouched over your face, your tongue on me, your fingers inside me.
I take your cock in my right hand, extend my tongue and taste the bead of liquid that has formed at the tip. You moan again and your hands are in my hair again, pulling hard. Suddenly I can't prolong the teasing any more and I move to engulf you with my hot wet mouth. I suck and lick and taste you, rubbing your length with one hand, and gently stroking myself with the other. I'm so aroused that it's almost painful. You're breathing hard and gasping out half-formed unintelligible words and I'm loving it, loving the taste and the sounds and the sight of you when I raise my eyes. Mostly your head is thrown back, your eyes closed and your mouth half-open: occasionally you look down and I feel you tremble as you watch my lips around your cock while my tongue strokes the tip. Whenever your eyes meet mine, it's like a jolt of electricity and my cunt spasms in sympathy.
As I watch you, your face changes and you move your hands to my shoulders, try to push me away. I suck harder, swirl my tongue faster and tell you with everything I have that I want you to come in my mouth. I swallow the length of you, deep and wet and hot, and place both hands on your beautiful tight arse, pull you deeper and you moan again, louder. I look up and your eyes are closed, and suddenly your cock swells and throbs and leaps and there's a spurt of delicious come, and another and another, as you grunt and cry it out. You thrust harder and harder and there's so much, it's all I can do to swallow. I drink it down, drink you down, and I fucking love it. I love your excitement, your arousal, love the fact I made you come, that I turned you on, that I did this, that you did this for me.
The End.
Betty Jean's Movie Adventure
My name is Betty Jean, a small town girl raised on a small farm in northern Illinois. My parents were very young when they were married, nineteen and twenty respectively. My mother was a small petite woman who was, and still is, very beautiful. My father is of average height and weight but also very handsome in a rugged sort of way.
I was raised on a small, one hundred eighty acre farm that my father rented. While we made a modest living, money was always tight trying to make ends meet. We raised some cattle, hogs and had around twenty five milk cows. Due to the demands of the milk cows we rarely ever went on vacations. As soon as I was old enough I began to help with the chores around the farm. I would help feed the small calves, making many of them my pets, also washing the milkers after dad had finished milking. We also had a large vegetable which I helped with as we canned a lot of vegetables.
I eventually ended up with 2 sisters who were much younger than I was so they were not able to help around the farm until much latter in my life. I really enjoyed working around the farm, since it was the way I was raised, I couldn't think of any other way of living. My dad was a very religious man and very much a stern disciplinarian. More than once I had felt his belt slapping my butt when I screwed up.
I was very lucky in that I inherited my mothers good-looks genes. Unfortunately I did not inherit her petite frame. Although I only grew to five foot two inches tall I was what we called large boned. I was always a little on the heavy side, I prefer to call myself "curvy." Where as my mother wore a 32A bra I was already up to a 34C size bra. I had a small twenty two inch waist, which made my boobs and ass both look bigger than they really were. I had a nice round, firm ass that I always thought was too big, but that was the hand I was dealt.
I always counted my many and obvious blessings. As I had just turned eighteen, I realized that I was developing into a very beautiful woman with a very firm and curvy body. I was a good student, being on the honor roll more often than not. I was blessed with a very outgoing personality, making friends very easily. Between my good looks and personality I always had a date for all the school functions. I was never in a serious relationship with any one boy as my father was al
ways preaching to me about boys, sex, and sin. This did not prevent me from having sex whenever I really liked the boy I was on a date with.
Quite by accident I found out my parents had to get married. It was a fate that I didn't want to happen to me. I'm sure that is why my parents kept such close tabs on me while I was going thru my dating process.
Entering the summer before my senior year I asked my father if I could get a summer job to earn some extra money, which I never had any extra of. My sisters were now old enough to start helping around the farm with chores so my working wouldn't be a burden to my father. I applied at several business and the small manufacturing plant in town with no success. As luck would have it my father was very good friends with a local bar owner, Steve, who also owned the small theater in town. Steve was a dark haired, good looking man I would say in his mid thirties. Even though my father was a religious man, he wasn't adverse to an occasional drink, or three or four. Steve asked my father if he thought I would be interested in working at the theater during the summer for him. I was elated and thrilled upon hearing about this job opportunity. I immediately, eagerly, accepted the minimum wage job.
The theater was open weekdays from six to around ten, weekends from noon to ten. I worked three evenings shifts and the weekends. I was very fortunate to work with a school friend of mine named Mary. We would alternate taking tickets and running the concession stand. Steve, the owner would come over and change the movie reels when needed as his bar was right across the street. Since the theater only seated around seventy five people, once the movie started one of us would watch the movie while the other one ran the concession stand.
It was my second week of working at the theater when it was my turn to watch the movie. We always sat in the back row so if we were needed to help the other person out we were close at hand. I was sitting in the back row when a tall, dark-haired, good looking guy sat down next to me. I was kind of surprised as there many seats available closer to the screen. After a short time he held out his hand and introduced himself as Jack. I returned his handshake and told him my name was Betty Jean. The movie had an intermission which allowed the patrons to go to the bathroom, or buy some more snacks. It was during this time that Steve would come over from his bar and change the movie reels.
Jack approached the concession stand, purchased a box of popcorn and started to talk to me. He told me he lived in a near by town that didn't have a movie theater. He was twenty four years old, worked construction, and was a movie buff. He also explained that he had hurt his back and was waiting for the doctor to release him so he could go back to work. In the meantime he was killing time by going to movies.
As the movie resumed we returned to our seats in the back row. Jack shared his popcorn with me as we engaged in some small talk. When the movie ended Jack leaned over, kissed me and said, "I hope to see you again." I replied, "I certainly hope so." The next evening, as the movie started, I took my customary seat in the back row. Just as the movie was starting Jack walked in and sat down next to me. Jack looked at me with a big smile on his face, leaned over and kissed me. I wasn't so bashful this time as I eagerly returned his kiss. I was flattered that this good looking, older guy was interested in me. It wasn't long before we really started to kiss in earnest. Being in the back of the dark theater we could see anyone coming or leaving the theater, so we always on alert as to not attract any unwanted attention. As our kissing heated up I felt a hand begin to fondle my breast. I was shocked and immediately removed his hand from my breast. Jack kept trying to feel my breast up as I constantly removed his hand from it's intended destination. I really was interested in Jack and did not want to scare him away so the next time he started to play with my boob I allowed him to continue feeling me up. This went on for sometime as I was really enjoying it and was starting to get turned on.
Jack asked me to go out with him after the movie but I told him that my parents always picked me up after the show to take me home. Besides, I knew dad wouldn't let me go out with someone so much older than me. Jack kissed me, telling me he would see me next week, as he was busy that weekend.
I could hardly wait for the next week to come so I could see Jack again. I had to settle for my "little Friend, "as I described my dildo, to help me thru the weekend. Filled with anticipation I eagerly returned to work the next week. Sure enough as the movie began, I was seated in the back of the theater, in walked Jack, kissed me, and sat down next to me. It wasn't very long after the show had started that we started kissing. Jack wasted no time in reaching over and began playing with my boobs. It didn't take him long to work his hand inside my bra, playing with my nice handful of tit.
Jack continued to play with my tits, alternating feeling one and then the other. Intermission interrupted us so we gathered ourselves together as I went to help with the concession stand. When the movie resumed I returned to my seat next to Jack, continuing our making out. Jack massaged my tits for a little while when he slowly started to work his hand up my thigh. I kept pushing his hand away but to no avail. I eventually let him work his hand up to my panty clad pussy. He tried to get his hand inside my panties but I told him "NO!" I spread my legs a little so he could massage my pussy easier thru my panties. I have to admit that I was really getting turned on. It was everything I had to not moan out loud in pleasure. I felt embarrassed as I knew my panties must now be getting very wet from the attention my boobs and pussy were receiving. Jack then removed his hands from my tits and pussy as I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper, unzipping. Jack reached over taking my hand and placing it in his lap, which now had his erect penis standing at full attention. I was shocked, but I figured he needed some relief. If we weren't in the movie theater I would have jumped his bones and fucked him right there.
I slowly started to slide my hand up and down this shaft, thinking he must want a hand job to relieve himself. Someone walked by us and I quickly removed my hand from his cock. Once the person had left I resumed my stroking his cock. All of a sudden Jack grabbed the back of my head, forcing my head down to his awaiting cock. I had no intention of giving Jack a blow job, but he held my head down on his lap until I gave in, opening my mouth, to take his manhood in. I slowly started to suck on his nice size cock, when Jack started to push my head up and down on his cock. I continued to apply as much suction as I could, bobbing up and down on his nice sized member. It wasn't too long before Jack let a low moan and filled my mouth with his seed, with some dribbling down my chin.
I couldn't believe that I had just given a blow job to a guy I just met the week before and hardly knew. I also couldn't deny that I had really enjoyed this sexually charged experience. I was sure that my "special friend" was going to get a good workout that evening. As the show ended jack thanked me and hoped that I wasn't offended with his actions. I assured him that I wasn't, enjoying every minute of it. Jack said he hoped we could meet outside the theater sometime. I again told him I would try but between my working on the farm and at the theater it would be difficult to get away, but that I would try.
I didn't see Jack at the next couple of shows when I realized I didn't even know his last name, address, or telephone number. I was about to give up hope of seeing Jack again, when as I was sitting in back of the theater, Jack walked in and sat down next to me. Jack gave me a big, passionate kiss, proceeding to tell me he had missed me. I told him that I had missed him also. I told Jack I had to check on the concession stand and would return shortly. I immediately went to the ladies restroom and removed my bra. I then returned to my seat next to Jack. We started to kiss and make out with Jack right away starting to play with my boobs. You should have seen the expression on his face when he realized that I wasn't wearing a bra! Jack immediately put his hand under my blouse and started to play with my boobs. My tits were like putty in his hands. Feeling daring, I unbuttoned the top two buttons on my blouse for his easier access for Jack to play with my sensitive tits.
I then pulled Jack's head down to my chest so he could sample my
suckable tits. Jack began to suck on my nipple, gently rolling it in his mouth with his tongue. Jack then slid his hand under my skirt, rubbing my now damp pussy thru my panties. I was hot to trot between my tits being sucked on and my pussy being massaged, enjoying every second of my encounter. I knew we couldn't have intercourse there so I reached over and unzipped his pants. Immediately his cock sprung free of his pants, being at full mast. I leaned over and began to gently suck on his nice sized manhood. I didn't need any prompting this time as I began to bob my head up and down on his shaft. I was really into giving Jack a good blow job when all of a sudden I saw a light shine on us.
I looked up to see the owner, Steve, shining a flashlight on us. There I was with my tits hanging out, a hand on my pussy, and a cock in my mouth. There was a fast and furious shuffle as I buttoned my blouse and Jack put his cock back into his pants. I could tell Steve was angry. Steve told Jack to"get out of the theater and never come back, "which he did. He then told me to come up to the office/projection booth.
As I followed Steve up to the office my mind was racing a mile a minute. I was scared to death, apprehensive as to what was to happen to me. We arrived at the office and Steve shut the door behind him telling me to sit down.
"I should fire your ass for this outrage, "Steve said. I promised that I would never do anything like this again, if he would give me another chance. Steve said he would talk to me tomorrow to let me know how he was going to handle the situation. I spent a sleepless night dreading what was to come. If Steve told my dad I would surely get the beating of my life, as well as probably getting grounded for my whole senior year. I was never so terrified in my short, young life.
The next day I arrived at the theater early to learn my fate. Steve was there to meet me, with an unhappy look on his face. He told me he had Carol come in to take my place working for the day. Steve then said he had made his decision and would talk to me in his apartment, which was over his bar, as it would be more private. When we arrived at Steve's apartment he had me sit down and told me that he had reached his decision. I think I was visibly shaking by this time, not knowing what to expect. Steve asked me, "if I were him what would I do?" I was a loss for an answer to his question.
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