by Jolie Du Prè
She snickered. “You might say they’re a filter for the finer things.”
He stepped back and grabbed her thighs. Tugging them together in one swift motion, he spread his fingers over her bared skin. “You know about unfiltered beer?”
She nodded. “Yeah. Some customers have complaints about sediment but not you.” She winked.
Nicholas blinked. “You might say I heard some things are better tasted without filters.”
Morganna set her hands on both sides of her and looked down her legs at the yummy man in front of her. “What do you intend to do about the filtration here?”
Gliding his hands up the length of her thighs, Nicholas spread his fingers to touch as much of her as he could. “Remove the filter, of course.”
Fingers brushed over the tops of her thighs before catching the bottom of her panties.
Morganna lifted herself up, holding her legs in place. Her stomach muscles clenched.
Quickly, Nicholas slid her panties down until they reached the tops of her boots. “I like these.” He licked his lips.
Morganna tilted her head to one side and closed her eyes.
Careful not to tear her underwear, Nicholas pulled them off her and over her boots.
She opened her eyes to see him stuffing her panties in his jeans pocket. “What are you doing?”
“Memories. I don’t know how often you’ll do these kinds of tastings, and I’d like to never forget.”
Their eyes met. Morganna watched him part her thighs with one hand and grab the scotch bottle with the other.
He popped the cork off and took a large swig before stepping into her body.
Her thighs brushed against strong arms. She couldn’t help but giggle.
“What? I take my liquor very seriously.” His eyes narrowed into thin slits that spoke more of arousal than annoyance.
Morganna watched him pour more liquor down her bare thighs. The wet, cold alcohol tickled and the scent of charred oak rose over her nostrils, mingling with her own arousal. Her pussy clenched when droplets of scotch landed on her lips. The entire front of her body had grown warm in anticipation of Nicholas’s idea of a tasting.
He dipped his head between her thighs, placing his hands on her butt. Yanking her forward, he buried his tongue between her swollen lips.
She cried, clenching the bar railing behind her. A shudder raced through her body.
His tongue felt like velvet steel swirling around her core, soft and hard at the same time.
Nicholas grabbed both her thighs and carefully straightened them out in front of him. Then he pushed them gently back towards her.
She felt her thighs stretching, muscles loosening. Then she felt Nicholas’s tongue brush against the back of one leg. The tenderness of his tongue sent another shudder racing up her body and straight to her core.
Nicholas’s lips brushed over her other thigh before he captured her skin between his teeth and nipped her. She yelped but held her legs firmly in front of her.
“I’d like nothing more than to taste you again, Miss Morganna. I think I didn’t get a good impression of the whiskey.”
She nodded. Parting her thighs, she looked down the line of her body at him. He was masculine, muscular and hot. His hair parted on the sides of his face, creating a shadow around his eyes that made him seem darker, more grown up despite his younger age.
“How old are you, Nicholas?”
He lifted his head and narrowed his gaze at her. “Why does it matter?”
“Just curious,” she offered a smile.
His tongue licked up her thigh. “I’m old enough.”
She shivered. “How old, baby?”
Nicholas blew a cool breath over her thighs. He didn’t respond other than to run his hands over her thighs.
Anticipation welled in her stomach and her muscles clenched from contact. She stuttered the words. “How old, b-b-baby?”
Nicholas growled. “I’m far from a baby. I’m twenty-seven. Does it matter?”
She started to respond.
Nicholas nipped her leg again.
Morganna stopped and gripped the bar behind her. “No,” a breath whooshed out of her lungs so fast from the contact of his teeth scraping against her skin. “It doesn’t.”
Nicholas groaned, his lips vibrating against her thighs. “Good. Because Goddess knows the only thing that matters is how soon I get to bury my dick inside your hot cunt.”
He licked down her legs, over the curve of her ass until his tongue swirled around the center of her heat.
Morganna’s breath came in pants with each word she spoke. “I need you inside me, lover.”
His tongue stopped lapping at her clit. He withdrew from her and spread her thighs open.
Their eyes met.
Morganna felt the heat from his stare.
He wanted her.
Her breath caught in her throat. She needed him. “You don’t care how old I am?”
He made a noise. “I figured you’re in your late 30s. I don’t care. You’re a sexy woman. I’ve wanted you since the day I met you.”
Her grin widened. “I’m almost forty-seven. Now fuck me, Nicholas. Take your cock out of your pants and fuck me.”
Nicholas stepped back from her. Unzipping his pants, he shoved them down past his hips, giving her a view of a rather large cock. The head was large, purple, and swollen. Glistening with precum, it looked ready to do exactly what she wanted.
Morganna tilted her hips upward.
“No. You need to come forward.” Nicholas didn’t bother waiting for her to react. He grabbed her thighs and yanked her towards the edge of the bar.
She squealed and her ass bumped against the rail with a thump.
Nicholas placed his hands on her calves and pressed her legs slowly towards her.
Muscles in her legs stretched slowly, carefully. Nicholas was a patient lover it seemed, taking his time with her body despite the desire she had to practically jump his bones right then. His cock head brushed against her swollen lips. She lifted her hips towards him.
Taking himself in one hand, he rubbed himself up and down her slit.
The ache in her belly pulled her muscles tighter. She lifted her head up to see him press his cock into her. Slowly, carefully, he lifted himself up and pushed himself deep inside. Opening herself up, she reveled in the feel of the connection they’d created. He grabbed her around the waist and ass. Tugging her forward, he pulled her off the bar. She felt her body slide around the railing so that she rested on powerful thighs.
His cock pushed deeper inside her until he was balls deep.
They both groaned in pleasure at the contact. Skin against skin, sweat breaking out on her forehead reminded her that this was real, this was what she wanted.
He’d be hers forever, even if the moment was only in her mind. It’d last forever.
Nicholas gripped her thighs, sliding his hands around to cup her ass. He dug his fingernails into her flesh. She cried out, throwing her head back. An arm slid around her back, pulling her closer to him. He pulled out and rammed himself back in with a grunt.
She moaned. “Finally.”
He drew back, gripping his cock with a hand.
Grinning, she looked down her body to watch him tease her. Concentrating on the sensation, she closed her eyes. Spreading her thighs, she opened herself wider for him.
He slid inside her again, slowly. Inch by slow inch, Nicholas impaled Morganna.
Her muscles clenched around his cock, feeling the fullness of him. She inhaled a breath, and exhaled slowly when he pulled away.
Nicholas again slid himself inside, balls deep.
Morganna shuddered at the contact, her pussy clenching around the thick shaft filling her. She gripped him, felt the way he slid out of her, into her.
He slid out, slowly. Oh so slowly while his fingers dug into her thighs. He bent forward, kissing her calves, one at a time; first the left calf and then the right, licking a trail of heat over her skin.
Morganna shuddered again, her stomach muscles clenching and forcing her pussy to contract around his cock.
Nicholas picked up a rhythm that started out slow, building with each thrust into a steady momentum.
She gripped him, held onto the girth that was the twenty-seven-year-old. The thickness that filled her, pulsated throughout her body gave her a new meaning of life that made her feel complete.
Nicholas undulated his hips, brushing his cock against her clit.
A groan escaped Morganna’s lips. She clenched her muscles around his swollen prick.
He grunted in response, a low sound that came from deep within. Nicholas rolled his hips upward, brushing his cock upward.
Sensation wracked her body, expanding throughout every limb. Morganna squeezed him tightly with her hips. Her hands slid down her body until she caught her hips. She dug her fingernails into her flesh but the pain was nothing compared to what Nicholas gave her.
Nicholas mimicked her, pressing his fingers into the tender spot where hip and thigh met.
She cried aloud and clenched her muscles around him, shoving him in deeper.
He started with a slow undulation of his hips that held her firmly against the bar and his body.
A hand tugged at strands of hair that fell over her shoulders.
Her breath picked up with his pace.
She ran hands down her breasts, pinching her nipples into very taut peaks. Her body shook from contact.
Slowing his pace, Nicholas shoved his hips upwards, brushing his shaft along her clit.
Letting out a long, slow moan, Morganna clenched her hips around him, scrambling to get him deeper inside her.
Pounding harder, faster, and faster Nicholas held her against his body, his lips finding a spot on her neck.
Those lips bit at her skin, sending shivers racing throughout her body. She pushed against him and let herself fall back on his cock to drive him in harder.
Sensation flooded Morganna’s body, the scent of their sex, scotch, and him filling her nose. She rested her head on his shoulder, feeling her stomach tighten in response to the impending orgasm.
Nicholas continued pounding her pussy hard and fast for another moment before stopping altogether.
She cried aloud and glared at him.
He smiled. “I want this to last.”
Panting, she had to catch her breath. Her muscles clenched in response. Her voice sounded shaky. “Me too. So come back again in a week. Or take me home. But right now, fuck me!”
The demand in her eyes was reflected in his. Nicholas pulled her closer so that with his next thrust, his balls slapped against her pussy.
The feel of him holding her tightly, lovingly resonated deep within her, and called out to that part of her that needed something.
With one hand settled on her back, the other cupping her ass, he pulled them both away from the bar and began bouncing her against his body.
Before long, they were both sweat-covered, groaning, and panting hard. Her heart raced with each thrust that brought her closer and closer.
After another moment, Morganna closed her eyes and bit into his shoulder, the tightness in her belly that became pleasurable warmth.
Muscles tightened, nerves felt a desirous heat, and the flood gates opened. Digging into him, her head slammed against his shoulder, Morganna called out his name in a glorious wave of orgasm that continued with his every movement.
“That’s it baby,” he growled and slammed into her. “Ride me!”
Milking him with her pussy, Morganna used her hips to drain him.
A few seconds later, fingers pressed urgently into her skin, tearing at her top. His mouth locked onto hers, tongue thrusting past her lips.
Sucking on his tongue, Morganna felt the hot wash of cum filling her.
Nicholas groaned into the kiss.
Under her weight, she felt his knees grow weak but she didn’t want him out of her just yet. His breath came in ragged spurts with each thrust slowing down until he’d stopped and settled her against him.
The two stumbled back to the wall. Leaning against it, Nicholas slid them both down until he saw her straddled across him.
“Wow,” she set a hand against his chest. Blinking, she looked into the face of the man sitting before her. “You’re not so delicate.”
He offered her a wide grin that reached his eyes. “No, but you are a lovely cougar.”
She smirked.
Nicholas arched a brow. Stroking her hair with one hand, he tilted his head. “Be mine?”
She licked her lips. “I already am.”
Spring Training
Heidi Champa
The signs of spring were everywhere. The campus that had spent the winter slumbering in a blanket of grey skies and mushy snow was now alive again. The smell of the newly-forming flowers filled the warming air. But, I truly knew spring had sprung when I saw the college baseball team taking the field, preparing for their season. The rowdy voices echoed off the brick wall of the building, their laughter and jokes filling the silence of the staid admissions office. At first, I balked at having my window so close to the playing fields. But, now I saw it as one of the few perks of my new job. The college had seen fit to shove me into a crappy, makeshift office with mismatched furniture and a fake wall. My only solace was the window. It let in a lot of sun and gave me an increasingly great view.
Despite the growing stack of papers and backlog of work on my desk, I found myself distracted by the noise and movement going on outside. Although the day started off dank and cloudy, the sun had finally broken through the clouds, causing the temperature to spike. That week, the team started their routine of grooming the infield dirt and preparing the chalk lines for practice. For the last few days, I’d spent countless, valuable minutes with my face near the window, watching boys half my age exercise and do manual labor. I should have been ashamed of myself, especially when I looked down and saw the picture of my children staring back at me. Somehow, I didn’t feel bad. My divorce had been finalized for nearly a year. In short, it had been way too long. I deserved a distraction. Hell, I deserved more than that. The fantasy would have to do for now.
I sat up higher in my chair, trying to catch a glimpse of my favorite first-baseman. Finally, he came into view, striding out of the dugout with the casual confidence only a twenty-year-old could possess. He stood a few inches taller than the others, his lanky frame just a bit thinner than the rest. I watched intently as he stooped over his rake, pulling the red dirt back and forth to smooth out the divots the cleats left behind. His laughter rang out through the air, the deep rumble making my ears perk up. I rolled closer to the window, getting a better angle on the situation.
He really was a gorgeous kid. His dark, brown hair was short but messy; his hands seemed so big even at a distance. I swallowed hard at his arms flexing back and forth, while he chatted away to his teammates scattered near him. It was suddenly hot in my office. The air conditioner was anemic at best, but I knew the heat was coming from inside my pants. A slight sheen of sweat was forming on my back, and my cheap blouse stuck between my shoulder blades. I shrugged off my jacket, squirming to get comfortable in my hand-me-down chair. As I straightened myself out, my eyes went back out the window. I was shocked to find my first-baseman staring straight back at me. He had stopped working, his large frame leaning lazily on his rake, his eyes registering my presence. I watched, breathless, as his full lips curled into a smile. His attention was soon stolen, his eyes gone as quickly as they had come. A knock at the door startled me fully back into my day.
“Hey, Sandy, are you ready to go to lunch?”
It was Debra, my co-worker, salad in hand. I sighed, throwing one last glance out the window before I opened my drawer and pulled out a crumpled paper bag. My dreamboat was walking away. Another day to wait before he would return. Thinking about another ham sandwich in the break room, I sighed again. It wasn’t the tasty treat I was looking for, but it would have to do.
The next day, I woke to rain pounding on my windows. My mood was immediately depressed. Rain meant no cute shoes, a horrible commute, and no eye candy out my window. The team would be banished into the gym. Rolling over in bed, I closed my eyes and pictured the bright sunshine of a perfect spring day. It didn’t work. The skies didn’t change. I was resigned to spending my day without my favorite escape. Maybe I could finally get some work done. Lord knows I had fallen hopelessly behind.
The week stayed rainy, and it wasn’t until Friday that the baseball team reemerged from their exile. The ground was muddy and soaked with water, but that didn’t stop them from standing far apart from each other and throwing baseballs back and forth. My boy, my first-baseman, was a junior. My restlessness during the week had led me to the school’s records. I had become curious about him in a strangely overwhelming way. It wasn’t an easy task to find my fantasy guy. I had to search out old baseball programs, and once I found his picture, I finally learned his name. Derek Miller. The name felt too plain, too ordinary for him. I stared at his picture for longer than I should have before I got itchy fingers. My need for information grew every day the rain fell. I learned his major, class schedule, and home address. But, it wasn’t enough. I found out where he lived on campus, what his grades were, and how many times he’d taken a class pass/fail.
The more I learned, the more I wanted to know. He was smart, active and obviously popular. He had been in the school paper more than most and was nominated for Campus King at the yearly formal dance. He won. I stared at his picture, his arm around a cute blonde, and felt things I had no right to feel. Jealousy and envy. Not of her youth and beauty. I had long come to terms with my body and myself. I was jealous of her position. Jealous of the fact that she got to feel the heft of his arm around her shoulders and spend an evening in his company. She had what I wanted.
I looked out the window, watching the fluid, easy motion of his arm. He barely looked at the ball when he caught it. It was as if he were on autopilot; until the ball thrown by his partner sailed past him, and went careening off the wall of the building where I was sitting. My heart skipped a beat as I watched him running straight towards my window, his legs pumping hard. The ball skipped up against the base of the building. Before I knew it, Derek was standing right in front of my window. He bent down to pick up the ball and stood up, his eyes staring right through the glass at me.