Carol’s eyes found Tom’s immediately. Wearing a blue button-up shirt that stretched across his muscular chest, it was enough to get her heart pounding. Paired with the tight jeans, hugging his thighs, ass, and especially his crotch, just made her pounding heart begin to beat erratically. Carol could feel her sex clinch and her nipples bead as she walked toward him.
He was looking her way, drinking her in as always. Jesus, what an angel. Her blonde locks framed her porcelain face. Her pink mouth, made just for kissing, was slightly open, and the thought of it sliding around his dick made his pants uncomfortably tight. Get a grip. Sporting a hard-on right now is not the way I want to greet the girls.
His eyes did a quick body sweep. He frowned as he took in her pink top as it draped in front, showing just a hint of cleavage. Her skinny jeans fit her ass and legs like a second skin and her short stature was assisted by heels on her tiny feet. His eyes swept back to her face. Her wide blue eyes captured his.
Carol and Laurie were standing in front of him before he could even take a breath. Jumping to his feet, the other men followed suit, standing to greet the women. Placing his large hand on Carol’s tiny waist, he leaned down for a chaste kiss. Smiling down at her, he pulled her into his side. Looking over her head, he greeted Laurie. “Nice to see you again, Laurie. Let me introduce you to some of our friends.” He began the rounds of introductions, then they all sat while he began ordering the food.
Carol, tucked into Tom side as they were seated, noticed that Rob wasn’t present. Leaning up to whisper in his ear, she asked, “Where’s Rob?”
“Over by the pool tables,” he whispered back, his lips barely touching her ear. He felt her breath gently wash over his face, and he suddenly wished they were back at his place already. It took all of his self-control to keep the blood from rushing to his dick.
Carol rolled her eyes at hearing that Rob was over by the pool tables. No doubt finding some big-boobed barfly to take home. Carol noticed that Laurie’s eyes roved around their table before settling on the back of the bar where the pool tables were.
Carol saw Rob staring back at Laurie as though she were the only woman in the room. Interesting. Glancing between the two of them, she could almost feel the sparks herself.
“Leave it alone, angel,” came the whisper in her ear. Carol’s eyes shot up to Tom’s, with an innocent look on her face. Tom just smirked. “That innocent look doesn’t work on me, baby. I can see you plottin’ and plannin’ already.”
Carol smiled, ducking her head. Tom lifted her chin with two fingers, raising it to just the right level for him to take her lips in a soft kiss. Gentle. Chaste. But with promise of passion later to come. Carol’s breath caught in her throat as she felt the lust spear her from her lips right to her pussy.
“That’s better,” Tom stated. “Want you with me. Not off in your mind, plannin’ romance for my friends. Whatever happens, happens. No interferrin’. Okay, angel?”
Carol smiled, and Tom felt the air rush out of his body. Who the fuck am I kiddin’? I’d give this woman my soul if she asked.
“Sure, honey. Whatever happens, happens,” Carol agreed and Tom relaxed, pulling her into his side again.
Laurie seemed to have a good time and much to Carol’s surprise Rob appeared infatuated with her. Rob sat closely to her, with his arm resting on Laurie’s chair. Just as Carol and Tom were getting ready to leave, the barfly came over to Rob causing a scene. Laurie decided to quickly leave after giving Carol a goodbye hug.
“Are you going to be all right?” Carol asked, concerned for her new friend.
“Oh yeah. This,” glancing back at Rob dealing with the drunken woman, “is nothing to me. I really had a good time, though. Thanks, Carol. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Carol watched Laurie walk out of the bar alone. Rob turned back to see Laurie leaving, but Tom grabbed his arm when Rob tried to follow her.
“Rob, let her go, man. I think enough damage has been done tonight,” Tom said.
Rob cursed, then looked down at Carol. Apologizing to her, he ran out of the bar after Laurie.
Tom leaned down, kissing Carol the way he had wanted to all night. Licking her lips, she opened her mouth, and he took the invitation. Plunging his tongue in, he sucked on her tongue until he could feel her moan into his mouth. Blood rushing to his dick, he fought the urge to press his cock onto her body that he held tightly.
Carol pulled away slightly to look up into his face. Seeing an uncertain look in her eyes, he asked, “What’s wrong, angel?”
“Do you think Laurie will be all right?” she asked tentatively.
“Angel, she will be fine. Rob will make sure she gets home safely. Even if he has to follow her in secret.”
“She doesn’t seem to trust men, Tom. I don’t want to see her hurt.”
Tom leaned down for another kiss. This one gentle again. Soft. Reassuring. Comforting. “I know, angel. But I think maybe they both just need to find their way.” With that, he threw his arm around her shoulders, escorting her to his truck.
“Can’t wait to get you home, angel.”
Carol just smiled. She had a surprise and couldn’t wait to get home either.”
*
Tom and Carol barely made into his house before they began undressing.
“Wait. Wait,” Carol said breathlessly. “I want to go slower.”
Tom was surprised, but readily agreed. He never wanted Carol to feel rushed or out of control. Even though his dick was begging to be released from his pants, he vowed to take it as slow as she needed.
Smiling smugly, Carol took Tom by the hand, leading him up the stairs toward his bedroom. Once they entered, Carol walked him backwards until his legs hit the mattress. Placing her hand on his chest, she gave a gentle push sending him falling back onto the bed.
Tom watched in awe as she stepped away from the bed, sliding her hands to the button of her jeans. As she unbuttoned them and slid the zipper down, she turned her back to him. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband, she began to shimmy them down her legs. Bending over, presenting her ass to him as she pulled them off of her feet had Tom holding his breath. She was wearing a light blue, silky thong, showing off her ass to perfection.
He started to lift himself off of the bed, but she turned back to him quickly and put her hand out.
“Oh, no, big boy. This is my show. You just sit back and enjoy the view,” she said, tossing her blonde tresses over her shoulder.
Crossing her arms in front of her she grasped the bottom edge of her pink shirt. Slowly, tortuously, she lifted the shirt up. Tom could see that her thong did not end. The silky blue, transparent material continued up her abdomen. Waiting, watching, he felt as though he were seeing the greatest present in the world be unwrapped.
Carol halted momentarily at her breasts, piercing him with her look. Smiling, she continued to raise the shirt over her breasts and over her head, tossing it to the floor.
Tom stared at the vision in front of him, his dick aching for release. Hell, if this is what angels look like, take me now!
Carol stood before him in a light blue, silky teddy; the sheer material left nothing to the imagination showcasing her assets. The lacy cups of the teddy pushed her breasts together, as though they were presenting themselves to him. He could see through the material, her nipples prominent, beaded, ready for his mouth. As his eyes scanned downward, he noticed her pressing her legs tightly together. Oh yeah. She’ ready.
Before she could protest, Tom was up and off the bed in a flash. Towering before her, he placed his hands on her shoulders. Her skin was warm and soft. Her eyes raised to his, her mouth slightly open, waiting to be plundered.
Carol unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it out of his jeans and sliding it down his massive arms and into the floor to join her clothes. Her hands reached out to his jean’s button as his thumbs slipped under her teddy straps. He slid the straps off her shoulders as she undid his jeans. Smoothing his hands up and down her arms, he continued to p
ull the top of the teddy off of her shoulders and down to expose her delectable breasts.
Dipping, he picked her up so that her breasts were at his face. Sucking one nipple deeply into his mouth, his tongue rolling the pearl, he felt her head throw back as she moaned. Nipping at the bud before soothing it with his tongue, he felt her begin to press her pussy against his waist, seeking to relieve the pressure.
Sliding his mouth over, he gave the other breast the same attention, feeling her undulations growing in frequency. Chuckling, he raised his head up to look at her face. “Want somethin’, angel?”
Her lust filled eyes peered back at him. Setting her down on the edge of the bed, he reversed their earlier position. He placed his hand on her chest and gently pushed her backward. Continuing to pull the blue silk off of her body, he fought the urge to rip it. Gotta see her in this again.
Tom stood and stared at the gift laid out in front of him. Naked. Perky breasts tipped with rosy nipples. Trim waist leading down to the prize. Her beautiful pussy. Moist. Gleaming. Ready.
Tom dropped to his knees by the side of the bed. Spreading her legs with his hands, he dove in for a taste. “Been wantin’ this all night, angel.” He slowly licked her wet folds. Moving his tongue expertly around her clit before sucking it into his mouth, he then nipped at it, eliciting the most enticing noises from Carol. She began to undulate on the bed, raising her hips trying to press her pussy closer to his mouth.
“Still, angel. Lie still. Don’t move, or I’ll stop.” He pressed his hand to her stomach to still her movements. He heard her mewl in protest, but he just grinned.
Plunging his tongue deep into her pussy, he reached up with his free hand, and grabbed her breast, fondling and squeezing.
Carol’s head thrashed back and forth on the bed as she tried to hold her hips still. She felt as though she were running on the track toward a goal but couldn’t see the end, couldn’t find the finish. The pressure built until she thought she would explode.
Tom watched her in the throes of ecstasy as he kept his head between her legs. Just as it looked as though she could take no more, he tweaked her nipple as he suck hard on her clit.
Carol screamed out his name as she burst into a million pieces, her body trembling with the force of the orgasm. Panting, feeling boneless, she lay unmoving on the bed.
Tom stayed between her legs lapping at her juices. Goddamn, she is sweet. And she is mine. Standing, he quickly pulled off his jeans, toeing his shoes off in the process. Joining her on the bed before she could lift her head, he lay beside her, pulling her in tightly to his front.
Sated, Carol felt as though she couldn’t move until she felt Tom lift himself over her body, pressing his enormous cock between her legs. Suddenly, needing the feel of him inside overrode the need for rest.
Spreading her legs as wide as she could, she welcomed his cock into her waiting pussy. He entered slowly as always, giving her tight vessel a chance to acclimate to his size.
“More. Faster. Harder,” she panted.
“You sure, angel?” he asked, wanting desperately to slam into her.
“Tom, now!” she ordered.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, grinning as he pushed to the hilt. Her wet, slick pussy grabbed at his cock as he began pounding into her. Resting his upper body on his arms, he watched her breasts bounce with each thrust. Torn between not wanting to hurt her and wanting to pound her into the bed, he watched her face for a moment to gauge her comfort.
Showing no signs of discomfort, her eyes were closed in ecstasy as the feelings of her pussy grabbing his cock washed over her. The mouth job from earlier was exquisite, but the friction of his cock sliding in and out of her was going to be her undoing. Carol threw her arms back, grabbing the rails of the headboard as he continued to thrust. Higher and higher she climbed, reaching for something that was just outside of her grasp.
Leaning down to grasp a nipple in his mouth, he sucked it in deeply. Using his tongue to swirl around the beaded nipple, he then used his teeth to bite gently at the swollen tip.
That was all it took for Carol to go over the edge once again. The orgasm swept her over the precipice, taking her flying. Once again, screaming out his name, she could feel her inner muscles pulling at his cock.
Tom, so close himself, did not want it to end too quickly. Pulling out quickly, he heard her cry out as he left her willing body. He flipped her over on her stomach, pulling up on her hips.
“Up on your knees, angel. Grab the headboard and hang on,” he ordered.
Carol allowed him to take complete control, bringing her hips up and wrapping her fingers around the rails again.
Tom slammed into her soaking wet pussy once again. The force moved her forward in the bed. He grabbed her hips firmly to hold her still, pounding in and out. For a fleeting second, the sexual exploits Tom had had over the years with many partners flew through his mind. Never. It’s never felt like this. Perfect. Right. Connected.
All thoughts left his mind at that moment as her tight pussy continued to pull at his cock. Feeling his balls tighten, he knew his release was imminent. Reaching around her body, he grabbed her clit with two fingers, tweaking just enough to bring her to an orgasm again. Screaming out a third time, Carol came harder than she had ever come before. Still holding onto the bedrails, she was pounded several more times from behind until she could feel Tom’s release.
Head thrown back, neck straining, he yelled as his seed filled her waiting cunt. Pulsing several more times, he emptied himself. Crashing down on her back, he barely had the energy to roll off of her, pulling her once again into his body.
Both breathing in great gulps of air, bodies sweating, they lay entwined for several moments until their heartbeats slowed.
Massive arms wrapped around her tiny frame, and she felt protected. Safe. Loved. I want this forever. I want him forever.
Tom cradled her body into his, willing her to be as close as possible. Knew this felt different. Know this is different. This woman is it. This woman is forever.
Tom leaned down to grab the covers, pulling them up over their cooling bodies. Tucking the sheet and blankets around her, he then tucked her body in tightly to his. Kissing the top of her head, he began to drift off to sleep.
“I feel your heart beat.”
Smiling as sleep overtook him, he replied, “It beats for you.”
Chapter 16
Carol and Laurie’s friendship grew as they got to know each other slowly. It took several weeks, but Rob’s persistence had paid off and he and Laurie were dating. Laurie was understandably cautious given Rob’s reputation, but Carol was convinced that Rob was in love with Laurie, and she couldn’t be happier.
As she and Laurie’s friendship grew, they shared more and more of their past. Laurie opened up about her childhood and becoming an orphan at the age of twelve. She admitted that she did not know anything about her father since she was the product of a one-night stand. Carol admitted her eating disorder and some of her childhood tales.
Their schedules were slightly similar, so they had time off of work to enjoy each other’s company. After a couple of years working the graveyard shift, Carol found that she liked working days. Instead of running or exercising in the afternoons, she switched to running in the early morning. An early riser by nature, she would begin her runs as the sun was coming up. Seeing the sun rise over the mountains in the background was the perfect start to her day. With a park next to her apartment building, she had a great place to run and still be close to home. She could run and be back in time for her and Laurie to share breakfast before they headed off to work.
Carol followed this routine for several weeks, starting to notice the same early morning runners out with her. There was an instant camaraderie amongst runners. Each would wave as they passed on the trails. Runners just seem to understand and respect other runners.
Carol began her run as usual; stretching, then slow jogging, working her way up to a run as she followed the trails. A
fter a while, she could hear the pounding of feet coming up behind her. Moving over to the right side of the trail, she made room for the runner to pass her. The footsteps got closer but never overtook her. She could feel the hairs on her neck prickle as she realized that the runner had come up right behind her and was just staying there. Deciding to slow her pace to encourage them to move on around, she slowed down just a little and then more. The footsteps pounding the pavement behind her kept pace with her.
Unnerved, she spared a glance over her shoulder. A mid-sized man with dark hair underneath a ball cap was running about 5 feet behind. She couldn’t see his eyes since they were behind dark sunglasses. He did not wave. He did not smile. He stared straight ahead at her.
Speeding up, she could feel panic set in when she realized that he kept pace with her at whatever speed she was running. Almost home. Almost home. Coming around the last curve of the trail, her apartment building loomed in front of her. Thank you, Jesus.
She veered off quickly, breaking her normal routine. Instead of slowing down, then walking, then stretching, she barreled through the door and up three flights of stairs flying through the front door, collapsing on the floor, gasping for breath, frightening Laurie.
“Oh, my god. What’s wrong?” Laurie yelled, crouching by Carol on the floor.
Between pants, Carol tried to explain. “Man was…following…couldn’t lose him…wouldn’t…pass.” Carol turned on her side, rubbing her cramping legs.
Laurie grabbed Carol’s cell phone, finding Tom’s number.
“Mornin’, angel. Wishin’ it was your body I was wakin’ up to and not just a phone call,” Tom answered sleepily.
“Tom, it’s Laurie.”
Tom woke immediately. “What’s wrong?”
“Carol just came in from running. She is in the floor right now. She says a man followed her on the trails.”
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