by Amy Brent
He said, “As the old song says, I had the time of my life.”
I was blushing like a schoolgirl.
I could feel the heat in my cheeks…
My breasts…
My… my… my…
I swallowed the big lump in my throat and said, “Well… that’s… good… I mean…”
“And then I woke up alone.” He took a step back and sucked in a quick breath, our tender moment put on hold. “Can I be honest with you now, Amy?”
My head bobbed heavily on my neck in his direction. I wanted him to touch my cheek again. My lips ached for his. “Yes, please.”
“I haven’t been very happy lately, either,” he said, glancing down at the cement between his feet. “I mean, I know, I shouldn’t whine given how blessed I am, the money and all that, but lately, well, I’ve just been…”
“Lonely?” I said the word because it was how I felt most of the time.
He glanced up at me with a sad smile on his lips. “Yeah. Lonely. I’ve been looking for something more… someone more…”
“Someone more what?”
He stepped closer.
I held my ground.
He put his fingertips on my cheek, then cupped my chin in his hand.
“Someone more… like you.”
Without another word, he leaned in and softly pressed his lips to mine. The heat coming from his mouth started melting the ice that had formed around my heart for so many years. My body flushed with his aura. I was warm all over, from head to toe. I felt my nipples plump in the sports bra. Juices started to mix with the sweat between my legs. When he pulled back from the kiss, I could see a happy woman in his eyes.
He held up the mask again and smiled. This time I took it and clutched it between my breasts. Regardless of what the future held for us, that mask would always symbolize the happiest night of my life.
At least so far.
“Well?” he asked, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his arm. “Can we go inside now? Before we melt out here in the heat?”
“Yes, let’s go inside,” I said, taking his face between my hands for another kiss. “And maybe take a nice cold shower.”
“Any shower with you would not be cold,” he said.
I smiled and took his hand.
“Come on, let’s find out.”
Chapter 17: Isaac
I barely noticed the large doorman giving us the evil eye as Amy dragged me across the lobby to the elevator that would carry us to her apartment. I barely noticed the inside of elevator, as well, because we were making out like a couple of horny teenagers the moment the doors slid closed.
We weren’t shit-faced now, so Amy was keenly aware of the video camera located in one corner near the ceiling. She knew the doorman had the video monitor at the front desk and was probably watching us like a Peeping Tom. We did some pretty passionate kissing, but kept our hands to ourselves. At least until we were out of the elevator and inside her apartment.
Amy strutted in front of me toward the bathroom, stripping off her sweaty running clothes as she went, playfully tossing them over her shoulder at me. I ignored her Spandex pants, t-shirt, and sweaty sports bra, but when her wet panties hit me in the face, I clutched them to my nose like a bunch of wildflowers and inhaled deeply. The mix of salty sweat and sweet pussy juices made me smile.
“Get those clothes off and get your big cock in here,” she ordered as she opened the glass shower door and stepped inside. The shower was big enough for four people, expensively tiled with jets along the walls and a large rain shower head above. Amy turned on the water and leaned back to let the cool shower wash the sweat from her hair.
I paused to take in every inch of her body, committing it to memory so I could imagine it clearly in my dreams—or when I was doing other things. I licked my lips as I watched her soaping up her big titties and bush, sliding the soap between her pussy lips and around to her sweet ass. Beautiful. Seductive. Fucking amazing. In my mind she was moving in slow motion. I took my time getting undressed, but didn’t take my eyes off her body. Her nipples were like big raspberry candies on round melons of white. Her clit was swollen beneath the veil of neatly trimmed curls.
My cock was so hard it ached, screaming to be set free. I tugged off my shirt and kicked off my boots and socks, then shimmied out of my jeans and underwear. My cock bounced free like a divining rod on the hunt for fresh water. Or clean pussy.
I stepped into the shower and closed the door, then moved in close to Amy with my hands waxing circles around her soapy tits. My mouth found hers, then our tongues began to duel. She sucked on my tongue like it was a cock, pulling it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it until I could feel it in my balls.
She took my cock in her soapy hands and started sliding them back and forth along the nine-inch shaft, squeezing the head, making my toes curl with every stroke. Her left hand found my balls, then slid underneath to tease my taint.
“You feel so good,” she said, biting at my ear as the water came down over us. “I love your hard cock… I don’t ever want to let it go.”
“I may need it occasionally,” I said as my hands soaped their way around to her tight ass. My fingers dug in and pulled her close. She held my cock tightly and swirled the head around her clit and between her lips.
“I want your big cock inside me now,” she said, hands working me to the brink. My fingers slid between her legs. Her pussy was hotter than the water coming from the shower. My fingers glided inside her. Her moans echoed off the walls.
“Fuck me from behind,” she said, letting me go and turning her back. She braced her palms against the wall and stuck out her ass. “Fuck my pussy, Isaac… hard… like before… hurry… before I die…”
The shower filled with steam that coated our bodies with a film of sweat as I put my hands on her hips and guided my cock toward her waiting pussy. Her asshole winked at me. I smiled and brushed it with my soapy fingers. We’d become better acquainted later on. For now, I wanted the wet heat of her cunt suctioning my throbbing cock.
I held my cock steady and pushed the bulbous head to her hole. She was hot and wet with her own juices and soap, well-lubed and ready to please. I slid in easily one inch, then two, then three… When the tip of my cock hit her innermost wall, I dug my fingers into her ass and started rocking my hips back and forth. I watched my cock disappear and reappear inside her. Her hole stretched to accommodate me. It held on tight when I withdrew, then welcomed me back for another thrust.
“Oh… fuck…” Amy moaned, her head bowed. I reached around and clutched her big titties as they hung from her chest, keeping my hips moving, feet firmly planted. Amy pushed her ass toward me and growled like an animal in heat. “Faster… Isaac… fuck me… hard… fast… make me… cum… make me… cum… hard…”
I grabbed her sides and sped up the motion of my thrusts, hammering into her so hard her big tits swung like melons. I could feel the heat in my balls, lava flowing, the eruption building… I was going to cum and cum hard, but only when Amy was…
“Ready…” she whispered urgently. “Oh… fuck… yes… yes… yesssssss….”
Amy bucked her ass against me as she came, gushing hot juices out over my cock and balls like a dam about to break. The moment I felt her pussy spasm around my cock, I literally exploded inside her. I pushed in as far as I could go and tightened my muscles as I filled her with what felt like gallons of hot cum. My body shook hard against her.
Amy screamed and came again.
And again.
And again.
“Holy… shit…” she moaned after she finally caught her breath. She glanced back over her shoulder at me and flashed a devious smile. Her hair was soaked and in her eyes. With my cock still deep inside her, I pulled back her hair between my hands and gave it a playful tug.
“That was fucking… amazing…” I said, panting the words.
“Yes…” Amy sighed happily. “Fucking… amazing… fucking.”
> I smiled and stepped back so she could straighten up and turn toward me. My cock slid from her and dangled happily between my legs, pacified at least for the moment.
“I am so glad you showed up,” she said, putting her arms around my neck and pulling my lips to hers. “You saved me from having a very lousy weekend.”
“I’m glad I showed up, too,” I said, pulling her close. I put my hands on her cheeks and tilted her eyes to mine. “Don’t ever run away from me again. Do you understand? Ever.”
“Don’t worry, my prince,” she said with a dreamy smile. “Your Cinderella ain’t going anywhere.”
EPILOG: Amy
That long afternoon shower turned into a long night of passion, which turned into a long weekend, which turned into… well, you get the idea. By Monday morning we both knew we had something special. And I don’t mean just the sex, which was out of this world. I thought drunken sex with Isaac was good. Holy moly, he was even more impressive when we were both sober! There was no use denying that there was a definite spark between us, one that held the promise of growing into a massive bonfire, if we just kept fanning the flames.
There was more…
I know this is going to sound crazy, but the conversations we had before and after the sex were almost as satisfying as the sex itself.
Almost…
I know, I sound like a total nerd and maybe I am, but we not only connected sexually, but mentally, as well. That’s one of the reasons most men held little fascination for me. I like a nice cock, but I would prefer it come with a nice brain attached to it.
Sadly, that was rarely the case.
Most men had one or the other.
Nice cock or nice brain.
Either or.
Take your pick.
Then there was Isaac Hanson.
He was the total package.
Great cock, great brain, good golly Miss Molly…
He laughed when I told him that and said we were just two sexy nerds with high IQ’s and high sex drives. I told him he was a genius. He said we both were.
We bonded quickly, like we had been together for years. It was as if we had both been searching for something special to build our lives around and we had finally found it in each other. We had just approached it from two completely different directions. I had to get there on my own time, after dealing with my own issues, and so did Isaac.
I think our relationship served as proof that money and success couldn’t buy true happiness. And brains didn’t count for much when it came to matters of the heart.
We could have been two broke people in a ratty apartment and we woud have felt the same way about one another.
Don’t get me wrong.
Money is nice, but it will not keep you warm at night.
Or wake you up by poking a boner in your back in the morning.
In the ensuing months we didn’t make a big deal about our relationship. I mean, it wasn’t like we were Brad and Angelina and the world was holding its breath to see what we would do next.
Granted, he was a tech billionaire and I was a successful woman, but nobody really cared that we were a couple.
I mean, really, did you give a crap when you heard Mark Zuckerburg or Elon Musk or even Bill Gates was getting married?
Neither did I.
Until it came my turn to say, “I do.”
THE END
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Extra Steamy Bonus Scene: Isaac
I began to move, but Amy quickly pushed me back down, her strength surprising me. She gave me a wicked smile, slipped off the couch to kneal between my legs, and began to unbuckle my belt.
“Let’s see if he wants to come out an play,” she said, winking at me.
I watched her fingers work expertly, unbuttoning and sliding my pants and boxers down in one quick motion. This was definitely not her first time, and when she looked up at me, blue eyes meeting mine, a wide smile on her face, she proved it with a quick flick of her tongue against my cock.
She squeezed me, my cock pulsating in her hand. And when she took me into her mouth, my head fell back and a loud sigh escaped from my lips.
Those fucking lips, that tongue teasing me as she sucked, her nails grazing the inside of my thighs, I felt like I was going to explode right there and then. It was all I could do to hold back, keep my head in the game, and the more she worked, the harder it was.
My hand reached down to her head, and she gently brushed it away, letting me know that this was her show, not mine. She knew what she was doing and didn’t need any coaxing from me. She grazed my cock with her teeth, softly, the mix of little pain and so much fucking pleasure making me groan.
And just before I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore, she let my cock slide out of her mouth. She stood up, gazing at me with those mischievous eyes, looking at me like she was a hungry wolf and I was her prey. She slowly slid her skirt up so I could see her drenched panties, then slid them down her legs, slowly stepping out of them.
“You’re gorgeous,” I stammered.
She giggled. “You’re only saying that because you know what I’m about to do,” she said, straddling me. My cock was sandwiched between her pussy lips, and she slowly began rocking back and forth.
“No, I’m not,” I said over gusts of breath.
“Good,” she said, lifting herself up and grabbing my cock, guiding it toward her hole. “Because I would be disappointed otherwise.”
She slid down and buried me inside her, and my groans matched the gasp that rushed from her lips. I felt myself grow even harder inside her, and I didn’t know if it was because of how tight she was or the fact that she was clenching against me. I grabbed her ass, holding her down as I basked in the warmth and wetness that surrounded my cock.
“You gonna let me go so I can move?” she asked, a wicked smile on her face.
“In a second,” I said, giving her a goofy smile.
“Or maybe I should give you something else to keep your hands busy.” She slowly began to unbutton her blouse. Her melons tits loomed large before my eyes, packed into a black lacy bra that was just getting in the way.
“You’re not playing fair,” I said as she slid the blouse off and threw it to the floor.
“I never play fair.”
I reached up for the clasp between her tits, and as soon as my hands left her hips, she began to move against me. I closed my eyes for just a second; enough to let the feeling of her pussy shiver through my body. My fingers fumbled with the clasp, but finally it came unhooked and her beautiful breasts fell free. Her arms went already around my head, pulling me to her chest. I buried my face between her perfect tits, kissed them, used my tongue to draw circles around them as she began to ride me faster. I pinched her nipples, then took one between my lips and sucked hard until she moaned.
Amy’s hips started moving faster, and soon she was riding me like a bucking bronco. Her hips switched from bouncing up and down to sliding back and forth. Her huge breasts slapped against my face. She was grinding hard and fast, driving me crazy.
I reached down and found her clit, and that only made her move faster, her moans now full on screams. One orgasm after another shook her, but she didn’t stop. She wanted more. She begged me to keep doing what I was doing.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed her ass, squeezing hard as I lifted her up. She continued rocking against me, her legs wrapping around mine, and only when I turned her onto her back was I finally in control.
I fucked like there was no tomorrow. I slammed my cock inside her with just the same speed and vigor that she had shown me, her breasts flouncing, her arms over her head, her eyes tighly closed. Her legs clasped around my hips, pulling me in with every thrust, forcing me to fuck harder.
“Oh… fuck… Isaac!” she screamed. “I’m… cumming… again… don’t stop…
don’t… stop…”
The orgasm shuddered through her entire body, making her want more. She pulled me to her, wrapped herself around me, and shook against me as the aftershocks rocked her body and urged me onward.
“Slow down,” she said, trying to breathe. “You’re killing me...”
“You started this,” I said, kissing her neck, her cheek, her lips. Her eyes were closed, and the smile on her face was priceless. My tongue trailed down the line of her stomach and across her dark curls. My tongue lapped up her juices. She squirmed underneath me.
“Oh… now that… I like…” she moaned.
I grabbed her hips to stop her from moving and pushed my tongue between her lips, licking up and down, round and round, flicking against her clit and sucking it into my mouth. Her legs clenched around my head and her fingers twisted in my hair. I pushed two fingers inside her, and while I worked my tongue, I twisted and turned my fingers inside, finding her G-spot, driving her crazy. Her heels rubbed against my back. I felt her toes curl, and soon her legs were shaking against me, another orgasm coming hard.
I gave her a second to catch her breath. She looked up at me, her eyes barely open, then looked down at my hard cock. The head was round and red, looking as if it might burst.
“We need to take care of that,” she said. She grabbed me by the cock and pulled me to her. “Bring that monster here.”