by Lee, Lenise
Jackson’s tongue worked at my lips again then made a quick plunge down the front of my full breasts. I pulled in a swift and deep gulp of air when the intense warmth of his mouth landed on one of my plump mounds. He latched onto the plentiful D-cup and sucked hard at my titty as his tongue playfully rolled over the chocolate nipple hiding beneath the cotton fabric there.
When the bud protruding in his mouth had puckered high and to maximum hardness, Jackson bit down gently and my legs tightened around his waistline. He dipped his right hand under the hem of my skirt and cupped my ass firmly within his rough palm, squeezing the soft and ample skin there. With his free hand, he yanked at the part of the dress that still covered my other breast until the other mocha colored mound fell heavy over the top of the strapless dress. Once freed, Jackson quickly commenced with massaging and rolling my large dark nipple between his thick fingers.
He released the breast that he was suckling only long enough to use his chin to nudge the other half of the top of the dress downward. When I looked down and caught sight of both of my big breasts exposed in front of me, I became aroused by my own sensuality. I arched my back and thrust my chest up as an offering for him to take more of me. When Jackson made no move to reclaim me into his mouth, a hint of self-consciousness started to make its way into my thoughts. I removed my hands from around his neck to make a motion to cover myself.
“No,” he whispered before I could do so. “Please don’t. I just wanted to look at you for a minute. I wanted to take in how beautiful you are…you’re so beautiful, Janay.”
Instead of covering my chest, I buried my fingers in the silky long locks of his light brown hair and pulled his face to the deep valley between my breasts. The instant his face found rest there, his tongue started to work long wet strokes as he lapped at my skin, slick with perspiration.
“Mmm, Jackson, I want you…I want you inside me.”
I could hardly believe that I had voiced those words aloud. Yet, the feel of his hard cock stuffed in my tight channel was all I could think of at this moment. He was all I wanted, all I desired.
He switched hands so that his right was now holding my full weight while his left hand went under my dress and eased its way under the lining of my panties.
My eyelids slid shut as two thick fingers slid inside my slick pussylips and worked in and out of my dripping hole.
“Oh…baby…you’re sooo wet…mmm,” he mouthed against the inside of my breast as his mouth planted soft kisses down my stomach.
“Wet for you…just for you,” I managed to breathe out slowly between soft pants. I was completely consumed by his fingers’ fast assault on my cunt hole.
“I need to have you right now, Janay…or I’m gonna’ burst.”
“Yes…now…right now…please.”
Jackson placed me back on the floor and I was barely able to hold myself up. He bent down and used both hands to delicately pull my panties from over my hips and down my legs so that I could step out of them. He placed a lingering kiss on the inside of each thigh, making sure to bite down and suck with enough force to cause a small purplelish-red bruise to form on each one.
He looked up at me, flames dancing in his eyes.
“This is so you won’t forget about tonight. I want you to remember all of this when the morning light comes. I want you to remember me.”
With that said, Jackson shoved the soaked material of my panties into his back pocket. When he stood to unbutton and unzip his jeans, I wasn’t quite prepared for the size of his manhood. He released his phallus from beneath dark blue boxers and Jackson’s hard cock stood straight out, harder than a rock, and the glint at the tip was a clear sign that he was already dripping big drops of pre-cum.
As I stood wondering if his massive length and girth would even fit inside of me all at once, he sheathed himself and I immediately missed looking at the size and shape of his naked cock. I wondered if he would taste sweet in my mouth and even sweeter sliding down my throat. The answer to that question would have to wait. Jackson quickly lifted me off of my small feet and buried himself between my legs and my bosom again. I loved how this man felt – strong and sturdy – holding me tight as if I were the only woman that mattered to him. My fingers made fast work of unbuttoning his top and flinging each side of the shirt over his hard round muscular shoulders. I had to feel his hot flesh in my palms.
While his heavy and wet pink tongue flicked and lapped at my erect brown nipples, switching from left to right, teasing each in turn, I felt his movements at my center. He shifted his heavy weight between my thighs and pushed his dickhead at my tight hole. After a few gentle nudges, my moist hole opened up just enough for the fat head of his cock to slip through. As he pumped slowly and evenly at my hole, my walls clamping down with a tight grip around the wide width of his round head, Jackson completely engulfed my plump left breast into his hot and smoldering mouth. The sensation of the pointed tip of his tongue wiggling against the sensitive and highly aroused skin of my nipple combined with the quickening pace of his strokes caused me to throw my head back as I allowed his masculine consumption of my body to sweep away all my cares. I felt my thick juices coating the perfectly round bulb of his cock and his thick rod growing even more rigid as my slickness started to slip down and cover his long shaft completely.
His breaths quickened, and a small guttural growl escaped his throat as Jackson pushed hard up my pussy. The forceful motion opened up my pink center wide to his extended length and massive girth. As his dick stretched me to new limits, I could feel the slight curve of his nine-inch length filling me up almost up to the womb. I made a small cry as Jackson’s cock claimed my dripping cunt as his own. My short nails dug deep into the sweaty skin of his hard back. I clung to him while the sweet abrasiveness of Jackson sliding his thick rod back and forth forced his cock up to the tip of my cervix. He was making sure to caress every inch of the soaked walls of my channel, driving me further up against the wall he had pinned me against.
I gasped and panted as Jackson held me up, my legs spread wide open, his cock fucking me deep. I wanted – needed – more of him inside me, pounding me, stretching me, making me feel alive and wanted, desired beyond all comprehension.
“Say my name, Janay,” he said and drove his cock in up to the hilt.
I dug my nails further into his shoulder blades. There was a slight trickle of wetness as I felt the skin there break open a little, and I heard Jackson moan at the sensation.
“Say it!” He commanded again.
“Jackson,” I breathed out heavy, not even sure if the word was audible to his ears
“That’s it baby. Now tell me you’re mine…tell me, Janay,” he pleaded softly.
“I am…I’m yours.”
“Do you feel it, baby? Do you feel our connection? Please tell me you do.”
“I do…ooo…I do.”
Whatever link that ran as a shiver over my body before I entered the bar tonight, whatever bond that drew my eyes over to Jackson, whatever destiny we had together was being sealed into place forever by this moment of reckless abandon.
With my confession given to him, Jackson drove even deeper inside my aching pussy. He pumped with frenzy until I felt that telltale cramping of my stomach. My soaked walls locked down hard on his cock and Jackson pushed his dick further up my cunt like a determined lover, not easily satisfied until we had both had a powerful release.
Just when I felt my swollen cervix about to spasm and squirt, Jackson set me down on the floor and spun so that I faced the wall. His palm on my back urged me to bend forward while his other hand lifted my left leg over his thigh. He buried his cock up my pussyhole with one long and eager stroke and I nearly collapsed as my heated channel splashed a thick milky orgasm down the shaft of his dick.
While I melted away in the euphoria of my own orgasm, Jackson’s hands gripped both of my plumped and sweaty breasts and fucked me fast and hard from behind. The heaviness of his balls slapped viciously against my soaked lip
s of my pussy. His left hand took over gripping both of my breasts at once while he used his right hand to pull at my neat bun, causing my hair to flare out around my shoulders. Jackson fisted a handful of my wavy hair and hammered me until I felt his back stiffen. Once…twice…three more times he managed to force his hard cock inside me before I heard him growl out loud, and then felt the heat of his heavy stream of semen splashed up inside my tender core.
An unexpected crash of glass shattering against the wooden floor of the bar area called both of our attentions away from our perfect climax and pulled us back to reality.
5
Jackson’s arm shot up around me and then he eased me to the side, closer to the manager’s darkened glass door.
He used his other hand to push his hair, slick with heavy sweat, away from his eyes and forehead. He angled his large frame closer to the edge of the alcove, where the secluded space opened into the main back hallway. When he was sure that I was completely concealed from any roaming eyes that might be passing by this way, Jackson arched his head so that he could peer around the corner and catch a glimpse at whatever the source of the commotion was.
When he didn’t report back to me fast enough, I slid myself alongside the wall and chanced a peak around the corner as well. Whatever was going on in the main meeting room wasn’t visible from this spot. There was a group of patrons at a table about twenty yards directly in front of us and they all had their heads pointed to their left and our right. Someone had turned the lights up a bit brighter and turned the music down significantly, though the muffled bass was still strong enough to filter back down the hall to where Jackson and I stood watching and waiting. I wondered where Rita was and if she were all right.
“John Junior, you son-of-a-bitch,” Harry’s voice thundered out loud, “I aught to slap you silly.”
Whomever he had been speaking to was inaudible to us at this distance. All I could make out was a small indecipherable whimper.
“Not get over there and clean up that mess you done made.”
There was padding of heavy footsteps and then the lights dimmed a little again. The friends at the table went back to their conversation as the volume of the speakers lifted back to regular levels.
“It’s okay. It’s just a local buffoon causing trouble again.” Jackson’s voice was reassuring.
He caressed away the gooseflesh that had formed up the length of my arms and then added a warm kiss at the curve of my shoulder.
I couldn’t readily reply to his tender coddling because the sudden distraction had finally shaken me loose of whatever enchantment this man and the stimuli of this new environment had held me under. All at once, every minute of the past two hours hit me hard. It was like I had been plunked on the head. I looked down at my fully exposed and perspiration covered breasts and my hiked up dress. I became aware of the moist ends of my hair dragging across my shoulders.
Oh my…what had I just done?
My head cocked up and I stared blankly at Jackson.
“Janay, what’s wrong?” His handsome face was awash with confusion and concern. He looked me over carefully from head to toe. “Did I hurt you?”
All I could manage to do was to shake my head no. I was in absolute disbelief over the act that I had just participated in. Yet, I was completely voluntary in my role in how this scene played out. He had done nothing wrong but I still couldn’t stand there any longer in his presence while the heavy waves of shame and uncertainty started to barrel over top of me.
As quick as I could manage, I snatched my top, pulled the hem of my dress down, and bolted toward the light of main hall as if I were on inline skates. As I fled, I heard Jackson fumbling with his jeans and shirt. I wouldn’t have much time to make it out the door and back to the car. I needed to find Rita fast and get away from this place in record time.
Once back onto the main entertainment floor, I turned my head left and then right, trying to spy out my girlfriend. When I saw her hovering in the same area of the bar that I had last seen her, I don’t think I had ever been so happy to see the shimmering flash of her light blond hair.
The evening crowd had ballooned to maximum capacity and I had to push my way through throngs of patrons. Some were dancing small steps on whatever vacant piece of floor they could find and others were just standing in the midst of the pack with drinks and making conversation with other partygoers. I stopped just behind an unusually tall Native American looking man. He was one of several guys that Rita was entertaining and he just happened to be the one who was closest to her proximity, standing directly in front of her and blocking my way. Whether he didn’t see me or simply chose not to step to the side, I wasn’t sure. Either way, it didn’t matter at the point. I had come to retrieve my friend and hit the road and there was little that anyone, even this gigantic man, was going to be able to do to stop me.
I used my elbow to give him a poignant nudge and he peered down at me in stunned disbelief.
“Excuse me,” I said with a small smile.
My hand darted forward and clasped Rita around her tiny wrist.
“Hey!” She exclaimed at my sudden movements. Then her features focused in to recognize that it was me and her flurry of agitations down-shifted a few degrees.
“Jae, what is it? Why are you grabbing me?”
“We need to go – now,” I yelped out, trying to keep my voice as calm as I was able to, given my frenzy.
“Leave now? What for? It’s only getting started in here.”
I knew my window of escape was closing at an accelerated rate. We had to start moving soon if we were to make it out of here without Jackson spying me out in the crowd.
“Give me the key,” I said while pulling her with me through the thick throng.
“Jae, slow down. Tell me what’s going on,” her voice was low under the combined cluttered noise of the people mixed with the music.
Having finally made it to the front exit, I stopped and opened my hand in expectation of having the rental car key placed there.
“I’ll tell you later. Can you please give me the key so we can go?”
I assume the urgency in my voice was starting to filter through her brain loud and clear. Without further hesitation, she dug into her small clutch bag and handed me the silver key. I made quick steps across the packed parking lot, dodging pointed car fenders and stepping around cattycornered rear bumpers, and eventually located our small vehicle at the further rear of the tightly cramped lot, which had been practically vacant only a few hours beforehand.
I pushed the remote button on the key and I heard the click of the passenger and driver’s side doors pop open. Rita was only a few steps behind me and – thankfully – hadn’t asked me any new questions. She plopped down into the right side seat while I made quick steps around to the left side. I strapped myself under the seatbelt, put the key in the ignition, turned the engine over, and swerved out of the parking space and back onto the road. As the wheels of the car rolled onto the paved highway, I snuck another fast look back at the Crystal Springs Lounge. My heart stammered as I saw Jackson come bolting through the old door. Under the fading glow of the overhead sign, I caught a glimpse of him waving his head from side to side, searching out the space of the parking lot. When his gaze landed on our car, I hit the gas and blazed a trail back toward the direction of our lodgings, desperately hoping to put the night’s events as far behind me as possible.
An hour plus later and I was toweling myself off after a nice steamy bath in the bathroom adjacent to our cozy suite. I threw on my gray sweatpants and white A-shirt and then threw myself across my queen-sized bed and flung the quilt over my head. There was nothing so consoling as an oversized mattress and a warm blanket.
“Okay, Jae…spill it,” Rita’s voice punched through the thick material of the quilt.
When I didn’t reply, she padded across the floor and yanked the top half of the cover off of me. I kept my eyes closed, trying to avoid her harsh stare.
“Are you g
oing to tell me what happened tonight or not?”
“Not,” I answered hoarsely behind sealed lashes and reached up blindly to seek out the top half of my blanket.
Rita dropped the edge of the blanket and I was delighted to be concealed beneath its dark enclosure.
“Whatever, Jae. I don’t know what’s getting into you lately, but I hope you straighten up soon. You’re not acting like yourself.”
I heard the lamp click. In the midst of the darkness, Jackson’s smiling face and dazzling blue eyes flashed across my mind. I had to stick my hand between my legs to keep my throbbing nub from pulsing too hard. Our story had concluded. My hurried escape had to be the end of the whole affair. I rolled over to try to push my need to touch him again and feel his presence close to me far away from my forethoughts. After a few restless minutes, my mind floated away to a cavernous sleep.
6
Promptly at eight in the morning, Rita and I were pulling up to the Royal Pavilion Hotel and Suites, where our weeklong seminars were to commence on this bright and gorgeous Monday morning.
The sky was a perfect cloudless powder blue. It was beyond seasonably warm so I opted for my khaki knee pants and elbow length button up pink top and white casual sneakers. I didn’t really expect this conference to be any more formal than the last handful I had attended so I wasn’t too concerned about my highly casual choice of clothing. Plus, I didn’t want to see or wear another skirt or dress for the next few weeks or more, at the very least. That would be too much of a reminder of my first – and last – one night stand in the back of roadside dive. Rita had opted for a cute and very short sleeveless black sweater dress and low flat boots.