0 comments/ 22158 views/ 0 favorites Another Sleepless Night By: luvbanky It was another sleepless hot summer night. I rolled over in bed breathing another sigh of frustration as I glanced at the alarm clock and saw it was 2:27 am. It seemed hours had passed restlessly tossing and turning with yet another failed attempt to go to sleep. The moon was full peaking through the blinds. I was entwined in the sheets with one leg out to stay cool through the night. My nightshirt was twisted and loosely buttoned….my tanned breast were revealed by the moonlight and my nipples were very hard. I lay there a few moments tempted by the desire to touch myself and suddenly felt the urge to go outside and smoke a cigarette. I walked out of my apartment; it was dark with only the reflection of the moon on the swimming pool. There was a beautiful breeze and I walked over to the vine-covered pavilion overlooking the pool. As I walked around to the front of it, I was startled to see a male figure lying across one of the picnic tables under the pavilion. It was a familiar face and body. A guy I frequently had seen at my apartment complex. I had not been able to figure out his age but he was about 6 ft tall, blonde, tanned and very thin with muscular arms and legs…. often walking to the mailroom or laundry room with his shirt off and some baggy shorts. My guess was he was a college student. Every time our eyes would meet, he would sort of stop in his stride and glare at me, then look away. There was some kind of attraction there…not sure, but his beautiful piercing blue eyes would capture me and I wouldn't be able to look away for a moment… it was almost as if he was looking through me, behind my eyes. I would always say "Hi" first, and then he would smile and say hi. I knew he was shy because he would only say Hi, or "how are you doing?," always in a cautious way sensing he was nervous about a real conversation. He had to have known I was older, but that didn't seem to matter. And there he was… lying on one of the tables under the pavilion, smoking a cigarette. I felt a rush of heat run through my body and I started to turn and walk away but then he saw me. I guess I startled him too because he jumped up from the table and sat up with his legs propped up on the bench part of the table. He grinned as he blew out his smoke and said… "Well, what are YOU doing here this time of morning?" "Another sleepless night," I explained as I put the cigarette in my mouth. He jumped off the table and said… I'll do that for you. The flame from his lighter revealed his beautiful blue eyes to me once again; I said thanks and smiled back at him. He walked back over to the table to resume his position on the top of the table. I only had my nightshirt on and was barefoot. He said… "I guess you weren't expecting to see anyone out here by the way you are dressed, or should I say NOT dressed?" He mumbled with a grin. Our eyes met and we laughed as I shook my head. I curled up in a chair under the pavilion resting my head on the back of the lounge chair. He couldn't keep his eyes off my legs. He thought I hadn't noticed but I did. We talked for awhile and I asked him what his name was. He said, my name is Max and I am a college student. I told him I figured he was. He said he had noticed me here at the apartment before. I said "Yes, I caught you checking me out" He grinned and seemed embarrassed. Then he said "well, you are very beautiful and sexy and you look very nice sitting there in the moonlight." I didn't say anything and I didn't feel nervous. I smothered my cigarette, got out of my chair and slowly walked over to him. I could tell by the look in his eyes that wanted me to come closer. He leaned back on his hands….as I touched his lips with my fingers and slowly slid my hands down his chest and beautiful stomach. My other hand was rested on his thigh. He had just slipped on his shorts to go outside without buttoning them. They fly lay open as if to be inviting me to touch him. I slid my finger inside his boxers just a little to tug on them and tease him a little as I slipped my tongue in his mouth. He touched my cheek and ran his fingers down my neck and down my shirt to softly touch my breast and twist my very hard nipples while I was kissing him. He got very hot at that moment and took my face in his hands to suck on my tongue. I could feel the wetness between my legs and I was throbbing. I began pulling his shorts and boxers down past his knees to his ankles and pushed him back on the table. He was breathing heavy and was very hard. I knew what he wanted but I took my time. I rested my hands on his lower stomach and hips and lifted the head of his cock with my lips and tongue into the inside of my mouth gently biting and sucking just on the head of his cock. I did this for awhile and then he lifted his hips to push it further inside my mouth. I new he wanted more as I ran my hands up his inner thigh to touch him beneath his balls and massage them while I went down further on his cock. Then I stroked him with one hand as I slowly tried to completely consume him inside my mouth. I stroked him faster with my hands and sucked harder and he went crazy and finally collapsed on the table exploding in my mouth. He was sweating and completely out of breath. He lay there for a moment on the table and I turned to walk away…he said "please, don't go…I want to taste you…. I said, "let's go to my apartment." So he put his shorts back on and I led him back to my apartment. As we got to the bedroom, he pushed me on the bed and pulled my panties down, spreading my legs by grabbing behind my knees and pushing them up to my chest. He was being rough and I loved it. I felt his tongue deep inside me and thrusting my clit. He started unbuttoning my shirt. I was already so wet; it was hard to hold back. By then he was very hard again and began sucking on my nipples and my neck, then my tongue. He leaned back and turned me over pulling my ass up closer to him. He entered me from behind and I loved the way he felt inside me. He was so hard it was almost hurting me. He held on to my shoulders and moved perfectly and pushed harder and faster as we came together, collapsing on the bed and falling asleep. Another Sleepless Night It had been another sleepless night. I tossed, turned, and fought to ignore my arousal. Hard and throbbing, I wanted to release. Stimulated, I wanted touch, to be touched, felt, and held. My mind drifted through a slide show of previous scenes of sexual encounters, pleasurable and frustrating. I tried to shut them out, but grew more aroused, as they flood before me from the stores of distant memory. The blanket that covered me teased my naked body. My nipples hardened, as they scraped against the fabric as I moved, and it wound about me. Entwined with the blanket which had ridden up, my feet were bared and exposed to the cool air. I slid my hands down my body and tried to lift the blanket off me, but I did not want to leave the warmth it provided. My skin was tantalized. It danced under the light brushing callous touch of my hands and sent waves of excitement like electric shock through my body, as they ran down my chest, abdomen and thighs. I bent my knees and gently pulled my legs up and then pushed them back down straightening my legs in a slow kicking motion, to untangle the blanket and extend it to cover my feet. My cock leapt and twitched, under the light abrasion of the material moving across the head of my erection. With my feet recovered, I ran my hands back up my body and stopped for a moment to give my cock a gratuitous grab. It was hot to the touch and solidly erect. The head was bulbously swollen and fully defined. I touched it. I held it between my thumb, index and middle finger. I caressed the crease of it with my fingers, at the underside where it is seamed into the shaft, and is the most sensitive to touch. I wished my fingers to be your tongue. I wanted to feel the sensation of the warm moist friction of a forceful lick. I imagined you attentively, gratifyingly, holding me in your hands as you licked the crease, as if licking the frosting off a cup cake. My other hand seemed to move of its own accord, up to my neck, and clutched my throat. I envisioned that my head hanging off the edge of the bed, and you straddled my face ground your opening folds, like peddles of a daylily, in to my lips and tongue, as my hands held my cock. You steadied yourself by clutching my head protruding behind you with one hand and wrapped the other around my throat before you, as you swept and thrust back and forth across my face. My mouth was slathered with your nectar, while your swollen bud ran across the crests of my nose, lips, tongue, and chin. You vigorously thrust yourself back and forth until you erupted into orgasmic bliss. Before you fell forward over me, your hands moved to my nipples and twisted them hard simultaneously, and sent pleasing pain piercing through my body. Then you gently fell forward, and you were staring down my erection. You told me, "I want you to cum in my mouth." Then you tenderly lick it. You took the bulbous head between your lips and sucked on it, and then alternately licked and sucked it. I lapped at the juicy fluid that ran down your inner thighs and coated your exposed flower, using my fingers which occasionally penetrated you to hold it open as I retrieved your nectar with my tongue. My curiosity and boldness grew as I watched your asshole move before me. I licked it with a broad stroke, and then circled it with my tongue, while several fingers were deep within you. With a wetted finger I lightly pressed it. You pushed back and forced my finger into you. My tongue pressed against your bud, and you took my cock deeper into your mouth to the base. Your whole body moved and your hips shifted, as you pulled your head back up so that the tip of my cock was at your lips. Your clitoris danced on my tongue and your ass gyrated on my finger, while you continued rapid long strokes on my cock, as if you were trying to induce whiplash. Within moments without warning, hot semen spurt into your mouth. You were nearing another orgasm and thrust violently on me, until you erupted. I was enthralled by the thought of it all and wanted to do it with you. I couldn't wake you up. I wanted to masturbate, but didn't want to alone. The thought of doing so felt like cheating, and I at least wanted to share it with you. I twisted my nipples hard and held one between my thumb and finger, and my other hand held my cock until the alarm clock sound, and then rose for work.