0 comments/ 22983 views/ 1 favorites Delirious in Dallas Ch. 1 By: McTeach It was just past 11:00 a.m. as I closed the motel room door and strode down the sidewalk toward the Galleria. It was only a few blocks ahead and I could see the Weston Hotel attached to it jutting up against the steamy skyline. The Weston's bar is where I was heading, figuring a drink or three would help kill the hour and a half wait until I was going to meet my wife for lunch at a café in the mall. She was on temporary assignment here, and being a teacher, I was off for the summer and flew down for a week. It was June in Dallas, and the muggy heat shimmered up off the sidewalk in visible waves. Puddles across the sidewalk disappeared as I approached them, heat mirages. My sleeveless t-shirt clung to me like a second skin, and my jeans were glued to my legs by the humidity. Sweat stood on my forehead and arms. The air here was sensuous… sultry… almost alive with the ozone smell of impending thunderstorms. It was testosterone weather; where tempers and cocks both rode high. I entered the Weston's Bar and slid onto one of only two empty barstools. The air-conditioning hummed and sent chills along my bare arms, where the sweat still stood. Men and women filled most of the stools, eyes glued to the TV screen. Adding to the weather was the sports climate. The Dallas Stars had just won the Hockey title, and the Houston Rockets were presently engaged in game three of the NBA world Championship. I ordered a Jameson's 1680 on the rocks and glanced at the screen. I wasn't really a sports fan, but I had nothing else to do. A flash of yellow caught the corner of my eye. I turned in time to see a slim, young blonde woman approach the stool next to mine, the only empty one left. Long, luscious, swirling yellow-gold hanging all the way down her back. Black short dress, petite, slim, a nice little smile just turning up the corners of her lips. "Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked, with a slow drawl that sparked an ember inside me. "Not at all, In fact, I'd welcome the company. That is, unless you're planning on gluing your eyes to that damn TV screen like everyone else in here. "Where y'all from?", she asked, grinning. "California" "I thought so. You got that funny accent." I laughed, wondering if she thought my accent was as much of a turn on as I thought hers was. I doubted it though, as she was so young and cute, and I was middle aged. They tell me I'm handsome and somewhat young looking for my age, but 48 is still 48 and this girl couldn't have been much past 30, if even that. I decided to be bold and just come out and ask her. "And you think I talk funny." I replied with a grin, "Well, I suppose you're right, but I wonder if my 'funny California accent' affects you the way yours does me?" "I'm sure, sir," she replied with a wonderfully wicked smile, "that I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about." That little smile, the way one of the corners of her mouth raised up elicited a similar "raising up" of an altogether different part of my anatomy. Damn she's cute, I thought, as my eyes wandered down, taking in her whole appearance. Below the seductive smile was a slim, graceful neck that I wanted to bury my face against, to kiss, to lick, to bite gently until it brought, hopefully, shivers up and down her spine. And that hair… beautiful, lustrous, long, shining satin sheets of yellow gold that I wanted to wrap myself up in and spend the night—hell, the next week or two. Further down, a hint of cleavage under the slightly low cut top, not so much as to appear sluttish, just tastefully so. My mind translated that to tastily so, and I wondered what her nipples were like—pink or reddish brown, small or large, firm or soft. If I could ever get my lips on one of them I knew they'd be hard… gotta stop this… she's young and so cute, she could have her pick of any of the young, muscular jocks in this bar, and I'm just an older fellow with an overactive imagination. No way is she looking at me the way I'm looking at her. No way. My eyes continued their journey of imagination anyway. Slim waist with slight hips blossoming out from it. Her hands were clasped in the center of her lap, and I imagined snuggling my face there. And below that… where the hem of her short black dress had ridden up slightly because of her sitting on the bar stool—her feet dangling inches from the ground—equally slim but well-formed thighs, smooth, soft, and I was dying to touch them, yearning to stroke them, tickle them, and most of all, desperately wanting to feel the inside of each of them—one against each ear. She was just a little slip of a thing—not much, if any, over five foot-tall, and she couldn't have weighed more than about a hundred pounds or so. But what was unusual about her was that her legs were so long and lithe. A genuine set of those I want them wrapped around me twice kind of legs. Generally, shorter women tend to have short legs, but not this woman. The moment of silence became heavy, almost as heavy as the humid Dallas air that still managed to hang heavy in the air in spite of the air-conditioning, although at least the muggy air was cool. I reached up with my hand and wiped a bead of sweat from my forehead that had no business being there in the air-conditioned barroom. It was getting hot and sultry in here, but I knew it was from internal sources. I raised my face, embarrassed, when I saw that she had taken note of my roaming eyes. That wasn't like me. Sure, I notice nice looking women, but I rarely ogle like that—not so outwardly, openly, obviously. But this woman had an affect on me that was different. She exuded sexuality… no, not sexuality… not so sluttish as that. More like sensuality. Subtly, softly, with a touch of cuteness that reminded me of a six month old kitten. The impression of a catlike quality about her shimmered just under the surface. But it was there. Oh God, was it there. Cats are such sexy animals. Sleek, lithe, sinuous, yet soft and infinitely carressable. And they love a smooth caress, usually responding with a subtle enthusiasm, literally wrapping their softness and sleekness around your hand—the way this woman was, probably unintentionally and unknowingly, wrapping me around her damn little finger. My thoughts were deliciously interrupted by the electric charge of her fingernails brushing erotically along my left upper arm, and unexpectedly, I now saw in her expression that she had not been offended by my wandering gaze. In fact, her tongue flicked slowly across her lips and she smiled in a way that told me she had appreciated it. "What is this symbol?" she asked, staring at my upper arm intensely as her hand shifted from fingernails to fingertips, lightly exploring the tattoo. The electric shock went into high voltage as she continued to torture my skin with soft, delicate strokes and circles, lingering and touching longer than necessary, "It looks familiar". "Oh, my tattoo? It's called a Claddaugh. It's an ancient Irish symbol from the village where my dad's family is from. The hands represent friendship, the heart love, and the crown, loyalty. Her fingers slid down my arm and she took my hand and raised it a bit, staring at the gold band on my finger. "I've heard that. I'd sure like to be your friend, and I'm sure you have a good heart, but… I was kinda wondering about the loyalty part." My breath drew in sharply and the temperature in the room increased. Is it possible? Is this adorable young woman actually flirting with me? Inviting something? Does she feel the spark like I do? I didn't answer the question. I was too shocked by it, and my mind filled with possibilities and possible ramifications. She reddened slightly and dropped her hand back to her lap. I wanted it back! I had embarrassed her and I had to make amends. I noticed that she had not yet ordered a drink, as the bartender was oblivious to her entrance, his eyes glued to the game on the television set above the bar just as steadfastly as all of the customers' eyes were. How can that be? How could any man miss that lovely, lithe swirl of gold and black because of a goddamn basketball game!? "Can I, uh…" I asked with a stammer, "buy you a drink?" "I'd love one," she responded, "I'm parched. I'm not used to this mugginess." "I didn't think you were from around here," I said, "I mean, your accent has TEXAS stamped all over it in capital letters… but not Dallas. They sound more citified if you know what I mean, faster, and… less concentrated." "I'm from a small town I'm sure you've never heard of near Midland--West Texas. It's hotter there, but it's dryer. Not so humid." "I know what you mean. I'm not used to it either." I turned and cleared my throat to get the bartender's attention and raised my near empty glass. He sidled over, still watching the game over his shoulder. Finally, he turned around fully to face us. "What can I…" his voice freezing momentarily as he took her in as I had earlier, "…get you?" He didn't even glance at me. It was like I wasn't there. He was talking to me, but he wasn't taking his eyes away from her even for a moment, and he was smiling flirtatiously at her. I chuckled inwardly as I realized that he had somehow, entirely forgotten the game. "I'll have another 1680," I said, and glanced at her inquisitively. "I'll have what he's having" she stated and immediately returned that infuriatingly cute smile in my direction. The defeated intruder shrugged his shoulders and left to prepare the drinks. Apparently she had no interest in the studly, handsome, young bartender. Why? It suddenly flashed through my mind… She's a hooker! The black short dress. That's why she's interested in a middle-aged man like me! My mind raced through the possibility. No she's not. The accent. The embarrassment of lingering too long with her fingertips on my arm. The adorable, soft smile. No trace of greed, just interest. Sassy… but classy. The bartender returned with our drinks. We lifted our glasses and clinked them together before taking a sip. "Whoa," she exclaimed, "this stuff is strong…" taking another sip, "but it's really good. What is it? "I like to celebrate my cultural heritage, like the tattoo. It's Jameson's 1680, the finest Irish whiskey I've ever found." I took another sip and shifted on my stool to face her more directly. Something was happening and I wanted to see it through. She shifted also, her hem rising even a bit more as she did so, and faced me. She leaned in closer—close enough that I was becoming more intoxicated with her musky perfume than with the strong whiskey. I wanted to touch her badly. Her face, her slender neck. Everywhere. So what brings you here to Dallas?" "My wife's in banking. In fact, I'm supposed to meet her for lunch in about an hour in the mall. Anyway, she's been here for two months, and originally, she was flying home for the weekend every Friday night and flying back here on Monday mornings, but now, her work's gotten so intense that she doesn't have time to come home on the weekends anymore. Some kind of Y2K compliance thing. Her boss felt guilty and flew me out here for a week." The ringing of my cell phone interrupted the conversation. I unclipped it from my belt and glanced at the liquid crystal display before answering with the push of a button. The display showed my wife's work number here in Dallas. I pushed a button. "Hi Baby." A moment later the call was finished. "No lunch today," I said, replacing the phone on my belt, "important meeting." I would normally have been disappointed at the cancellation, but somehow, I wasn't this time. I didn't dream things would advance any further, but I was enjoying the company of this incredibly sexy woman. It was exciting. "That's too bad, I know what you mean. My husband's out here on business and I seldom see him. And when he finally gets through with work, he's pretty much exhausted." "Yeah. I'm a schoolteacher, and so I'm off all summer, and she's out here. It kinda sucks. But hell, now I'm out here and it's not much better. She's damn near working around the clock. "No, I'm mean too bad she can't meet you for lunch," she said with a subtle smile, "um, I don't suppose I could borrow your cell phone, could I?" I handed her the phone without comment and a moment later was hearing one side of a short, but startling, conversation. "Hi Honey, it's me, Sherry. I'm afraid I'm going to miss our lunch date today. I met the nicest person here in the mall and we're gonna go out for a shopping excursion." She clicked off the phone and handed it to me. Then, with a seductive smile as she placed her hand on my thigh, she spoke. "What's your name?" "Dave, but my friends call me Teach." "And you can call me Kitty. C'mon, let's go. My room's right upstairs." * * * * * The elevator door opened and we entered. Kitty pushed the button for the 17th floor and turned back to me, an inviting pout on her lips. I had to do it. I stepped closer, leaned over, and put my hands on her cheeks, lifting her face to mine. I kissed her and she responded, opening her lips to allow my tongue access. We kissed long and soft, exploring each other's mouths like a couple of virgins--tenuously at first, but steadily building in intensity. It was a wonderful kiss, and I didn't want it to end, but I cut it off anyway, just long enough to reach behind her and press the stop button on the elevator's control panel. She shivered in my arms as my hand slid slowly, lightly down her back and came to rest along the top of her beautiful ass… just about the finest little ass west of the Mississippi. The kissing resumed, but with twice the intensity; sensuous, steamy, sexual pressing of the lips, dancing of the tongues, and her palm came to rest on my chest. Currents jolted me as her hand described a circle that included both my nipples, enticing them to stand erect like tiny soldiers. The palm dropped to my groin and her tiny hand clamped itself onto my fully hard cock and squeezed, bringing me damn close to coming in my jeans. I backed her up to the wall of the halted elevator, placed a hand under each of her armpits and lifted, bringing her up to my face level before pressing her to the wall. She dropped her purse, wrapped both arms around my neck, and lifted her legs to encircle my waist. Her mound pressed against the aching bulge in my jeans and my hands, now free of having to hold her up, dropped to cup, knead, and squeeze both her ass cheeks. My God, I was burning up with desire. I don't know long it had been since I'd last been engulfed like this so quickly and completely. Her actions told me she felt the same. Her mound rubbed my crotch with a circular grinding and she turned her head aside, breaking off the kiss to bury her face against the side of my neck, biting softly, but intensely, between her moans. Those moans were electrifying to me, sounding a bit like a mewing kitten and I felt a moan of my own rising up into my throat as imagined fucking this delightful little Kitty. I reached further down, softly, teasingly, tracing the line of her black thong with my fingertips as it separated her cheeks. Finally, between her legs, I felt the wettest damn panties I'd felt in a long time. "Oh God," she sighed sharply, "put me down or I'm gonna come." "How about both?" I set her down on her feet, feeling a sight disappointment as her legs unfolded from my waist, but what I had in mind was pressing me on. Dropping quickly to my knees, I lifted the hem of her dress and pressed my face to her panties. Her musky woman juices were soaking through the thin silk, exhilarating me further with the aphrodisiac effect of her sweet animal smell. I extended my tongue, holding it hard, rigid—a smaller version of the cock I wanted to press into her later—and placed it against the bottom of her slit. I drew my tongue up slow and hard savoring the taste of her through the silk. It was wonderful. Delicious. Hot. Wet. She shivered uncontrollably and leaned back against the elevator wall, placing her hands on my cheeks and parting her legs to allow easier access. My tongue reached its goal and I could feel the hardness of her clit. I shook my head from side to side as fast as I could allowing my still firmly extended tongue to flick back and forth across her clit as rapidly as possible. Her moans were building, both in intensity and volume, and I hoped the elevator was reasonably soundproof. I couldn't wait any longer. Reaching up with both hands, I pulled the black thong down to her ankles, parted her lower lips with both thumbs, and pressed my face into her. Heaven. I inserted my tongue into her as far as it would go, pushing, prodding, twirling, exploring, but mostly, getting lost in the smell and taste of her musk. Kitty's hands tightened on my face as I raised my face back up to her clit. It was bare now, extended, and I encircled it with my lips to suck gently on it while my tongued flickered back and forth across it inside my mouth. "Oh my God," she cried out, her thighs trembling, "I'm gonna come!" That only encouraged me more. As my face danced on her clit, I slid my hands slowly and softly up the insides of her thighs until they reached her shaved bush. Pulling her lips apart was easy with just my left thumb, as she was so wet and hot and almost fully open already. Extending the middle finger of the right hand, I slid it up inside her—suddenly and without warning. She gripped it hard with her inner muscles, now bucking wildly against my face and hand. She came hard and intensely as I sucked, licked, and finger-fucked her. She cried out, even louder than before, while pushing my face against her thrashing pubic mound with both hands. When the bucking and grinding finally subsided and the cries and moans swindled to soft gasps and sighs, I lifted my face and looked at her, smiling. She indicated that I should stand by pulling my face upward. I did. She quickly bent, pulled up her panties, rose, and then put her hands back on my face. Pulling my face toward her own, I thought she was going to kiss me, but instead, she licked her own juices off my chin, lips, and moustache. What an incredible turn on that was. We were then interrupted by the sound of static as a scratchy voice issued from an overhead speaker mounted in the elevator's ceiling asking if we needed assistance. "No thanks," she answered brightly, "My husband was feeling nauseous and we just had to stop for a minute or two. Must have been something he ate. We're all right now, though." I pressed the button to continue up to the 17th floor. ********** to be continued... Delirious in Dallas Ch. 2 When the elevator doors slid open at the 17th floor, Kitty was smoothing out her dress and I was just slipping my handkerchief back into my pocket after wiping my face with it. Her face was flushed as we sidestepped between an older man and his wife, and I still had somewhat of a bulge in my jeans. I hoped it didn't show, but then, fuck it, I thought, we're both hundreds of miles from home and we'll never see these people again. The man stared at us with a wry smile, almost a leer, and I could tell he was wondering what, or perhaps, who, had gone down in that elevator moments before. I grinned down at Kitty and extended my left hand while I mused on the idea that the elevator might not smell the same to the older couple as it had the last time they rode in it. Kitty took my left hand with a quick squeeze, but with her own left hand, not with her right as I had expected, then she led me quietly down the hall. The unusual joining of hands forced me to walk somewhat behind her, and I gazed down at her lovely, lithe, little form beneath the short black dress. It seemed almost as though she was walking for me, rather than with me, with just the right amount of slightly exaggerated sway of the hips, causing those long, silken strands of honey to swirl the slightest amount around the blossom of her hips, and, causing my mind to swirl with thoughts of delectable delights to come. I realized then, that she had taken my hand with her left to ensure exactly that. It was no accident. She wanted me to enjoy the walk down the hall. I wasn't going to disappoint her on that one, and settled into a slow shuffle, designed to prolong the trip as long as possible. Kitty giggled, showing me that she knew exactly what I was up to and appreciated it. We finally reached room 1775 where she released my hand to extract a keycard from her purse. Leaning back against the door, she sighed a soft but sexy breath and stared up at me. "You sure you want to go on with this? I mean, I've never done anything like this before." I didn't answer. I just took her adorable little face in my hands and nodded." "We're both married, you know. It's not too late." I smiled and nodded again. The lock clicked as she inserted her card and a little green light came on just before she turned the handle and pushed the door open. Stepping in, I did a quick scan of the room; a king-sized bed, a small table with two chairs holding a half finished paper cup of coffee, a love seat, a closet door slightly ajar, a T.V. set, all the usual furnishings, and all tastefully complementing the mauve carpet and drapes. The door had hardly clicked shut when Kitty threw her arms around me, squeezed me hard, and burst into giggles. She had the cutest giggle… they just seemed to melt me. "Oh my Lord, did you see the look on that man's face?" Pulling her in close, I laughed with her. "Yes, I did. That was close, wasn't it?" "That was fantastic, is more like it," She pushed me back against the wall, "now it's your turn, Honey." I wasn't about to resist. She put a hand behind my head and pulled my face down to hers. Her other hand settled on my chest, palm outward, as though to hold me against the wall. Our mouths sought to know each other's, tongues probing, swirling, twirling, seeking, and searching. Teeth tugged and nipped at lips, soft bites and then a bit firmer. And all the while, those incredibly intense green eyes locked with my own. Then her lips tugged on my upper lip and her tongue slid across my moustache. "Oh, my…" she sighed, "I can taste myself on you." My eyes wandered over to the king-sized bed and my hands sought to enclose her, to lead her in that direction. She playfully slapped them away with her free hand and then shoved me back up against the wall. "Not yet, teacher-man," she purred, "this little kitty wants to teach you something first." Reaching down to my waist, she quickly pulled my t-shirt out of my jeans and pulled it up to expose my chest. Placing both palms on my chest, she pressed me firmly against the wall and brought her face against the humidity dampened skin of my upper belly. Her cheek felt hot and flushed as it touched my skin lightly, and she began to move it around a bit, so lightly as to tickle somewhat and cause the tiny, almost invisible hairs of my belly to rise and prickle. Her tongue flickered out and licked the area between my nipples… teasing the hair there. Her palms cupped my pecs, squeezed softly, and began to move in small circles, barely touching. I felt my nipples begin to harden under her caresses and then she took a fold of skin into her mouth and bit gently down on it. It was incredibly erotic to look down at that lovely halo of gold and watch her teeth enclosing my flesh. The bite sharpened, deepened, grew firmer, intensifying the pleasure. Without releasing her teeth from their willing prisoner of flesh, she tilted her head back just enough to pull the fold of skin away from my ribcage and allow direct eye contact. The pulling away further intensified the effect of the bite. Her verdant cat eyes drew me in like a maelstrom, and I became lost in a dizzying whirlpool of desire and lust. Her teeth closed the tiniest bit more, and an almost undetectable feeling of pain entered into the pleasurable feelings. But I liked it. Man, I liked it. I was disappointed at first, when she finally released the now reddened skin. I could see the indents left by her teeth there. But my disappointment didn't last long. Kitty dropped her right hand to rest on my hip and her face slid sideways. Darting her tongue out, she flicked it across my right nipple. It responded immediately by doubling its size and rigidity. Another part of me was doing the same. A blast of electricity jolted through me as Kitty's hand settled on my straining cock through the denim material just as her mouth enclosed my nipple. She squeezed hard and sucked hard simultaneously for a second or two… not nearly long enough, before raising her face. "What do you think, Teacher?" A cute giggle punctuated her question as she squeezed my cock again. "Still want to go ahead?" My body answered with a shudder at that squeeze. She was teasing the hell out of me and I loved it. With both or her hands engaged in unbuckling my belt, Kitty again enclosed my nipple with her mouth, but her teeth joined in this time. She bit down hard on the skin surrounding the little peak as her mouth sucked and her tongue danced. It hurt. It hurt quite a bit, but it was that kind of pain that teeters on the edge of pleasure that you don't want to end. I had never had quite an experience like this. She was right. This little kitty could teach me something after all, despite the almost 20 years difference in our ages. There was something so incredibly erotic about the whole scene. Perhaps the humidity, the chance encounter, the sparks that danced from her green eyes to mine and back, the wild ride in the elevator and the ensuing hint of feminine musk that drifted into my nostrils from my moustache. Or perhaps it was the fear of discovery, the fact that we were both married, yet virtual strangers, or those indescribable little bites… I don't know… perhaps all of it combined, but it was hot. Oh my God, it was sensually, sexually hot. Kitty's fingers slowly, oh so slowly, began to unzip my jeans, all the while she was still orally administering delights to my chest. It was as though each tiny prong of the zipper contained an equally tiny charge of electricity that was released into my cock as the prongs parted, one by one, on their long slow descent. I throbbed in voluntarily. It was as though my cock was determined to rip right through the jeans. I buried my hands in a fountain of golden silk and tried not to gasp too loudly. The zipper finally reached its end and Kitty's delicate but long, sultry-hot fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my bikini briefs to slide down the length of my stiffened staff. This time I did gasp… much too loudly. And as the hand enclosed me, the fingers wrapping around my shaft, the gasp crescendoed into a full-fledged moan of intense and torrid pleasure, and if my shaft had had the means to, it would have moaned also. "Oh my, are all y'all built like this out there in California?" Kitty breathed into my chest, "I've always been told that everything's bigger out here in Texas. I guess it just ain't true. I just hope I can handle it all." Somehow, I knew she could. As if in answer, she lowered herself to her knees and brought her face close to my groin as her hand brought me fully out of the briefs. Holding my cock with both hands, she opened her mouth wide and brought it to hover just before the head. Her tongue flicked out briefly, to slide up the underside at the v-spot. I shuddered. Then, mouth still wide open, she brought me into her mouth, but she didn't close it. It was tantalizing to see the head of my cock inside her mouth, but to feel nothing on the skin. She exhaled a blast of hot, muggy Dallas air onto my cock. Hot, damp, but cooling at the spot where her tongue had left a trace of wetness. Oh my God… I thought I was come just from that. I throbbed again, and the head of my cock touched her upper lip and top teeth. Kitty pushed her open mouth farther down around me and closed her teeth so that I could only barely feel them on my shaft… biting gently. Sliding her head back, she dragged those tremendous teeth along the shaft toward the end. Slowly, enticingly, teasingly. Again, balancing exactly at the threshold between pleasure and pain. She had quite a talent for finding that tightrope balancing spot. She finally released her teeth and closed her lips fully around me about halfway down my shaft. Her mouth sucked me softly but intensely. It was warm, and wet, and wonderful, but too short lived. She withdrew her mouth and grasped just the very head of me in the circle of her thumb and index finger, squeezing firmly. Bringing her tongue to the edge of her finger, she slid it down slowly along the bottom side of me, alternating between a flat-tongued touch and a flickering motion with the tip. Slowly, lower and lower, till she reached the base. Pulling down my briefs and jeans with her free hand, she continued on down. Her tongue tickled my scrotum, causing its hairs to stand on end, all the while keeping a death-grip on the head of my cock. I was nearing ecstasy and groaned again. Suddenly, she withdrew her mouth, released me from her hand, and rocked back on her knees to gaze up at my face. My cock bounced up from its sudden release. Her face was that of an angel framed by a golden halo, but that face itself, framed the green-fire eyes of a cat straight from the delights of hell. A study in contradictions. A West Texas Hellcat that I wanted to pet and stroke and take home with me. "Honey, can I keep it? It followed me home." (Take over Kitty!!!!!! ) I had been wondering whether or not to tell McTeach about my husband but the intensity of this scene swept that thought from my mind. In fact, after looking deep into McTeach's eyes I had forgotten everything but two things… the intensity of his gaze and the wanting, the craving, and the fire building inside of me. I took his hand in mine and led him over to the bed, pushing him down on it and crawling up behind him. With him in lying across the bed, I slowly made my way up his body. First I nipped and kissed my way along his calves, then up onto his thighs. Seductively, I made my way up his body, stopping occasionally to admire the texture of his skin. Looking into his eyes, I saw the same desire reflected there as my own. As I moved up to his waist, I took my time, giving his balls a squeeze with my fingers before licking them here--nipping the skin on his thigh there. Finally, I reached his cock which had lost none of its rigidity. Flicking my tongue over the tip to tease him a little more, I then took the tip into my mouth and gently bit and sucked it. I tasted his precum, sweet and salty at the same time--just the way this little kitty likes her cream! As I meandered my way gradually up his flat stomach, I straddled his lap, positioning my wetness above his cock. I wanted more than anything to just plunge fully down onto it, to literally impale myself on that throbbing piston, but yet, at the same time, I wanted to make it last as long as possible. So I held myself back and kissed my way up his chest instead, taking the time to flick my tongue across each nipple, lavishing them with my tongue, sucking and biting. I lowered myself slowly onto his engorged cock, letting the tip slip inside me, and then stopping to rotate my hips. Listening to Teach moan made me even more wanton. I couldn't take much more teasing so I slammed myself down onto his cock, taking him deep inside me, letting my wetness enfold him and pull him in deeper, speaking to him in the most basic and internationally understood language among humankind. I moved my hips in circles, letting my body have time to adjust to his size. Take it from me things are not bigger in Texas. They lied! Not wanting this feeling to end, I began to slowly move my body up and down, feeling his cock pulse deep inside me. I could tell that he was using great restraint to just lie there and let me work my magic without bucking up into me. I guessed that he wanted, as much as I did, to make it all last as long as possible. I leaned down and ran my tongue along his bottom lip, licking and nibbling until he opened up for me. I explored his mouth with my tongue, getting to know and taste every nook and cranny. I could still taste myself, and that was such an incredible turn-on that I could take no more. I begin to ride his cock up and down, slamming and grinding my hips into his each time. Dragging my nails down his chest, I watched the explosion of emotions wash over him. By this time McTeach had reached up and engulfed my breasts in his large hands. He rolled and pinched my hard and swollen nipples between his fingers, which only intensified my pleasure. I reached behind me and took his balls in my hand, squeezing and folding them, feeling them get firmer with my every touch. Hearing a moan from what seems like far away, I ignored it. I was far too involved in this one man to care. I wanted to take him to heaven, like he had done for me. I rode his cock like a woman possessed, up and down, hard and fast, needing release. I felt my own body responding to his engorged cock, sliding in and out of me, bringing me closer and closer to the earth shattering orgasm to come by the second. I felt my body tighten and spasm and I knew that my wait would not be long. Looking at McTeach's eyes I knew his was not far off either. I could see the same raging feelings as my own. I leaned down toward McTeach's shoulder, kissing first, quickly, then nipping his skin with my teeth. My body wanted release. And it wanted it soon. I bit his shoulder, moaning loudly as my body spasmed around his cock, taking him over the edge with me. I felt his hot cum shooting into me, coating my insides just how I wanted it. Squeezing him with my inner muscles, I drained him before collapsing on his chest listening to his heartbeat... fast and strong. Knowing that I had made it beat like that brought a smile to my face. Hearing a door creak open, I suddenly remembered what I wanted to tell him, but I wasn't sure how he was going to take this bit of news now. But before I could get the words out he had looked over and seen a man coming out of the closet with a video camera. " Um… McTeach, meet my husband, TK. He was video taping us. I hope you don't mind. I kinda forgot to tell you after we got into the room." I giggled, "I Guess my thoughts were elsewhere." TK Just grinned at me, which brought a blush to my face. Then he giggled. TK is the only man I know of who can giggle in a masculine way, and his giggle is contagious. McTeach and I had gotten dressed by now, and the three of us went back down to the bar for a drink. An hour later we left him alone with an invitation to meet us later with his wife.