4 comments/ 7447 views/ 4 favorites For a Moment By: 2Xwidderwoman After the first day of classes, there were too many people at the Open House party one of the new instructors decided to host. It felt like every time I moved I was bumping into someone. I raised my arms up holding my drink above my shoulders because I didn't want to spill it on anyone as I turned around, thinking I would see if there was more space on the other side of the room. That's when I saw her. She was tall and slender with very dark hair and neatly arched eyebrows. I couldn't tell if she was wearing jeans or a skirt, but she had on a white tee shirt with the name of the nearby university across the front. Someone in front of her bent over to pick up one of the snacks on the table and I saw the top of her slender figure. She had her hands on her hips as she looked around. That stance revealed her narrow waist and full breasts. When her head turned to look across the room, for the first time, I saw her eyes. They were light blue, so light in color that from my distance they almost appeared to be white. I knew she hadn't been in any of my classes that first day, I would have remembered those eyes. Now that I could see her expression, I thought she might be a little older than most students. Maybe she was one of the younger professors, and like me was new to the campus. Then again, she might not be associated with the university. Many people had tee shirts from the fairly new university, which was accepting students to the two upper classes for the first time. For a very long moment, we looked at each other. I don't think we even breathed. I could not take my eyes from hers and I guess she was having a similar problem. I walked parallel to her, sort of following her, as she moved toward one of the terrace doors. I was interested in this woman. She walked out the living room door as I walked out the dining room door. When I got out to the terrace, she was leaning back against the railing looking up at the floors above. I walked over to stand in front of her, for a moment, just looking at the expressions moving across her face as she examined the building. She finally lowered her chin and looked at me. Those eyes mesmerized me. Without much thought, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers. She parted her lips and sucked while my tongue pushed inside her mouth. Mercy it was such a sudden reaction to a first kiss, I gasped as the kiss intensified. I got a little aggressive, just to see if she would take it. I put my arms around her and slid my hands down to cup her bottom, almost lifting her off her feet. Sometime during that intense kiss, she parted her legs and I was lifting and lowering her body as we ground against each other. She tilted her pelvis forward then back, and then forward again. God I loved it when a woman did that. She was grinding her crotch against mine as my cock continued to swell. Her arms automatically went around me. Her hands moved up to the back of my head pressing our faces together when she opened her mouth farther around mine as if she was going to take a huge bite out of a delicious apple. I couldn't maintain the kiss much longer, I was going to have to take a deep breath, or I'd suffocate. I felt just a little light headed from the intensity of our kiss. My nose was pressing against her cheek. For a moment, I felt her breath exhaling against me. She broke our kiss as her mouth moved to the soft skin under my jaw, muttering, "Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord." I took a step backward thinking I'd look for a place to sit down so I could pull her onto my lap. My legs were weak. I had felt trembling in her thighs. "No," She said then lifted her chin for another kiss. My body slammed against hers and the grinding started again. I felt her shudder. I wasn't sure what it was, but it felt like a mini orgasm. She was trembling as she gave me more of her weight to support, as if she was suddenly weak at the knees. I got one hand between us and moved it under her shirt, pushing upward until I could get my finger tips under the bottom of her bra, pushing it up, capturing one breast in the palm of my hand groaning at her softness. She groaned and shuddered again as the doors behind us opened. More people started walking out to the terrace, talking and laughing. Someone shouted, "Get a room." Her trembling had ceased and she was once again supporting her weight. She stepped away from me so quickly I almost lost my balance, but she grabbed my hand and began to walk toward the door, pulling me behind her. She was darting around people, steadily moving across the crowded room and I was right behind her. About half way across the room, someone bumped her and she let go of my hand. I pushed my shoulders forward and grabbed her wrist. She pushed a short, overweight man out of the way and got the apartment door opened enough for us to squeeze through. I didn't know where she was taking me, but I was going along. I was determined to kiss her again, and for a very long time. She stepped across the hall as she put her hand in her pocket and pulled out a key ring, inserted a key in a lock on the door in front of her and opened the door. As soon as we were inside the other apartment, I could finally let go of her hand. She walked a little farther into the room, reached down and pulled her shirt over her head then let it fall to the floor, glancing back at me for a moment. I followed her example, pulling my own shirt off letting it fall a few steps farther down the hall. As her hands went behind her back to unclasp her bra, I stopped long enough to pull one shoe off and tugged my sock off while I hopped another step. She dropped her bra on the floor and stepped on the heel of one shoe, lifting her foot out of one of her shoes. I leaned against the wall to pull my other shoe off and took that sock off. She stepped on the heel of her other shoe to remove it while she was sliding her jeans down her hips, doing that little hip wiggle only women know how to do. She took another step into a room just a few feet down the hall. I was peeling my jeans and boxer shorts down as she stopped beside a bed to step out of her jeans. I don't know if she had been wearing panties or had taken them off at the same time she removed her jeans. All I saw was a beautiful rounded bare bottom in front of me. I had to stop for a moment to step out of my jeans. When I looked up, she was falling sideways on a bed, planting her feet on the bed to scoot her hips farther across the bed. I looked at her for a moment, and then almost fell on top of her, right between her thighs as she grabbed my cock and swiped it through the wetness between her legs. One or both of us moved. I was thrusting forward as she lifted her hips. In that one movement, I was buried so deeply in her wet heat that our pubic bones bumped against each other. I pulled back, slammed forward again, and paused for a moment. "Please don't stop," she pleaded. I didn't pause again. My hips began to pound against her. I managed to get my hands on her breasts and my lips clamped to hers as she began to wail into my mouth when she shook as an intense orgasm went through her whole body. Her muscles squeezed my cock so hard it was almost painful. A few seconds later, I knew it was too late to try to extend this glorious feeling. I shouted as cum burst from the end of my cock. Damn, I hadn't asked if she wanted me to wear a condom. She was panting as she lifted her hips bumping against me while a few more muscle contractions milked the final remnants of my climax. She was panting and I was trying to take deep breaths as I lowered my body to rest on top of her. Never before, in my whole life, had I ever had such an instantaneous reaction to a woman. Nor had I ever been so reckless. I lifted my shoulders and looked down at those beautiful eyes, "I'm sorry." I shook my head. "I really am sorry. I didn't think about a condom, I just needed to be inside you." She raised her hand and brushed it across my cheek. "It's okay. Really, it's okay. I'm safe today." She started chuckling and lifted her head against me, planting a few small kisses at my throat. I shuddered, God I loved it when a woman did that, turned tender and sweet after I'd just abused her body with my rough lust. Her stomach muscles contracted as she laughed and my softened cock slid out of her. I rolled to the side and she went with me, as if she, like me, did not want to be separated. Our legs threaded between each other's as I pulled her closer and told her, "I've never done that before." She looked up at me and I touched my lips to hers, then I said, "I've never made love to a woman without even knowing her name." "Neither have I," she answered, and then added, "Paula." "Paul," I couldn't resist a chuckle of my own. "I think I'm already in love with you, Paula." "Yeah, Paul," she answered, nodding, as she allowed a moment's serious look to cross her face. She moved her mouth closer to mine, "We can leave that conversation 'til morning." Thanks for reading. Please vote and tell me if you enjoyed this story. For a Moment, There It was the dress. Dale couldn't stop looking at her. They were seated at a table at the far end of the hall, overlooking the large, neatly-tended garden. The ceremony had finished an hour ago, and over by the steps the bride and groom were dancing. Nicola was talking to one of the bridesmaids, the two of them smiling and giggling together. And Dale was simply sitting, looking at Nicola, at her in the dress. It was feminine, white, smooth around her breasts and then ruffled into folds as it plunged down her body. It cinched at the waist, flared a little around her hips. Beneath it she wore black tights, the same black as her hair. It had been a long time since he had seen her looking so . . . delicate. So like a woman. Usually, when the two of them were at home, Nicola didn't bother with makeup. But today her hair was clipped and tucked behind her ears, her lips and chin and eyes all clear and somehow brighter than usual. More alluring. He watched her straighten the shoulder strap of her dress. She did so casually, still talking all the while. A finger slipped under the strap, lifted, revealing the bare smoothness of her underarm. A shifting of her collarbone. Dale noticed other things, too. The bridesmaid was a pretty, dim-looking blonde with flowers in her hair. Her dress was pink. Across the room people danced together, close. Heavy September sun beamed in through the windows. But it all seemed focussed somehow, on her. On Nicola. Like looking through a lens at her, really at her. He took a mouthful of wine, swallowed. Nicola laughed at something the bridesmaid had said. Dale watched how she tilted back her head, her arm balanced lazily on the edge of her chair, pure white and slender, that fragile limb. The sound of her laugh, high and cool and her own--that was too much. "Excuse me." He put a hand on Nicola's shoulder, skin on skin. He could feel where the sunlight had warmed her. He smiled at the bridesmaid. "We just need to talk for a minute." The bridesmaid smiled dimly. "Okay. I'll see you in a bit, Nicky." And she took off. Dale watched her wander off to the other end of the hall. "What is it?" asked Nicola. But Dale didn't answer. He slid his hand down her arm to her hand, the lifted her by her fingertips. Nicola followed him as he left the hall. She was smiling now. "Where are we going?" Dale didn't answer. He squeezed her hand and they wandered from room to room. The wedding was being held in an estate home outside the city. The whole place was reserved until the evening--at least that was what the best man had said. Certainly the rest of the house seemed to be more or less empty. They came to a staircase and Dale lead her up to the next floor. Here, removed from the centre of the wedding, there was quiet. The room they came to was large and decorated in gold and red, the windows and skirting moulded. A large, polished wooden table was the only furnishing. Dale lead Nicola inside, then shut and locked the door behind them. Nicola frowned, half-puzzled and half-playful. She raised an eyebrow. "So what is all this about?" Dale stood looking at her, for a moment breathless. She looked so girlish, so light and sweet. And at the same time in her expression there was a knowledge. Something sexual, teasing. He reached out, brushed his fingers down the curve of her neck. Beneath his touch she tensed, released, shivered. Then they were kissing. Hard, wildly. Dale felt himself harden against her warmth and softness. Her tongue explored his mouth. She tasted of wine, smelled of some subtle perfume. Roses? His hands found the bare skin of her back. They broke apart a little way, and Nicola licked her lips, smiled. An invitation. Dale lifted her easily and set her on the table and they kissed again. He had to bend a little, and she stretched up, raising her lips to his. When the kiss ended she lay back, propped on her elbows, her legs spread. Dale set about removing her tights. The dark material rolled away to reveal petal-coloured skin beneath. Even as he removed her underwear she bent forward and with a few deft movements undid his belt. She lay back. He lifted her leg up. Her sandals lay on the floor. He took her toes in his mouth. He ran his tongue down the sole of her foot. "Dale . . ." Her voice was a moan, a tremor. He moved towards her, taking her legs up on his shoulders. She lay back on the table now, the dress rucked up around her waist. "Dale . . ." He entered her, slid deep inside. She was wet and accepting. A gasp. Her hands flat on the polished wood. Dale remained still inside her for a second, enjoying her heat, the tightness of this position. Then he began to stroke. With each thrust Nicola shifted on the table, head tilted against the wood, eyes shut. She was biting her lip to keep from moaning. Their breath quickened together. Faster, pumping into her. He could feel sweat beginning on his back. The rising pressure in his balls. The straps of her dress sat clear of her shoulders. Her beautiful face was blushed and glowing. She brought a finger to her mouth and bit the knuckle, as she always did when they made love, when she was just about to come. Her body tensed and her hips rose up off the table, every muscle tense then loose. Around her knuckle she let out a soft, orgasmic whimper. Dale felt her insides squeezing at him and he let himself go. The pressure in his balls brinked, overflowed. Hot, radiant waves of pleasure rushed through him. He came into her. It lasted far longer than usual. Each spurt of joy suceeded by another, sharper, more intense. For a moment he thought of nothing but her. A final squirt, a final moment of joy. They remained that way, connected, panting and sweating, each glowing from their shared climax. Then Dale pulled out, letting Nicola flop back onto the table. She pulled the dress down to cover her sex. Her stomach and breasts rose and fell as she breathed. Dale refastened his belt. Then he went to Nicola and they kissed again, lazily, slowly, enjoying each other's familiar mouths. After a time, Nicola sat up. "So," she said, her voice langorous, almost sleepy. "What brought that on?" Dale shrugged. He tucked her hair back behind her ears. "You just looked so beautiful, for a moment there."