0 comments/ 23518 views/ 3 favorites I Danced By: Fan_of_Lust All people involved are over 18 years of age. * There are times when you meet someone and you just know, instantly, that there's sexual chemistry. That something clicks, that potential exists, and you know you haven't seen the last of that person. When I shook Travis's hand last night, I knew. He's a close friend's younger brother, and I used to crush on him back in the day. But, taking our 2 year age difference and the whole 'sister/friend' thing into consideration, it was never gonna happen in high school. He's not as cute as he was then - he's got this whole Grizzly Adams beard thing happening - but I was still attracted, seeing him last night for the first time in a dozen years. We shook hands at the bar, the last stop of his sister's bachelorette party. I continued carousing with the girls, but managed to give him a few looks of intent as the night went on. That's how it starts, isn't it? The look...the eye contact...the silent acknowledgement. It's all a big dance, with each partner owning a distinct role, a distinct set of moves to execute. He was planning on partying out of town with his friends after the bar closed, but we all agreed that his sister's apartment was a much better locale. With two cases of beer from the bar under his arm, he joined us on our party bus. At some point, he took a seat next to me. Move executed. I took the bottle from his hand and downed a few slugs. Move made. My hand rested on his leg; when a sober friend raised her eyebrows at me, I shrugged. Alcohol can be blamed for many a thing. Soon enough, his hand rested upon my knee. It's so fun, this parying back and forth, this execution of moves and turns, seeing how the next will be carried out. All steps lead to the next inevitable stage, each person knowing what is coming but still playing by the rules. Once at my friend's - his sister's - apartment, I joined him for a smoke on the patio, glad we were the only smokers in the group. He gallantly lit my smoke, and I cupped his hands in mine while he did so. "Your hands are cold," he said. "Yeah, I'm freezing out here." "Well, come here then. I'll warm you up." We leaned against the wall, his arm around me, my head and hands buried against his broad chest. We talked of random shit as we smoked, knowing we weren't done dancing yet. I used the drawstring on his sweatshirt to trace the letters on the front of it. "What are you doing?" he said, looking down at me. As I looked up...I knew. This was my last move. So we kissed. And kissed and kissed and kissed, hidden by the partially closed blinds to the apartment. And then we kissed some more. His hands went into my hair, cupping my face. We kissed until I started to moan into his mouth and heard him return my moans. His hands travelled around my back, cupping my ass, pulling me into him. His hands grazed my breasts, his mouth kissed down my open neck. His hands then moved to the front of my capri pants, and found enough slack in the waistline to slide down the front of them. He moved into my panties and began to stroke and probe, all the while still kissing me. He found me already wet, and used his finger to part my lips. As his finger slid inside of me, I wrapped my arms tight around his neck and held on tight, one leg wrapped up around him. I started whispering in his ear, moaning, telling him not to stop, telling him how good it felt, swearing at him. "Fuck...fuck...I'm gonna cum...you're gonna make me cum..." And he did. It flooded out of me, drenching his hand, my panties, my pants. He moaned in appreciation. "You just came all over my hand," he said in awe. "I want to taste you. I want to take care of you. Let me taste you, please...I'll be so good to you." "You just were," I responded, as I made him stop stroking me and pull out his hand. I lit a cigarette to help calm my breathing. "I'm not normally one to leave you hanging, but I can't return the favor here. I want to, but I'm sorry, I just can't. We're too visible, it's too risky." His hands went into my hair again, pulling me in for another kiss. "You're so cute," he said. "So yummy. Look...my hand just fits your face perfectly. Beautiful." I started to worry, knowing that his sister - my friend - the bride-to-be - would object to our union. But as soon as we'd part, we'd go back for another kiss. He wanted to take it further, but as I laughingly said, his sister would object if we put her second bedroom to use. As I was staying with friends, we had no other options to continue our fun that night. He told me he saw me looking at him during the night. I told him I saw him looking back. It's no fun if the dance moves you make aren't noticed and returned. I'll be back there in a month for the actual wedding, this time with a hotel room for the wedding night. This could get interesting... I Danced Ch. 02 For more background, please read the first chapter. As always, all involved are over age 18. I arrived in town two days before the wedding, and while I was excited to be back with close friends, I was perhaps more excited to see Travis again. It had been a while since I had last gotten laid, and it seemed Travis was a sure thing. However, the time leading up to the rehearsal and dinner passed slowly and without note, and there was no chance for any alone time. I began to doubt myself - would anything even happen between us? I had to find a way to let him know I was still interested - and to determine whether he was, as well. The day of the wedding was cold and windy, exacerbated by the fact that we were on a river boat. After the ceremony, everyone crowded downstairs for the toast and meal, but I stayed up top to indulge in a smoke. Without warning or notice, Travis joined me, and my heart raced with the potential implications as we made small talk. A short time later Travis's dad joined us, and I took advantage of our positions along the railing to press up against Travis, my left leg and breast pressed into him; it was exciting to converse benignly with his father while sending a silent message to Travis at the same time. Once at the hotel's reception, I immediately hit the bar. I had a room reserved there for the night, and was planning to get a little wild, whether I got laid or not. Every few beers or so, I joined a group outside for a smoke. Up until this point, nothing had happened with Travis, and I was getting a little desperate - and a lot horny - for him to make his intentions known, before I cut bait and cast for another prize. Almost as one, our smoking group made their way back inside, leaving us alone. With liquid encouragement raging inside me, I lunged at Travis. Before he could blink, my arms wound around his neck, my breasts were pushed against him, and my lips were upon his. "God, I've been dying for this," I moaned through my kisses. "Please...are you gonna fuck me tonight? I want it so bad...I need your cock so bad...please, tell me you'll fuck me." I was shameless, letting him know the intensity of my lust for him. His hands gripped my ass, pulling me tighter against his hardening cock as he returned my kisses. "Tonight," he promised. "Now, though, someone might see us," and he reluctantly pulled away. I turned my back and lit another smoke, anxious to get my breathing under control. Just seconds later, his parents pushed through the outside doors, joining us in the fresh air for their own nicotine fix. The excitement of having been almost caught added fuel to the fire already burning inside me. Later in the night, Travis and I again left for a smoke break, as nonchalantly as possible. This time, though, we ended up in Travis's own hotel room rather than outside. Travis lit my cigarette for me before lighting his own, a move I always appreciate. After a few moments of silent smoking, I fixed my gaze on Travis. "So...looks like we're finally alone." He nodded, holding my gaze. I rose slowly from my chair, stubbing my cigarette out as I walked towards him. He calmly surrendered his own half lit smoke to the ashtray I held out to him, his eyes still on mine. I reached a hand out to him, ushering him up from his chair. Silently, I led him to one of the beds in the room, turning him until his knees hit the edge and he fell gently into a sitting position. Hiking my dress up a bit, I climbed onto his lap, straddling his crotch. We kissed fiercely, letting all our restrained passion out into each other's mouth. Moaning, groping at each other, we held on tightly for a few minutes, our bodies rocking together in a mimicry of that most taboo act. Travis slid a hand under my skirt, finding my silky panties already damp. I could do no more than whimper and hold on as he began to stroke me, his fingers thrusting deep inside my wet core. My hips continued rocking against his fingers, my arms holding tight onto him as he coaxed me closer and closer to orgasm. "Please," I begged, "please don't stop, please don't....ohhhhh...yes...yesss...ohhhhhh." The jumbled words flowed from my mouth as the juice flowed from my pussy. A squirter by nature, I felt copious juice drip onto the back of my dress as I kissed Travis in appreciation for my release. Without asking, Travis got up and lit me another smoke, sitting next to me and gently stroking my back while I calmed myself down. "We should get back to the party," he said. "But we're not done yet..." I Danced Ch. 03 For more background, please read the first two chapters. As always, all involved are over age 18. After Travis made me cum in his hotel room, we snuck back to the reception area, struggling to remain undetected. We continued drinking and mingling, never once giving anyone reason to suspect we had been up to no good. As night fell and it became too cold to take our smoke breaks outside, we began adjourning - accidentally on purpose at the same time - to the hotel's bar for our nicotine fixes. During one such break, we found ourselves seated across the table from his sister - the bride, my good friend - and their mom. I was glad of the cigarettes to keep me focused on the conversation, instead of on the close presence of the man next to me. Travis, however, had other ideas, as I found out when his hand slid my dress up my thigh. Hidden from his family by the table between us, he spent a considerable amount of time stroking my bare leg - and stroking my lust for him at the same time. The daring atmosphere, his touch, the excitement, all caused my pussy to begin throbbing. I wasn't sure how much more of his teasing I could take, when last call was thankfully called. Under the guise of finishing our smokes, Travis and I remained in the bar as the others filed out. "I need to help clean up a bit," he said, "but would you like a key to my room?" I grinned. "That'd be great," I said. "Will you hurry?" After receiving assurances that he would, indeed, move quickly, I entered the reception area for the last time. I made my goodbyes to the friends that remained, promising to keep in touch and talk with them soon. And as quickly and politely as I could, I headed to my own room. A few minutes were spent packing my things for my morning flight out; my dress, heels, and fancy underwear all went into my bag. My pajamas - nothing fancy, just sweats and a tank top - were donned, and I spent a few more minutes applying lotion and checking my makeup. I slunk back down towards Travis's room, carefully avoiding those still left in the reception room, and let myself in. The room was empty, so I sat down at the now-familiar table and had a smoke. Travis came in just a few minutes later, though he wasn't there to stay. "I need about 10, 15 more minutes," he said, standing above me. "And then, when I come back, I'm all yours." He leaned down to seal his promise with a kiss. I eagerly returned his kiss, and matched it with one of my own. "Hurry," I gasped. "Please." * I was face down on the bed, half asleep, when I heard the door open. Travis entered, slipping his shoes off. The 'do not disturb' sign went on the door, and the bathroom door opened. My heart rate was already accelerating as I let him come to me. He stood behind me, his gaze burning me, until I pulled myself up onto my knees, my back still to him. Immediately his hands were on me, running along my bare arms. He pulled my hair off my neck and began planting searing kisses along my skin. I couldn't take it anymore. I turned to him and - still kneeling - pressed my body against his. His mouth owned me, swallowing my moans as my hands did some roaming of their own. He was still in his tux, and I made quick work of that. His jacket was thrown to the floor; his shirt quickly followed. My hands went to the bottom of his tshirt, quickly pulling it up over his head and arms. My eyes were drawn to the ink on his right bicep, a surprise tattoo that only confirmed his sexiness. As I fumbled with his pants, he gently pushed me away to rid himself of them. His cut cock, partially hard, peeked through the hole in his boxers, and with a groan, he pulled my tank top off, baring my hard nipples to him for the first time. He lay me down on the bed and climbed on top of me, again kissing me passionately. He moved his mouth down to my breasts, licking and sucking first one, then the other, as I lay beneath him. His hands slid inside the waistband of my sweats and began tugging them down. I lifted my hips to help, driving my pelvis against his cock, eliciting a guttural moan from my throat as I felt his hardness. His boxers landed on my pants, and Travis landed gently back on me, his long body hard and hot against me. My legs wrapped around him, pulling him close, feeling his bare cock touching my skin for the first time. With an effort, Travis pulled back off of me, and slid his fingers into my dripping pussy. With a cry, my back arched and rewarded his efforts by quickly cumming on him. His words promised more of that throughout the night. After calming down, I returned the favor, eagerly taking his cock into my wet mouth. I'm a fan of cock sucking, and made sure Travis learned that. His hands fell into my hair, his mouth muttering a jumble of swears and praises, as I took his hard rod deep into my throat. My hands were gently cupping his balls, feeling their hardness, knowing I wanted what they contained. Travis's leg, trapped beneath my cunt, began rubbing against me, forcing moans through my mouthful of cock. With a gasp, I pulled my mouth off of him. "Please," I said. "I want to please you, I want you to enjoy this as much as I enjoyed cumming, but...well, you're making it hard to concentrate on you!" Travis grinned at me. "Turn around," he said. "And keep sucking." I turned so my legs straddled his torso, and knelt again to his cock. I gave his shaft long, broad strokes with my tongue, making sure the whole of his cock was wet again. Then, without warning, I gobbled his whole length down. He moaned behind me, thrusting deeper into my mouth. I swallowed around him, carefully breathing from my nose, as I increased the pressure I was sucking with. Suddenly, a slap on my bare ass resonated throughout the room. I pulled off his cock, holding it still with my hand, while I uttered loud obscenities. "Jesus christ," I hissed. "That's so fucking good!" With renewed energy, I slurped away on his cock. Special attention was paid to the throbbing vein on the underside, and my tongue began teasing and torturing him there. His hands were now alternating between caressing my ass and slapping it, and I was starting to buck hard against him. I was sure he could feel my pussy drip onto his stomach as I fought to remain in control. My tongue circled his head and my mouth applied pressure to his fat cock, and his hands clamped on to my hips. I grinned to myself and continued to moan, bobbing my mouth further onto his dick. His balls were now quite tight and full, and I continued to gently roll them between my hand. My lips remained tight on his dick as my tongue swirled around his width, and on the second trip 'round, his back arched, his hands gripped my ass harder, and his cum shot down my throat. I swallowed fast, not willing to lose any of the precious juice I had worked so hard to earn. When I was sure I had sucked every drop, I eased my tongue slowly around the tip one last time. "Get up here," Travis ordered, albeit weakly. I complied, fitting nicely into his open arms. "That," he stated, "was excellent." "Mmmm. Tastes good, too." I grinned. To my surprise and delight, Travis kissed me then, a deep, passionate, tongue-filled kiss. My pussy, still wet from being teased earlier, felt the surge from our kiss. I rolled slightly into him, my right leg sliding up over his right leg. Travis, though, had other ideas, and quickly threw me onto my back. His mouth again found my breasts and began lavishing attention on them. Travis proved to be adept at following directions, quickly learning how to bite my nipples and tug just the way I like. His cock, still soft, rubbed gently on my skin as his ministrations continued. My legs, spread wide, offered him an invitation he eagerly took, and soon my pussy was again full of his fingers. As he twisted and turned his digits inside me, I coaxed him on with every foul-mouthed utterance in existence. Being fingered is my absolute favorite way to cum, and Travis's fingers coaxed me through orgasm after orgasm. At one point, I pulled his drenched fingers from deep inside me and sucked them clean before guiding them back inside my wetness. He placed his thumb against my clit as I again gushed against him, wriggling beneath his body. The entire time he was playing my body, I was muttering incoherent thoughts and phrases, losing myself to the feelings he was generating. His mouth, warm and wet, would suddenly land on my body, branding me with his touch. His fingers alternated between tapping my clit and my g spot, keeping me in a constant state of orgasm. When I finally - weakly - pulled his fingers away and begged him to stop, I was surprised to find we had been at it already for hours. Without having to ask, Travis got a glass of water and a smoke for me, and rubbed my back as I rehydrated myself. "Jesus christ," I uttered between deep breaths. "You - I - jesus. I came a lot. That - wow." He grinned at me, nuzzling my shoulder with his beard. "Oh, did you enjoy that?" he teased. "I couldn't tell." His voice changed then, lowered, as he leaned into me. "I hope you're ready for more." My breath caught in my throat as I handed him the ashtray and water. He leaned me down again and began tracing patterns on my skin. He began whispering to me, telling me how much he liked pleasing me, how he could do it all night, how he was just getting started with me. He told me how exciting it was for him that I came so easily, how deep he wanted to be inside me, how much I turned him on. And as I heard those words, I noticed that he was, indeed, turned on again. His hard cock was trailing slight precum on its path along my body. Travis now moved to lie between my legs, his cock teasing my clit, He raised himself up and looked me in the eyes, looking for a sign, for permission. I met his eyes and gave a slight nod. That was all he needed, all he was waiting for, before he slid the whole of his cock deep inside my waiting pussy. I gasped, a sharp intake of breath, at the sudden fullness, at the sudden intensity of it all. He paused for a second, allowing me to adjust; then, at the same time, we began moving together. His strong arms held him above me, and my legs circled his hips, resting on his ass, drawing his cock deeper into me with each stroke. He was hitting long and deep and fast, meeting me stroke for stroke. As I squeezed his biceps, I told him how good he felt; as I bit his neck, I told him how glad I was he was mine for the night. We kissed often, passionate, short kisses as he rutted against me. His groans were getting louder, more frequent, and I urged him on. "Do you hear how wet I am? You did that for me; you got me that wet, lover." I could feel my orgasm building, feel his cock driving my cum out of me. I began holding onto him tighter, biting a little deeper as my breathing grew even more unsteady. I gave one long, last, loud moan - "FUCKKKKKKKKKK" - as I drenched his cock in my juice. Feeling my eruption, Travis groaned once, too, as he finally came, needing that release after our hours of foreplay. I had to leave not long after that, but we did have time to bask together in our post-orgasmic glow. I found bruises on my upper arm later that day, and though I have no way of contacting him, I'm reasonably sure he's carrying some sex marks of his own. * My friend - his sister - is having a baby shower soon. I wonder if Travis will be there?