0 comments/ 14176 views/ 0 favorites L and Me Ch. 01 By: silentblackwater It had been a long evening. You made me jump through a lot of hoops before you were really ready for us to get together. I had just left my ex-girlfriend, not for you, but because we simply weren't going to make it. My hope was that since I was single now, before I looked for a new relationship, you and I could finally have some fun. So I saved my first paycheck from my new job, and took you on a the kind of date that wasn't designed to make you fall in love with me… that wasn't what I wanted. It was supposed to make you feel like a desirable, sexy, and sophisticated woman. It worked, but you were still wondering about my mental state. You forget… once I've made up my mind to do something, I don't sit and fret over it. It applies to my now ex-girlfriend. It applied to you, as well. After a lovely, and rather dressy dinner at a nearby Italian restaurant, and a few drinks at an upscale bar nearby, I took you to the hotel room I'd reserved two nights prior. There would be red wine waiting for us, and a very large shower. I had actually scoped out the place specifically for the shower size; you'd said you wanted to shower with a man someday, and I wanted to fulfill that desire in you. I had stopped by there before we'd met for dinner to drop off a few things, as well. You see, I didn't want your love. I knew you loved me as a friend, and that was all we would ever be… and frankly, that's what I wanted. We'd make a terrible couple, if romance set in. I didn't want that for you, or for me. I wanted your virginity. You were a sexy, sexy woman. You'd done all there was to do, and loved to do it… you had just never been penetrated by anything but a man's fingers. I was going to change that. By the time I was done with you, you would be so damned seduced, you wouldn't even bother to try putting the brakes on. I hoped I would be successful… I certainly wasn't going to force you to have sex with me. But we went to the room to get naked and enjoy ourselves… my odds were good. I'd been talking sex with you for months. I knew your buttons. I just had to hit them. We got to the room by way of my car, since you were a little tipsy, and I hadn't drunk much just yet. When we got to the room, you saw the wine and wanted another drink, but I led you away from there… one thing I would NOT do was seduce you when you were drunk. Aside from it being cheating, it simply was not right to take advantage of you that way. You would be plenty sober enough to call your own shots… you would just be far too horny to stop. When I led you to the shower, and showed you the size of the tub, you immediately started taking off your dress. I stopped you, slowed you down. I unzipped you, slowly pulling down the fabric of your dress. You had skimped on undergarments for our date, and there was no bra to remove. Your gorgeous, cinnamon D's popped free of their restraints. I pushed the dress to the floor, then made you wait an extra few seconds while I picked it up and hung it neatly in the closet. When I came back over to you, you were bent over the water controls. I came up behind you, got on one knee, and quite literally kissed your ass. My hands ran over your legs, exploring your form from your toes to your thighs, while my mouth planted small kisses everywhere I could reach. When you straightened up, I did the same, immediately taking you fully into my arms and kissing you, hard. It was not a kiss of love. It was a kiss of wanting, of carnal need. You had something I wanted. I had something you wanted. This was for the purpose of pleasure. My lips trailed from your mouth to your jaw, your neck, and your ears. Your moans made my hands tremble… it was nearly impossible to take my time with the sounds you were making, sounds I rarely heard from my ex. My hands finally left your back to explore other regions of your body, running over your ass, your shoulders, and finally cupping both of your breasts and feeling the womanly mounds of joy between my fingers. Wasting no more time, I leaned down and sucked on your right nipple, savoring the taste of your skin and sweat. By this time, you were using your own hands to unbutton my shirt… which you got off of me in record time, I might add. But you quickly went for the other prize… my belt buckle. Before I could move from your right breast to your left, you had my pants down, and were on your knees sucking hard on my cock. I nearly fell over. Your lips were so warm and soft, and your tongue was running circle around my head and shaft while you pumped me in and out of you… "Wait…" I said weakly, "I wanted you to cum first…" "I will cum plenty of times… and so will you," you said, never ceasing your hands' motions on my hard, twitching cock. You then, without a further comment, placed my dick firmly between your tits, pushed them together, and began stroking my cock with your breasts. I hadn't masturbated in 4 days in preparation for this. I didn't have a prayer. I came almost instantly, soaking your tits in hot cum, drenching your neck and chin in my load. I was about ready to back against the sink and catch my breath, but then you nearly fell over from your kneeling position! Reaching down to steady you, I asked, "Are you ok? Did your knees give out on you?" "No," you replied, "I just had an orgasm just from you fucking my tits… that's never happened before. Your cock fits so perfectly in my cleavage… I hope it's that good when we get in bed." I almost didn't dare to hope that my mission was about to be accomplished already. She had other ideas anyhow. "And I did that on purpose… now we can focus on our shower." L and Me Ch. 02 When I finally got you up on your feet and steady, we checked the water and found that it was perfect for the shower. Not steaming hot... two people in a shower can't use water that hot, they'll just sweat to death... but comfortably warm. The tub was enormous. You could actually take 4 steps from one side to the other, and it was two steps wide, giving us ample room to move, adjust position, and get away from the direct flow of the water if need be. Entering gave me a feeling of butterflies... we'd both orgasmed already, and although I hadn't masturbated in a few days, I was worried about being able to get it back up so soon. I dismissed the care for the moment, figuring you had your ways. That, at least, I didn't doubt. You had brought your own shampoo for the evening, and insisted I wash your hair. That was just fine with me, so long as you washed mine later on. Once we were under the water, we first washed all my cum off of you. By we, of course, I mean me. I'd unwrapped a fresh bar and I was not going to pass up an opportunity to clean you off. While I worked, smiling at your gentle moans of approval at my touch, I allowed myself the time to take in the sight of you. Your Puerto Rican descent gave you a lovely mocha coloring, with jet black hair and deep brown eyes. By no means were you fat, but you had cushion on your stomach and ass, which felt just right under my fingers. Your breasts, which were your crowning achievement, were a solid D cup; a perfect extra large handful. Silver dollar nipples stood proudly erect against the cascading water. To put it very modestly, you were a gorgeous woman with skin I felt privileged to lay my hands on. After I'd soaped down your upper body, and removed most of my sticky load from your perfect flesh, I bade you turn around so I could do a proper job on your hair. Once you'd wet your mane, you complied, with a quick kiss and gentle bite to my neck, which went a long way towards reviving my recently used cock. We stepped back from the running water, easily done in this shower, and I made sure your eyes were closed. Now, you have to understand, I had you bare to me here. Your eyes were shut, and I could have done anything I wanted to you. I'd prayed you would allow me this opportunity. Picking up your shampoo bottle, I hesitated a moment. It isn't like you didn't know I would explore you a bit while I had your eyes closed. Your wet skin glistened in the low lights of the bathroom... it tempted me so. With as much tenderness as I could muster, I bent down and kissed your right shoulder, near your neck. When you gasped, I knew I had it just right. Instead of kissing down your front, as I would have liked to (and believe me, I was going to before the night was over), I made my way down your back with my lips, arriving at the base of your spine before I stopped. Faced with your perfect ass, I decided to give it a slight brush with my lips. Your breathing was getting heavy at this point. While my face was level with your ass and pussy, I could very clearly smell your arousal. Rather than gratify both of our wishes then, I let my tongue ride your spine all the way up to your neckline before breaking all physical contact for a moment. The most gratifying scene to my eyes during that shower was you, tensed up for the next contact... waiting... still waiting... I counted a full 10, then snapped open the shampoo cap and poured a generous amount into my hands. Standing back to avoid all non-manual contact, I began kneading the shampoo into your scalp and hair, watching the tension melt from you as I did. Your relaxation made me feel like a man... made me feel like you trusted me, and were happy with my performance thus far. I decided to see how happy you were going to be. I do not have an enormous cock. It's about 6 inches long, and you can get your hand around it. I'm told it's a perfect shape, and that it feels wonderful going in, and based on previous activity and enthusiasm, I have to believe what I've been told. My thought was that perhaps you wouldn't want a gargantuan piece of meat for the first time. So what I did, while massaging the shampoo into your hair, was sidle up behind you and press my body against yours, making sure that you felt my already re-hardening cock between your ass cheeks. You did just what I hoped you would. You moaned again, this time from the feel of my stiffening meat against your ass, and pushed your body against me, tilting your head back to rest on my shoulder as I washed your hair. Now, by this point, your hair was clean. We had only to wash out the shampoo. But I wasn't finished taking advantage of your temporary blindness. I led you carefully closer to the water so that I could wash off my right hand, then used my left arm to encircle you and cup your soft, smooth tits, garnering a sigh of appreciation from you. One thing I knew about you; your breasts were large, exquisite, and sexually crucial- they were sensitive as hell. Your right shoulder was clean of any soap, so I kissed it, just lips at first, but, gradually putting my tongue on your cinnamon flesh. My right hand, which was now washed off, I put on your belly. Then, for the sole purpose of building anticipation inside you, I began a painfully slow journey down your stomach to your sweet, shaved slit. Keeping you busy with my lips on your shoulder and my hand on your breasts was crucial... I knew you could be impatient at times, and I wanted you to have this anticipation. While I was working you over, I prayed over and again you would react as I hoped you would. When I felt your knees buckle at the touch of my finger sliding between your pussy lips, I knew I had you. While my fingers explored your depths, I used the arm attached to the hand I was using to play with your nipples to steady you. And frankly, my dear, you needed it. You were all but falling down after the first five seconds. After dipping my first two digits, one at a time, into your sopping pussy, I focused my ministrations on your clit. It was a cinch to find; you were so aroused that it was peeking out from its hiding place at the top of your slit. I concentrated pressure on the flesh directly around it, so as not to actually hurt you while I pleasured you. Your head was rolling around on my shoulder, and I actually had to move my own head to avoid being head butted while you thrashed about. Not knowing what to do with your own hands as you approached your second orgasm of the night, you latched onto my arm for dear life, moaning again and again, completely incoherent at the feeling of my fingers toying with your love button. Finally, with an inarticulate yelp of joy, you came, hard, and the only thing holding you up was that left arm, because my right hand hadn't stopped masturbating you yet. When your orgasm finally subsided, I sat you down on the side of the tub, where the edges jutted out from the wall far enough for a comfortable seat, detached the shower head, and washed all the shampoo from your hair, being careful to clean it gently from where it flowed down your forehead into your eyes. We had not said a single word to each other since you insisted I wash your hair. Looking up at me, eyes clouded with realized lust and grinning evilly, you finally spoke, between heavy breaths: "Just you wait until I have your eyes closed, you scheming bastard." L and Me Ch. 03 I promise soon to finish this girl off... I can't seem to make up my mind just how to go about it linguistically :) Half an hour after I washed your hair clean, we were back in the bedroom, and at least dry of the shower water. You, of course, were still soaked between your legs, and my mouth was watering. I'll reminisce more about that second half hour later, if you like. Mostly, I just love what happened next. I'd worked over your upper body pretty good in the shower. We were now squeaky clean, and I wanted to do something I only rarely do. After kissing you over to the bed, and laying you down, I trailed myself down your left leg, starting on the inside, nearest your pussy. When I got past your knee, you were alternately sighing and laughing, saying some silly nonsense about how it tickled. My goal was your feet, which is not one of my usual fetishes, but truthfully, I thought you would appreciate a good foot rub and a toe licking. When my mouth arrived at your ankle, I gently lifted your foot, examining it for possible sensitive spots. I admit my inexperience at foot licking, but I thought I saw some patches of smoother skin that I would have to try out. In the meantime, I worked my hands around your left foot, and began to knead my thumbs against the sole. You moaned in a different fashion this time- I knew you'd had a long week at work, and I was sure this would be appreciated. After a moment of simple foot massage, I lightly slid my tongue along the bottom of your big toe, eliciting a throaty laugh from you. Your feet tasted like clean skin, nothing more and nothing less, but they were truly works of art in terms of visual pleasure. You had similar coloring here as everywhere else, well proportioned toes with delicately painted nails, and no imperfections outside of a tiny cut next to your second toe, probably from too much high heel wear. While I knew you were enjoying this, I knew I had to press on. Switching feet pulled a new round of appreciative groans and sighs from you, and I took the time to suck on each individual toe, wrapping my lips around them and licking the pads of each, before allowing my hands to begin creeping up your right calf. Soon, my mouth followed, and I had begun my return journey. Despite all our fun thus far, I had still not tasted your pussy. That was going to be remedied. As I licked and kissed my way to your sweet, sopping slit, I realized that I was truly enjoying myself. A quick glance at your face told me that you felt the same. I was glad this was to be a simple get together, and not a romantic evening. Granted, it helped that I truly didn't want that from you, but there was no pressure here... only fun. Each of us had something the other wanted. And we were going to get it. Once my tongue made contact with your pussy, I felt your whole body shudder. A muffled "Mff" came from behind your lips, which made my cock twitch with joy. I began running circles around your sweet clit with my tongue, and was rewarded with your faint sighs and your legs squeezing my head. After a few minutes of my ministrations, you were making the most incredible sounds, sighing and moaning in a high pitched breathy voice. Finally, you said the words I'd been waiting to hear: "Holy shit... holy shit I'm coming... I'm commmmming!" followed by an inarticulate series of babbling syllables that went on for a solid twenty seconds. I'll admit that I was ready to stop there, figuring that orgasm would require a rest, but you grabbed my hair and shoved my face back to your drenched pussy and wouldn't let go! So I did what any self-respecting lover would do... I dove back in and licked like my life depended on it, and once again heard you begin to speak... only this time, you didn't stop. "Oh God....ohgodohgodohgod I'm coming I'm gonna cum so fucking hard... NNGGHH!! I'm coming again, holy FUCK!!" And so it went for over a minute, with you just reaching orgasm again and again. Finally, your muscles went slack and your grip on my hair subsided. Gasping for air, your body sweaty and delicious... my GOD you tasted good slick with sweat as I kissed my way back to your mouth... you pulled me back to face you and announced the following: "You have pleased me so much in the past few hours... I want you to be my first." I nearly came just hearing those words. L and Me Ch. 04 I hope this is worth the wait. I hit a roadblock in how to finish it up. It's short, but most first times are. Enjoy! * I worked my tail off to get to this point. After days of planning, and hours of pleasing and being pleased, you finally told me the words I wanted to hear, that you wanted me to be your first. L, it was worth every second. I didn't take a break after eating your slick pussy out. I couldn't. I was harder than calculus, and there was not going to be a better time. After a five second pause to make sure I'd heard you correctly, then to bask for just an instant in the thrill of being given the ultimate green light, I got down to business. First, I moved you back up the bed so that your head was on a pillow. Second, I positioned myself on top of you. I wasn't going to waste any time. It wasn't until my cockhead was poised at your opening that I realized I didn't have a condom. I mean I didn't have one at all. I'd forgotten to pack protection! For one cold gut second, I thought that was it, I'd blown it, and I was never going to get a hard on again for any reason after this... until you read the look that was still forming on my face and whispered, "It's all right baby... I've been on the pill for a few months, just in case this should happen. Get inside me, and don't hold back." Well. That was all I needed to hear. Your pussy was still flooded from our earlier shower foreplay, and somehow, I hadn't lost my erection in the panic attack. It was time. My cock was at your entrance once more. I simply looked down at you, kissed you, and pushed, letting your brief grunt of pain, and the sigh afterwards, flow past my lips. I was inside you... I was where no man had yet gone. Holy HELL were you ever tight. As good as I felt, I think you enjoyed it even more. You were gasping, sighing, moaning... and I hadn't even pumped yet. When I began my slow cycles of in and out, your heart rate bounced, and you flushed a deep red. Moving slowly at first, I felt as though I could feel every single surface of flesh inside your hot, wanting pussy. Before long, you were encouraging me to push harder, faster, stronger. I did not keep you in suspense. I began to piston into you, shaking the bed, slapping our loins together. The feeling was very intense. It was actually a good thing I'd already cum once, or I wouldn't have lasted. After your pussy had adjusted to having a cock in it, you stopped me. Wordlessly, you rolled me over, straddled me. I allowed you to do so, because frankly, I couldn't wait to see your gorgeous D's bounce in my face. Once you'd reinserted me (no challenge there, your slit was so wet), you began riding me, quickly, right off the bat. Groaning simultaneously, we were almost in a trance at this point, a self imposed confine of arousal, where all we felt was each other's bodies moving, grinding, slapping together, feeling everything around us, and shutting out all else. Your breasts, in a sight I will never forget, were launching themselves nearly to your chin, then spinning circles on your chest as you bucked on my cock. Finally, after watching them spin, I grasped them firmly, saving you the trouble of fondling them yourself. They were beyond fucking heavenly. Your whole body was beyond fucking heavenly. Then you came again. Your body shook and rolled, clamping your pussy on my cock and shaking it, milking it, though I hadn't cum yet. A few moments more, and you fell over on me, your breasts and hair in my face, and your juice running down my balls. Speaking of balls, it took some to say what I said next. "Now I'm going to fuck you doggy style. I'm gonna fuck you hard, and fast, and we're going to cum together. Don't you dare go limp on me yet." You looked up at me, your eyes focusing... then replied, "Keep fucking me, and I'm going to pass out on you." "It'll be after the most monumental orgasm you ever had. Get on all fours." You finally used what strength you had left to roll off me, but you landed on your stomach. I decided to test your limits a bit, and gave you a quick slap on the ass, saying, "C'mon, get that thing in the air." You fucking moaned! I spanked you again, and your face got a look similar to when I'd eaten you out last, so I kept it up for a while. I alternated cheeks, how hard I hit you, and eventually switched the timing, so that you didn't know what was coming next, and I had you panting for more. It was one of the sexiest things I've ever seen; I'd had no idea you loved being spanked. Gradually, while I did this, your ass rose off the bed. Once it was fully in the air again, I slid right in behind you and stroked my cock into your tight little snatch. Your head came up in a big hurry then, and now I was just plain ready to cum. If there was something sexier than the sight of you getting spanked into readiness, then throwing your head up and your hair back when I penetrated you, it must be reserved for greater beings than we. "You like getting abused a little, huh?" I asked, playfully. "Ohhh, fuck I love it... pull my hair, please? Not hard, just a little..." you gasped back. Grinning like a prize toolbag, I reached out and grabbed your long, black mane. Your gasp told me I'd done it right. Using your hair as reins, I began to slam my cock into you, hard as fuck, right off the bat. The sexiness of the sounds you were making blew my mind. I spanked you one more time, then let go of your hair, grabbed hold of your hips, and just began pounding away, my thickening cock driving into you, and your gasps getting higher and higher. The feeling of bouncing off of your round, perfect ass was sublime. Just as I was sacrificing a hand off your waist to reach and grab your tits, you began shaking. And at long last, I let myself go. With a pair of inarticulate roars, we came simultaneously, my cum flooding your drenched pussy, while your walls slammed down and juiced my cock for everything it had. I'm sure they heard us in Arizona. I swear to God I saw stars. When I came to, you were just waking up yourself. You'd passed out same as I did. Groggily, we made our way to the pillows, and curled up together, no more in love than we were before... again, that just wasn't the idea... but certainly closer, and happier for the experience. "So, what do you think?" I mumbled, after a few minutes of exhausted silence. You turned to me, looked me in the eye, and said something I'd never forget. "That was the single greatest experience of my life. Are you ready to do it again, by any chance?"