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Nothing Like Rainy Weekend Sex

By: drkhonesty



How's this for starters? You walked into the bedroom after a long hard day...you really didn't even want to take a shower. All you wanted to do was fall in the bed. Who cared if it was Friday night? The chances of you sharing your bed with some new and exciting were remote. Your body yearned to be touched...caressed...stroked and pleased. But there was only so much that your fingers could do. You walked towards the bathroom and turned the shower on. The steam built up in the bathroom as you pulled your clothes off. Damn, the jeans fit a little tighter than usual, you thought as you pulled them off. The denim slid down your thighs and dropped to the floor.

As you looked in the mirror, you saw the moisture staining the crotch of your thongs... it was something that happened more frequently these days. Ever since you broke up with your last boyfriend for cheating on you, you were wet more than usual. Your mind drifted towards the last piece of really good dick you had...it belonged to your TRUE love, Darren. If things had worked out between the two of you, he would definitely be making love to you tonight. As you took your top and bra off you glanced in the mirror through the steamy haze. You were pleased with what was there. They didn't sag like other women's breasts did. The morning workouts and sit-ups helped. 

Your mind drifted towards the last time you made love to Darren. If you knew that it was going to be the last time you felt his hands across your body, you would have never let him leave. You didn't mean to get into that argument. He was a store manager trying to work his way up in his company. He got the job offer to go to the Northeast and he had to go. It would be foolish of him to turn down the raise. You knew that, but it didn't console you on those lonely nights when he was in upstate New York and couldn't leave to see you. Oh, the two of you tried to work things out, but after so many canceled visits (by him) and exams (for you), the relationship died. 

So it had been over two years since someone had made love to your entire body. That last asshole you gave the privilege of seeing you naked had no appreciation for what he was looking at. That was why he had been fired after a few months. The steam clouded the small bathroom in your apartment, giving it a sauna-like feel. If only things had been different. You stepped into the shower and began to let the hot water cascade over your body. The soapy body sponge felt good as it washed away the perspiration and fatigue. You rinsed the soap away and stepped onto the bathroom rug. After you dried off and prepared yourself for bed, you walked by the telephone. 

You had missed four calls. There were three from an unknown number and one from your sister (probably asking for money). That wasn't a problem; you took that second job doing the books for that hair salon so you could make a little extra money. You listened to the messages and were surprised to hear that you had four messages. Normally when a solicitor calls, they don't leave messages. The voice was pleasant...only it wasn't a solicitor.

It sounded far away..."I don't know if I have the right number, I'm praying that I do. This is Darren. If this is the right number for Wanda, please call me at my office. The number hasn't changed. Call me before 5 pm this evening. Your heart began to race as you heard his smooth and silky voice over the phone. It melted your heart and created even more wetness in your crotch. In a daze you listened to the other messages. There was a message from a solicitor trying to get you to subscribe to the newspaper. You couldn't be bothered with that. The third message was from your sister. She was trying to get you to go out clubbing with her tonight, but that was the last thing on your mind. Darren had actually called! But it was after 5 pm and you knew that he was gone home.

You listened to the last message on her machine and were quite shocked to hear a strange female's voice. It sounded matronly, as though it could have come from an older aunt. "Ms. Turner, my name is Mrs. Ferguson and I am Mr. Darren Smith's administrative assistant. He wanted me to relay an urgent message to you. He is arriving by plane this evening for a Board of Directors meeting at the annual corporate retreat. He would have called you earlier, but he did not know he would be attending until this morning. He can be reached at the Sunset Palms Resort at Rm. 325. I hope that I am not overstepping my bounds, but I must tell you that he has been miserable without you. I hope you have the chance to spend some time with him." 

You began jumping up and down like a little girl at the thought of seeing Darren again. The resort was less than 15 minutes from your apartment. Your hands shook as you called the resort and asked for room 325. The phone rang twice before that voice filled the earpiece. The greeting seemed like it was tailor-made for you. "Darren, I just got the message from Mrs. Ferguson. She told me that you were in town for some sort of retreat..." Darren replied, "Yes, I am here all weekend for a retreat with some of the corporate officials. It's not really a working retreat, but it's more like a rest and relaxation weekend for selected management and their families. So how have you been doing?" 

You told Darren that you would be finishing your last class in accounting next semester and already had job offers from some well-respected firms. How you longed to tell him that you missed that long, thick-ass dick that had stretched your pussy night after night. Darren seemed to sense what you were feeling when he asked you if the two of you could meet for a late drink at the lounge. Even though it was nearly 11 at night and you were ready for bed, your body tingled at the prospect of seeing that chocolate man of yours smiling at you with those pearly white teeth. "Of course, Darren. It'll be good to catch up with you. I'll be there in about half an hour. Is that soon enough?"

After he said that it would be fine, you reached into your closet and looked for something to wear...your black stretch pants would look good with pink silk top and black sandals. You pulled your hair back in a ponytail and did your makeup. Your heart was beating like a drummer during a halftime challenge at homecoming. As you locked the door and walked to your car, you were thinking about how good that dick was when Darren damn near fucked your brains out in his apartment. The neighbors were always looking at you funny when you left in the morning! Damn the neighbors, you always said.

The dick was good and you didn't care who heard you moaning and groaning through the bedroom walls. His hands always felt good as hell when that tall chocolate brotha started kissing on your neck and heating the pussy up. No matter where you were at, whenever Darren started licking his tongue along your neckline, you started to shiver. Just thinking about it now made your hunter green thong wetter. Subconsciously, you had picked that color out knowing that it was his favorite. With any luck, his tongue would be inside of you tonight. Darren had some good dick, but his tongue was good enough to make a woman wreck a manicure when she grabbed his head.

You got light-headed when you got in the car because the radio station was playing "Turn off the Lights" by Teddy P. Now that was a jam to fuck to. Making love wasn't even in the picture tonight. You might make love later, but first you wanted to feel that sore all over feeling when you got fucked with a good thick-ass dick... Darren was the perfect man to give it to you. When you pulled out of the apartment parking lot, you let the cool air hit you in the face because you were getting flushed.

The ride to the resort was uneventful. The rain began again and it seemed to wash away all of the tension that you were feeling about meeting Darren. The traffic was light due to the weather. That was a good thing because you were trying to keep the horniness from taking over your every thought. You thought about the message that he left. You were hoping that he wanted you back as badly as you wanted him. In your mind the image of your love sat. He was tall, well over your 5-8 frame. In bare feet, he seemed much taller than his official height of 6-1. He wore the weight well, mostly because of the height. One would never guess that he was 245. He always dressed comfortably, no matter what the occasion.

You drove out of the city and entered the countryside where the resort was. The scenic view brought you back into the present. The resort was Victorian-style, with white columns supporting the overhang where nattily dressed valets waited. A tall gentleman with salt and pepper hair walked out to her car. He looked like he could be the big brother you never had, but when you felt his hand grasp yours when you stepped out of the vehicle, it felt so strong...(damn, get a grip on yourself!) Your mind screamed in admonishment. Had it been that long? Could the touch from a mere stranger send her over the edge?

That question lingered inside your head as your legs swung over and slid out of the car. Without meaning to, your eyes locked onto his crotch and you saw a slight bulge. The evening was looking up...all of those exercises must have paid off. The valet took your car and gave you a ticket. "I have been instructed to tell you that the parking is free tonight." Maybe they had the wrong person, but since you were trying to make ends meet, you took the courtesy ticket without asking. The doorman put you in the mindset of a royal greeter. All he needed was a twin and a set of horns to trumpet your arrival. He held the door open and told you that the lounge was across the main lobby.

As you walked to the entrance of the lobby, that queasy feeling started in your stomach. You passed the ladies' room and couldn't resist the urge to check yourself in the mirror. You walked in and were rewarded with opulence fit for a queen. There were floor-to-length mirrors with gold ornate trim, the carpet was plush and thick (yes, carpet!) and the lighting was just right. As you caught your breath and composed yourself, it dawned on you that on some level, nerves were playing a big part in your appearance. You couldn't stop shaking. But after a few moments, you composed yourself....and walked out of the ladies room and into the lounge.

Almost on cue, a waiter greeted you and told you a table had been reserved for you. The lounge was empty, so you were quite confused. You started to order a vodka and cranberry, but the waiter produced a silver tray with a bottle of vodka and a decanter of cranberry juice. In the center were an ice bucket and two short, thick, crystal glasses. Darren remembered! As you started to smile, the waiter placed the tray on the table and disappeared. Then out of nowhere, the slow melodic sounds of a solo saxophonist began to waft through the lounge. The lights seemed to dim until the room turned dark. You poured yourself a drink and began to drift.

The first sip cooled your insides, but it did nothing to quench that fire raging in your pussy...the only man who could do that was your personal fireman. Speak of the devil! He strode into the lounge with a new confidence that you found intoxicating. He had changed. As he got closer, he looked like a panther walking through the jungle. He was always in shape, but now he looked like he had been in the gym every day! His pants hung just right and his chest muscles rippled. He reached the table and you stood to hug him. It felt just like old times...hell, who were you kidding? It felt better than old times. That dick rubbed against your body through his slacks. His hands rubbed across the small of your back before they rested on your ass... were just like you remembered them. 

They caressed each asscheek, pulling you closer to his body. With each moment you felt your pussy getting wetter and wetter. It was almost too much for you to handle, but you knew deep down that this was what you needed. Your soul needed a sweet release that only he could give you. He leaned you back slightly as he bent down to kiss you. Your arms reached up to his wide shoulders and you felt as though you could float away with him. He sensed the desire in your returned kisses and slid his tongue to your lips. You breathed out openly and sighed.....his tongue soothed and healed that fire within you. But wait, at the same time, you grew hungry for more. A mere kiss wouldn't do. Dammit, you wanted this big-dicked brother to bend you over the table and have his way with your body...Would he take you right here in the lounge?

Nothing Like Rainy Weekend Sex Ch. 02



It seemed like a dream. He barely spoke to you and your legs were weak. The mood was right. There was a bit of nastiness to what was happening. The lounge was empty but you would let him take you right there if the place was packed. His hands roamed all over you sending both chills and fires to your very core. In a moment you would break free and beg this man to fuck you doggy style right there. You simply had to have him inside of you! Your nipples poked through the flimsy material of your blouse. All of a sudden you wished that you had worn a simple jacket. Darren loved to nibble on your breasts and they seemed so sensitive right now. 

His right hand made its way to the front of your body. This brother was reading your mind! He grabbed the entire left breast with his right hand and squeezed the nipple. It hurt so well! His left hand was cupped over your ass. You don't know how he did it, but he was actually grabbing the whole ass with his left hand. The room seemed to swirl around as he held you just like that. Finally, you broke free and spoke. "Darren, I...' He interrupted you with a light tender kiss on your lips. 

He didn't say anything but the kiss spoke volumes.... it said; I want you here and now. There was nothing at all to indicate that he wouldn't fuck you right there. He simply had to! He couldn't tease you like this. It wasn't fair! You had been so good and hadn't been with anyone else other than that last excuse of a man. Everyone was being compared to this brown-skinned Adonis who was making you think thoughts that were definitely impure. As wet as you were, there wouldn't be any conversation beyond the moaning that would happen when Darren pumped you like he always did. There didn't need to be any....but he fooled you.

He carried you in his arms out of the lounge area. The thunder outside began to rumble as the rain picked up. The lobby was sparsely populated and there were only a few staff members around. He walked over to the elevator with you in his arms, carrying you like a rag doll. You were so ashamed that you hid your face in his chest. "Darren, what about your back, baby?" Darren whispered in your ear," Don't worry about my back. Worry about yours tonight. "It was music to your ears. He hit the button and the elevator opened.

As soon as he walked inside, he hit the button for his floor and pinned you against the wall. You don't know how he did it, but the man had actually slid his hand inside of your top and unhooked the front clasp to the bra. He pulled it out and put it in his pocket. Your nipples looked like they would tear holes in your top. The elevator had a mirror on each wall and you could see his ass in those pants he was wearing. How you loved to grab that butt when he slammed it into you! Instead of kissing you, he turned you around and put your hands up against the wall....your breasts were pressed against the cold mirror. The silk top provided no relief from the pressure that was building in your nipples. He remembered! How long had it been since a man had taken you so forcefully....and you willingly went along. You wanted to see what he would do in this elevator.

He pulled your hair back and he whispered sweet nothings in your ears. His left hand held your arms above your head and his right held your hips in place. The tension was building as you felt a wave begin to build; it rose from between your legs and washed over your body. Darren teased your earlobe with little pecks. After a few moments, he leaned into you and that throbbing dick sat insistently against your ass. It somehow seemed bigger than before. You yearned for this man to take you right here. But you were scared...he didn't seem to be that large before he left. Your mind began to race and you wanted to leave. He would rip you in to pieces! There was no way that he could fit that into your pussy. It didn't matter if you were dripping wet, that dick was too big!



Nothing Like Rainy Weekend Sex Ch. 03



The elevator slowed as he ground his hips into your ass. It couldn't possibly be stopping now! Not the way that thick piece of meat was pushing against you. It just wasn't fair! After all of this time you wanted Darren to rip your clothes off and tear you apart. You were dripping wet and that thong wasn't doing much to cover up the heavy smell of lust. It wasn't very ladylike, but you were mumbling into the wall as he ground into you...fuck me please is what you said in your mind, but who the hell knows what came out? The elevator bounced as it came to rest on the correct floor. You felt Darren move away from your body as the doors opened. 

His hands moved further south as he held your hips and moved you into his personal space. This magnificent specimen of a man strode into the corridor with an authority that would have been fearful if you didn't know him so well. You watched his ass as he walked down the hallway. When he reached the doorway, he turned to you and swept you effortlessly up in his arms. He swiped the keycard and nudged the door open. Your head rested on his chest and you daydreamed about how that dick would feel. Could you take it? He was so thick now.....it would feel so damned good to be stretched by him.

Darren kicked the door closed and you heard it click when he locked it. You felt like a baby in his arms as he moved towards the massive bed. In your dreams, you would be floating on air. But in reality, you were quite concerned by the fact that it was show time. Darren whispered your name gently as he stood next to the bed. It seemed like he was miles away.."Do you want to do this baby?" You were a little hesitant because now it was time to put up or shut up. True, you desired his body, but it had been two years since that dick had stretched you just right. It had imprinted itself onto your pussy and you never forgot it.

Did you still have it? Those thoughts raced through your mind as Darren began to kiss you gently on the side of your neck. He pulled your hair back so that he could get to the sensitive spot by your ear. Your body tingled as he laid you on the bed ever so gently. If he knew what you were thinking, it would be the only time that he treated you gently this evening. Romance was nice, but it had been so long that you needed a good fuck.

Darren must have read your mind. He began pulling his clothes off and his body was framed by the soft moonlight coming through the windows. Before you knew it he was standing before you, looking down onto your figure. He knelt to one knee and began to pull your clothes off roughly. The stretch pants were pulled down forcefully and he kissed you feverishly. His lips found yours and soothed that longing momentarily. He leaned into you and your hands found that big assed dick. It was as thick as one of those old Coca-Cola bottles you couldn't get any more. You know the six ounce kind that came out of the old fashioned machines. Your hand wrapped around it and you felt the heat that came with it.

His hands began to pull your shirt over your head and you felt dizzy as he flipped you over on the bed. He grabbed your hips and pulled them up in the air. Your butt was high in the air and you waited for him to ram that meat into you. The room was eerily quiet as he moved around on the bed. His weight shifted and then you felt his hands pulling you down towards the bed.

This man had decided to surprise you after all. He pulled your pussy down onto his face and began to feast. Your juices were dripping like a leaky faucet and you couldn't breathe for a moment. He wasn't eating it like most inexperienced men do. Darren was licking it from the back to the front. His tongue was sliding into the pink crack with a smoothness that was unreal... your insides quivered and shook as he snaked his way into you. It seemed like he was part animal, part man. Running wasn't an option.



Nothing Like Rainy Weekend Sex Ch. 04



Your mind was swimming with both fear and frustration. It had been so long since you had been pleased by a man! You wanted to tell him to simply fuck you, but that wasn't what you wanted tonight. Here, tonight, the love of your life was back to give you what you needed and wanted. Your legs either slid open or Darren pulled them wider. At this point, you couldn't tell what happened. The only thing that mattered was that Darren was eating the pussy that missed him. He wasn't one of those silent eaters who appears to be ashamed that he went down on his woman. Some guys acted like they were doing you a favor. Darren called it a pleasure for him too. His tongue slid into the creamy center and ran along the length of your womanhood. He started at the bottom and eased up into the center. He was going so tantalizingly slow!

You just knew that he was going that slowly because he wanted to please you. Your legs began to shake uncontrollably. It wasn't fair your mind was screaming. He had just started and you were already coming. Darren knew the tell-tale signs and stretched the lips of your vagina open wider with his thumbs. His tongue rubbed your sensitive clit like velvet sandpaper.

The shaking intensified as he grabbed your ass with the rest of his fingers and squeezed. The pressure began to build. He continued his slow torture of you by licking and smacking. It sounded like he was trying to lick up all of the ice cream from an ice cream cone. Your hips started to move in rhythm with his licks. He put his entire mouth on the pussy at one point, covering all of you with his lips and tongue. The feeling was so divine that you seemed to leave your body. You felt as light as air and that tingly feeling washed over your body. It started from your clit (where else?) and traveled outward. You were moving away from him and your nipples hit your sheets a certain way...that was it.

You were grinding that pussy into his face and he was taking it. The nipples seemed to set off a trigger. Your breathing was short and the juices intensified. They flowed out of you like a steady stream. You felt his tongue lapping up as much as he could, but there was no way that he could get it all. Darren didn't know that though. The warm feeling of the orgasm washed over your body like a wave. You looked down and saw your man's face covered in wetness and cream. Most of it centered on his mouth and nose. To some it would seem nasty, but to you it was erotic and romantic. You were perplexed as he licked his lips....damn; it felt good to be back with this man!

As you lie in his arms, you wondered if this was a weekend fling or does Darren really want to make this thing work?It felt good to feel secure in his arms. The rain was beating down outside playing a sensual rhythm that matched your heartbeat. Your mind seemed to be floating outside of your body as you felt his dick pressing against your butt. Darren began to grind into your rear end in a smooth motion. It was faint at first, coupled with the sensation of his arms holding you. He kissed the back of your neck as he pulled the hair aside. That was like uncovering a million nerve endings.

Darren rolled you over onto your belly and began kissing you across your back. He started at the top of your spinal column and slowly worked his way downward, pausing in the area between your shoulder blades. As he worked magic on your back, his hands began kneading your ass in a circular motion. The stimulus caused by his hands and lips was becoming a problem. You were already on fire from the good dicking he had just given you and now he was throwing a semi massage into the mix? It was going to be a long night.

Your pussy dripped fresh juices from somewhere deep inside of you. Darren slowly rose over your body and disappeared for a moment. You were giddy but confused. No he didn't! Why was he leaving now? This pussy was juicy and heated up. It was time for him to finish what he started. The bed sagged as you felt his body come back to the bed. He whispered that he had to get a condom. The room seemed to echo with the sound of the wrapper being torn open. Darren pulled your body up in the air with your ass high for his enjoyment. 

This was it. That big dick was going in that pussy tonight! Darren gently spread you open with his fingers and you held your breath ....your whimpers of delight filled the room after he slid the fat head inside. He was so gentle yet forceful. Your knees were weak and began to shake. Darren was sliding into you with an effortless motion. He grabbed your arms and placed them behind your back. The palms were open and resting on the small of your back. His pumping action mimicked the rhythmic sound of the rain falling. He worked that dick into you bit by bit and grabbed your hands with his. Your pussy was talking to you. It was saying where has this dick been? 

You would be damned if this man was leaving you again. He stretched you open and was pulling you back into him by using your hands. When he was able to put the entire dick into you, it felt like you were being split open. He sensed your discomfort and stopped right there. The dick seemed to continue to grow as it found new depths to the pussy. Damn, you didn't even know that you were that deep! He began to pump you, slowly at first, but more insistent after you began to babble incoherently. You begged him to pound you with that dick. He seemed to believe that you wanted it and began to throw all of his weight into you. It seemed as though you were being stabbed with a thick steel pole. Each thrust brought joy to your pelvic region. Darren pounded you with a force not unlike a man possessed. He was writing his name in the pussy. Any man who came after him would know that you had been pleased in a way few men can please a woman. 

The tingling feeling began to creep into you again. This time it was more intense. Darren was driving into you with all of his weight. You were gripping his dick with the walls of your pussy. His breathing grew heavier and shorter. This was the tell-tale sign that your man was going to come. You felt a torrent of fluid spill out of your pussy. It was flowing from you like there was a water hose inside of you. The two of you seemed to be on the same wavelength...he bellowed out loud as he came for you, his baby. The room seemed to spin as the two of you fell onto the bed exhausted and spent, but satisfied. 

Your body was spent but your mind was still sharp, despite having had two mind-shattering orgasms. The question begged to be asked, but you were so afraid that it would spoil the moment. You had to know. If there was no chance of being with Darren on ALL levels, then you would not be willing to continue to be tortured like this. No matter how good the sex was, a real woman wants to know that she is with someone for the long haul and she is more than just a good fuck.

MORE TO COME...



Nothing Like Rainy Weekend Sex Ch. 05



READ THE PREVIOUS CHAPTERS TO GET A BETTER UNDERSTANDING OF THE STORY THUS FAR!

You were awakened by a strange feeling deep down. It made you feel funny and at the same time made you sad. This wasn't that throbbing sensation between your legs, but instead it was the warm feeling that came from being held by Darren. He was indeed the true love of your life and if only for one night, he was back. It could not have come at a better time. Granted, you loved the feeling between your legs, but it felt even better to have this strong black man back. So many nights you wanted to call him and tell him just how much he was missed, but the distance and pain was too great. Whatever it was that brought you and he together once again was appreciated, but you now wondered what would become of this. What would the new day bring?

As if by some grand design, the drizzle increased to a thunderstorm during the night. Now in the early hours of the morning, the thunder roared and the lightning rolled across the sky. You never had liked storms. A thunderclap popped too close for your comfort and you jumped. Darren was there to comfort you. He awoke and pulled you ever closer. You could feel his dick pressing against the back of your thighs.

"Baby, I'm here. Everything is okay," he said.

Your mind fought to say the words. They came out in a whisper. "Is it Darren? Are things ok? What are we really doing here? Are you just here to get some for the weekend and dip?"

Darren turned you around to face him. Normally this meant that he was going to try and go down on you, but tonight you weren't going to fall for it. No matter how good that brother's tongue was, you wanted an answer. He sat up in the bed and pulled you to him. It felt good to rest your head on his chest. His hands ran through your hair as he looked into your eyes. "Sweetheart, I have some good news to tell you. I know that the distance was too much for us in the past. That's not a factor now. The reason I am here this weekend is because there are some openings and I am being considered for a promotion."

Your heart began to beat double time. Darren was being promoted? "But Darren, what does that have to with me?" you asked him. Your eyes began to get misty as he explained. It seemed that there was an upside to his being away from you for so long. He had performed so well at the store level, that he was being given the choice of district manager positions. One of the positions was in this area. So basically what was happening was that he could be coming back....if you would have him. 

"Now, honey, there isn't anything written in stone yet and there are three jobs open. I didn't know about it until this morning," Darren said.

Rather than answer him verbally and risk saying something unintelligible, you decided to let your actions speak for you. As the thunder roared outside, you began to kiss him lightly on his chest. This always drove him crazy. Your hands found that fat dick that was still a little wet from your juices. As you teased his body with your mouth, his hips began to move. He wanted you to suck his dick right now without any foreplay, but where was the fun in that? You stroked the head of his dick with one hand and played with his balls with the other. He was close to coming again but you backed off and let him relax for a moment. 

As you watched his dick sway back and forth, you decided to really answer his question. You flipped around in the bed until your pussy was in his face. He knew what that meant. He never turned down your pussy. But tonight was cause for celebration. Darren had hardly begun to lick the pink folds of your pussy when you pulled his dick to your face and took the head in your mouth. It was something you always wanted to do with him but never did. Similar to a great prizefight, the two of you took turns. Darren would lick your pussy ever so slowly and gently one minute and the next he would be going faster than a cat lapping up milk. Not to be outdone, you opened your mouth wide and began to taste the dick that had pleased you so well a few hours ago. You were determined to take as much of this dick as you could. It felt as though his dick was ready to explode. The saliva had been running down his dick and you didn't care. The nastier, the better, you always said. He seemed to love it because he pulled your pussy open and tried to get his tongue into your stomach. It felt so good to have his tongue sliding around inside you! The texture was amazing too.

But with all good things they must come to an end. The pressure was just too intense. His hands grabbed your thighs harder as you sucked his manhood. You were rewarded with a sweeter taste than before. That dick was ready to explode! It seemed impossible but it was happening. Darren had always wanted you to swallow, but you said that you would reserve that for a special occasion. If tonight wasn't one, you didn't know what one was. His balls began to quiver in your hands as he shivered. His licks became mini moans into your pussy. His whole mouth was covering you and it sent shockwaves throughout you. You were both coming! This only happens in the movies, no one ever comes like this you thought. But there was proof between your legs, because cream was coming out. Darren lapped as much of it up as he could. While he was finishing that, you were tasting the thick cum shooting into your throat.....it was so damned hot!

COMING SOON........SUNRISE!



Nothing Like Rainy Weekend Sex Ch. 06



There was a different smell in the room. It was something that you hadn't smelled in such a long time. It was a heady mix of salt air, sex and breakfast? How did breakfast get into your house? The last thing you remembered was.....oh boy.

Darren had called you. It wasn't a dream! The throbbing sensation that can only come from a steady pelvic pounding was Exhibit A. The wet spot in the bed was Exhibit B. Exhibit C was in the other section of the suite, preparing a mimosa for you. Dang, he looked good! His robe flowed across his body like a warrior's cloak. There was no mistaking that it was not a dream. You had been pounded mercilessly and drilled well by your ex-boyfriend, Darren.

Your favorite breakfast was waiting for you. It was very tempting to grab him and re-enact some of the steamier scenes from the night before, but you needed food. Looking on the floor, you slipped into his shirt from the night before, letting his signature smell envelop you. He was reading the paper and called you. As you reached him, you pinched your nipples ever so slightly to get them erect. Similar to last night, your answer was physical, not verbal.

You managed to approach him ever so silently and hug him from behind. As you eased your hands across his chest, your nipples protruded from the cotton dress shirt. His head lay back and rested in the valley of your bosom. You placed a tender peck on his forehead and darted away before it led to other things.

The breakfast was exactly what you needed. Two eggs, fried hard with bacon and grits. It tasted even better when someone else made it. A pitcher of mimosa and you were perfectly fine. But you still had to know, so here goes.

"Darren, how do I fit into your life now? ", you asked. "What if I can't get a job near you and I have to move?"

Darren put his paper down and replied calmly, "I plan on telling my supervisor that I am going to need to have some leeway in that regard. The company is very big on family, so they appreciate having management with families. They have a track record of supporting younger executives. It doesn't look good at first, but it pays off in happy employees later."

As he spoke, you ate your food. It seemed too good to be true. Part of you said that he only came back to lock in the management slot. But the sensible side of you remembered what Mrs. Ferguson had said. He was miserable without you. You were miserable without him. He looked to your face for some type of answer or response.

There was no sound as you finished your plate. His face seemed confused as you smiled and placed the plates on the return cart and slid it into the hallway. When you turned around, your body yearned to have him. Actions speak louder than words, so you decided you yell your response. 

The white dress shirt slid off and you walked toward your man. He was yours, no one else's and if he was willing to make a go of it, so were you. "Darren, I am willing to go where you go and make this work." As you whispered these words, your manicured hands disappeared between your legs. Standing just mere inches away, you gave him a show. Your acrylic nails slid in and out of your creamy pussy. He tried to get up, but you told him no. This was your show and present to him. The room seemed eerily quiet as you played with your clit. Somewhere in your memory banks you recalled hearing that writing the alphabet on the clit was a great way to achieve orgasm. As your left hand held the lips open, your right darted into the folds, making your pussy talk. That squishing sound seemed like a waterfall in the quiet room. Every now and then, you would write a letter on the clit. As you reached the letter E, your knees got weak. After H, Darren began stoking his cock. No sooner had you gotten to O when you felt fluids running down your leg. It was warm and flowed freely. A less-experienced woman might think she was peeing.

But you knew better. That was the tell-tale sign that you were about to come. Darren seized the moment and stripped his robe completely off. That big-assed cock stood in the air like an old Cold War era missile. You decided to show him how much of a freak you could be. As he stroked his eight inch long dick his head leaned back. He loved to see you play with yourself, but this would be something new. You moved forward, lining your steaming pussy up with the thick cock. Before Darren knew what was happening, you had slid the head into your opening. With one downward motion, you impaled yourself. Your insides were on fire and tears welled from your eyes. As the back of your pussy was being battered, you started to quiver. Your sugar walls were trembling in anticipation. Darren tried to stand up, but you pushed him down. Slamming your hips down like a jackhammer caused him to look at you funny. Darren didn't know that exercise sessions had taken the place of sex. Last night was all him, but now you were going to show him. 

Your hands pressed down on his chest and you used him to lift yourself up. He tried to feel your breasts but it wasn't that kind of party. When you pulled him out, you brought your lips just to the crown of his cock and slid back down with force and speed. Your orgasm was building and would not be denied. It was a different kind of stimulation now. The clit was an afterthought. The walls were slick and pulsating. Darren came first and he exploded into you. His cum was mixing with your juices and settling at the base of his cock. You lasted three more bone-jarring impalements before you flooded him and his thighs with your cum...