0 comments/ 12711 views/ 0 favorites Prelude To An Evening Ch. 1 By: Nomad24 Thomas pulled up to the beach house just as the oranges and reds from the setting sun ignited the clouds out over the ocean, which in turn ignited the ocean into its own brand of sparkling color. He turned the engine off and sat there for a moment, just starring out at the fiery sky and golden sea, wondering if Nature held any greater beauty than the ocean at sunset. His question was asked and answered in a heartbeat as he turned his head towards the front of the house. The light from the sky and off the ocean hit Kara's brownish-blonde hair in such a way as to set it shining more brightly and fiercely than both put together. Not only did it seem as if the entire scene, sun, ocean, light and hair was constructed for the sole purpose of accenting her beauty; but rather it seemed as though the sun and ocean and sky were competing in a friendly and futile game, attempting to outshine her. They all failed completely. She was gorgeous. Simply, profoundly. She began walking towards the car, her body moving with a grace envied by the dolphins in the sea and a smoothness that made calm rivers jealous. Her hips swayed as though blown by the gentlest of breezes and her breasts bounced just ever so slightly, attracting the attention of the eye while leaving it free to explore the rest of her. Her legs crawled out of her dress at about mid-thigh, leaving just the right amount to the imagination. She looked at Thomas then, he was, as he always was, lost again in the beauty of her face. Eyes greener than the purest emeralds, lips fuller than any he'd ever seen before. Cheekbones, chin, her entire face…beautiful. Hair, hips, breasts, legs, eyes, lips, cheeks, chin; everything was put together in such a way that it seemed as if God himself was saying, "Hey. See what I can do." Thomas watched Kara walk, entranced. Then, as she got closer, a smile grew on his face, the same smile he wore whenever she came near him. Ear to ear, and then some. "Hey, sexy," she said to him, her voice a perfect melody, one to rival the most finely tuned violin. "Hey, beautiful," he answered. She walked around and got in, the automatic seatbelt closing around her body tightly. Lucky seatbelt. She leaned across the E-brake to kiss Thomas. Lucky Thomas. The kiss was soft and light, then stronger and heavier. Her tongue snaked into his mouth ever so briefly, giving him (and her) just a taste before she pulled away. "We should get going," Kara said, devilish smirk on her face. Thomas just smiled and put the car in reverse. Fifteen minutes later found them cruising down the highway. The sun had by now sunk below the horizon and darkness was rapidly falling. "Remind me again where we're going," Thomas asked. "It's an office party, I told you already." "Then why'd I have to get dressed up?" He looked down sheepishly at his tux. "You wouldn't want me to be dressed up without you, would you?" Thomas gave her a quick look up and down, studying the curves the tight black dress formed along her whole body, accenting everything. "No, I suppose not. But why did either of us have to get dressed up?" "It's a theme, silly." "You know how much I hate this sort of thing." "What, gatherings?" "Exactly. I don't like people." "Ahem!" "I mean, other people. I don't like other people." "That's better, I guess" she said, her mock anger sated. Kara rested her hand on his thigh. "But seriously, Tom, why don't you want to do this? I thought it would be fun, you know, doing something." "It's not that, I'm sure I'll have a good time. It's just I'd much rather be back at your place, making love to you until dawn." He smiled as if joking, but they both knew he was serious. Her hand started to rub up and down his leg. "So would I." She was serious, too. "But we can still do that. Let's just have a good time tonight." "Fair enough." Her hand moved to his zipper. "But here's something to tide you over." The zipper came down. "Kara, what are you doing?" "Well, I can't have you walking around the party all night thinking of nothing else but making love to me. You just wouldn't be civil," she said. "Not that I would mind, of course." Her hand went into his pants and began rubbing his cock through his boxers. A sigh escaped from his mouth. "I suppose you've gotta do, ahh, what you've gotta, mm, do." "I'm glad you agree." Her hand continued rubbing his rapidly rising erection. She reached through the fly in his boxers and freed his cock. Despite the cool temperatures that had come once the sun had set, Thomas was still rock hard. He felt Kara's silky hand wrap around him, and she began to stroke up and down. Lightly and slowly, agonizingly pleasurable. A moan escaped his lips. As hard as it was for Thomas to steer straight with Kara's wonderful hand massaging his manhood, it became all but impossible when she dropped her head to his lap and began running her tongue along his length. Up one side, down another. The she began to circle her tongue around his width, all the while keeping her hand wrapped tight around the base of his prick. With his cock now slick from her saliva, Kara began once again to pump him up and down. Harder now, faster. Thomas's moans were becoming almost continuous. His driving was becoming increasingly erratic as he tried to keep the car straight while savoring the feel of Kara's hand jacking his spit-slickened cock. All throughout the marvelous hand job, Kara would occasionally bend down and lick lightly at the tip of Thomas's prick. One of these licks took an incredible turn when, instead of simply licking at the tip, Kara's whole mouth covered the head and held on, the suction created by her lips forming a tight seal around Thomas's prick. He almost crashed then. Her head began to slowly sink down his length. Thomas could feel his cock sliding ever deeper and deeper into her mouth, the warm wetness filling his entire awareness. When his dick hit the back of her mouth and began sliding down her throat, still agonizingly slowly, he thought he would lose it. But Kara knew her man better than that. Just then she stopped and simply held him in her mouth, giving him time to recover. She wanted this to last. With his cock buried to almost three-fourths of its length inside her mouth and throat, Thomas felt as though he was in paradise. When she sensed Thomas had had enough time, Kara began her ministrations again, this time running her tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock as she kept it in her mouth. Between her tongue, her lips still holding tight, and her mouth, Kara was going to force Thomas off the road. Somehow, he managed to keep the car on the road even as he moaned and sighed and gasped under her careful attention. Kara retreated her mouth from his prick until she held only the head in her mouth. Then, in one fell swoop, she sunk her head down, taking his entire length into her mouth and throat until her face was buried in his pubic hair. This sent Thomas right back to the brink. For a moment, Kara just held him there, reveling in the scent of his crotch as Thomas reveled in the feel of her smooth velvet throat and warm wet mouth. Her tongue was moving the entire time, massaging whatever parts of Thomas's cock it could reach. Kara pulled back again, only to push forward again, taking his entire length. She repeated this several more times, down, up, down, up, increasing the speed of her bobbing every time until she was practically fucking her mouth with his prick. Faster and faster she went, all the time maintaining the suction with her lips and the action with her tongue. "I'm gonna cum…" Thomas managed to whisper between moans. Kara was in no position to reply verbally, so she replied by redoubling her efforts on his cock. She wanted to taste his sperm, wanted it badly. She was almost as worked up by the blowjob as he was. Her mouth flew up and down on his cock, still faster. Sensing how close Thomas was, Kara took her mouth off his cock and grabbed it with her hand and began jacking furiously. Her hand was a blur on his prick as she poised her open mouth right above his cock, waiting for his sperm. Thomas's moans were reaching a crescendo as Kara worked to bring him to an explosive orgasm. "I'm gonna cum…" he repeated. "Good. Cum in my mouth, I want to taste you." This was the last straw for Thomas as he passed his breaking point and began to spurt. The first jet of semen arched straight into Kara's waiting mouth. She then quickly sank her mouth back down to cover Thomas's cock completely as he deposited jet after jet of hot semen down her throat. Thomas was surprised he hadn't passed out from the pleasure as he felt his orgasm start to subside. It was then that he noticed he was doing nearly ninety miles an hour down the highway. He gently slowed the car. He also noticed that the last rays of light from the sun had disappeared and now the only light came from his own headlights. He was shocked again that he'd managed to keep from crashing. Kara's mouth still covered Thomas's cock and she sucked, milking the last of his jizz. Thomas could see her throat pulse as she swallowed the load he'd left in her mouth. How did I get so lucky? he asked himself. Once satisfied that she had gathered all she could, and that Thomas was a clean as possible, Kara lifted her head, smacked her lips, and began tucking Thomas back into his pants. Then, with her head still in his lap, Kara looked up at him and said, "I love you." "I love you too," he replied without hesitation. She lifted her head to his and gave him a long, soft kiss before settling back into her seat. They drove on to the party, each looking forward to it now, but moreso they were eager for the times they'd have afterwards… **Note** There is more to this story, but I was just curious to see how this part was received. Lemme know. Prelude To An Evening Ch. 2 The party was what it was, an office party. Despite this auspicious moniker, it was still quite something. Kara worked for a small but prestigious consulting firm, and tonight was sort of a congratulatory party. The firm, and in particular the division Kara headed up, had posted record profits and industry-leading numbers across the board. The higher-ups had decided, accordingly, that the staff should be rewarded with a night of food, drink, music, and dancing. Foods of every kind imaginable were paraded around the room on silver trays by very trim and proper young people wearing impossibly white wait staff uniforms. Well-looking men in sharp-looking tuxes and beautiful women in gorgeous dresses sipped scotch and champagne and chatted amiably amongst themselves. In the middle of the reception hall was a medium sized dance floor. Kara had dragged Thomas out to it a couple of times before finally giving in to his lame excuses and allowing him to sit out the dances. The two were inseparable, however, throughout the entire evening. Kara hung on Thomas's arm as he talked politics with anyone who'd listen; and Thomas hung on Kara's arm as she talked business with coworkers. They talked, and ate, and drank, and laughed, and had a marvelous time. Thomas was quite surprised with exactly how good a time he was having. But no matter how much fun he was having, the memory of the ride over would not leave his mind. A couple of times he had to sit down at one of the tables and wait for his hardon to subside. And Kara certainly wasn't helping as far as that was concerned. Whenever she thought she could get away with it, she'd lean into his ear and whisper things like, "I can't wait to fuck your brains out tonight," or, "Your cum tasted so good in the car," or, "I keep imagining your cock inside me." Thomas knew how Kara could get when she was in these moods. For the most part, she was a very normal, even slightly reserved, young woman. But when she got horny she became a wanton sex fiend. Dirty, vulgar, aggressive. It was really quite something, Thomas thought, to watch her personality change so drastically. Not that he was complaining, of course. The evening reached a climax when the firm Chairman cut into the middle of one song. He thanked and congratulated the entire staff for a fantastic fiscal quarter. Applause. He then singled out Kara and her division for their contribution to the firm. More applause. The chairman paused before continuing. When he did, he electrified the room by announcing that Kara was being promoted to Junior Vice President of West Coast Operations, making her, at 29, the youngest VP in firm history. There was a stunned silence followed by an enormous round of applause. Everyone knew she deserved it, and everyone was happy for her. Especially Thomas. He knew better than anyone how hard she had worked for that firm. Thomas had spent many a late night sleeping alone in bed while Kara poured over reports and account data. She worked to the bone for this job since day one, and now it was finally hers. Thomas stared adoringly at her as she tried to process everything. Better than anyone in that room, Thomas could read the happiness in her expression. Later, once everyone had offered their personal congratulations to Kara; once the party had winded down and everyone had left; once Thomas and Kara were back on the highway; Kara rested her head on Thomas's shoulder as he drove through the near-absolute darkness of the 1 AM night. "You know what this promotion means, right?" she asked him. "Long hours, more responsibility, a LOT more money," he jokingly replied. "Besides that," she said smiling. "What?" "It means I've done it. Here I am, just twenty-nine years old, barely even an adult, and I've done it." "Done what?" Thomas had no idea what she was talking about. "Gotten it all. The job I've dreamed about since junior year of college, the house I've dreamed about since high school, and the man I've dreamed about since I was a little girl. Everything I've ever wanted, I have. All my dreams have come true." "That makes two of us." She sat up and looked him square in the eyes, smiled, and put her head back on his shoulder. The made the rest of the trip back in peaceful, meaningful silence. When they reached Kara's house, Thomas walked her to her door. "I'll call you tomorrow," she said. "What? Aren't I coming in?" "Well, it's kinda late and I just thought you might want to sleep in your own bed tonight." "Are you kidding? Unless you're kicking me out, there's no way you're going to spend tonight, your big night, alone." Kara smiled. Just then the clouds that had been gathering parted enough to allow a shaft of moonlight to light the whole coast. Thomas marveled again at how beautiful she was, even in the pale light of the moon. They entered the house without further words, and walked up the stairs. Still in silence, they entered Kara's bedroom. Thomas turned her around so she was facing him and kissed her long and soft, his lips massaging hers. Eventually her tongue began to search for his and when they found each other, they entwined in a warm, wet embrace. As they kissed, Thomas moved his hand to Kara's hips and began rubbing her waist, massaging her body through her dress. His lips left hers and began to make their way to her neck, lightly sucking there. Then he moved to her shoulders, kissing and sucking there, too. His kisses traced from her neck to her arms, sliding the strap of her dress off her shoulder, leaving it bare and victim to his attentions. Kara moaned slightly. Thomas traced his kisses from the top of her arm across the top of her chest to her other shoulder and gave it the same treatment he'd given the previous one. Kara's dress was now held on only by its form-fitting cling to the wonderful curves of her body. Thomas again kissed the top of her chest, slowly moving his kisses down, and taking the top of the dress with him as he went. As his kissed moved down, he peeled away her dress. Kara could feel not only Thomas's attentions, but also the motivating force behind them. Far different from the hasty blowjob in the car earlier that night, this new activity was slow and gentle. The former had been driven by blind lust; Thomas's need for Kara, and her need for him. Now, though, was more than just the sating of animal urges. This was driven by pure love; Kara's love for Thomas, and his love for her. This was the sating not of animal urges, but of human urges, human love. With each kiss Thomas placed on her body, Kara felt the love and emotion behind it; with each caress of her hips, Kara felt the caring and feeling Thomas had for her. And she felt all that, and more than that. She felt it all, the love and emotion and caring and feeling, reflected in herself. She loved Thomas as deeply as he loved her and with each kiss, each caress, each tender attention Kara felt that love grow stronger and stronger. When Thomas got to the tops of Kara's breasts, he stopped and began to softly lick at them. Kara moaned again. Thomas peeled the dress away again, this time revealing her amazing breasts fully. Wonderful breasts, neither too large nor too small, upon which sat impossibly hard nipples, jutting out at Thomas, begging to be attended. He was more than happy to oblige. Thomas licked lightly at her left nipple. Kara sighed. He licked again. And again. And again, until his tongue was giving her nipple constant attention. Kara was sighing heavily now, her nipples being very sensitive. After a couple of final licks and lightly biting her left nipple, Thomas began moving to the right one. He started tracing circles around the whole of her breast with his tongue, gradually shrinking in size until his tongue just circled around and around the areola. He could tell from the sounds escaping her lips that he was driving Kara crazy. Then, suddenly, Thomas clamped down on her nipple with his lips and sucked hard. Kara gasped in surprise and pleasure as Thomas applied gentle but firm suction to her nipple. When he removed his mouth, he slid the rest of Kara's dress off until it collected around her ankles. Thomas guided her to the bed and laid her down on it, his strong and gentle hands sure of their movement. He resumed his loving attentions to her breasts, alternately licking and kissing one while massaging and rubbing the other. Kara was beginning to move slightly, eyes closed and back arching in pleasure whenever Thomas flicked her nipples with his tongue or finger. Still keeping his lips and tongue glue to one nipple, Thomas moved his free hand down her body, rubbing at her stomach, her waist, her hips and her thighs. With little hesitation, he slipped his hand between Kara's legs and began to rub the inside of her thighs. He moved his hand all over her legs, slowly and firmly, coming close to, but carefully avoiding, Kara's thong-covered snatch. Then, through her underwear, Thomas began to rub Kara's pussy with the flat of his hand. She moaned deeply. Thomas continued rubbing as his mouth left her nipples and began traveling down her body, planting kisses on every square inch of her tanned skin. He kissed underneath her breasts, then lower to her stomach, then around her waist. He tickled her belly button with his tongue briefly before continuing his path downward. As he kissed the area between her navel and the top of her underwear, his hands left her pussy and her breasts, which he'd been continuously massaging. Looking into her eyes, now open, Thomas began to remove her thong. Slowly, gently, lovingly, he slid it down her legs, rubbing them all the way. He dropped the thong on the floor by the bed and began kissing his way back up her legs, from her ankles to her shins, to her knees and thighs, coming at last, again, to her pussy. Thomas spread her legs and began to rub her now bare pussy. Her outer lips were spread and wet, her juices beginning to flow. Thomas rubbed up and down, and the inserted a finger, only a little bit, into her hole. Kara gasped, eyes closed again and head thrown back. Thomas repeated this delightful torture before returning to rubbing her cunt; softly and slowly, then firmly, massaging it. He leaned his head close to her pussy and breathed in deeply, delighting in her scent. He began to kiss her pussy lips, sucking them gently into his mouth. His tongue snaked out and began to rub up and down her pussy, flat and wide, covering as much of her in each pass as he could. He savored her taste, loving it as he did everything about her. He continued licking up and down her snatch until her moans and sighs were coming continuously. Her hand found his head and began running through his hair as he licked her over and over, enjoying it almost, but not quite, as much as she. Thomas loved, more than anything, to make Kara happy. And the happier he made her, the happier he made himself. His tongue broke from its long, broad strokes to part her pussy lips and taste the inside of her glorious cunt. His tongue snaked in, studying every inch of her insides, despite that fact that he knew her better than he knew himself. As his tongue traveled and searched, licking and rubbed, Kara's moans began coming in punctuated gasps. Thomas's loving attentions were driving her to the brink. Thomas's probing tongue soon discovered her clit. That was very nearly it for Kara. She screamed in pleasure. Loudly. Very loudly. Thomas flicked her engorged clit with only the tip of his tongue, teasing it. Then he began giving it serious attention, driving Kara's moans up even a few more decibels in volume. As his tongue continued to flick, lick, rub, and tease her clit, Thomas brought his hand up and began to rub her pussy yet again, inserting his finger back into the hole it had left only minutes before. But instead of the short, brief strokes he had teased her with before, these were long, deep, intense strokes. When he had thought her moans couldn't grow any louder, Kara proved Thomas wrong. Despite the house's relatively remote location, Thomas thought someone, perhaps taking a moonlit stroll on the beach, would overhear. He decided that Kara had enjoyed enough teasing and delaying of that final moment of ultimate pleasure. Thomas knew her body, knew her sounds and movements. He had known for sometime that she was ready for release, but he had intentionally prolonged it, trying to bring her to a supreme height. Now, he thought, she was ready. Thomas headed into the home stretch. With his finger still taking deep strokes and his tongue still playing with Kara's clit, Thomas began the attentions he knew would bring her over the edge. His lips clamped down on her clit and sucked hard while his tongue continued to tease the tip. His finger plunged deep into her womanhood and stayed there as he began to wiggle it around, feeling every intimate detail and texture of her insides. He found her G-spot easily enough, and applied pressure at the same time as his teeth nibbled lightly on her clit. He was oblivious to her moans and screams, her cries of his name and the lord's. All that concerned him, all that filled his world and awareness, was her pleasure. His finger pulled out, only to be joined by a second and plunged in again. He worked his fingers around the inside of her lovebox, moving them together and separately, trying to pleasure every square centimeter of her. His tongue continued its work on her clit, in combination with teeth and lips. His free hand, which had until now caressed her thigh, reach up to touch her stomach, breasts, nipples. He rubbed her stomach, stroked her breasts, and pinched her nipples. Kara's voice had lost all coherency now. There were no starts and no stops to her moans and cries; they all combined into one seemingly continuous, guttural, sound. Thomas took no notice as he drove her onward and onward to that final pleasure. Thomas took no notice of how long this continued—one hand on her breasts, one hand in her pussy, and his mouth on her clit—lost as he was in that timeless world where all that existed was his love for Kara and the pleasure he could bring her. But knowing Kara's body as he did, Thomas knew exactly when she was about to break. As hard as he had been going, when he felt her reach that point, he put even more into it, pouring all his love out in a physical manifestation which urged, drove, herded, propelled Kara toward a mind-shattering orgasm. That was it. Kara's moans shot up suddenly, in both volume and pitch. Her voice went so high and so loud so suddenly that it soon ceased to register. Whether it had simply exceeded human auditory range or sound had stopped coming from her throat was not clear. Either way, there was silence in the room and house for the first time in a while. Kara's back arched in utter pleasure, her beautiful body poised in perhaps the sexiest pose any female body can make. Her pussy clenched around Thomas's hand, which had three fingers now inside her. Her juices began flowing, coating Thomas's open mouth, even as his tongue still licked her clit. He continued pleasuring Kara through her mind-shattering orgasm, prolonging it as much as possible. His tongue left her clit and began licking at random; trying to lap up as much as possible of what was to Thomas the nectar of the gods. Even this simple lapping did much to stretch out Kara's pleasure. She was silent for long minutes as her orgasm passed over her, as pleasure indescribable went through her entire body like a wave. Her toes went numb, her knees shook, her pussy pulsed, her breath came in uncontrolled spurts, her breasts heaved, her mouth opened, her eyes closed, and her nostrils flared. At that final, glorious, magnificent, splendid moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure, Kara ceased to be aware of anything. Nothing reached her five senses. She saw nothing, heard nothing, tasted nothing, smelt nothing, and felt nothing. Well, felt nothing in the traditional sense. In that moment her body and her awareness had surpassed touch. What she felt then, the pleasure, was driven by something not possible through tactile sensation. What she "felt" was pleasure beyond words, beyond understanding. And as this pleasure passed over and through her, she felt something greater and far more profound. She felt Thomas's love behind it, pushing it, moving it through her. And when the pleasure passed, as all pleasure does, and became memory, her body was left filled with love. Thomas's love and her love. Simple, unique, perfect. At that moment, at that exact moment, she felt happiness beyond explanation and beyond knowing. It was a happiness that could not be explained, or described. It was a happiness that must only be felt and accepted. When she opened her eyes who-knows-how-many moments later, she found Thomas staring at her, into her, his eyes penetrating everything. I love you, his eyes said. I love you too, her eyes said. No words, just feeling, just acceptance that love was there. Kara noticed then for the first time that Thomas was still fully clothed, save the jacket which had found a home on the floor by the bed. She laughed. When Thomas gave her a bemused look she gestured to his covered body, and then to her naked form. He got the idea. "I guess I got carried away," he said sheepishly. They laughed together. Thomas stood from the bed and began to remove his clothes. Bow tie, shirt, pants. As he stood there dressed only in a white undershirt and boxers, Kara, sitting on the edge of the bed, reached for he cock which had stayed erect but ignored the entire time. She began stroking it and moved to remove it from Thomas's boxers before he stopped her. Confused, she looked up at him questioningly. "No. Tonight was your night." "But I want to pleasure you," she said imploringly. She really did too. It wasn't just some feeling of obligation for the pleasure he had brought her. Kara wanted to bring him some measure of the pleasure, joy, and love that he had brought her. "Pleasuring you is pleasure enough for me. Besides, there will be plenty of time for that tomorrow. For now, just let me hold you and sleep beside you." How could she turn down an offer like that? Kara nodded, and stood to grab a nightgown from her dresser as Thomas climbed into bed. She lay down beside him, her head on his shoulder, her arm draped across his chest. His arms wrapped around her and she felt, as she always did in his arms, utterly safe and happy. Their eyes closed and they drifted off to sleep, the last things in their awareness a simple and powerful sentence and its identical reply. "I love you." "I love you."