0 comments/ 19090 views/ 2 favorites Quickie: The Experience Ch. 02 By: nakerjaybird **Again, I'm new to this style of writing. Hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think.** A week had passed since the day Cari visited me, and I must have watched that video at least a hundred times. Her smooth, toned legs wrapped in the leather boots, turned me on more than the act of her sucking my cock into her mouth. I would close my eyes at night and envision the feel of the smooth shiny black leather boots, giving way to supple creamy skin. She was the fuel for my masturbatory fantasies. Yet, as much as I loved thinking of her, I wanted to feel her again. I had left a few messages on her phone, letting her know that her laptop was ready. Though, I tried not to make it seem like I was a desperate stalker. Not quite sure exactly how I fared on that front. Now it had been a week and she finally left me a message saying she'd be by the around 1:00pm the next day to pick it up. My mind went into overdrive that night, thinking of all the things that might happen. I swear I came three times before I decided enough was enough and went to bed. That night, I had a dream, a vision, really, of what to do when Cari showed up that afternoon. I smiled as I woke, the plan forming in my head as I got showered and dressed. I made my arrangements by noon that day, and then waited. I took a deep, steadying breath as a light knock sounded at the door. I opened the door and smiled. Cari stood there, her short blonde hair pulled back into a small pony tail. She was wearing a tight fitting blue workout shirt and black yoga pants. "Come on in, Cari." I stepped aside so she could come in. She smiled warmly, no hint of what had happened last week showed in her face. "Thanks, Jay." She glanced over at the desk, looking for her computer. "Its in the room, I was finishing it up this morning." I motioned to the bedroom. "Come on in, I want to show you something." She followed me into the room, as I sat on the bed. I opened the laptop and started opening a file as if it was pure business. I turned the laptop towards her and excused myself to the bathroom. I came out a few minutes later, blindfold in hand to find her sitting on the closest edge of the bed, waiting for me. She gave me a flat stare, no hint in her eyes as to what she thought of me holding the blindfold. Her eyes drifted down to it, then back up to mine. Slowly her hands began tracing up her thighs, that's when I noticed her yoga pants were gone. My cock stirred as she sat there, naked from the waist down except for the knee high black leather boots. Her fingers trailed up the insides of her thighs, slowly spreading them as they moved upwards, till her shaved pussy was fully on display. I licked my lips at the sight. I had imagined it being smooth and shaved, but the reality was far better than I could have imagined. She reached out her hand, without a word, beckoning me to kneel in front of her. And so I did. I knelt, and placed my hands on the leather boots, slowly moving them up to feel her thighs. I tore my eyes away from her pussy to look into her eyes. They were bright with wanton lust. She placed her hand lightly on the back of my head and guided me down. I brought my mouth to her pussy, and inhaled deeply. Her aroma was intoxicating. I brought my tongue out, laid it flat against her lips and took a long slow taste from the bottom to the very top of her pussy lips. She shivered in response. I found her clit and kissed it, sucking it into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue for a moment before letting it go. I couldn't resist anymore, and dove into her pussy, eating her out with a fervor I didn't know I possessed. I would lap at her hole, reveling in the taste before moving back to suck on her clit. Meanwhile, my fingers would dive into her hole, getting slick from her juices. The last time I moved down from her clit, my fingers slid back and dipped into her ass. She gasped and began rotating her hips, in time with my finger's rhythm. Her breathing quickened, I could tell she was getting close. I clamped my mouth over her clit and sucked, flicking it back and forth with my tongue while one hand worked her ass and the other worked her pussy. Her legs clamped around my head as she threw her head back and flooded my face and hands with her juices. I lapped them up as they flowed, never stopping working my fingers in and out, and moving between licking the juices and working her clit. She bucked harshly exclaiming "Shit! Ok, stop stop, aaaaah!" and for a second time, I felt her pussy clamp tight around my fingers as she had a second orgasm. I slowed my fingers down, eventually sliding them out, and sticking them in my mouth. She lay back on the bed, exhausted. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at me. I returned her smile, climbed up on the bed with her, and fell asleep with her head on my chest. When I woke up later, she was gone. Yet her aroma lingered. I smiled at the note sitting next to me and picked it up. It simply read. "Third time's the charm." I smiled and shook my head. There was no video this time, just my own memories and the lingering taste of her pussy on my lips. Quickie: The Experience Ch. 03 *Third part of the series. I hope you enjoy it." I awoke in the middle of the night, cock hard once again from the dreams of Cari's taste. There was no denying I was intoxicated with her scent, her taste, her touch. I longed to have her by my side, yet there was no communication from her at all over the past two weeks. So I decided I would attempt to put her out of my mind. I told myself that what happened was just a two time thing and nothing else would come of it. And so I went out with friends and attempted to put Cari behind me. It worked, for a while. I met a girl, a curvy raven-haired girl with large brown eyes and an inviting smile. We had been dating for about a month when I got a random message from Cari. Apparently my brother had told her about my new girl and she wanted the two of us to come over to her place for dinner. I froze when I heard the message, torn between my lust for Cari and my loyalty to Megan. After talking with Megan about Cari's invitation, leaving out of course the two previous incidents with her, we decided to go ahead and accept the offer. I admit walking into Cari's house and being introduced to her husband, Dan, was a bit awkward for me. I also admit that despite my best efforts, none of my feelings towards her had died down. The moment she answered her door in her short black shorts and loose t-shirt, my cock twitched. Her shorts weren't tight, yet they hugged her ass as she turned and led us into the living room. Her husband was sitting on the couch watching the football game. Cari indicated us and made the introductions. "Dan, this is Keith and his girl Megan." Dan gave us a nod and greeted us quickly before returning his attention to the game. Megan sat down on the opposite couch and asked him "How has the game been going so far? The Cardinals even making an attempt at coming back?" Dan didn't take his eyes off the game as he grunted, "Not that you can tell..." I left them into the living room as Cari walked into the kitchen. My mouth started watering as she stepped up to the stove and started stirring the spaghetti sauce. Such a simple meal, yet it always got me hungry. We stood there in silence, her back to me as she worked on preparing dinner. Thoughts of what happened between us ran through my mind, watching her ass move from side to side didn't help either. I fought against the urge to walk up to her and embrace her. I fought the urge and lost. I remembered how she had taken control of our last two meetings and I felt it was time for me to step up. And so I did. I stepped behind her and in one swift motion, I brushed her hair away from her neck and began kissing her lightly. She made a small protest, "Keith, we cant..." Yet she made no move to pull away. I took that as a sign to keep moving forward. The fingers of my right hand traced up her inner thigh until as my left hand slid up underneath her t-shirt and caressed her stomach. Again, another small protest. "Keith..." I didn't stop. My fingers slipped underneath the hem of her shorts and easily found their way under her panties. Her head dropped back onto my shoulder as I nibbled on her ear. My fingers rubbed her pussy, which became wetter by the minute. First rubbing the outside lips, as far back as I could reach, then slowly stroking up to her clit, with a detour to dip inside her warm folds. Her hips began rotating in rhythm with my fingers. The motion bringing her ass pressing against my hard cock. It was all I could do to keep from pulling her shorts down and impaling her right there. Faster and faster, her hips bucked against my hand. Her breathing matching her frenzied pace. With a muffled moan, she came hard on my fingers, drenching them in her juices. She leaned back against me on unsteady legs as she fought to remain upright. She caught her balance and turned her head, kissing me passionately before breaking it off. "That was a very naughty thing for you to do, Keith." I smiled, "I know, I couldn't help myself." "Apparently you did help yourself..." She smiled mischievously. I quickly stepped away and placed my fingers in my mouth as footsteps echoed from the living room. Dan entered the kitchen, followed by Megan, and looked at me, "Looks like you already tasted the sauce, and how do you like my wife's recipe?" I smiled and pulled my fingers out, making sure all of the juices were off. "I'm addicted..."