5 comments/ 20875 views/ 4 favorites Sultry Music By: caterwauller There it was again, that laughter that sounded like a cool waterfall on a hot day. I knew that sound. I knew that laughter because I knew that woman, but where was she hiding? This was not the place where I normally heard her laughing. This was a dimly lit Jazz bar near downtown, not the brightly lit library where she worked. She liked Jazz. She always knew who I was talking about when I asked questions. I was not surprised, really to find her here, but I'd never seen her here before. I could feel my blood stirring as I heard her laughter ring out again. I didn't need to think hard to know that this was the night that could finally give me an opportunity to hear more than her laughter, I just needed to locate her. I turned around from the bar with my scotch in my hand, starting to scan the crowd behind me. I'd been listening to that laughter for several months, seeking it out, doing my best to think of ways to inspire that lilting voice to speak to me. The sound of her voice tasted like dark chocolate. Smooth, rich, deeper than most women's voices. She spoke about books and music with an innocent sultriness that never failed to turn me on. I had been spending the last several months dreaming up new questions to ask her whenever I could make time to visit the library. The first time I met her, I saw her from over a short shelving unit. She's rather short, shorter still because she was crouched down as she helped some kids find cheat code books and Spiderman comics. I saw the top of her head first, and as she stood up I saw her smile. Beautiful. She was stunning to watch. She wasn't thin or lithe or any of those things that so many writers go on about. She was zaftig. She was so womanly that the moment I saw her walking I felt my blood start to stir. She carried her extra weight like it was part of a dance. Her movements were as fluid as her voice as she glided back to the information desk. My eyes followed her as she went, watching the rhythmic swaying of her glorious hips, admiring her effortless flow around the shelving units and the end of the desk. She had style, and it was clear that she enjoyed what she was doing. Her effervescence made the whole building shimmer. "Where is she?" I thought as I scanned over the heads of the crowd at the bar. "Excuse me," I said over and over as I wove my way around the people. I was just about to climb up on a chair when I heard her voice directly behind me. "Oh! Excuse me!" she was saying to me. "I guess I don't quite know where my edges are, I was just trying to get another drink while the band is on break." She looked up at me, placing a hand on my arm and reaching around me to put her empty glass on the bar. "That is quite alright, Madam Librarian," I joked, using the nickname I'd heard her staff call her from time to time. She laughed at that, and her eyes looked as if they were lit from behind. "OH! Hello Mr. Hooks! How are you doing this evening?" "I am fine, Ma'am, but I'd be better if you let me buy your next drink. What does the lady desire?" "You are always so chivalrous, Mr. Hooks. Please call me Cat. You don't need to buy me a drink" she hesitated just long enough for me to interrupt whatever she was about to say. "If I had to, it wouldn't be nearly as much fun." This is what she would say to me as I'd apologize for asking her yet another question. She laughed at my statement and I wondered how I was going to be able to hide my excitement. I turned back toward the bar as I heard her comeback. "Hey! That's my line!" Again she laughed. How can one person be so pleased with life so much of the time? I marvelled at her smile again as I glanced over my shoulder, nodding and shrugging. "I'm standing at the bar now, Ms. Librarian. What are you drinking?" "Oh, I'll have Vodka and Cranberry juice, please." She stood slightly behind me and to my right, her head coming to about my chest. I bought her drink and turned, asking her where she was sitting. "Nowhere yet. I just got here a little while ago." She glanced around. "I can't see a thing in this crowd. Do you see an empty table?" "Only a little while and on your second vodka? The Librarian has a wild side, eh?" I didn't wait for an answer, but got one anyway. "You have no idea, Mr. Hooks." "I'd like to find out, I think." I don't know if she heard me say that or not. With that I'd turned, saying "Follow me, please." "Do you come to this club often, Mr. Hooks?" She jumped up into a bar stool beside the small, tall table. She was wearing one of her usual long-hemmed dresses, but when she crossed her legs, I could see her shapely calves, encased in stockings. I forced myself to look back up to her face before I caved in to the temptation to carress her knee. I laughed at the old line, not knowing quite what to say. "That sounded like a classic pick-up line, didn't it?" She laughed again. "Yes, it did, and yes, I do, but I've never seen you here before." "I don't get out much." She took a sip of her drink and smiled, a little apologetically. "What's the occassion tonight, Ms. Librarian?" "All my friends call me Cat, and I'd say that buying me a drink warrants a new friendship. Please?" "I'll call you Cat if you call me John." "Alright then, John, it's nice to meet you in real life." She smiled up at me and toasted me with her vodka. I clinked glasses with her and smiled down at her. "Are you going to tell me what the occassion is that brings you to this crowded bar when you don't get out much?" I hoped that I sounded more witty to her than I did to myself. "Actually, one of the band members is an old friend of mine. The sax player and I go way back." Just then, the man in question came up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder, kissing her cheek. "Dave, this is John, a customer of mine! John, this is my old friend, Dave." I'm sure she gave me his last name, but I was drowning in the warmth of her voice, staring at her lips. I'd never noticed before how perfect her lips were. So animated, so sensous, so full and moist. Giving a mental head shake I reached out my hand to shake Dave's, hoping against hope that this man (probably 10 years my junior) was not a long term romantic friend. "Nice to meet you, John." He startled me out of my fantasy about Cat's lips. "Yes, it's nice to meet you, too. I've heard you here before. I love your style and tone." "Thanks, man. It's good to get down here to Columbus occasionally. Cat, thanks for coming out tonight. I'm gonna have to rush home after this last set, so I'll just see ya when I see ya, ok?" "Sure, hun. Go take care of your business." They kissed on the cheeks again and he left. "Dave and I were in high school together. We were best friends back then." "Did you date?" "No - I wasn't his type. We were just friends. Actually he dated my sister for a few months, but it obviously didn't work out. He's married now to a middle school band director. The live in Cleveland." She stopped talking and stared into my eyes, looking a little perplexed. She smiled again and cocked her head to one side and I finally realized I was probably staring at her lips again. "I'm sorry, Cat. I just can't seem to stop looking at your smile. I don't want to be too forward." "Funny," she said, looking down at her toes, "I was just thinking I should apologize to you for staring." She placed her hand over mine as I stood next to her and grasped my fingers. Then she let go as if shocked by electricity. "Oh! I think I need to stop drinking before I embarrass myself." I decided to be brave, bold and courageous and I put my hand on her shoulder, moving slightly to stand nearly in front of her and gaze into her eyes once more. "What is it that you're afraid you'll do, Ms. Cat?" She looked up at me when I asked, and smiled, a little wryly. I smiled back, hoping that I looked handsome and seductive. "Well . . . about that wild side you suspect me of having . . ." her voice trailed off and her gaze shifted down to the table again. I put one finger under her chin and lifted her face gently, bending over to put a tender peck of a kiss on her tantalizing lips. A small sigh escaped her lips as she looked up at me, her gaze smokey as her lips shifted into a slow smile. "John, are you making a pass at me?" "Yes, Ms. Cat, and I'm sincerely hoping you'll catch the pass and run with it." One of her small hands wafted up to touch mine, still holding her chin. "I think I might just do that, John. Why don't you have a seat here next to me while we share our drinks?" Not needing any more encouragement than that, I slid the remaining bar stool closer to Cat's and sat, putting one arm over the back of her chair. She leaned over to me, to whisper in my ear. "I've been wondering for a while what your lips would taste like, Mr. Hooks. I didn't realize how much I could like scotch." She laughed a low, breathy, whispered laugh right into my ear and I could feel the blood rushing, hot and roaring through my veins, behind my ears and into my cock. "I don't ever recall cranberry juice tasting so sweet, either," I whispered back into her ear. The band was starting up again, and I knew she'd want to listen to her friend play. She didn't let the music distract her completely, though, as she placed a hand on my thigh. The warmth of her hand there made my cock quiver again, making me wonder if I'd be able to walk straight by the time the set was over. She leaned over to me again, whispering "I am feeling like I'd like to act brazenly, Mr. Hooks. Is that alright with you?" I could tell she'd had just enough of that vodka to loosen her up, but I didn't mind at this point. "Please, feel free, Ms. Cat. Something tells me we'll both be brazen by the time the dawn comes." With that she bent her head from my ear down to my neck and took just the slightest nibble, following that with a tender, not too wet lick from her warm tongue. My body was so tense with unexpressed desire at this point that I about jumped from my chair. A fleeting image of dragging her by her hair into my cave flashed in my mind. She was smiling broadly as she sat up straight again. She smoothed her fingers out over my thigh, allowing one to just brush over my very obvious erection. I felt her body tense at the touch but I knew not to worry. I could feel the heat of her own desire radiating from her like steaming asphalt in the middle of August. And much like that mirage effect, I could barely see anything in the bar but Cat. Slowly, as if time had been purposefully stilled, I felt her hand slide over from the top of my thigh to cover my sizable erection. We both stared straight ahead, ostensibly watching the band, but all of our attention was on what she was doing in my lap. I could hear her breath catch in her throat, could feel her temperature rise as she slowly stroked my cock through my slacks. I knew, now, beyond much doubt, that one of my fantasies about her had just come true. She desired me. My own desire for her was evident in the hardness of my cock. I leaned over slightly again, to talk into her ear. I prayed that, despite all odds, my voice would not crack. "Ms. Cat, " I said, "would you like to come home with me tonight?" Her hand stopped stroking, but instead she ran one fingernail along the length of my shaft, crotch to tip. She smiled, also, and simply nodded her head. With some difficulty I released my iron grip on my scotch glass and reached over to move her chin back to face me. She turned willingly and we kissed again. This was not a quick peck like before, but something slightly more tender, wrought with meaning and promises for the evening. We were both smiling like giddy school children as we turned to face the stage again. The band finished one song and started another, and her hand left my lap briefly to clap. Then she lifted and drained her glass, seemingly with some determination. She turned to me, then, intent on something. "Let's go now, then, is that ok?" She asked, not sure of her position in my heart (or at least my shorts) yet. "Yes," I breathed out with relief, "that is very ok." I helped her off her stool, took her hand, and guided her out of the bar. "Where is your car, Ms. Cat?" "Oh, I didn't drive. I don't live too far from here so I walked." "Great, then, we'll take mine." I was about to say something else, but she pulled me by my hand close to her, looking up at me with that distinctive 'kiss me' smile. I bent my head and obliged, finally allowing myself to truly taste her magical lips. She was willing and compliant and quite gifted in the art of kissing. Her lips molded into mine as if they were meant to be there, opening slightly to allow my tongue to enter her, meeting her own tongue bent on it's own explorations. I moved my free hand up to run my fingers around her face, into her hair at the back of her neck. Her hands went around me pulling closer by the waist. I felt her fingers moving up my back, firm and insistent, feeling me through my clothing as if simultaneously massagine and beckoning me even closer. Up to my shoulders they roamed (although she could barely reach the top) and then down again, over my lower back, to my rear. She did not cup my buttocks as I expected, but instead travelled around to the front and pushed me away with a small moan. "We're still in a public place, John. We should move along before we get arrested for being indecent." "Do they still arrest people for that?" I asked, growling the question into her neck. "I'm not entirely sure, but I can look that up for you Monday morning." She laughed up at me again and I could see her eyes sparkling through the dim light of the street lamps. I took her hand again and led her to the passenger door of my car. I unlocked it, opened it, and watched her grace as she got inside. "Show me some more of that leg, Ms. Cat." She laughed and lifted the hem of her skirt, teasing me with a glimpse of that muscular calf. I felt my erection quiver yet again. How did this little, heavy librarian get muscular calves??? Oh, but she had so many interesting surprises. So professional and caring, and so very, very sexy. I closed the door and nearly skipped over to the driver's side. When I opened the door and slid into my own seat, she was lifting her skirt hem fully above both knees, bringing it to mid-thigh. I groaned with the thought of those legs encircling my waist. "Madame Librarian," I growled, "you need to stop seducing the driver so he doesn't go off the road." I grinned at her wickedly, hoping it didn't look like I was oggling her too much. She laughed, again, a throaty, full-bodied laugh that sent sparks of desire through me yet again. If the sexual tension got any stronger, I'd have to pull over and risk arrest by taking her by the side of the road. Instead, I opened the window a bit for some air and pulled out of the lot. I turned on the radio as a means of distracting my thoughts enough so that I could drive. I remembered I'd been listening to that Diane Schuur CD when the strains of "S'Wonderful" wafted through the car. "MMMMMmmmmm," Cat said, nearly purring as she settled into her seat. "I love this CD." I pulled onto the freeway toward my house and was accellerating when she started to sing along. I didn't realize it at first, that she was even singing, because she perfectly matched the pitch, but then, glancing over when I suspected, I saw her looking out the window into the night, grooving to the sexy music. "S'mighty nice" she sang, her low, throaty voice echoing the singer's intensity and pitch, but adding her own trills and rhythms. "S'paradise, s'what I love to see." Her left hand drifted over to my thigh, echoing the touching she'd done in the bar. Thankfully, I didn't have far to drive and pulled off at the next exit, going to my apartment. As I navigated through the streets to my place, she continued to sing softly, almost as if she was merely breathing with style. The music flowed from her so effortlessly, I wondered several times if it was just my imagination. I pulled into my driveway and turned off the ignition. The song had been in the middle of a phrase, and she finished it, confirming that she had, indeed, been singing. She laughed a little nervously, looking down and taking her hand back from my thigh. "I'm sorry, I'm so used to singing along." I reached my left hand across the car, turning my body to face hers and reaching to cup her face tenderly. "It was lovely, my Cat, truly." I kissed her again, taking her lips first, suckling them and then gently probing between them with my tongue, pleading for her mouth to take me inside. She opened for me, sucking my tongue into her mouth with a hunger that surprised and thrilled me. Her left hand went up to my shoulder, squeezing first and then travelling over my neck and around to the back, pulling my head in. Her right hand travelled up my left arm from underneath, a path of heat up to my chest where her palm carressed over my hardening nipples. Someone moaned, I think it was me, and I pulled back reluctantly. "Come along, Cat. Let's go inside where we can be comfortable. Making out in the car is for kids." She chuckled and agreed and opened her door and exited before I could get around to her side of the car. I beeped the doors locked as we walked to my front door. I unlocked the door and opened it, inviting her to enter first. I'd left a corner lamp on when I'd gone out, so we had a warm, dimly lit room. She walked in, looking around. "Sorry for all the clutter. I'm a bit of a slob." "No, John, it looks lived-in, comfortable." She tossed her purse into the nearest chair while I came up behind her, putting my arms around her waist. Instead of turning, she leaned back into me. "You feel so good back there, John. Very comfortable and strong." I allowed my hands to travel of their own accord up her tummy to cup her breasts. She rewarded me with a slight but eloquent intake of breath. Her hands came up over mine and she helped me squeeze her breasts, slowly, massaging them, feeling their weight, pushing and gathering them in my hands. She arched her back a bit, causing her lower back to rub into my very obvious arousal. Someone groaned again, perhaps we both did. Her hands went up, over and back, to hold onto my shoulders and I began to raise her dress over her belly. In what seemed like both seconds and years I had lifted her cotton dress over her head, dropping it onto the floor nearly right beside my front door. I was quite thankful I'd drawn the curtains before I'd left. I closed my eyes, not looking down at her nearly nude body yet. She was wearing a simple, servicable bra which cupped her sizable breasts gently, but didn't make them stand out with unnatural firmness. I glanced down just quickly enough to see that cleavage I'd dreamed of, full of promise. I cupped a breast with one hand and explored further down with the other. My fingertips danced over her belly to her thatch. She didn't shave, and she had a bush worthy of the name. "Oh gawd," I said, eyes popping open in surprise. "You're not wearing any panties!" I was surprised, to say the least, and not at all turned off by the fact. She chuckled again. "No, I'm not," she admitted simply to the obvious. "Does that shock you?" She was teasing me again. "Ohhh," I breathed as I grabbed her bush and squoze gently, noting that her curls were damp. I ran my fingers along her slit, tracing her lower lips tenderly, trying to take things slowly, although my body was screaming out to take her violently in the middle of the floor or up against the wall. She groaned with my touch and tilted her pelvis to enhance my access. Her body was begging for mine. "Watch it, Ms. Cat. You're playing with fire." I warned. Sultry Music Ch. 02 This story is a continuation of Sultry Music. For best results, please read that part first. As you will notice in the first part, this story is told from the man's perspective (not my usual). ************************ We clung to one another tightly for many minutes, her pulsing slowing down and my member softening. I would never be able to sit on that tall stool at my breakfast counter again without remembering this moment. We were soaking wet from passion, our love's fluids, and from sweat. I stood before her, holding her, calming her quivering and my own. She moaned softly, her head against my chest and her arms around my middle. "Oh, John, that was amazing." "Yes, yes it was, Cat. You are really fantastic." "So are you," she whispered. She pulled away and leaned back against the counter, her head tilted back. "Oh, that was fantastic. It still IS fantastic! I'm still having aftershocks!" She quivered all around me again, her legs unfolding from around my waist. I must admit I chuckled at that, feeling good about myself, about us, well . . . just plain feeling good! I reached out my hand to stroke her face with the backs of my fingers. Her skin was so soft, smooth, and slightly damp with perspiration. "I hope this was just the first set, Cat. I'd like to play this gig for a while longer." I smiled down at her as her eyes slowly opened to look at me. "MMMMmmmm. I like the sound of that, John." She sat up, then, and I finally slid out of her warm, snug canal. My hand left her cheek to travel down her neck. She fairly purred as I found her breast. I turned my hand over to rub my palm over her nipple and was rewarded by an instant hardening. I pressed a little harder, squoze my fingers into her softness and she moaned deep in her throat. Her head went back again, eyes closed as she leaned back, her arms supporting her on the counter. My other hand found her other breast and mirrored the first. I was pleased by how quickly her nipples responded to my touch. My hands looked so dark against her pale flesh. The soft light from that one small lamp in the corner gave me some delicious shadows for my erotic dance. I loved the dips my fingers made in her pliant tissue. She was truly a feast for all my senses. Her warm, soft skin fed my fingertip. Her soft vocalisations of pleasure fed my eager ears. Her pale smoothness contrasted strongly with my dark, roughened fingers and was a delicious treat for my eyes. The strong smell of satisfied desire billowed out from between us. I needed to know what her flesh tasted like. I rotated my wrists slowly to cup my fingers under her large boobs. I lifted them gently, enjoying the weight and density of her. I leaned forward and lifted one breast up to meet my tongue. I ran my tongue over the top of her mound, loving the size. She sighed, deeply relaxed. As I flicked my tongue over her hard nipple she grunted, gripping the counter behind her now, and not so relaxed anymore. I smiled and flicked my tongue again. "Oh, that is good, John," she encouraged me. "Cat," I said softly while flicking my tongue over her other nipple. "Let's go to bed. We'll be more comfortable there." She looked up at me with smokey eyes that said yes. I stopped licking her breasts and took her hand, helping her jump off the barstool. I led her upstairs to my room, and turned on the lights. "Wait," Cat said. "I need to use the bathroom." She smiled sheepishly at me. I pointed out the open door and she went in, not bothering to shut it. I laughed and shook my head as I slowly gathered up the few clothes that were tossed on the end of my bed from earlier in the day. Silently thanking my mother for her silly gifts, I lit the candles that were on my dresser and turned out the lights. I smoothed out the sheets, folding the covers more neatly at the foot of the bed, and fluffed the pillows a bit. I was still fluffing when I heard her flush, and then her voice behind me. "Oh, what a nice view, you bent over like that in the flickering light. You know, you have such a nice ass. I've admired it for a long time." I bent over further, leaning onto the bed. "Is this what you wanted to see, Cat?" "Mmm, yes," she said, walking up behind me and cupping one cheek in her small hand. "I've wanted to do this for months. Didn't you notice me trying to flirt with you?" "I just thought it was excellent customer service or something," I said, straightening up and turning around. "You were always so professional and helpful, I didn't want to risk offending you by making a pass." I sat on the bed, pulling her to stand between my legs. She was so short, she was only a head taller than me while I was sitting. It was the perfect angle for me to enjoy her breasts some more. I licked under one breast, nudging it's fullness out of the way with my cheek. "You taste so good, Cat. Your skin is delicious." She smiled down at me, riffling her fingers through my hair. I licked up between her globes, my fingers pressing into her shoulder blades. She smelled so strongly of our lovemaking I was already becoming erect again. I shifted a little to move my hardening cock between her legs. She smiled again, moving her legs seductively against my growing hardness. "I love the feel of your skin," she said as she smoothed her fingers down over my neck, my shoulders, my back. "I love how you have little hairs everywhere." She lightened her touch to feathers, teasing my hairs and bringing up gooseflesh all over my body. I groaned deeply and sucked one of her nipples deep into my mouth along with a good portion of her flesh. I sucked as hard as I could, enjoying her groan of pleasure. I loosened the suction a second to flick my tongue across her nipple inside my mouth, bouncing it up to the roof of my mouth over and over before sucking again. Her fingers dug into my back, letting me know I was doing well. She lost coherent speech as I continued to suckle and eat her breast. She was groaning and writhing within my arms, thrusting her pelvis out, pulling my head into her. Her nipple was rock hard and her breast seemed to engorge as well, so full and firm in my mouth. I held onto her tightly as I left that breast and attacked the other. Again I sucked in as much as I could fit, sucking hard and actually moaning deep in my throat again. This woman felt so good! This nipple was rock hard, too, and when I bounced it with my tongue she squealed and grabbed my shoulders tighter. She thrust her hips forward, writhing, groaning against me. I held tightly to her back, my arms encircling her, holding her close to me. I came up for air, moving one hand up between her shoulder blades. My other hand went down to clench her butt, so full and womanly. My mind still reeled around the fact that I was finally touching this librarian in real life. She sighed deeply, catching her breath, and I realized we were both panting. I moved my upper hand around her body, bringing it down over her hip, sliding over her thigh. My hand cupped her wet mound again, so different at this angle from before. She was dripping with our combined juices. I was amazed at how hot this woman was, and how responsive. I sat up straight and tugged slightly on her flesh, inviting her to sit in my lap. She, instead, sat next to me on the bed, opening her legs to accomodated my eager hand. I twisted to her, my lips hungry for her mouth again. She kissed me with her mouth wide open, also hungry, and our tongues wrestled while my hand slowly began to move. With one finger I traced her wet pussy lips, dipping in between the hairs. Feeling the wetness, I looked down between us for a moment to see her hairs glistening in the candlelight. I leaned in closer to kiss her some more, repositioning my body and pushing her back so that I was laying on top of her. She wrapped her arms around me and ardently returned the kiss again. I loved the little noises she was making. Squeaks, moans, groans, sighs all kept me aware that she was enjoying what I was doing. I cupped her whole mound again, squeezing firmly. I raked my fingers through her pubic hairs and tugged lightly. She squeaked and I stopped. "I'm sorry, did that hurt?" "Oh my gawd, no. That was fantastic. Please, do it again?" I tugged her hairs again, pulling her lips out as she gasped. "There is some kind of inner suction that builds and pops in my vulva when you do that. Oh, it's amazing!" I tugged one more time, slowly, and she threw her head back and groaned. I loved this! I dipped one finger between her lips and traced their shape, feeling in between all the wet folds and crevices. I wanted to know her shape completely. I supported my weight on one elbow and watched her body respond to my exploration. She laid back and put her arms above her head. "I love how you touch me, John. That feels so good." "I'm glad you like it, hun. Just lay back and enjoy it, baby." Her lips were swelling again, engorging and opening to my touch like a flower under the sun. She spread her legs and bent her knees, giving me an even better view. I traced around her inner folds as they lost their give to fullness, then back out to tease her hairs some more. Slowly, I worked my way closer to her nub. I purposefully avoided hitting it for a while, wanting to build the suspense for her, circling around and back out to her hairs, smoothing down the length of her slit. She reveled in the attention, trying unsuccessfully not to wriggle around. Finally, I started at the bottom of her slit, dipped quickly into the opening of her deep well, and swept up to land on her clit. Her entire body jerked with response and she grunted. She arched her back as I started a slow tattoo against her bud. Her wet, swollen flower stood open, showcasing her clit and begging for more attention. I slid down the length of her body to get a closer look and could not resist licking her. I moved my hand momentarily so that my tongue could lave her properly. From the back, just beyond her vagina, up to her clit I licked. Long, slow, firm licks, one after another. Then I added an extra flick of the tip of my tongue over her clit with each passing. Lick flick, lick flick, lick flick. She was grabbing fists full of pillow with each hand, encouraging me with little words and grunts. I finally put my lips over and around her throbbing clit and sucked in, bringing her arousal between my gentle teeth. She came, then, screaming out, as I felt the moisture increase around my chin and every muscle in her body clench. I thrust one finger deep inside her, barely able to penetrate through her tight, grasping muscles. A second finger quickly accompanied the first, driving into her in her orgasm, hoping to increase her pleasure and keep her on that high. Sucking her clit, thrusting my fingers in, I knew she was still coming, and coming, and coming all around me. She was shouting now, screaming out words that had no meaning and every meaning. Yes's and oh's and gawd's were interspersed with grunts and groans and howls. Despite the clenching, I continued my pursuit, turning my hand palm up and bending my fingertips inside her to find her gspot. Groping and still sucking on her clit, moving my body around to allow for her writhing, thrusting my fingers in, in, into her I finally found it. I know right when I found it, too, because she climaxed bigger than all the building had been. She gushed and flowed her sweet juices all over my hand, my face, my chest. She jerked and jolted and groaned so loudly I'm sure the neighbors heard her. After a few minutes of that, she reached down and grabbed at my hand and head, breathlessly saying, "No, please. Please stop. Oh my gawd, please. Oh gawd. Enough!" I pulled back quickly, concerned that I'd done something wrong. "I'm sorry, Cat. Are you ok?" She laid back with one hand holding her own mound, her legs together tightly around her hand, her eyes closed, breathing deeply and still slowly writhing. "Oh, John, no, that was wonderful. You did everything right." She nearly wimpered out. I bent over her, carressing her, smoothing her hair, laying next to her, touching her the length of her body. "It's ok, Cat. You're ok. Shhh. You're ok." I said all the soothing, comforting words I could think to say, whispering them kindly into her ear. She calmed, her breathing gradually slowed and she stopped writhing. I laid beside her, my cock rock hard again, holding her intimately like that. Soon she rolled onto her side to be the inside spoon to me. I laid behind her, my knees bent behind hers, her butt cupped in my crotch, one arm wrapped around over her body, holding her tightly, her head resting on my other arm. I'm not entirely sure, but I think we both nodded off to sleep. ********************** I want to give special thanks to my friend and fellow author, Obscured, who gave me some little nit-picky suggestions. Thanks for picking my nits! Please rate this story and let me know what you think! Better yet, you can leave comments or send feedback - it's fun! Sultry Music "So singe me." She challenged, grabbing my lower hand and making me thrust a finger into her cunt. Oh, she was so wet and so tight. I leaned forward to properly finger her, teasing her lips, taunting her cunt, torturing her clit. She groaned again, louder, starting to writhe within my arms. Before she could orgasm, though, she tore my hand away from her and turned in my arms, lifting her face to mine again. I complied to her unspoken request and bent down to kiss her again, this time rough with passion and fire. Nibbling, biting, grasping one another, our bodies each slammed against the other, nearly knocking us over. Thanking fate that I'd been working out, I grabbed her bare ass, noting as an aside that she was wearing thigh-high stockings and that she'd kicked off her shoes already, and pulled her up to me, lifting her off the ground. Her legs went around my waist as I walked her across the room to the barstool at the kitchen counter. I set her down on it, pulling back to undo my pants. She helped me unfasten my belt, the top button, and the zipper, and then reached inside my underwear for my raging hard-on. She tugged me free as I pulled my pants and underwear down, only stepping away to get out of them and my shoes. She then attacked my shirt, taking it over my head with a smooth sweep of her hands. Grabbing my cock again, she pulled me to her, lifting her legs up, bent at the knees, to circle my waist again. Her hand guided me into her slit, her pelvis tilting to take me and I stood, entrapped by my fantasies and her legs. I thrust forward, knowing already that she was wet and prepared for me. I was not as prepared for her; the heat, the moisture, the tightness. She felt so good around me, encasing my cock like it was almost her first time. Her muscles clenched around me and she cried out, throwing her head back. I could feel the moisture of her passion spilling out, all over my chair, my thighs, and reached down to bring her closer, still. I cupped her butt and pulled her up onto me, thrusting myself deeper into her wet, warm passage. Deeper, deeper, deeper with each thrust. She moaned, cried out, growled, purred, alternating between arching her back and pulling me closer by my shoulders. My brain tried to pull back, to take things slowly this first time, to cherish her as she deserved. My body, however, had drastically different plans. My body wanted hers completely and immediately. There would be time later for making love, I promised myself, after this lust fest had run cool. Her muscles clenched again and again, accompanied by her groans, then squeaks, then shouts. She leaned back again, spreading her arms and looking exhultant. "Gawd, this feels so good!" she shouted, drawing out the last two words. "More, John! Fuck me harder!" I complied, pulling her ass to me, thrusting harder, stronger, deeper. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening, straining to fill this woman with my seed. "Fuck me, dammit! Harder!" "Yes," I growled back through gritted teeth. "Yes. Cat. Yes. Yes." I thrust again with each word, punctuating and forcing myself to comply with my body's needs. I thrust deep, holding her tightly against me, as deep as I could go, shooting my hot cum into her depths. She groaned, too, a deep, primal groan as she orgasmed again around me. I thrust hard again, still shooting, and again, and again, pulling her tighter, driving deeper, answering that ancient call to claim this woman and mark my ground. She pulled her knees up to her chest, allowing my final thrust to be even deeper and we both groaned again. After a moment I gathered her into my arms, my cock still pulsing slightly inside her. She was still orgasming, judging from the milking I was feeling. Her arms went around me, as mine did around her, and I stood there, enjoying the afterglow, nuzzling her neck, knowing that this was not the end, but the beginning of (at the very least) an incredible night. *********************** I would greatly appreciate your feedback. Hearing what you think of my stories makes the hard (although pleasurable) work of writing them even more enjoyable. Thank you for reading!