0 comments/ 3228 views/ 3 favorites The Appeal By: Ollegio I said you are very appealing, and you asked me to tell you more, here... I've only seen that lousy picture on your profile, so your appeal isn't based on looks, yet. Rather, the appeal is your mind, your wit, your personality, your flirtatiousness, your fun, your eagerness, your reserve. The honesty you exude...and the sense of raw sexuality that smolders barely below the surface, impatiently waiting for the right person, the right time, the right place, the right opportunity to erupt. That moment will be explosive. When you finally find him, and meet him, and let yourself accept how much you want him, you will toss caution to the wind and surrender to the moment. This story is about that moment...and the moments that follow. You look into his eyes and realize you are staring directly into the soul of who he is...and that you adore what you see. You reach out with your hand and brush your fingertips lightly down his cheek, feeling the smooth warmth of his skin overlaid with a light stubble of five o'clock shadow. You shudder, unable to control the immediate mental image and sensation of those tiny, scratchy hairs on your thighs, and the bright red tongue you see between his smile licking your aching, wet pussy. lt is clear that the feelings are mutual, and even more clear that they can't be denied. Still having spoken not a single work, you come together. Placing his hand beneath your hair on the back of your neck he pulls you into him, parting his lips as you near. You lean to meet him, parting your lips in unison. His lips barely meet yours, and he pauses as sparks of electricity seem to race between you. You feel that funny little nerve tingle as your upper lip vibrates with the sensation. He reaches out with the tip of his tongue and traces the edges of your lips. The heat you feel there instantly flushes through your body. Your nipples stiffen. Your stomach feels warm. Your loins begin to ignite and you feel yourself become wet. Wetter than you can remember. Then you press together and your lips begin to dance, a pas de deux of sensuality. Your mind is racing, jumbled with thoughts. You've flirted, emailed, phoned, but never before met. You're not this kind of woman, but you can't help yourself. You want him. Right here. Right now. Any way. Every way. Again and again. And you know he wants you as much. As you wrap your arms around him and hold him close, you feel his hardness straining against his jeans, reaching for you, throbbing. The kiss...THE kiss you've imagined for so long...ends at last. You open your eyes as you separate, and look once again into the window on his heart. You nod your head ever so slightly, smiling. Putting his hand around your waist, he gently guides you toward the car. Opening the door for you, he takes your hand to steady you as you slip onto the leather seat and lift your shapely long legs into the footwell. Circling around, he gets in the other side, starts the engine, engages first gear and drives away as the cd player fills the interior with an assortment of sexy love songs from BB to Secada to Rob Thomas. His hand explores your thigh the entire trip, and even this most innocent of touches is more than enough to keep your desire feverish. Arriving at your destination, he parks the car. You reach for the door handle, but stop in response to the slight pressure of his hand squeezing your leg. You wait as he exits, walks around the car, and opens your door for you, wondering casually all the while how long it has been since any other man had treated you so thoughtfully. Taking your hand once again, he helps you rise from the seat and ushers you inside. You look around openly, pretending to have interest in the style, the color, the aesthetic of the place, but you both know your only real interest is in locating the bed. He turns you to him and, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulls you close. You kiss again. It is only your second, you suddenly realize, yet it has the comfort of a lifetime mingled with the excitement of newness, and the eroticism of a yearning so openly exposed it cannot be mistaken. When the kiss finally breaks, you separate only slightly, eyes still locked together. You see him gazing intently at you and realize he is watching the subtle flaring of your nostrils as you breath, excited. He lifts his hands to your blouse and begins to unfasten the buttons, starting at the top. You watch his eyes the entire time, your lack of intervention all the permission he needs. In moments you feel the cool breeze of the air conditioner on your now expose abdomen. His hand move to your wrists and he undoes the buttons on your cuffs. His hands move up and he slides the blouse to your shoulders, pausing and inquiring at last with his eyes. All reservations long since pushed to the side, you consider playing coy and making him wait but know you cannot possibly do so. You pull your shoulders back and the silken blouse slides from your arms and drifts to the Persian rug below. His eyes roam over your exposed, sexy bra and he spots the front clasp. Reaching up, he takes it in his fingers and unhooks it. Slowly, savoring the anticipation, he pulls your bra back revealing your beautiful breasts. Spreading his arms wider, he slips the bra straps off your shoulder and lets this, too, fall to the floor, landing on top of your blouse. He steps back to take in your partial nakedness. You feel a momentary initial embarrassment, worried that he might not find you as perfect in the flesh as you had been in him imagination all these weeks. But the soft smile, really little more than the merest upturning of the corners of his mouth, tells you otherwise. His eyes glance up and into yours, and in them you see his excitement, joy, and wanted. You feel your nipples begin to harden and rise, then take your hands and cup one beneath each breast, lifting them ever so slightly in an offering. You take each nipple between the forefinger and thumb of each hand and massage them lightly. Your eyes close and your head tilts back slightly as your nipples harden even more in response to your touch, and ache in yearning for his. As you let your hands fall back to your sides and open your eyes, you see his just as he finishes removing his own shirt, tossing it into the growing pile of clothing behind you, evening the status between you. He steps forward, taking you in his arms again, and you let slip a small squeal of delight when his naked skin touches yours, when your nipples graze across the wiry hair on his chest, and his fingers slide down your spine to the small of your back. As he reaches the waistband of your jeans, his fingernails glide down your spine and your back arches involuntarily, pressing your hips, your loins, tight into his, and the hard erectness behind his jeans. Loosening his grasp on you, he bends down and again you feel the light stubble of beard you can otherwise barely see as his chin and cheek ride over the globe of your breast. He begins to kiss the soft, silky skin atop the perfectly formed globe, then plants tiny little kisses all around the darker, bumpy areola. Hearing the quiet moans that begin to escape your throat, he pulls your nipple between his lips and begins to suckle you. Alternating sucking, nibbling, and licking your nipple with his tongue, he drives you to yet higher levels of desire and yearning. With a quick suck and nibble of the other nipple, he drops to one knee slowly, kissing his way down to your navel. As his tongue explores this last vestige of your first day in the world, his hands begin to unfasten the brass button at the top of your jeans, and slide the zipper down. You wiggle your hips to help him slide the tightjeans off, then lift each leg in response to his touch to allow him to slip off your sandals and slide the jeans off your legs. With a soft "thwap" they all land on the pile of clothing. Kneeling on both knees now, his face is even with your Victoria's Secret lacy panties and you can smell your own arousal, mixed in with the hot, male scent from his body. You have a momentary flash of anxiety, worried that the juices that seem to have been pouring from within you since you arrived have soaked your panties in an unattractive manner, but quickly shake the feeling off as you feel him press his face into you and kiss your pussy through the silk fabric, knowing he revels in every aspect of you. You expect him to pull your panties off, but he surprises you by rising back to his feet. He leans in to kiss you again, and you taste a light hint of yourself on his lips. Then he steps back and unfastens his own jeans, pushing them off his hips and lifting each leg out of them. Catching them on his foot, he flips them onto the pile and stands waiting as you look down his body to the hard mass pressing against his shorts. He takes you by the hand and leads you to the bed. You notice it has already been turned down, and wonder whether to take exception with his arrogance or delight in his planning. He lays you down in the middle of the bed, your head on soft pillows. Standing beside you, he slips his fingers inside the waistband of his shorts and slips them down, over his erection and off onto the floor. For the first time you see him completely naked. Your eyes go immediately to his cock, and you take in every element. You examine the length and girth and decide it will fit nicely everywhere you want to feel it. You notice the soft curve and wonder how it will feel in your mouth and in your pussy. You feel as if you could lay and just stare for hours were it not for the burning urgency in your loins. He climbs on the bed, and kneels beside your legs. Having exposed himself to you in all his nakedness first, he now looks down to your panties and back to your eyes. Understanding his message, you reach down and slip them off, marveling yet again that his thoughtfulness would extend to waiting for you to take this final step of trust. His eyes roam over your body, homing in on the triangle Where legs meet torso. His hand reaches over to nudge your legs apart slightly and you watch as he admires your smooth, neatly shaven pussy, bare but for the patch of closely trim hair just above your clit. You smile, knowing you had guessed correctly by the appreciation you see on his face. He lies down beside you, taking you in his arms and you begin to make out. You love the feel of his lips on yours, and his tongue in your mouth. You explore his with yours, running it over his teeth and inside his cheeks. You feel his skin against yours, and the hardness of his cock on your thigh. He ends the kiss longingly and starts to slide down, but you stop him. Having let him take the lead thus far, you want now to be the one setting the tone. Your hands against his shoulders, you push him onto this back, feeling only token resistance. Propping yourself up above him on one elbow, you lean down and kiss his face. On his forehead, between his eyebrows, at the corner of each eye, the tip of his nose. You lean down and nibble on his earlobe, then trace the folds of his ear with your tongue, leaving behind little kisses as you go. You lean down further and kiss your way down his neck and to his chest. Continuing down, you take his small nipple in your lips and play with it as he had earlier played with yours. His hardens just as yours did, and the rolling of his body and low moans from his voice tell you they are nearly as sensitive. You keep moving down, kissing and licking your way across his stomach, your hand leading the way, scouting out the upcoming areas. As he had, you pause to tease his navel, but your hand moves on, exploring. You feel his erection as the back of your hand bumps it, then skirt over and around it, barely touching his cock. You move your fingers down and gently take his sack and balls in your hand, cupping them and softly juggling them back and forth. Your hand is still holding him there as your lips finally reach the other end of his package. Reaching up with your thumb, you slip it underneath his cock and lift it slightly. Kissing the very tip, your tongue darts out to tease the slit there, then you lower your mouth over him. At first, you contain your ministrations to the head of his cock. Your mouth, lips, and tongue explore the softness of the skin, the ridge at the base, the crease on the bottom side. You know this is the most sensitive part of his cock, and hear the confirmation in his low, guttural moaning. You know also that despite this he yearns to feel you take all - or all you can - of him into your mouth. You continue your exploration, sucking, teasing, and licking, enjoying the response you elicit until you can't restrain yourself any longer. Without warning, you quickly push your mouth down his shaft as far as you can, taking him deep into you. Moving your hand up to wrap around the base of his shaft, you begin stroking his cock with your mouth and hand in unison, ensuring that every inch was within your grasp and control one way or the other. You've wondered about this moment many, many times and yet still have never decided what you want to do. Take him all the way now, feeling his first climax with you this way, confident that he would gladly return the favor, occupying the needed recovery time in a most enjoyable way for both? Or stop, encourage him (although she doubted he would need much if any) to take her the same way while giving himself time to calm as much as possible in this situation, then feeling him enter her and that first climax shooting off inside her? Decisions, decisions! Think, girl, think! Rarely indecisive, you are truly at a loss. You want him both ways - hell, every way! You continue to suck and stroke him as you try to figure out what to do, then realize that this time must be just about him. You focus on his feelings and sense that he is nearing the point of no return, your decision made for you by your own indecisiveness. Doubling your efforts, you take him deep inside your mouth, stroking faster and faster until you hear him moan loudly and lift his hips high off the bed. You feel his hot cum shoot into your mouth in spurts and taste him for the first time. Your hand grips his cock tightly, and you stop moving as you feel the uncontrollable trembling of his body from the sheer pleasure of sensitivity. Careful at this delicate time, you hold him closely, gently sucking the last of his cream from him. You smile inside, proud to be able to please him so much, and pleasantly surprised at the taste of him. You wait until the feel of his heartbeat begins to slow, his breathing eases, and the cock you already love so much starts to soften, then slip him from your mouth and slide up next to him. You put your hand over his shoulder as he turns to look at you, smiling, and you kiss long and deep. Eager to make you feel as you did him, he pushes you gently onto your back and begins repeating every move you made. He kisses across your face, hitting each spot you did, then moving on to your ear. Tracing the curves, nibbling the lobe, kissing lightly. Every act a duplicate of what you had done, generating an erotic sense of deja vu, but with the view from without rather than within. He eases down your body, kissing along the way. His lips, mouth, and teeth play with your nipple as you did with his. His hand begins to reach out, searching the terrain in advance of his oral movements. As his lips reach your navel for the second time in just, what? Minutes? Hours? With a smile you recognize that you have no idea how long this has been going on, and no care whatever to know. Your only ache is that it not stop, that it continue for hours, or days, or weeks, or forever... His hand brushes across the small decorative patch of hair on your mound, then his fingers trace the crease between thigh and abdomen. Fingertips running down the inside of your thigh are driving you crazy as he sucks and kisses your soft underbelly. Finally, just as you are about to grab his wrist and force his hand where you want it to be, he lays his fingers on your hot, wet, swollen pussy and begins to stroke your lips gently. You raise your hips to his hand, trying to force him inside, or press him harder to you, but he dances away from your attempts. As he kisses down lower, his fingertip slide up and just barely part your lips. His mouth reaches your patch of hair and he kisses it and twirls the short fibers with his tongue before continuing down lower. You gasp as his tongue reaches out and the tip finds and then Outlines your clit. He licks up one side, then down the other, then reaching directly for the most sensitive tip, circling the firm point now poking out from her little hood. Taking it completely within his lips, he begins to suck in and out, while flicking his tongue across the end. Your moans begin to increase in both volume and intensity, and the bucking of your hips lets him know how much you ache. You gasp as he thrusts two fingers deep inside you as quickly as he can, then stops dead. After a moment, his fingers begin to stroke slowly in and out, while his lips continue to suck and lick your clit and labia. He twists his hand, and reaches up to that special area behind your pelvic bone, seeking the firm, spongy mound that marks your g-spot. Finding it quickly, he lets the balls of his fingers scribe circles across it, and is rewarded with even louder, more strident moans. Combining the movements on your clit and g-spot with a rhythmic stroking in and out, his two fingers held stiff and close together to mimic a slender, small cock, he feels you heating up hotter and hotter, and knows that your sweet release is imminent. Quickening the pace in response to the bucking of your hips, he thrusts his fingers hard and fast into and out of your pussy, now soaking wet and burning hot. A loud cry coupled with your raising your hips as high off the bed as ever lets him know your orgasm is beginning. He keeps stroking hard, then stops as the muscles of your pussy throb, squeezing his hand rapidly. He waits until the waves of climax begin to weaken, then reaches up and again strokes your g-spot, setting you off on another paroxysm of quaking. He stops only when you can stand no more and reach down to grab and squeeze his wrist, pleading for relief. When you ease your grip on his wrist, he slowly withdraws his fingers from your pussy. You open your eyelids just barely, but enough to see him place his wet fingers into his mouth, one at a time, and lick you from them. Then he drops down between your legs and uses his tongue to gently clean your cum from your pussy lips. You are still sensitive enough for this to trigger tiny little "aftershock" climaxes, and he knows to be gentle as you wind down. Finally finished, he rises up and returns to your side, pulling you to him, and kissing you long and deep. Once again you roll him onto his back, this time rising to your knees and straddling his waist. As you knew it would, the time he spent pleasing you, and the excitement he felt doing it, had brought his cock back to full erection. You can feel his hardness beneath you, as you sit on his hips and move back and forth. Raising up, you reach between your legs and grasp his hardness. Lifting it upright, you place the head of his cock between your labia and move it back and forth, lubricating him with your juices. You lower yourself over him slightly, then pull back up, moistening him more. A quarter inch at a time, you press down, then back up, until half then two-thirds of his cock is inside you. Then you rise up one last time and press down on him quickly, impaling yourself on his hard cock. For several moments you sit quietly, feeling him fill you completely. Your eyes closed, you concentrate solely on your pussy and his cock, feeling every aspect. You can feel his pulse as the large vein running up the side of his shaft throbs with each heartbeat. You squeeze your muscles, gripping him even tighter, and delighting in the sense of him deep inside you. The Appeal You marvel at the thought that most of the time you feel perfectly normal down there, yet right now you feel complete, as if something had been missing all along. You wonder what it would be like if you could keep him hard and inside you - just his cock - all the time. You smile at the thought of standing the checkout line at the grocery store with this little secret hidden by your jeans. You raise yourself up until he is all but out of you, and pause there, examining this feeling. He feels so good, you can wait mere seconds before sliding back down on him, letting him fill you again. You know this is what you want, and you want it faster, and harder, now. You start pumping up and down more quickly, feeling the heat build from friction and excitement until you can take no more and explode again in a bone-shaking orgasm. When your climax passes you feel even more urgent. You lift off him and quickly turn around, facing his feet and straddle him again. Once more reaching between your legs, you lift his cock up and settle down on it. Even more intensely than before, you ride him hard. You place your hands on his legs, just above the knee, to give yourself support and the leverage you need to ride him hard, and fast, and long. The curve of his cock bends the other way with you on him like this, and you explore every aspect of the differences. You feel how he now touches places inside you left out the other way, and you love how this completes you even more. You lift yourself up as straight as you can, now placing your hands on your own thighs and arching your shoulders back as far as you can. When you push yourself down on him like this he reaches deeper inside you than ever before, and you instantly cum again, even harder than before. His hands play over your butt and when one thumb glances over your ass you have an immediate, involuntary urge to take him there as well, something you've never done and never considered. You realize then that this is a far more intense experience in many ways than you've ever felt, and wonder how many more long-established boundaries will be broken through before this weekend is over? Turning around once again, you lay atop him, slipping his cock inside you once more. Gently you move, lifting and lowering your hips, stroking him in and out of you. Face to face, he looks up at you as you look down into his eyes. He smiles, and you smile in return. His hands reach down to your hips and guide your movement and pace. You slide down slightly, pressing his cock back and up, and your pelvic bone hard against his shaft. He moans as the extra pressure pushes him closer and closer to climax. You move faster, pushing down harder each time to take him as deeply inside you as possible, and smile at the sound of his moans. With a loud, deep moan his hands grasp your hips tightly, holding you still to him as he lifts his up off the bed, thrusting hard into you. You feel his cock begin to shoot for the second time tonight, and the warmth of his cum washes over your insides. You stay completely still, letting him use you as he needs. He pushes hard, stroking partially in and out a few times, each one ending with another gush into you, until he is finally completely spent. His hands drop from your hips and you settle down onto him. Your bodies are, stuck together with sweat, and the smell of sex fills the room. Your hair sticks to your forehead, and he reaches up to free it and push it back from your eyes. You reach down and wipe a bead of sweat from between his eyes, and you both laugh freely. When he finally softens to the point of popping out of you, despite both of your efforts to prevent it, you roll off him. He rolls too, and you lay side by side, face to face, arms laid over each other, eyes looking into eyes. He opens his mouth and speaks the first words spoken between the two of since you arrived. "Hi, babe". He smiles. You smile back, and reply "Hi, Tad". The Appetizer Hi, I’m Melissa, and I was getting ready to go meet Michael for lunch, and I have to admit I’m really excited. When I tell you why, perhaps you’ll understand. I was going to take a bath and relax first before getting ready, I didn’t have to work and I could take all morning. Let’s face it; I couldn’t concentrate on anything anyway. I ran the bath and threw some jasmine scented oil into the water, got my razor and took off my robe. I watched my reflection in the mirror, and had to say I liked it. My hair, thanks to modern technology was a stylish black with a touch of butterscotch in the front covering what would have been all gray, but nobody needs to know that. My breasts were still perky and my buns had maintained their roundness in spite of age and gravity. I felt great, really charged with energy, almost as if I was being reborn to start my life over at 40. My eyes and lips, he said those were my best features, were still much younger than my actual age I thought, and my mind raced creatively with all kinds of romantic fantasies and possibilities. I felt like a silly schoolgirl actually, and what’s more I loved it. Michael was responsible. We started by innocently having lunch together, we were old friends and I’m certain neither of us had an agenda going in, but something had started to change. At first I noticed he was looking into my eyes longer, as if he were trying to fathom my thoughts and fantasies, yes I admitted to him that fantasy was a big part of my life, and he seemed to be noticing my lips more too, almost as if he was thinking about kissing me. I had told him about my marriage, and at first I tried to downplay the lack of passion, but I could not hide from him, it was as if he was in my bedroom every night. He seemed to know that I was sorely lacking in this area, and he knew just what to ask to get me to open up, something I usually don’t do. As his gazes became more intense and direct, I found myself returning them, and wondering back, “what is he thinking, is he thinking of me that way?’ I was pretty sure he was, but to his credit, he gave me space to decide for myself and respected that this was difficult. I stepped into the warm water, and began to soap myself, first my arms and then my breasts. My nipples were hard from the cold, or was it thoughts of him that hardened them? My heart beat quickened as I thought of him. I could hardly wait to touch myself there, but decided to hold off as long as I could. I felt my breasts and imagined that he was holding them, maybe sitting behind me here in the tub. God I would love that, feeling his cock up against my backside and rubbing it by pressing back on it. I really couldn’t wait any longer and my hands went to my pussy for a quick feel, damn, it felt so good, would it be so wrong to let him? God knows I needed it badly. To distract myself I grabbed my razor and shaving cream and began to shave my pubic area, the mound first and then the sides. It looked good bare and felt better to me than all hairy, the smoothness seemed to stimulate me more, and lately self stimulation was all I had. I was an all-star at fantasy, I read erotic literature and looked at pictures, men and women, and had invested in all the latest toys and lingerie. I would love to have someone to use it all on, but I had to admit that I was a do-it-yourselfer when it came to love most of the time. I couldn’t help thinking how great it would feel to have another man, how it would feel to have Michael, who was I kidding, touching me and stroking me, stroking my thighs and licking the outside of me and then finding the target of my sexual core. Lately I had not been able to pleasure myself without it being with him, especially the ending. It was good to have an actual person to fantasize about, for years I had used characters in books or stories for my leading man. As I soaked I absently fondled myself and before long it was starting to feel too good to stop. The razor handle was a little small, but it would have to do, because I hadn’t brought my vibrator in with me, what a shame. The razor handle was now inside me, I tucked it up under the pubic bone to find my “G’ spot and with the other hand I circularly rubbed my clit. I ached for another man’s cock to be inside me, I had been married for eighteen long years, and the last couple was really long. My marriage lacked a lot of things, and terrific passionate lovemaking was one of them. I had decided to stay married and give myself what I needed, but lately that seemed kind of lame. What was I doing? Thinking of my marriage depressed me so I stopped masturbating for awhile. I had been averaging twice a day for the last few weeks, and still the fire burned. I decided to drain the tub and rinse in the shower and then get ready for my lunch with Michael in a leisurely fashion, trying on different outfits and experimenting with panty/bra sets of which I have indulged myself plenty. I toweled off and then went into my bedroom and stood naked in front of my lingerie drawer. As I looked through my collection I pictured Michael sneaking up behind me, he was naked and I lusted after his body in the mirror. You see he has fantastic ripped pectorals and defined biceps, and his whole body is in shape and proportion. His hairline is receding, but his blondish hair with a few strands of gray gives him a youthful look, but also mature, which I find incredibly sexy! And his face, well that is smooth in parts and ruggedly handsome in parts and clean shaven too. His skin is lightly tanned, and his face has a healthy warm color, part tan and part flushed, a real outdoorsy look. By far the best thing about him, other than his cock, just kidding, is his eyes, they are bright blue but they can go green or hazel on occasion, but they are always looking and searching and noticing and penetrating. Those eyes have made me wet on more than one occasion. So far I hadn’t done anything about it, not that I didn’t want to! Trust me, I did. I really would love to see him all naked, maybe stretched out on the bed or lying on his side, gee maybe I should just go see him someday, he had an office in his home and I’m pretty sure he’d welcome the distraction. Boy, what would I do? I selected an old standby, Victoria secret, black satin push-up bra and black satin “O” ring thong and slipped them on. They felt great and I thought I looked very sexy, I’m sure Michael would too if he got the chance. The thong nestled into me and gave me a rush and I touched myself again, triggering feelings there, the feelings that were always there just beneath the surface, waiting for my perfect master to call them out. Could I answer the call, I asked myself? I thought I could, but didn’t want to force the issue just yet. I slipped a finger in and realized somehow I was wet. I thought in the interests of safety that I better do something before I met Michael or I might lose control. So I took the thong off and grabbed the vibrator from the Tupperware box under the bed, and started that puppy up. I sighed as it moved around my hood and then found its way inside to the clit, and I gasped as the business end entered me, just like Michael would do if I let him, God it would be so great I thought to have him, even to have him watch me do this would be wonderful. I knew that he knew he was responsible for triggering these feelings in me, and I also knew that he probably could have me anytime he really wanted; my resistance was not exactly strong right now. I increased the pace of my magic wand and my ass humped it in return, God I was tired of being alone like this I wanted more, more, more and then quickly I was coming, coming coming, and bucking too, oh and I think I said his name I love the way it sounds the way I imagine it will if I ever make love to him, “Michael, Michael, oh god thank-you for fucking me with your big beautiful cock Michael and kiss me some more give me that tongue Michael and let this moment last forever please god and wrap those strong arms around me Michael and don’t let go, wait for me, I’m coming again and again , I’ll come for you anytime you want Michael, just wait for me, wait for me Michael’ I let out a deep breath and I can hear my heart start beating again. I light a cigarette. Damn, I’ve got to stop this I thought, thinking I never could, and wherever it went it went. Damned if I could control it anymore. My heart raced as I looked at the clock and noticed I was meeting him in a half hour. It’s a good thing I was in control I told myself and laughed. Destiny rules, he had said. And that was no lie Jack. “Michael,” I said one more time. And decided to dress. Without the thong. TO BE CONTINUED The Appetizer We are meeting for the first time, after weeks of stimulating online chats. He extends his hand to shake mine and smiles as he looks into my eyes. I feel an immediate jolt of electricity surge through my body as his warm hand connects with mine. I look away, afraid that he might sense my reaction. I feel shy, vulnerable, excited and nervous. I look back at him with a giggle, then immediately look away again. I feel as though he can see right through me. I look back at him again, only this time I am blushing. He is still smiling, looking into my eyes. I hold his hand for just a moment longer and tell him how nice it is to finally meet him. The waitress seats us at a quiet table in the back corner of the dimly lit restaurant. We start talking, just idle chit chat, but I know that later on I won't be able to remember what we were talking about because the blood pumping through my veins is roaring in my ears. My heart is in my throat. Every time I look into his deep, brown eyes, feelings of intense desire wash over me in waves. There is a throbbing sensation in my lower abdomen and pelvis. I switch back and forth between looking into his eyes and watching his lips move as he speaks. I can see that he is very aware of my arousal. I am mesmerized. I want to lean over and kiss him. But I am immobilized by my shyness. We continue talking. We leave the restaurant and walk out to his car. He opens the door for me and, like a gentleman, he waits until I am sitting comfortably before he closes the door and walks around to his side. He gets into the car and puts his key in the ignition. "Wait!" I blurt out. "What?" he asks. "What is it?" I take a deep breath and say, "I want to kiss you." "Why didn't you say so?" he replies with a seductive smile as he leans over, puts his hand behind my head, and pulls my mouth to his. I gasp aloud when our lips touch. I am hungry. So hungry. I open my mouth to accept his tongue and our tongues entwine. I am making soft whimpering sounds. My body is so excited it almost feels painful. I ache. After several long minutes of devouring one another's mouths and tongues, he pulls away and says, "We need to get out of here." "Yes," I murmur. "Yes we do." We drive around in silence looking for the nearest hotel. We eventually find a Motel 6, pull in and park the car. He turns to look at me. I think he is looking for a sign that this is what I really want. I reach out to hold his hand and I give it a warm squeeze. He flashes me a reassuring smile. With that we exit the car and walk towards the motel. Once inside the lobby I find myself looking everywhere but at him as he makes the arrangements for the room. Our room is on the first floor. I keep my eyes down as we walk towards our door. I am so excited but so nervous too. Once inside the room he quickly shuts the door and pushes me up against it, holding my hands above my head, flat against the door. A surprised gasp escapes my lips just before his mouth reaches mine. His kiss is more urgent this time. His tongue is probing deeper, moving faster. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and grinds his pelvis against mine, pushing me harder against the door. My breathing is coming faster. My entire body is trembling. "Oh my God I want you," I say as he pulls away to look into my eyes. "Well then come over here and get me," he teases with a playful grin as he quickly removes his jacket and tosses it onto the chair as he walks towards the bed. "Come here," he beckons to me as he sits at the foot of the bed. "Stop," he says just before I reach the edge of the bed. "Take off your coat." I take off my coat and toss it onto the chair to join his. I turn to look at him, imploring him with my eyes to grant me the release I so desperately need. I start to move closer. "Stop," he says again. "Please," I whisper. "Please what?" he asks. "Just please..." I reply. "Please what?" he asks with a firmer voice. I take a deep shaky breath and quietly reply, "Please don't tease me too much. I am in agony. Make love to me." "Oh I will," he softly replies, smiling broadly, looking deep into my dark green eyes, "I will. But first I need you to do something for me. Can you do something for me? Hmmm???" "Yes," I whisper, my lips quivering, my hands trembling. "What is it?" "I want you to...." he pauses for effect. "I want you to do exactly what I tell you to do, no questions asked. Can you do that for me?" An involuntary sharp intake of breath. And my skin flushes hot. I am painstakingly aware of every sensation in my body. I am breathless. I am excited. I am nervous. I am vulnerable. I am helpless. I am his for the taking. "Take off your blouse," he quietly commands, not taking his eyes away from mine for a second. I fumble with the buttons. One by one I manage to undo them, but then I stop, looking away. "Take it off," he commands with a little more force. "Take it off, and don't stop looking at me." My face is flushed, hot, prickly, beet red. I feel as though I am about to jump out of my own skin. To look into his eyes means that he will know exactly what I am feeling. And he will become acutely aware of this primal energy erupting from deep inside of me and cursing through my body. I take another deep breath and slip my blouse over my shoulders and down the length of my arms until I am just holding the sleeves in my hands. He tells me to toss my blouse onto the chair and his eyes are burning holes through my skin. He can't take his eyes off of my breasts. "So beautiful," he whispers. "Take it off. The bra. Show me those luscious breasts of yours." Reaching behind me I unclasp the 4 hooks holding my 42 D's in place and slowly slip the straps down my shoulders. The cups stay in place, moulded to my breasts. I have to peel them away. I toss the bra onto the chair and look away. I am so fucking turned on. So turned on. I can't stand it. Please, please touch me, do something, I think to myself. My skin is on fire. My body is aching. "I told you to keep looking at me, didn't I?" he asked with a touch of impatience in his voice. I look him in the eye again and softly apologize. I can feel a tear forming in the corner of my eye. This is too intense. The sensations are overwhelming me. "Come here," he says to me, seeing the state that I'm in, the state that HE put me in. I walk towards him and stand in front of him, my legs between his legs, my bare breasts pressed up against his clothed chest. I enjoy the sensation of the smooth, cool fabric of his shirt pressed against my skin. It arouses me further. The fact that he is still dressed and I am half naked just makes me feel that much more vulnerable and exposed. A soft moan escapes my throat. He looks me in the eye, puts his right hand behind my head and pulls me close, hovering his lips just above mine, not yet touching. "Is this what you need?" he innocently asks. "Do you need me to take away some of the pressure you are feeling? Hmmm? Is that what you need?" "Yes," I groan. "Please, yes." With that he makes full contact with my lips and I can practically hear the electricity crackling in the air. It is unbelievable. Incredible pressure builds in my pelvis and intense waves of pleasure wash over my entire body. I start to moan into his mouth as he continues to kiss me. I kiss him back with an insatiable hunger, sucking on his tongue, licking his lips, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. The room starts to spin. I stumble and fall against him, my legs are trembling. "Let's get you out of these jeans and into this bed," he says, a little breathless himself. My fingers find their way to the button of my jeans and he tells me, "No, let me do that for you. I want to." "Ok," I reply, my voice now thick with desire, my breathing growing heavier and heavier. Unsnapping the button and pulling down the zipper, he grabs the waistband of my jeans and my panties together and pulls them both down to my ankles. "Oh my God," I exclaim. "Oh my God." "You are so beautiful," he murmurs, as he looks me up and down from my breasts to my belly, my belly to my pussy, now fully exposed, and back up again to look into my eyes. "Lift your foot," he tells me, bending over to finish pulling off my jeans and remove my socks. "Now get up here and lay down on this bed," he states calmly. "Spread your legs a little. Let me see inside. Oh my....your pussy is so pretty, so pink. Mmmmmm..... Just you wait," he promises as he starts to undress in front of me. I lay back, prop myself up on my elbows, and watch in silent appraisal and approval as he removes his clothing, starting with his shirt and ending with his socks. His shoulders are broad. His chest is thick and covered in a soft layer of dark hair. His nipples are erect. His cock is completely hard, jutting out, bobbing, asking to be sucked. I want to touch him. I start to sit up. "No," he states calmly. "No. You stay right there. I'm not done with you yet." I look at him, standing there, completely nude, looking back at me, and I am speechless. My head is spinning. Every nerve in my body is alive and screaming. I can't think straight. "Ok. Scoot that sexy ass of yours' down here," he commands with a big smile on his face. "I'm going to help relieve some of that pressure you've been feeling." I groan and scoot down the bed, position my ass right at the edge, and pull my knees up, exposing my bare pussy for him to see. Kneeling on the floor he wraps his strong arms around my thighs and pulls my pussy closer to his face. I can feel the heat of his breath warming my now damp pussy as he hovers for a moment, not touching, not speaking. I squeeze my eyes shut and grab handfuls of the comforter on either side of me, bracing myself for the pleasure shock I am about to receive. Releasing my right leg he gently pries my lips apart, exposing my swollen clitoris and oh so sensitive inner lips. "Oooooohhhhh," I moan from the shock of first contact. And then he releases my other leg and presses his left thumb gently against my clit. "Mmmmmm," I moan again as he continues to take his time. My pussy is on fire and he is still teasing me. "Are you ready?" he asks with just a hint of laughter in his voice. My response is not legible. I growl, a low deep growl coming from a primal place, deep, deep inside of me. "I'll take that as a yes," he murmurs as he begins stroking his finger slowly up and down my slit, from the top of my clit to the base of my pussy. Up and down, over and over, he keeps stroking my pussy. My lips are getting wetter, opening wider, inviting his finger to come inside. The sound of my voice fills the room. I can't stay quiet. Moaning, groaning, gasping, panting, growling and breathing, heavier and heavier. "Oh dear God," I cry out. "Make me cum. Please make me cum. Please, please....." Exaggerated foreplay is such sweet agony, and an art he had mastered well, I thought to myself, but I am going to start screaming if he doesn't turn it up a notch soon. I hear his soft laughter and feel his hot breath on my lips mere seconds before I feel the tip of his tongue on my clit. Slowly and gently he laps at my swollen bud. Using both hands to hold my lips apart, he continues to lick and flick at my clit with his sweet, wet tongue, keeping the same pace, somehow knowing this is what I need to reach my peak. The deep groans and growls erupting from my throat continue to fill the room. I can feel my orgasm building. I raise my hips trying to get my pussy closer to his face. I ball my hands into fists and pound on the mattress. Shock waves coming from my clit begin to peak and spill over, cascading over my entire body, sweeping me away with every wave. The room is spinning. My deep groans and growls turn to a high pitched preening sound, piercing the room, a long, steady sound that just goes on and on. And then he slips a finger inside of me and starts to pump, grazing my G-Spot with every stroke. It is then that I start to scream. My orgasm keeps intensifying until it turns into a multiple, back to back orgasms with just a brief pause before the next one rises again and explodes. "Don't stop, don't stop," I cry out urgently. "I'm still cumming!" He keeps fucking me with his finger and I keep bucking against his hand as I continue to scream. The pressure and force of the orgasms wracking my body reach a fevered pitch and I feel a stream of hot liquid spurt out of my pussy, shooting past his finger and soaking the bed. Then I hear him growl as he swiftly removes his finger and buries his face between my legs. He presses his nose tightly against my swollen clit and drags his tongue up and down the length of my opening, pausing to briefly suck on my clit. Shoving his tongue deep inside of me, he probes and pumps and laps up all my juices, clearly excited by the fact that he just made me squirt, and not wanting to miss a single drop. The Appetizer This is my first post. I appreciate any feedback and will see how it goes. Thank you and enjoy! * You would drive to my motel and call me when you get to the parking lot. I will come down and escort you inside and up to my room. Both of us will be feeling horny as hell and nervous as well. We will go into the living room area where we will begin talking about what we both love sexually. As you mention you like your neck to be nibbled I lean over and lightly begin to brush my lips up your neck. As you shudder I lightly scrape my teeth along your skin sending shivers down your spine. While I am going this I have one hand at the small of your back, under the cloths rubbing in small circles and the other lightly sliding down your other shoulder reaching up and curling in your hair. Your hands are kneading my chest, and grasping my back as moans of pleasure escape your lips. My hand in the back slowly begins to work its way up, bringing your shirt with it until we work together and slide it over your head. I reach over and embrace you, removing your bra as I nibble and kiss my way down your neck, over your color bone, down your sternum and between your breasts as my hands firmly but gently caress and kneed them. My mouth continues down your stomach to your pants, where I slowly unbutton them and slide them off. It is at this point I realize you do not have any panties one. I moan with desire. Once they are off the nibbles begin again down your leg, excruciatingly slow, building desire. As I kiss lower and lower I slide my hands down until when I reach the top of your leg my hands are at firmly on your butt. I kiss just to the side of your vagina, the place where it is warm, and it sends a wave of pleasure coursing over your body, but building a burning desire for more intimate contact. As I explore around your desire builds until finally you beg for me to like your innermost regions. I breath on them first, exhaling hot breath before my tongue begins to swirl around the outside of your labia, as it swells I move to the inside as you through your head back and grasp the cushions on the couch as your body shudders with the pure delight of your first orgasm. As your body recovers your head jerks up to look at me, your eyes full of animalistic hunger and desire. You want flesh, and you want it now. You sit up, ripping my shirt over my head and tossing it into the corner. Pushing me back onto the floor you clumsily begin to rip my pants off. Your body is so full of passion that it is maddening how they will not come off! Hastily I begin to help until the pants to are discarded and there, standing fully erect is the one thing that can help sate your appetite. You clutch it with both hands as though it may slip away. Your loins are begging for it, but not yet. I made you mad with lust, now it is your turn. Your lower your head, tossing your hair to the side to make sure I get a clear view as you put my head into your mouth. You do not go down far, just enough to swirl your tongue around the head. It is now my turn to shudder as I feel the sensations that make my knees weak and awakens a flock of butterflies in my stomach, all flying for the sheer pleasure of the feelings you are creating. As you enjoy the sensations on your tongue you look up and relish the fact that I am oblivious to all but what you are doing in the small little part of my. You literally have all the control with your tongue and it is empowering. You continue with your mouth, now adding a stroke up and down my shaft with your hand. You go slowly but firmly because you want to savor it, you want to build my desire the way I built yours. As you continue my hands reach down and continue to stroke your hair. The slide down your neck, sending the familiar tingling sensations down your body. I lean over you caressing your back and reaching around for your breasts. In your mouth you feel my pre cum, with the texture of honey and a pleasant saltiness that you have been waiting for. This is the sign, you think to yourself as you raise your head with an expectant smile on your face. The appetizer is over, now on to the main event... The Appetizers The wonderful thing about long-time lovers is the knowledge of when everything is perfect, when to linger, when to move to the next course. We are such lovers. In sync with each other - often knowing in advance the reaction of the other before a touch, a kiss or a caress. Time and space beyond the walls of our suite does not exist. We are centered on each other and the pleasure we can bring to our lover. We are naked as the day we lay in our mothers' arms after the miracle of birth. Each time we make love is a new beginning, a new awakening, a new sunrise. There is a rising of the sun and a glow in the sky -the rising of our lust and the glow of skin and eyes. I turn to you as we stand bathed in the warmth of the fire and bend to pick you up as I did on our wedding night. You wrap your arms about my neck and nuzzle your lips to my ear. We walk slowly to the steamy bathroom and the bubble-laden Jacuzzi. I lower you gently to the foamy, scented waters. You sink until just your head and shoulders are exposed. You lie back against the slopping sides and relax. I return to the room to turn up the CD so we can hear the music above the jets. Meanwhile you have poured two glasses of the rich, red Merlot. Upon returning I too step into the foaming tub and kneel before you. I take your face in my hands and kiss your eyes, your nose, your cheeks and finally your pouting lips, tangy with the taste of wine. I drink you in. My tongue invades your mouth past lips yearning for attention. You kept a little wine and pass it to me – all the sweeter for pooling in the living cup. We break our kiss, you hand me my wine and I slide down with my back against the tub. We sit facing each other, your legs between mine. Your feet resting on the bottom of the tub just below my testicles. Testicles heavy with semen, extended with the heat of their surroundings and the ecstasy of the moment. You slowly stroke my sack with a manicured scarlet-red toe. My already stiff cock twitches. It is unfair, but who said love is fair. You smile, knowing what you are doing to me. You tease. I love it. I take a sip of wine then set it down. From beneath the bubbling waters I find your right leg. I massage it seductively, tracing circles on your calf, down the back of your leg to the foot - a foot that is ticklish beyond belief. I am careful not to spoil the moment by torturing you with wicked fingers, not yet anyway. Your legs are smooth – this morning you shaved and anointed them with lotion. In the water they are like satin with nerves attuned to every little caress. The left leg receives the same treatment as the right. Your head is resting on a rolled towel at the edge of the tub. Your body is floating in the churning, scent-laden froth. Your heels now rest lightly on my shoulders and your breasts poke like two snow-covered peaks from the bath. We rest with eyes closed - your ass resting on my slightly bent knees. You are suspended by neck, butt and heel – floating in a sea of spume, with steaming water swirling about you and hands and fingers tracing unknown patterns on your body. Time stands still. The timer shuts off. We are wrested from our trance. The wine, the water, the heat have taken their toll. Our passion is still there, unseen and hidden but like our bodies, just below the surface. The music is more noticeable without the roar of the water jets. You raise your head, lowering your legs as I spread my knees. You sit up and turn, all in one motion. You slide across the slippery tub and snuggle between my legs, resting your back against my chest. I hand you your wine and take up mine. I raise my glass and toast you. "I raise my glass to the woman of my life. You are the essence of my being, the mother of our children, and partner in all my endeavours - the lover in my bed. You bring joy to my days and eroticism to my nights. You are my partner, my soul mate, and my lover. I drink to you, the woman of true beauty." You blush, if that is possible, in this heat and push even closer to me. My hard shaft is pressed into the crack of your ass. You glide about to the rhythm of the music--a Strauss Waltz. My arms encircle you. My hands cup each heat-soaked breast. They are heavy and light at once. Just below the surface they seem suspended. The oily water adds slickness to your skin. My fingers circle effortlessly around and around each breast. Your eyes are closed, your head rests on my shoulder and you begin to slip lower into the water. This forces my manhood up your back bringing you alert. Your hands sink to my thighs and massage them with a growing insistence. We lie caressing breast and thigh. Fingers exploring. I have discovered your hardened nipples, while you have widened your search to my inner thighs. You use your fingernails to lightly scrap upwards, ever upwards. You let your body again float suspended just below the surface. Your attention is half focused on the stimulation your nipples are receiving and the direction your hands are moving. You reach the apex of my crotch. The laden testicles hanging in heat stretched sacs with my erection straining for the surface. You do not touch either. Instead you tease me by tangling your fingers in my pubic hair. You scrap lightly up my belly on either side of the granite-hard pillar. It jerks in anticipation of attention. Attention you are not willing to bestow just yet. I continue to fondle your right gland while my left hand moves easily over your torso, but with a clear destination in mind. You know, but how long will it take? I find the first semi-orifice – your navel. It is a depression in the midst of a soft pillow of wanton flesh. After all these years you still have a beautiful figure - not the hard slimness of youth but the softer curves of maturity. Continuing on their journey my fingers move ever closer to the centre of your sexual being--your pussy, your cunt, your tunnel of love. I slide across your skin with just my fingertips. Not lightly, but not hard - with enough pressure to find inner nerves as well as those on the surface. I cup my palm and slide it up and down, back and forth on the fleshy mound protecting your pelvic bone. You push upwards into my hand. You sigh, close your eyes and push harder. You want more. You want to give more. You want hard, pounding sex. You are ready but this is our night, our time, and our space, there is no hurry, there is no rush. The journey is the end, the end will be when. . . .? My fingers spread and caress your thighs - wide and inviting. My palm still fondles your mons. My fingers have moved so now they are on either side of your shaved pussy. I shaved you last night. All that is left is a thin tuft of orange/red curls at the top of the puckered lips. The rest is as bald as a baby. Your pussy is swollen. The inner lips pink with the heat of the bath and your rising excitement. They are wet, but more from your secretions than the oily water. You sigh and moan. Up the mountain of ecstasy you float. The air getting thinner, your breath more shallow, your heart is beginning to race as you seek the release at the pinnacle. The clouds obscure the summit, so you don't know exactly when IT might happen. Is it just seconds or hours away? With a finger on either side of your extended lips, I gently press them together and slide my fingers from bottom to top, and down again, and up again. The oily water mixed with your juices makes it effortless, but not sensation-less. The sensation is exquisite – so you tell me. After a couple of minutes of this you are begging for release, a release that is not to cum just yet. As my fingers slide to the top of your hungry lips they close together on a 'bud', which has grown and appeared like the first crocus of spring. On moment invisible, the next it is in full bloom. Your budding clit, within the hooded folds is as hard as your nipples. Meanwhile, you have been busy too. You have reached down and cupped my heavy sac in one hand, weighing my balls, judging their state of arousal. Do they match your own? Could be! Your other hand has grasped my shaft and with the oily water you are masturbating me slowly, from the base with the hairy forest of curls up, up to the swollen head. When your hand reaches the top you open your palm and lightly rub it over the head, paying particular attention to the sensitive opening and the skin on the underside where the head and shaft meet. I try to move back, but my butt is hard against the side of the tub. There is not escape and you know it. The more I tease you the more I get in return. Is this not a "win-win" situation? Who will break first? Who will demand release first? The stimulation is getting the better of both of us. A volcano is building within me and I know from experience you are on the edge and the point of no return is only a step away. Shall we leap now? Or shall we slow down, back away from the edge and regain some composure? My maleness says, "Forward, forward, thrust on." Your passion is looking only for instant release, "Now, now, God, please now." I take my hands from your breast and pussy. I hold you tight and bring your floating body back down to mine. I can't believe I just did this. I must be out of my mind. I could have release now and again soon after, but I have chosen to have "blue balls" for the time being. You grip my arms that surround you and hold us tighter. You are shaking slightly, but after a minute you turn your head and offer me your lips. I bend and we kiss and hold each other. Minutes pass and the water begins to cool. The appetizer is consumed. These plates 'licked clean". As with a true appetizer our hunger is far from sated. We have tasted and we are hungrier still. I float you away, and stand carefully, as my head is spinning from the passion and the heat of the bath. I grip the handrail and reach for the thick terry robe. I wrap my self in its warmth, turn and reach for your hand to help you from the water. Your skin is pink and puffy. We were not long enough to wrinkle, but just long enough to . . . You step out and I wrap you in your robe. We embrace and pat each other dry. I lead you from the bathroom to the entrée. End of Part II . . .