0 comments/ 191848 views/ 11 favorites Weekend in New Orleans By: devil_in_white_dress It was a crisp November morning in New Orleans. She sat at a small table in the completely packed Café du Monde eating a beignet and drinking café au lait. It felt so good to be back in the city that she loved so much. She was there on business, but business didn’t start until Monday and today was Saturday. She had flown in early so she could spend the weekend shopping and walking the streets, stopping in small jazz and blues bars, simply enjoying the solitude and the atmosphere of the French creole city. It had been a hassle explaining to her husband that she was going to be away for a whole week, but she needed a break from her busy life and her husband knew it would do her good, plus she hadn’t been in New Orleans in years. As she sat thoroughly enjoying her breakfast while listening to a small jazz quartet she heard a deep southern voice say, “May I share your table? It seems there is a full house here today.” She looked up to see one of the most striking men she had ever seen. He was tall, maybe more than 6’ and incredibly well built. His skin was chocolate brown and his smile was pure sunshine. He wore navy trousers and an open neck white golf shirt that set off his color beautifully. She was speechless for a moment and although she may be many things, she’s never speechless. “Of course, please sit down” she said once she found her voice. “Thanks, I’m James.” “I’m Maggie, nice to meet you James.” She watched as he moved the chair back and settled into it; like a big jungle cat, graceful and yet dangerous. God, he was gorgeous. She had a hard time concentrating on her beignet, it seemed like the food would not go down her throat. She gave up and instead looked up shyly at him. “Are you a native?” she asked in what sounded like a whisper to her. “No, no. I’m here on business. How bout you?” He flashed that smile again and her stomach did a somersault. “I’m here on business too but I have the weekend free. I got in early to spend time in the city. I love this city.” God, she was babbling. What was wrong with her, she wasn’t in high school, she was a forty-something year old married woman that had never cheated on her husband and that hadn’t felt this nervous about talking with a man since she was sixteen. “I got in early too, my meetings don’t start until Monday. Maybe we could see some the city together, how does that sound?” Oh my God, she thought, no, tell him no. He’s trouble with a capital T, he’s too gorgeous, he moves entirely too well, say no! “I’d really like that. There’s this great place on Bourbon Street where they play jazz all night long, it’d be great to go there with someone, I mean you, and not by myself.” What was wrong with her???!!!?? “Sounds like a date, where are you staying?” She had his full attention now. As he looked her over slowly he noticed her shy smile again. Now that’s a pretty smile, he thought. He noticed how her eyes were brown and gold at the same time and how her skin looked so soft. Her hair was below her shoulders, dark and straight and silky; the kind of hair you wrap around your fist and pull on just a little while you fuck her from behind. He could tell she was tall, about 5’6”, he figured around 145 lbs, not fat but not skinny either. She had curves; and at that moment he really wanted her to stand up so he could see the rest of her. Of course, he could see her breasts; big, heavy breasts that looked soft and kissable. He could make out the shape of her nipples through the cotton fabric of her button down white shirt. He wondered what color her nipples were and whether or not they’d get long and puckered between his lips. He thought about how it would feel to take off her shirt slowly and press his lips to the swell of her breasts right above her bra then kiss all the way to those little nipples, making the material wet and sticky with his tongue. “I’m staying a couple of blocks away, at an old inn. I walked over here, didn’t want to drive on such a gorgeous day.” “It is a very gorgeous day,” he said as his eyes roamed over her, “how about I walk you back once we’re finished and then we can finalize our plans for tonight?” God, why was he looking at her that way? She knew she would not be able to resist this man and the torture of knowing she should was turning her on. Incredibly turned on, she could feel the wetness seeping from her pussy and onto the lacy silk thong she wore beneath her skirt. “Sure, whenever you’re finished. I’m ready to go.” “Well let’s go then” he said and stood up. “But you didn’t finish your breakfast,” she whispered. “Neither did you. Let’s go.” He walked over to her chair and pulled it out for her as she began to stand. He was standing so close to her and gawd, he smelt so good! Like cologne and man. The juices dripped freely from her pussy now. She sighed; she knew she was in trouble. But she also knew that she hadn’t gone looking for trouble, it had found her and sometimes you have to take what life gives you. She didn’t want to be an old woman and think about what could have been or what could have happened a long time ago in New Orleans with a sexy stranger. She was going to be open to it and play it out. He scrutinized her as she stood up. Starting with her strappy, low sandals that showed her perfectly pedicured feet then up her long shapely calves to the curves around her hips and waist and up to those huge, heavy breasts, to finally rest on her eyes; wide, pretty eyes that looked a little scared but were full of excitement. “Mmmmmm, you smell good. What perfume are you wearing?” He asked as he leaned into her. “I’m not wearing perfume,” she replied, “this is me and a little moisturizing cream.” She laughed, but not shyly this time. Others had told her this, but she was still glad he noticed. “Well then girl, you smell good.” They slowly walked the 3 blocks to the inn where she was staying. He wanted her to be comfortable when he got her to the inn; he knew he was staying. During that time he told her of his life and the more he spoke the more obvious it became that they had much in common. They liked the same kinds of things, and laughed at the same kinds of things. He was easy to talk to, smart and funny. Was there anything on this earth better than an intelligent man with a sense of humor that looked like a god? No, she couldn’t think of a single thing. Soon they were at the second floor of the inn, in front of the door to her room. She looked up at him with big, golden brown eyes. “Would you like to come inside?” He didn’t answer, just leaned into her a little as she opened the door. “Wow!” he said as he looked around the large room, his gaze first drawn to the huge antique bed, flowing in white linens and mosquito net. He looked then to the armoire, where he guessed the TV and mini-bar were hidden and the small end table with the tiny control panel that worked all the lights and the air-conditioner. As his eyes continued to roam the room they fell upon the far right corner of the room where a huge, claw-footed bathtub sat, large enough to fit two people. She watched him as he perused the room and saw him suck in his breath at the site of the tub. “Incredible, isn’t it? It’s the reason I chose this room... I, um, I have a thing for water.” She said as she smiled shyly up at him. “I can think of some things to do in that tub woman.” He said, the first true sexual innuendo of the day. He couldn’t wait to undress her and get her into that tub with him. “James, there’s something I need to say before we do anything. I’ve never cheated on my husband and I don’t know how to feel about all this. About you being here or about what we’re going to do, or not do.” “I understand, the way I look at it, you are a gift that I was somehow given today. I want you to feel comfortable about whatever we do. So anytime you want to stop, just say the word and we will.” That was such the right answer. She smiled, feeling like she had been granted a wish as well as a gift. She let herself stare at him then, his smooth dark skin, his long hands and fingers, his perfect body. And then she touched him, lightly on his arm and ran her fingers tentatively up and down feeling all the muscles there, all the way to his fingers, stroking and feeling his smooth skin. He turned to her and kissed her, his thick, soft lips against her lip-glossed ones. Mmmmmmmm, he tasted so good, his tongue dancing with hers, deepening the kiss; making it more urgent. “I love to kiss,” she moaned into his mouth, “and you taste so good baby.” He answered by kissing her deeper still, raw, even more urgent. She felt that urgency too and let her fingers roam his back. She could feel the muscles there through the shirt and wanted to, no, needed to take it off and feel her fingers on his skin. She broke from the kiss, “James, let me take this shirt off.” “Okay,” he said with a smile as he started to pull it over his head, “but let’s close that door first.” She slammed the door shut, but he didn’t kiss her again, instead he started to work on the buttons of her shirt, kissing and licking the skin as he revealed it. Her hands were on his back, rubbing those strong muscles, feather light touches all over his shoulders and down his spine. He opened her shirt all the way, pulling it out of her skirt so he could unbutton all of it, and cast it off her body. His hands rubbed her creamy, pale shoulders and her neck; moving down to her ribs and the part of her belly that now showed. He didn’t touch her breasts and it made her ache. Here was a man that knew what he was doing, she thought, a man that was going to tease her and drive her crazy with longing. As soon as the thought was formed she felt his hands on her breasts, her whole body was awake and alive and so ready for his touch. He touched them lightly over the see-through lace bra. Her nipples becoming hard under his feather light touch. He bend down to kiss the skin around her bra and then his lips were circling her nipples and drawing them hard into his mouth. A long moan escaped her lips. What sweet torture! She wanted his lips on her bare breasts, she wanted it this instant. As if reading her mind he reached behind and unhooked her bra, tossing it to the floor. His tongue licked at her nipples, like a lollypop or a piece of candy. “Mmmmm girl, you are so sweet,” he whispered right before he closed his lips around the pink nub and sucked. He suckled her sweetly at first, but then he drew her hard against his teeth, flicking his tongue around the very tip as he sucked. “Oh god, James…yesssss. Yes baby, that feels so good.” Her eyes were closed and her hands were on his shoulders, holding on. “Open your eyes Maggie. I want you to see my lips around your pretty pink nipples, sucking on your big, white tits. Open your eyes baby.” She did, and the contrast of his dark hands and face on her milky white skin was enough to make her shake. She knew she could not stand there much longer, her knees were weak. “James, let’s move to the bed. Please, please baby.” He took her by the hand and laid her on the white duvet and then laid himself beside her. He had all day, hell, he had all weekend if it went the way he thought it would and he was going to enjoy every second of it. There was no need to rush. He ran his hands all through the top of her body and she also explored his. She wanted to taste him so she leaned in and licked his neck. It tasted sweet and salty and delicious. She moved her fingers over the muscles in his chest and rubbed his hard nipples with the pad of her index finger. He softly moaned. “Oooh you like that, do you baby?” she said as she leaned further down and took one hard dark nub into her mouth, sucking and licking like he had done to her. “Yeah Maggie, I like that a lot…mmmmmmmmm.” She could see his erection through his pants and reached down and stroked it through the soft cotton. He was long and hard and ready. She undid his belt and his zipper and pulled his pants and his boxers down, all the way off. She got off the bed, folded them neatly and placed them on the chair. When she turned to face him again he was lying on his back, his arms under his head, his cock hard on his belly, staring at her. She involuntarily licked her lips. He was like a delicious treat, much better than the beignet she had that morning and that’s saying a lot; she loved her beignets! She walked to the edge of the bed and then crawled, her hair framing her lovely face, to where his cock laid waiting for her. She took the hard black shaft in her manicured hands, the red nail polish setting off the contrast with the black of his cock and the cream of fingers. She stroked it lovingly. “Baby, you have a gorgeous dick. I can’t wait to feel it in my mouth and in other places…can I kiss it now baby? Can I suck on you?” He couldn’t know that talking like this turned her on like crazy, all he knew was that he wanted what she wanted. “Go ahead girl. It’s all for you.” Before the words had finished coming out of his mouth she had bent over his hard, long snake. Placing open-mouthed kisses around the head and down the length of the shaft, all the way down to his balls. She licked him on the way back up, using lots of saliva to make him wet for her hands and mouth until she got to the head. She put the head in her mouth and sucked, using her tongue to lick around it, drawing in more and then more still. “Mmmmmmm,” she moaned. He tasted so good, so different from her husband. He was so much longer, so much more. He watched her through heavy lidded eyes. Damn, this woman was making him crazy. She looked so good with her lips around his hard cock. Her hair splayed over his belly, one warm, soft hand stroking the base of his cock and balls, the other rubbing his nipples lightly. She continued to suck him deeper into her mouth, she had more than half of him inside, her hand making up for the rest as she made a soft, tight sheath for his cock. She started fucking him then, with her hand and mouth, sucking hard on the upstroke, dripping spit onto his cock on the downstroke. She wasn’t fucking him fast; it was obvious to him that she knew what she was doing. He grabbed her head as he tried to control her pace; he wanted more. She let him lead her, she wanted to taste his cum in her mouth, she wanted to swallow all of it and then clean him up and start all over again. She craved it. He was talking to her while she sucked him. “You like this black dick baby? Does it taste good girl?” And on and on, making her hotter and hotter until she thought she would explode. All she could do was moan around him. She never wanted it to end; she wanted him in her mouth forever. She continued to fuck his hard cock with her mouth and hands until she felt him grow even bigger in her mouth. “You want me to cum in your mouth Maggie? Are you sure? I’m going to give so much cum baby…oh god, yeah, yeah, I’m going to cum now…mmmmmmmmm.” She felt the first load hit the back of her mouth and she quickly swallowed but he followed with 2 more spurts in quick succession and some leaked out of her lips and onto her chin. He tasted so good, just like she knew he would. She could hear his voice far away, calling her back to him and away from the still semi hard cock. “Come up here baby…I want to kiss you.” He met her half way and kissed her deeply, savoring the taste of his own milky cum along with her sweet lips. “That was great baby, I really enjoyed that,” he said as he licked her bottom lip. “I enjoyed it too baby, more than you know.” “It shows that you love to suck cock.” He smiled as he said it. “I loved sucking your cock, James.” The truth was that he could have gotten dressed right then and left and she would have been satisfied. She loved to give pleasure, it turned her on as much as receiving it and he had such a gorgeous cock; long and smooth, topped with a big, plum-shaped dark head. She had never had a black cock in her mouth before and it was incredible. He tasted and felt better than any myth she had ever heard. So caught up was she in the thought of how good he felt in her mouth that she didn’t hear him speaking to her. “Finish taking your clothes off Maggie, I want to look at you.” She knelt on the bed and pulled down the zipper of her skirt, revealing the sexy black thong to him. He could see that she was completely shaved and already thoroughly wet, her pussy glistening with moisture. She sat on the bed, finished taking off the skirt and threw it on the floor. “Stand up by the foot of the bed Maggie.” God, he wasn’t going to touch her. She was on fire and he wanted her to stand far from him. But she obeyed and went to stand near the foot of the bed. She felt very vulnerable to him, very exposed. He was in total control of the situation now and she was very anxious about it. “Touch your breasts Maggie, let me see how you make your nipples hard for me.” She turned to fully face him and lightly touched her nipples, feeling them get hard beneath her fingers. “Wet your fingers Maggie and touch them again.” He was lying back on the bed, his arms beneath his head, his incredible body laid out before her. And suddenly, she wasn’t so shy anymore; she was turned on by it, by him. She wet her middle finger slowly, rubbing it lightly over her bottom lip then slowly inserting into her mouth. She made a show of it, teasing him, teasing herself. This was different, she thought, sex with her husband was very predictable, orgasm being the prize and the only reason for even doing anything. She could tell that with this man, the journey was going to just as much fun as the destination, if not better. She had no idea. She brought her finger from her mouth and made tight little circles around her small pink left nipple. The saliva got cold on contact and made the nipple very tight and hard. She felt it everywhere, the tightening and the pressure. She drew her finger back into her mouth to wet it again and then repeated the action on her right nipple. She felt so wanton, so alive. She loved the feeling of touching herself for him. She wanted more, she wanted to touch everywhere but her instincts told her to wait for his instruction. “Maggie put your foot on the bed and let me see your pussy,” he whispered to her with that thick, sexy voice. Slowly, she took off her thong. Shaking her ass as it fell past her hips. She threw it at him after she had scooped it up from the floor and he immediately brought it up to his nose to smell it. “Mmmmmmmmm, you smell good girl. Good enough to eat.” She put her foot up on the bed, showing him everything. His words were making her crazy, looking at him was making her crazy, the fact that he was drawing this out and playing with her was making her crazy. She loved it. She could feel her power and it was amazing to her. “Touch yourself darling. Touch your pussy. Let me see how wet it is. Let me see how much you want me,” he said while keeping her thong close to his face. She moaned at his words, so badly did she want to touch herself for him. She reached down with her left hand and lightly touched her pussy, her right hand still on her breasts, squeezing her nipples, making them ache. She rubbed her pussy harder, her middle finger sliding from her clit to her wet, aching passage. Up and down, never entering, never taking too long on her clit, just a constant motion. She closed her eyes, and hung her head back, so acute was the feeling. “Look at me Maggie. Look at me while you touch yourself.” His voice brought her back, her eyes locked with his. “James, I need. I need….ohhhhhhhh.” “What do you need Maggie? “I need you in me….please.” “Oh we’ll get there darling, just not right now. Besides, I’m having too good a time watching you. Just don’t cum Maggie. I want you to stop before you cum.” Weekend in New Orleans “Yes James.” “Fuck yourself Maggie. I want to see your fingers disappear in that pretty hot pussy.” “Oh gawd….yessssssssssssss.” She inserted one finger, then two, slowly pumping, her other hand on her breasts. She was open to him, touching herself for him, fucking herself in front of him. And she loved it. She saw that he was touching himself too, he had her silky thong in his hand and he had curled it around the width of him. He was very lightly stroking, the black silk caressing him as he watched her. He was hard again, he was hard for her and she was on fire. “James, I’m going to cum. Oh baby, I can’t stop it.” “Come here baby.” She took her fingers out of her pussy with a small cry. She wanted to finish! She wanted to cum. But she was going to play this his way. Oh, but she was turning him on. He could tell she had never done anything like this before, that she probably got laid 3 times a week in the missionary position for about 5 minutes and that was that. Well she was getting more than that this weekend. He hoped she’d be able to handle it. As the thought formed in his head he saw her instinctively take the fingers that had been in her wet pussy and lick them slowly. God, she was sexy, open and trusting and so damn sexy. He wanted to please her all weekend long. She reached him on the bed and rubbed those same fingers lightly on his lips, a trace of her taste and scent still on them and then she bent down and kissed him again. “I loved touching myself for you. I am on fire for you baby.” He brought her down to him, rolled her on her back and kissed her. Hard, raw and urgent. He wanted her to know that he was on fire for her too. She could feel his cock against her belly and she squirmed beneath him wanting him inside her. She reached down with her hand, trying to hold him and take him where she wanted and needed him to be. He took her hand by the wrist and brought it up above her head, pinning it there. Oh god, she was going to explode if he didn’t fuck her. “What do you want Maggie?” “Oh baby, please please please…I want you inside me. I want your beautiful black cock inside me baby. Please, fuck me James,” she finished with a whimper. Instead he brought down his free hand and entered her tight wet pussy quickly with one finger, then two. He started to slowly stroke her, telling her how wet she was, how soft she was, how good it was going to feel when finally did fuck her, how incredible her pussy would feel around his hard dick. It didn’t take but a few minutes of this and she felt herself start to cum harder than she had in a very long time. He let go of the hand above her head as he felt her orgasm start and she instinctively clutched him as her hips bucked against his fingers. She cried out his name at the peak of it, and he whispered in her ear how incredibly sexy she looked while she came. He kissed her while she was coming down, slowing his fingers down until she quieted below him and laid back content, a smile on her pretty face. He brought the fingers that had been in her pussy up to her face and spread her juices on her lips before he bent down to lick and kiss her mouth. Her tongue came out to join his as she grabbed hold of his hand and brought his fingers into her warm mouth. They kissed and sucked on his fingers together and she reached down and gave the head of his dick a small squeeze in order to take some precum and taste that too. What a delicious cocktail! She was panting by the time they were done and he stood up and walked over to the tub. She loved watching him move. If he had looked like a jungle cat while reclining on the bed or earlier in the cafe, he looked even more like one while he moved naked around the tub. Bending to open the faucets so the tub would start to fill, walking around to the shelf to pour the magic, scented oils into the warm water. His dick was still hard and every once in awhile his hand would grab it and stroke it. Lightly. Watching him was the greatest treat. He was all that and so much damn more. He climbing into the tub and held his hand out for her. “Come and join me Maggie. The water feels so good.” Oh yes, she thought as she hurried off the bed and walked over to the tub, his eyes never leaving her body as she moved next to him and started to climb into the tub facing him. “Wait, Maggie, come and sit on top of me, your back to my chest.” She did as he asked, the water instantly turning her on more, his fingers grazing her nipples, his lips so close to her ear, his cock so close to her pussy. He whispered, “What did you mean before, about you ‘having a thing for water?’” She put her hands over his, putting pressure on her breasts, kneading them with his hands. “Well I discovered at a very young age the water spout. I think I must have been 8 or 9. I loved taking baths, and one day discovered that with direct water stimulation on my clit, I could, um, have the most indescribable feeling. I later discovered it was called an orgasm,” she chuckled, a little embarrassed, as she told him the story, “it’s still one of my favorite ways to masturbate.” “Mmmmmmmmm is that right? Show me Maggie. Show me how you have the water stroke you.” She had never shown anyone how she did this, actually she’d always been pretty embarrassed about it. Knowing it was taboo and not something she was supposed to do when she was little. But she didn’t care with him. She wanted to show him, she wanted to give to him. Whatever he wanted. So she scooted lower on the tub, taking him with her until her thighs were wide open and her pussy was under the spout and the water was directly hitting her clit. “Ooooh, this feels so good baby. I’ve never, oh god, I’ve never shared this with anyone…mmmmmmm” While she spoke to him in that breathy way of hers, he’d reached down and opened her pussy lips further with his fingers, allowing the water a more direct access to her clit. She started to squirm above him and he could tell that it wouldn’t take her long to cum. Just as she was starting to moan loudly above him, he took the head of his dick and entered her dripping, warm pussy. The jolt she felt and he felt almost dislodged her. So acute was the feeling. She moaned louder still and grabbed the edge of the tub with both her hands so she could find purchase. And then she started to move. Making sure her clit was still being hit with the water she started to ride his beautiful black dick taking more and more inside her. She felt his fingers where they were joined; putting pressure there, while the water stroked her clit. It was too much, a sensory overload, and she came so hard that she cried out loud. He took over the fucking then, bringing his hips up and stroking her until he had most of his dick inside her but the angle was all wrong being this close to the edge so he scooted back to the other end of the tub. She held on to the edges of the tub as he fucked her from underneath, one hand on her hips, the other on her nipples, he stroked her slowly, the water overflowing from the tub on his upstroke. “Dayum baby this is incredible. I never thought I’d ever fuck like this, I can feel you everywhere. Don’t stop baby, stroke me with that big black gorgeous dick. Can you fuck me for a long time baby? Can you stroke me like this forever?” Just as she finished asking he stopped inside her and grabbed her hips hard and ground her against him. She moaned loudly as he answered, “Girl I am going to fuck you for hours and when I’m finished, I’m going to fuck you again.” He stroked her long and hard in that bathtub, stopping every once in awhile and grinding her against him. He had all the patience in the world as he established his rhythm, and she lost count of her slow building, incredibly feeling orgasms. She heard him telling her to get up, that the water was getting cold, that he wanted to go back to the bed, that they were turning into prunes. She heard him but didn’t react right away; she wanted him to just stay inside her but reluctantly she finally, slowly disengaged from him and stood up. He hugged her tight as he stood next to her, kissing her neck and telling her how good her pussy felt. She was throbbing, already sore in places she didn’t know could be sore. Oh and she wanted more. He took a fluffy white towel from the chair next to the tub and wrapped her in it. Reminding her to be careful when she stepped out of the tub because of all the water on the floor. Taking a towel for himself he followed her out of the tub and into the bed. She lay on the bed with her thighs open. Lightly touching her pussy. Inviting him with her eyes and her hands back into her body. “I want you to really fuck me now James. I want you to fuck me hard baby. I want you to unleash it, the animal, the beast. I want it. I want to tame it,” she whispered. “Are you sure you can handle it Maggie?” “Why don’t you come over here and try me baby. Because I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything this badly before.” And he did just that, he mounted her from above and fucked her hard and fucked her fast. And she thought she’d lose consciousness but she didn’t care. It felt incredible. It blew her mind and her body followed like it always did. He moved his black cock in and out of her like a piston. Sweat mingling with water beads on his body as she held on to his shoulders for the ride. She lost herself while he was fucking her, she became his. His vessel, his sheath, his pleasure. He was like a magnificent beast, lost in his pleasure which was now her. Her body was like a live wire, and for the first time in her life she understood the true meaning of multi-orgasmic. It seemed that as soon as one climax ended, another was there to take its place. And finally, long afterwards, when he held her head in his hands and looked deep into her eyes on an upstroke that touched her further inside than any man had ever been, he said to her, “Maggie I’m going to cum. Do I cum inside you baby?” “Yesssssssssssss, please. I want your seed inside me. Baby, please.” He fucked her harder then, if that was possible, and she felt him stiffen inside and start to cum. He bit down on her shoulders when he did and she welcomed the pain. She had taken what he had to give and she had loved it. And she knew at that moment that nothing in her life would ever be the same again. He relaxed against her, putting his weight on her and she welcomed that too. He nuzzled her neck and kissed her there. His semi hard cock still inside her, his seed slowly leaking out of her thoroughly fucked pussy. “That was incredible James. I, damn baby, I don’t even have words.” She breathlessly said while she stroked his back and his neck and his hard ass cheeks. “Woman this weekend is just starting. There won’t be a position, or a fantasy, or a wish that you have that we won’t do.” “Mmmmmmmm. Is that right? Like what? Tell me James.” “Well I would bet that rosebud on your ass is cherry and I want you to know that it’s mine.” He smiled as he said it, but she knew she’d give it up to him, willingly. “And I know there will be dark corners in that jazz club we’re going to tonight, dark corners where we can touch and fondle and maybe even fuck, we’ll just have to see.” She could almost see them, in some smoky corner of a small bar somewhere in the heart of the city, while he touched her and she touched him. She even saw them running outside to the alley behind the bar, where he lifted her leg around his waist and entered her in one smooth stroke, right there where anyone could see. “And I haven’t had a chance to eat you for hours yet….” His voice trailed off at the end of the sentence and she felt it in her pussy as if he’d licked it rather than said it. “And then of course, there are the other things. Things I won’t tell you about but will keep you guessing over. How’s that for starters?” She laughed her husky laugh and said, “Sounds incredible lover, when do we start?” Awww…but he liked her. Really. “Right now baby…” he said as he moved down her body and started to slowly kiss and suck her hard, abused clit. Dipping his tongue inside her pussy and tasting his salty cum and her sweet juices, running his thumb down the crack of her tight ass, threatening to insert it with pressure, while his wicked tongue continued to lightly tease and dip. “…unless you’re too tired of course.” “Hell no baby…I want all of it, all weekend long. I know I will never have this again. I will never experience anything like you, like this ever again. And I’m going to enjoy every last second of it lover.” And with that she closed her eyes and gave herself over to the pleasure, the incredible wonderful pleasure of his tongue.