0 comments/ 6120 views/ 3 favorites In Another Life By: PassionateBeing I'd just arrived at the film conference. Was about two hours late which meant I missed the premiere of a talented student name Christina Ingram's new work. Sucks when you plan so long for a trip and then everything goes to shit from minute one. My flight, delayed an hour. Hotel couldn't find my reservation, even though when they did, I'd been waiting another hour and a half. They upgraded me to the honeymoon suite, which had not been cleaned from the last guests, and their celebration was still all over the place. When I finally laid my head down it was one in the morning. I took three of the five complimentary shots of Jack Daniels and fell asleep without setting any alarm to wake me up on time. Here I am now, sneaking behind the thick curtain to stand in the back and watch the remainder of this seminar. A woman is at the podium, answering questions about her film. I'd read the program, but for the life of me, I couldn't figure out what the woman's name was. I squinted passed my frames, but there was no nameplate anywhere even though, she looked familiar to me. The speaker announced that the next question would be the last and that then they'd be breaking off for lunch and smaller conferences. Someone asked where the woman's inspiration came from and she thought briefly before saying, something about capturing the beauty she see's in visual storytelling. The speaker gave ending comments, then everyone began disbursing. I figured I'd grab something to eat and join a seminar. After grabbing a sandwich and Chardonnay at one of the lunch areas set up, I made my way to the bathroom to pee. There was a woman talking on the phone by a window near the bathroom. Her face was turned so she didn't see me looking. The conversation she was having seemed intense. I went into the bathroom, let out the river my bladder held and freshened up. When I made it back out, the woman was finishing her phone call. She turned around and leaned up against the wall. She looked up and we locked eyes. I knew her...it was the woman from earlier, but I really did know her. I couldn't recall from where or even when, but we both seemed to be trying to place each other. I walked over to her. "Hi." "Hey." "So sorry to bother you, I just, you look familiar as hell to me. I just can't place you for some reason." She studied my face a little more. She wore sleek frames over the most beautiful crystal blue eyes I'd ever seen. When I looked at her, it was as if I was looking into forever. Her brown hair was tied back. Her smile. That smile, I'd never forget. She looked at me, kind of squinted. "I do feel like I've see you at some point. Maybe you came to a seminar of mine, or-" I slightly shook my head, " This is actually my first one." We both kind of shrugged. Her phone rang again. "Sorry, I have to-" "It's fine. Nice meeting you, or I guess, seeing you again," we both grinned and I walked away. A smirk crept to my face. Whoever she was, I must have been attracted to her, because my body sure reacted to her smile. I decided to go to my room and catch a quick nap. I wanted to go out and see what the city night life was like. I made it back downstairs where there was a small group mingling. I spotted that woman again. She looked up mid laugh and we caught eyes. She made her way over to me. I blushed hard; my brown skin turning damn near pink from fluster. "We keep bumping into one another. I think I at least need to know your name, maybe it'll spark up memory." "Bren Aryes. I'm a writer, producer. Do a little directing here and there. You?" "Lesa Collins, film, photography, a lil this and that." We both chuckle. "Maybe we just crossed paths or something." I offered up as I looked at her feeling myself weaken. She asked me about my work and there the conversation took off. We must have spoke for over an hour. Once we realized, we were the only ones still there other than some people passing by, I asked her if she had plans for that evening and she told me that she and some colleagues were gonna hang out. "Well, I'm gonna give you my number so just let me know if you wanna chit chat some more." I went old skool and wrote it on a napkin, and held it out for her with a grin planted on my face. When she looked at me, her eyes said something, then her expression said it too. I turned and walked away. "Ya know what, I can hang out with them another time. I'd rather finish our conversation." She walks over to me and I turn. "Over a drink?" "Or a few, sure." We proceed out together, grab a cab and head to a bar. A bunch of local bands are playing tonight, so it's kind of packed but we make our way to the bar and order. Despite the noise, we continued talking and weren't distracted by the crowd around us. When Lesa spoke, I couldn't help feeling like I'd looked in those eyes before, or watched those lips move before, and that smile, I'm sure I'd never forget, but still, no luck. After a few shot and beer combos, I asked Lesa to dance with me. It was an excuse to be close to her. But she didn't hesitate. She pressed her body to mine and we swayed to this random ballad. I felt comfortable with her, as if it was a familiar feeling. The song ended too soon. I glanced at her. "Ready to go?" "Yeah, there's a bunch of early morning film stuff to prepare for..." "Yeah, that's what I was thinking." We both chuckled kind of nervously. We caught a cab back and lingered as we walked towards the elevator. "Can I share my new screenplay with you?" "Of course you can." "It's only the first draft, but I have a hard copy I can give you." As we get in the elevator I press floor 9. She laughs. "Wow." I grin, "What?" "That's my floor." I chuckle at the coincidence. "Hmm, I'm curious what other ironic occurrences freak us out tonight." We get off the elevator and I motion her to follow me. Moisture has gathered between my thighs at this point, and the closer I get to my door, the more it seems to be distracting me. I opened the door and took off my jacket. It was hot all of the sudden. "Feel free to sit, make yourself comfy, all that jazz. I just need to use the bathroom really quick." She smirked as I seemed a bit frazzled. My nerves had the best of me and my body wanted the best of Lesa. I took a warm washcloth to my lower lips. It soothed my urging flesh. I was turned on by her in so many ways, but coming off like a drunken weirdo wasn't the impression I wanted to make. I calmed myself, and proceeded back out there. "So sorry." "It's fine, Bren." "Um, let me get you the script, it's titled "Art Love," about a love affair between a teacher and student at the same school." "Hmm, sounds intriguing." I handed it to her, and our eyes met. I couldn't look away. But she didn't either. I lingered there a second, before I felt myself leaning in. She didn't move. I closed my eyes. Moved closer. Close, until I felt my lips touch hers. She didn't pull away. She actually slowly kissed me back. My tongue eased into her mouth; I felt her lean back. I managed to take the script out of her hands, and slide it on the night stand. Our kiss was slow, which intensified everything. With every motion and every suck or lick, I got wetter. My hand trailed along her side. I nudged up her sweater, until my hand slid underneath. Her hands ran along my back in the same fashion. Caressing; our kissing continued. Our lips and tongues pave the way for what was to come. I removed her glasses and then mine. I pulled my lips from hers and continued to her neck as I slowly pulled the sweater over her head. She helped me out of my button down shirt as well. I kissed her again; the intensity of want throbbed. We'd past the point of no return. Our bodies were yearning only for what the other would provide. I planted butterfly kisses along her collarbone and chest, before cupping her soft cream colored breast. Her rosy nipple made my mouth quiver. I bit my lip then took her stiff flesh in and sucked it slowly. Trailed my tongue around the softness of the tip and wrapped my lips around it firmly. Her body arched under me, her expression clearly displaying that she was in some fantastic part of heaven. My brown erect nipple found hers; they rubbed against each other, until I made my way to it and repeated what I'd just done to the other one. My hand crept lower, feeling her stomach as I went, marveling at the softness of her skin. Before I could meet with my sweet fate, she pulled me up. I was on my knees on the bed, before her. Her eyes drank me in before bringing her mouth to my left breast. In so many ways, I wanted to show her I was enjoying her just being there. It almost didn't matter what she did. As she sucked my dark brown pearls I ran my fingers through her hair. Inhaled her. Wanted her to take me. She began tugging at my pants. I unbuttoned them and she pulled them down. I moved to get them completely off. I was naked, nothing between my body and her eyes. She smirked. I laid against her and began kissing her again. Both of our hands started working at her pants until they were off and thrown somewhere. I kissed down her slowly until I came to her alluring sex. My kisses got more delicate. I wanted her to feel my true intentions through the contact I was about to have with her opening. I felt first. Opened her lips with my index and middle finger. She watched; She was so wet. I let my tongue lap up the juice she'd provided. Slow at first; my tongue dipped inside before trailing up to her clit. Each moist fold led me deeper. I kissed and slowly sucked on every moist crevice I found. She moaned and jerked; wound her hips firmly against my tongue, shuddering at every slow movement that made her clit tingle. Teasing her orgasm. She tasted so fucking good. Like sweet honeydew. I wanted to make her cum...more than once. I felt on the verge of cuming, myself. Watching her, tasting her, I wanted nothing more. Her body was mine in those seconds of pure pleasure, I had her. My hands massaged different her parts slowly. Then, I let my fingers glide into her. Her g-spot was slick from her natural lubricant. I massaged it. Kept stroking as my mouth made its way to hers. I wanted to share her taste with her. We kissed like past lovers. Our passion consumed me. My legs straddled hers as my fingers slipped deeper. My glazed pussy laid on her thigh. My body rubbed against hers. The friction collided nicely with my swollen bud. I pressed against her steadily. We body fucked; gently, firmly, eagerly. Kissed, squeezed, moaned and wound. Legs intertwined. She reached south and could feel my yearn for her running down my legs and hers. "I've wanted you from the first time I saw you." I whispered huffily, as she began fingering my slick clit. Our movements were in sync, so as I felt her start to slow, I knew. Her breathing got heavy and so did mine. I started grinding against her slower. My hand gripped the comforter. I bit my lip and she moaned and her body trembled, as I felt her rush of liquid cover my fingers and trail down my hands. I hit my peak before hers had come to an end. My body jerked, my liquids soaked the sheets. Jolts of pleasure sparked randomly through my veins, as I slowly came down. We laid together; after-shocks pulsing through us. Our breathing and bodies calming in unison. I laid against her chest, felt it rise and fall as I lifted my fingers to my mouth and licked each one. "Maybe we knew each other in another life...seems that there was some unfinished business.". Lesa just grinned, "Maybe, you're right." In Another Lifetime Have you ever met someone and feel like you know them. Everything that's said and done is so familiar. Like it's a part of you? Well, this is one of those stories. A couple that come together, feeling like they've been reunited after being apart. They rent a suite on the beach, to refuel those feelings from a "life time ago." Or did it happen yet? This is how she sees it. And her way of telling him her thoughts on it. And so it goes... The feel of your skin, your voice when you speak. And the unspoken words when you look into my eyes... The way when we come together we fit so well. No words have to be spoken, it's just a given. I know what you like and how you like it, as do you with me... Well, let's see, mmm the way I worship your cock with my hot hungry mouth. The licking, sucking, the attention I pay to your heavy cum laden balls. The smooth feeling of your skin as your cock slides deep in my throat, something about the shaven skin, feels so good ... your manly scent as I lift your heavy balls and lick up in your ass crack, your taste, forever emblazoned in my mind. The taste of your creamy cum, the way it slides down my throat with ease, so familiar... How just sucking you, gets me there, to that point sooo hot, sooo wet sooo ready for you... Then there's the way your tongue knows every little nook and cranny of my sweet little pussy, All the trigger points that will send me over the edge. You know just when it'll happen, and how long it'll be, you know my body so well. How your cock head fits just right against my 'on' button, stimulating me to readiness. The way you open me up to you, we fit so well together, like two pieces of a puzzle. That allows you to fully embed yourself in me, the way your cock twitches, throbs, causing my pussy to slather your cock with my juices, till I puddle under us, with my love juices, the ones you evoke in me. Your slow intense strokes only emphasizes my lust for you. When your strokes get faster and we get into our rhythm, the one we know so well. That rocking rhythm where on each stroke our pelvic bones rub, and the thick base of your cock rubs my clit. Our bodies grinding together, meshed into one. The way you know you have to hold my hands, knowing how you make me soar, I get into that zone, the way that you have to blow a gentle breath in my face to bring me back, and I take a gasp, as I was holding my breath, I was so close, My God, the heights you take me to... MMM baby, there's no such thing as me having just one orgasm. And you love drawing it out over several hours, stopping, you pull it out of me. Your engorged cock laying against my tummy, between us, throbbing. I love that feeling. You move to my side, giving you more access to my body. Leaning up on your elbow, you look into my eyes, while you gently caress my swollen with lust pussy lips, every once in a while lingering for just a second to flick my clit, sending it into spasms, but never enough to send me over the edge. My hand slowly stroking up the length of your manhood. Bending down you softly kiss me on my lips. But as always it becomes quite passionate, tasting you, my tongue lightly outlining your lips, then over them, between them. I suck your bottom lip into my mouth and gently bite on it, no nibble would be a better word. Being on your side you pull me to you, your arm going under the crook of my neck, your other hand on my ass pulling me tight against you. Pressing our bodies so close, giving me little teasing kisses. Then you whisper, "would you like a drink, I sure would?" Smirking you get up to get us a drink, before I can answer. I give you a growl of aggravation. You know how to tease me. Always keeping me on the edge. You bring back our drinks to find me not in the bed, glancing around you see me on the balcony of our suite, looking out over the water. It's so beautiful, with the French doors open it allows a nice breeze to blow in. I'm standing there, with just your shirt on, I bring the collar up, to breath in your scent. You stand watching, the breeze catches it lifting the shirttail, you catch a glimpse of my ass, a low groan rises in your throat, one of your favorite sights. Your cock twitches at the sight. And you think you don't know how long you can continue the tease. As you call out to me, I turn around, the wind catches the shirt blowing it away from my body, the cool air bringing chill bumps to my skin, my nipples becoming erect too. You hand me my drink, we both sip it as we gaze into each others eyes with pure unadulterated lust. I ask," Are you ready to really make love now?" You see I knew what you were up to, and let you carry on your little ploy. Or would you rather go for a midnight swim? "Your all day tease needs to be cooled off a little," I tell you. So I put a cover-up on and grab a couple of towels. You pull on some shorts and we go down in the elevator, still pretty wrapped up in each other. If anyone else was on the elevator we wouldn't have noticed. Guess it's good it's late. Coming out of the elevator, we head out the doors to the beach. Walking hand in hand, occasionally stopping to kiss. We get to the water edge and you look at me, as if daring me, dare taken, I drop my cover-up. Standing there in the moonlight naked to any eyes watching, I raise an eyebrow at you, your not sure about baring all. I tease you, calling you a 'chicken' till you finally take off your shorts, and we run out in the surf. Splashing each other, bobbing in the surf like a young couple from a long time ago. We swim a little, but always end up back with each other, to catch our breath, or is it for a few kisses. The surf is so strong. You pull me to you, and I wrap my legs around your waist, bringing my pussy in direct contact with your cock, as always he rises to the occasion. The waves crashing over us, forcing our bodies harder together, you slide into me, slowly thrusting, the waves adding to it. Sending us into a fevered pitch. lips meeting, tongues dancing the dance of true lovers, my breasts firmly against your chest, arms wrapped around you, holding you close. You carry me to the waters edge, laying me in the sand, your body follows me down. And you enter me with such a hunger you take my breath away. Wrapped in each others arms, molded as one, as you thrust into me, my body responds by thrusting back, meeting yours. As the waves occasionally crash over us, so does our orgasms. Mounting in the same way as the waves, harder, more ferocious. All the teasing and begging over with. Consummating our coupling finally. Our fingers meshed together, with my hands over my head. My legs wrapped around you, heels pressing against you for leverage, thrusting against you. You slow the pace, making it last, your so close, that just one squeeze of my pussy will send you over the edge. You tell me to be still, as you plant soft kisses on my lips, my face, my neck, nuzzling into my wet hair... I can hear your pants,releasing my hands, I run them down your body, down to your cute ass. I squeeze and massage your cheeks, making you moan softly in my ear. You start slowly thrusting, just little strokes. In and out, in and out. Building back up to full length strokes, so deep, omg Baby, my pussy fitting around you like a silk glove, massaging you, my pussy muscles rippling along the length of you. Your cock swelling within me, reaching places yet to be touched. Your mouth on my neck, biting gently, then across my shoulder. I moan out to fuck me hard, ooooooooh yessss, Baby pleaseeeeee. Upon hearing that, you lose all sense of reason and fuck me like never before. Full hard strokes, all the way in, then out to the head only to be thrust deeply again. You grunt out your gonna cum, and lift my legs to your shoulders, your hands on my ankles, holding them wide, pounding my pussy hard. Gentle love making now animalistic, only wanting, needing the end result. My orgasm starts from deep within, building, as my back arches, my pussy starts spasming around your cock, milking it. Gasping, as my head thrashes back and forth. You thrust one last time hard, holding it deep within me. The first spurt of your hot cum, sets me off. Each time you spurt, you thrust, accentuating it. MMMMM so deep, our cum mingling together. As you drop my ankles on either side of you, and you kiss me, first just soft kisses graduating to a deep passionate kiss. Our bodies meshed together, such a perfect fit.... And that you know my needs, that few special minutes of afterglow with you totally surrounding me. Arms wrapped tightly, holding me close to you. My face nestled in the crook of your neck. Sighing, as both of our breathing comes back to normal.