7 comments/ 11492 views/ 20 favorites My Story of Ben By: raincitychild HI Readers! This is my first submission here, though I've been a long time reader. Feedback is welcomed! A very special thank you to Gapster777 for editing this for me. I would be lost without you. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. - R.C.C. ———————————————————— "Fuck, I'm going to be late," I muttered as the crowded bus crept down 3rd Avenue towards Benaroya Hall. It was a dreary Friday night. I just hoped the bar crowd wouldn't be affected by it. I mean, come on, we live in Seattle, it's winter. It rains. It always rains. Although sitting in that traffic it was obvious the drivers in this city were not privy to that tidbit of information. As soon as I could see the Wild Ginger sign at Union Street and Third Avenue I began to make my way to the door. I was going to have to book it as soon as it opened. Pushing gently through the crowd I was the first out the door when it finally stopped. I ran the remaining block and half to the bar. Purple Cafe and Wine Bar is located on 4th and University in the middle of downtown Seattle. It is a cafe with quite a vast collection of wines that are uniquely displayed in a multi-story cylindrical case surrounded by a spiral staircase in the middle of the space. When the former bartender, Steve, told me he was moving away, I had to apply for the job. That was three years ago. I am also a student, so bar tending is the perfect job to fit my schedule. The after work rush would be coming in and with the Seahawks playoff game on Sunday it was likely to be a good crowd. Digging for my keys in my bag, I unlocked the employee door and headed inside. Carefully removing my coat, which was soaked and dripping all over the floor, I hurried to my locker. Grabbing my make up bag I headed into the bathroom to freshen up. I fluffed my hair, loving how if the light was just right you could see a flash of purple. I touched up my lipstick and washed my hands. I was grateful that my sleeveless white tunic had not fallen victim to the rain. I smoothed out the silky shirt and did a quick spin to check my outfit and made sure I hadn't dragged any of the wet leaves inside with me on my black heeled ankle boots. My thin black rhinestone bangles sparkled in the light quietly as I took one last look and headed out. The happy hour rush didn't fail me as it was packed. I made my way to the bar, saying hi to coworkers and finding a very relieved Becky behind it. "Thank fuck you're here!" she said, the ambient music drowning her out a bit. Becky was a few years older than me and had worked there forever. She hated the Friday night crowds and always took the lunch shift. "Sorry I'm late, effing rain..." I grumbled, giving her a hug and kiss on the cheek. "And you owe money in the bucket. Pay up biatch!" I laughed glancing around to see who was there tonight. "Fine, but COME ON! I don't know how you do it. I can't censor myself worth shit....That doesn't count! I don't have to pay for the word shit!" She was laughing now too as were some of our regulars who were familiar with our rules. Becky was gorgeous, tall and blonde with a killer body. While she looked like an angel she had the mouth of the sailor. So some of the wait staff and I started the "F&^K It Bucket". Anyone caught dropping the F-bomb would have to pay a dollar into the bucket. All funds would be donated to a charity. And while that doesn't seem like it would be that big of a donation, it really was. Everyone, even our regulars had started to contribute. "Pay up and get out of my bar!" I said, smacking her on the ass as I passed by and began to look around to see who needed a drink. I said hello to the familiar faces and began to take orders and make drinks. As the crowd began to ebb and flow, I saw him take a seat on the opposite side. Ben was a semi-regular coming in for a few glasses and dinner. I loved it when he came in, but unfortunately it wasn't that often. He caught my eye and smiled, nodding a greeting. I held up one finger to let him know I'd be right over. I finished making a few drinks and cashing out a few tabs. When I walked over to say hello to Ben he looked up from his phone and smiled at me. My heart raced and I could feel my blush starting. Silently thanking the person who designed the low lights, I smiled back. "Hey you, long time no see," My smile was genuine with him. "What can I get you?" Ben knew his wine and usually had either a glass of Montepulciano or the Vacqueras, which were both on our wines by the glass list. As he silently considered his options, I took the opportunity to check him out...again. Fuck me, he looked good. His grey hair cut short, wire rim glasses, and scruffy beard. He was wearing a grey sweater, sleeves rolled up, showing his toned forearms. His eyes sparkled, "Mia, good to see you. Yes, it has been too long. Um...I'm in the mood for something a little different, let's go with a glass of Sonoma cab - and a menu." Grabbing a glass, I quickly found the bottle he asked for and gave him a generous pour. A couple sat down a few seats away, so after he took a sip and smiled, I moved over to take their order. They requested a bottle, so I made my way up the stairs to get it. I saw Ben's eyes follow me as I rounded the stairs and headed up. My legs and ass were on full display just above eye level, the satin fabric of my leggings shining in the light. My tunic was loose and I could feel the air from the fans on my lower back indicating Ben could probably see the Japanese character tattoos across my lower back. Finding the bottle, I headed back down, my large breasts bouncing gently with each step, my silk top swishing silently over the full tops. His eyes were still on me as I brought it over and showed it to the couple waiting. The man took the bottle, read the label and nodded. After they had been taken care of, I glanced over at Ben and noticed he had perused the menu and set it down. The crowd was really coming in now and I was relieved to see that Scott, the second bar tender for the night, had arrived and was working the other side of the bar. "So, anything sound good tonight?" Ben set his glass down, "Yes, I'll have a steak salad." I nodded at him and turned to place his order in the computer. My heart had not stopped racing. And now my mind had joined in and I needed a minute to regroup. There was something about him that I just couldn't get out of my head. Even though he was much older than me, we hit it off from our first meeting. He was funny and charming, a successful business owner. He was confident and comfortable in who he was. It radiated from him and I was instantly taken. In the beginning we would just exchange pleasantries, but as the time went on we chatted more and became friendly. Of all my regulars and random customers that I've had, he was my favorite, the one I looked forward to seeing. While others would greet me as if we were lifelong friends, Ben always came across as sincere when we talked. Lately, I started to see him in a different light, as cliche as that sounds, it was true. Our chats, though in a very public place, had become a bit more personal. I knew he was single, living in Queen Anne in a condo overlooking Kerry Park. I knew of the building, it had huge floor to ceiling windows along the entire front side. The view was spectacular, downtown Seattle, the Space Needle, the water and mountains. It really didn't get much better. He enjoyed his business, but after so many years he was thinking of selling and pursuing his real loves - photography and writing. I asked a bit about his writing, but he only said that it was a very personal experience for him. An "outlet" he called it and with a glint in his eye. His expression made me smirk at him as he looked like a kid with a dark secret. He never elaborated on it and I never pried. In turn I told him about school, my tiny studio apartment in the Fremont neighborhood, my passion for reading as well as my insane love of the Seahawks. That always made him laugh, because once I got started on my team, it was hard to stop me. And for the third year in a row we were in the playoffs and had home field advantage. It was an exciting time. He asked if I was a writer and I admitted that, although I had a love of literature, writing was not something I had tried other than a term paper or exam. He knew I was single, having had a bad experience the year prior, and sworn off men. That too made him laugh, his smile carrying a bit more weight than his usual ones. Working a bar I couldn't spend all my time with him, but I did "check" on him more often than my other patrons, that is for sure. He always engaged with me and when I was busy, I would quickly peek over at him and catch his eye. When we did chat it was light and fun He had a fantastic deep laugh. I loved it. If I were a cartoon there would probably be little hearts swirling around my head every time he did it. I knew he was being sincere with me when we talked, but I never for one moment thought he looked at me the same way that I did him. Becky teased me about it all the time, telling me I had a school girl crush or pointing out that I obviously had "daddy issues". As far as I was concerned none of it mattered as I was too scared to ever let him know how I felt, so it was a moot point. So that Friday night Ben caught me completely off guard when he was still at the bar long after his dinner was finished. After I took his dinner dishes away, the crowd had dramatically increased. A show at Benaroya Hall had just gotten out and patrons were looking for a drink. I was really busy, taking orders and money, as Scott and I worked to keep the crowd moving. When I finally made it back over there, he was fingering the stem of his empty glass. "You're still here," I said. "Can I get you another glass?" He smiled and nodded and I refilled his glass. His blue eyes met mine, "What time are you off tonight?" His question made me stop. "Um, with Scott here I could duck out after this last rush dies down. Why?" I was seriously confused. "Would you like to get a night cap with me?" he asked, our eyes never breaking contact. "Yeah," I replied, unable to contain my smile. "I would like that. Though I don't drink, so you pick the place." His laughter had my insides fluttering. "You don't drink and you're a bartender. It's brilliant. Your boss must love you." I laughed with him. "I'm his favorite, obviously..." I smirked and turned to take an order from one of the servers. "I'll let you know when I can get out of here." Filling that order I surveyed the room. The crowd was dying down now, many opting for a seat at a table rather than at the bar. Pulling Scott aside I told him I was leaving. A hug and a kiss on the cheek later and I was ready to go. "Hey, so let me just grab my shit from the back and I'll meet you out front?" Ben was putting his credit card back into his wallet after closing out his tab. He nodded and grabbed his coat. I quickly ran into the back room gathering my purse and coat. I thanked the weather gods as I opened the door and saw it had finally stopped raining and you could see a faint hint of the stars. Ben was waiting on the sidewalk, looking down University Avenue towards the Sound. It was surprisingly quiet for a Friday night, but with the rain earlier many people probably stayed inside. The sound of my heels notified him of my approach and he turned around and smiled, extending an elbow. Taking it, I couldn't help but snuggle up to him. Realizing that was maybe a bit too forward, I tried to pull back a little, but was immediately pulled in tight by his arm. He looked down at me and smiled. "I liked you close," was all he said as we turned and walked down the hill. "Where are we headed?" I asked. In reality I couldn't have cared less where we were going; I was just enjoying the cool air and being held so close to him. I could feel the heat from his body as we walked side by side. Eventually we ended up at Pike Place Market and found a cozy bar in The Alley. It wasn't too crowded and we managed to snag a round booth in the corner. Ben went to the bar and ordered Bourbon and a glass of cranberry juice for me. We toasted to a nice night out and drank quietly, watching the other people in the bar. We were sitting side by side, my left arm brushing every so often against him. When the music began to play we moved in closer to one another as we chatted. He told me about his day, I told him about mine. We were really close now, our arms and legs pushing against each other as we sipped our drinks. When his right hand rested on my thigh just above my knee I almost jumped. I was so nervous my hands were shaking as I fingered the glass as he leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Thank you for coming out with me, Mia. I've been wanting to ask you out for a while now..." his breath felt hot and made my skin tingle. His hand was burning against my thigh. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding when his fingers began to slowly trace circles on the inside of my thigh and knee. Every touch sent my body into a silent tail spin. I had to steal my breath and tried to keep as calm an appearance as possible. "You're so beautiful...and we have this..." I moaned, interrupting him as he ran a finger up my neck, then down again gently brushing my hair behind my shoulder. I instinctively leaned my head a bit to the side giving him full access to my neck and ear. "...connection. You and I." Another groan as his lips touched my neck, feathering kisses back and forth. "Don't you agree, Mia?" his voice was heavy with desire leaving me breathless. "Yess..." was all I could manage before I moaned again as his lips and tongue began to lick and kiss up and down my neck. With every touch, every word, I felt my surroundings fading into the background until all that was left was us. My body was on high alert, my skin tingling from his light touches, my heart skipping at every faint puff of breath on my neck and ear. Ben took his hand off my thigh, the loss of heat was noticeable. His lips still kissing my neck, slowly up and down. When he reached my ear his voice was raspy and deep. "Look at me." He wasn't asking, he was commanding me and I obeyed immediately, turning my head, our eyes meeting in a heated stare. He smiled then, his thumb running across my bottom lip. His eyes following the slow movement. When he removed his thumb my tongue ran over my lip, following his trail. My breath caught as he leaned in and kissed me. His kiss was gentle, tender and too quick if you ask me. But it was clear he wasn't. When he pulled back he was staring at me, his chest moving slowly up and down with each breath. I leaned into his hand as it cupped my cheek. Then he turned and drank the last of his bourbon. "Are you ready to go?" he asked, setting his glass down. "Yes, I'm ready," I whispered, feeling as if had stolen my breath with that kiss and surprised that he was asking to leave. Part of me was hoping this meant we were going somewhere more private, but the other part of me was hesitant. I had been crushing on him from afar and now he had just kissed me! I didn't question him, though and as he rose from the booth he extended a hand out to me. I took it without pause and we headed out once again into the night. We walked up and out of the Market and towards 2nd Avenue. Cabs were lined up along the road patiently waiting for the night owls to emerge. Stopping next to one, he held my hands and brought them to his mouth, kissing my fingers and looking at me. For a moment my heart sank. He was sending me home...alone. "Thank you for tonight." His hands dropped mine and he reached for my face again, thumbs brushing across my cheeks. "I'd like to see you again, can I have your number?" He laughed softly. "Fuck, you have me feeling like a teenager asking for your number. I haven't done that in years." I couldn't help but smile at him. He grabbed his phone from his pocket as I rattled off the number. "There, I texted you. Now you have mine." He knocked on the cab's window indicating we were interested in his services. "Good night, Mia." He leaned in, pulling me close. His lips touched mine again and I swear I would have fallen had he not been holding me. This kiss was different, our mouths meeting, hungry and wanting. I heard him moan as my tongue licked at his lips, begging for entry. When his tongue met mine he pulled me closer and one hand moved to grab the back of my head. His fingers gripped my hair as we kissed and our bodies pushed against one another. The cab driver cleared his throat bringing us back to reality. Breaking our kiss, we took one last moment, our foreheads pressed together as we caught our breath. "Good night Ben," I whispered as I moved away and into the car. I smiled and waved as the car pulled away from the curb. Giving the driver my address we were off. Leaning my head back against the seat, I couldn't help but laugh. If I were alone I probably would have been dancing around screaming. "OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD." I said to myself, smiling and reaching for my buzzing phone. "Did you feel it?" the text read. "Yes." I wanted to add "in my soul" but decided against it. "Amazing..." he replied. "I need to see you again. When are you free?" "Tomorrow? I'm not working." "Text me your address. I am picking you up at 10am." His reply made me shiver with excitement. I loved how his replies weren't questions, they were commands. He was picking me up - to go where? I had no idea but didn't give a fuck and I was to be ready. "19000 Fremont Ave, #402. 10am, I will be ready" "Good girl. Until tomorrow then. Goodnight Baby." My body was heated at his last message. "Good girl..." I repeated quietly. My heart was pounding. I was lost in a swirl of sensations I had never felt before tonight, before he touched me, before he kissed me. It was all I could think about, my fingers absently running back and forth across my lips as I replayed our night over and over as I drifted off to sleep. My alarm went off at 8am waking me from a wonderful dream of touches, whispers and fleeting kisses. I groaned and rolled over turning it off. Mornings are not my friend, never have been, and I'm convinced they never will be. Laying there for a few minutes I allowed my body and my sleepy mind to emerge from the haze of sleep. Stretching my arms up into the air, I couldn't contain the smile and giggle as I thought about my upcoming date with Ben. Now, fully awake and anxious as ever to get ready, I bounced out of bed and into the shower. The hot water felt so good as I stood under it, my mind wandering to all the possibilities of what the day would bring. A 10am start seemed too early for anything other than hanging out and grabbing lunch, but my hopes were for more. Washing my hair, face and body, I grabbed my razor and shaved my legs. Once finished I quickly applied the cream to my pussy and began to shave it smooth. I ran my fingers over my plump full lips, sighing at the velvety feel of my skin. Goosebumps broke out across my skin as I closed my eyes and replayed our kiss over and over again. Dipping the tip of my middle finger between them I flicked gently over my clit, stiff but hidden beneath the softness. Shaking myself from my daydream, I rinsed off one last time, sighing at the thoughts that danced around in my head. Ok, maybe I was getting ahead of myself, but on the off chance things would go my way, I was going to be ready. Stepping out of the shower, I applied lotion all over, dried my hair and went to get dressed. Winter in Seattle is often rainy and cool. Today was supposed to be a rare dry day, clear skies and sun, but temps not reaching above 40. Layers are often a good choice here, as you never know how the day will go. My Story of Ben I chose my favorite pair of dark jeans, a low cut navy blue sleeveless top and black cardigan. I matched it with simple blue stud earrings and my favorite scarf which was a mix of purples and blues. I put on a different pair of black ankle boots, the heel not as high in case we were in for some walking. I curled the ends of my hair, the purple showing in swirls through my natural black hair. Make up I kept light, a bit of foundation, eye liner and mascara. No lipstick, just a quick once over with some chapstick. I dabbed my neck, cleavage and wrists with my favorite perfume - Chance au Vive by Chanel. It was 9:45am by the time I was all ready to go. When my phone chimed with a text message I was sipping water trying to calm my nerves. "Be there in 5." was all it said. Taking one last look in the full length mirror in my room, I was pleased with how I looked. My dark jeans kept my legs looking toned and firm, the boots gave my ass a bit of a boost. The cardigan ended right above it and my sleeveless v-neck top showed off my ample breasts, a attribute I hoped he would appreciate. A black lace bra encased my 38D natural breasts. They are soft and supple with large dark areolae. My sensitive nipples were hard already, pressing against the lace. With every move I made they swayed and jiggled, but with the scarf I was able to cover up most and maintain the appearance of modesty. I grabbed my purse, locked the door and headed downstairs. As I opened the main door to my building a gorgeous Santorini Black Range Rover was sitting outside along the curb and Ben was leaning up against the passenger door. I had to stop and take a moment, though I really wish I could have taken a picture. Ben was dressed in a form fitting grey Henley, a nice black leather jacket over it. His black jeans were tight, but not too tight; just enough to show off his toned legs. He was wearing aviator glasses and just looked...amazing. I couldn't help but smile at how lucky I was that he was there for me. I walked slowly out and watched as his smile grew the closer I got. "Beautiful. You are a vision, Mia," I blushed, pulling on my own sunglasses and doing a little spin. "You don't look so bad yourself," I teased, reaching him and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. He took my hand and stepped away from the car, opening the passenger door and helping me inside. He quickly rounded the car and got inside, starting it up, the engine rumbling to life. His hand reached over and took mine, squeezing lightly. "I thought we'd take a drive out to Whidbey Island today. The weather should be perfect and since you don't have to work, we can start there and see how the day goes." "That sounds perfect," I replied, our fingers entwining as he guided the gorgeous car out into the street. "Your car...wow. I've always loved it but never been in one before. It's so luxurious!" I felt a bit foolish for my sudden outburst, but fuck me did I love this car. He chuckled, glancing over at me as he drove. His fingers squeezed mine before letting go so he could shift gears. "Somewhat of a gear head are you?" he joked. "Yeah, you could say that..." I was smiling at him, not at his comment. What was it about him that made me so giddy inside? I'd have to keep myself under control. He was so calm, so confident. It was both intriguing and intimidating at the same time. We drove to the ferry terminal in a comfortable silence, every once and a while chatting about mundane things. The line was thankfully short and we caught the first boat as it pulled in. He drove to the designated lane and parked. Getting out of the car he came around to my side and opened my door, extending a hand to me. "Come." I took his hand immediately and he guided me out of the car and up the stairs to the sitting area never letting go of my hand. Although it wasn't exactly cold, I did shiver as the wind swirled around us as he opened the door and took us outside. Noticing my body's reaction to the wind, he was behind me before I could speak, his arms around mine, holding me close. I could feel him as he nuzzled my hair. The guardrail was in front of us now and I leaned back resting my head against his shoulder, his legs spread slightly around mine. The sun was reflecting off the water and seagulls greeted us with their calls. The view was spectacular as the boat began to move towards the island. I'm sure I could blame my body's reaction to the weather, but I visibly shook when Ben's fingers began to move my hair from around my neck, tucking it back behind my shoulders. His lips felt like fire as they grazed my skin. His arms held me tight, his hands over my own, our fingers entwined. My body melted as he ran his lips over my skin, just grazing. When I felt his tongue licking lightly between passes I moaned loudly, my body swaying against him. Feeling my reaction, his lips moved closer to my ear allowing me to hear him nearly growling as my body swayed. He pushed himself tighter against me, licking and kissing my ear. "What do you want, Baby Girl?" his voice was low, barely a whisper. I turned my head, looked up slightly. Realizing I couldn't get close enough with my back to him, I pushed my arms out and released my hands from his tight grip. He didn't move an inch, but watched me through his glasses as I turned and leaned my ass against the rail. My hands moved slowly up to his stomach, rubbing gently against the soft fabric of his shirt, feeling his muscles react to my fingers. Ben moved his hands to my hips, holding me close, legs still spread around me, boxing me in. My mind was spinning with desire for this man, this MAN, in front of me. I moved my hands slowly up towards his chest and leaned in closer. He is quite a bit taller than me, but thanks to my heels I just had to straighten up a little bit to reach him. When my lips touched his skin I could feel the groan vibrating in his chest. His short beard tickled my cheek and lips as I kissed him had to me: barely making contact, my lips skimming across. His fingers gripped my hips tighter, pulling me off the railing and into him. I reached up with both arms and tickled his neck and ran my fingers through his hair. Reaching his ear I kissed and nibbled before answering him. "I want you, Ben." My voice was low, but my need was clear. Our bodies were pushing against one another, his mouth against my neck and then mine against him. My hands pulled him closer to me, wrapped around his neck. His hands clenched my hips but eventually moved to my lower back, slowly moving back and forth before dipping lower. I moaned as I kissed up his neck, across his soft beard to his mouth. We stood with our lips touching, breathing into each others mouths. When I felt his hands gripping and massaging my ass, pulling my hips against his own, I thought I was going to explode. "Please, Ben...Please..." I whispered against his lips. He kissed me with such passion he stole my breath away. Our tongues were dueling within seconds of our lips finally connecting. I held onto him tightly, my hips rocking against him on their own now. It was as if we were trying to consume one another, kissing with a passion I had never experienced before. I could feel my pussy aching, wet and soaking my lacy panties. My nipples were hard beneath the sheer lace bra. Ben's hips moved against mine, and for the first time I felt him hard, pressing against my stomach. Our moans were becoming more inflamed, our hands moving with more determination. The world around us ceased to exist until the voice over the speaker advised us that it was time to get back to the car. Sighing deeply, Ben stopped kissing me, holding me close to his chest and hugging me tight. His hand found mine and he led me back to the car, neither of us speaking, nor paying any attention to our fellow passengers who had been given quite the public display on the journey across the water. Upon reaching the car, he opened my door and helped me inside. When the ferry docked, he drove us off the boat. Instead of holding my hand this time, he reached over and held my thigh as he drove, his fingers making lazy circles keeping me on edge. I closed my eyes and leaned back, my own fingers atop of his hand, stroking lightly. We drove in silence but never lost contact. When he pulled up to a quaint restaurant, his hand squeezed my thigh and moved higher. I gripped his hand, silently begging for him to keep going. His laugh was low and light. He leaned over, grazing a thumb across my cheek, fingers gripping my chin and turning my face to his. We kissed gently. His hand on my thigh, though higher, had stopped moving. His smile warmed me from the inside and made my nipples harden even more. "Greedy Baby Girl," he teased, his eyes twinkling. "Mmmhmmm..." was all I could manage in reply. I was completely overwhelmed in the best possible way. "Let's eat, I'm starved." He kissed me again and got out of the car. Only this time when he helped me out of the car, he pushed me back against the closed door, his lips attacking my neck, my hands under his jacket, holding his back, pulling him closer. My hips pushing up against him like an animal in heat. "I told myself I'd only kiss you today. So that's all we're going to do, Baby." His crystal blue eyes burned into me watching for my reaction. My disappointment was surely evident and in case it wasn't, I cutely pouted at him, puffing out my bottom lip. He laughed again - fuck me that laugh made me wet - leaning in to gently bite it. "That's all you're getting until I decide otherwise. So you can pout all you want, Baby Girl. The decision has already been made for you." Now normally I would have assumed someone saying that to me would only piss me off. But having Ben say that, having him decide how things would go - and all things so far - was the most freeing and erotic experience of my life. I didn't want to argue with him, I didn't want to push him. That fact alone was enough proof to myself that I was falling for this man in a way I had never felt before. It was new and it scared me. I was a control freak in pretty much every aspect of my life. And now I'm more than willing - fuck I'm happy - to give up complete control to him. ONLY him. The fear, I realized was okay because Ben made me feel safe. I knew he wouldn't take advantage of me, I trusted him. With my mind made up, I just looked at him and smiled. It felt right, it excited me. It made me wet. "Yes, I know." He released me from his hold against the car and took my hand, kissing my fingers, and led me inside the restaurant. Inside we were seated at a small table near the back window. The view was spectacular, the sun shining out across the water. Before taking a seat, I removed my cardigan and scarf, draping them over the third chair at the table and setting down my purse. When I turned to face Ben his eyes went big and then dark at the sight of my now exposed cleavage. Blushing at his blatant stare, I looked away as I could feel my body reacting. My breasts began to swell and I'm sure he could see as my nipples grew hard enough to be seen through my top. I had never felt so desired, nor had I felt so attracted to someone as I did him at that moment. We stood there for what seemed like minutes but was probably only less than ten seconds. He shrugged off his own jacket and I reached out to take it to place it on the chair. Our hands touched during the transaction and, again, I visibly shivered. We sat side by side, Ben's doing and I loved it. On every other date I'd ever been on the guy always sat across from me. It made sense, as conversation was easier, especially while eating. Ben, who was like no other man I'd been out with before, rearranged the chairs so we were together. Our hands were linked as we chatted about the view and looked through the menu. I couldn't help but smile every time I caught him looking at my breasts. When our waitress arrived at our table she introduced herself and took our drink and food orders. Ben had an iced tea with the salmon while I ordered a Diet Coke and the scallops. Soon enough she was off to place our orders and check on other tables. I was to the right of Ben, sitting more on my hip, right leg across my left. My toes brushed against his right leg every now and then, as I needed contact of some sort with him. "It's lovely, isn't it? I have my camera with me and would love to find a place to take some photographs after lunch," he said. "I know a place on the other side of the island that isn't developed yet. We can walk a bit to find somewhere nice," he paused glancing at my feet, "if you're up for it." "That sounds great," I answered cheerfully, glad our date would last longer than lunch. "My shoes will be fine, wore these in case we did some walking." The waitress arrived quickly with our drinks. "To a beautiful day," I said, raising my glass. "And an even more beautiful view," he added, looking at me. We laughed at the innuendo and clinked our glasses together. Our entrees were served shortly after and we began to eat. "Mia, I hope I didn't upset you earlier..." he began, stopping to take a bite and drink before continuing. "I want you, Mia. I want ALL of you." His eyes were intense, a shade of darker blue, if that was possible. His voice was heavy with meaning and I had to stop eating and turn towards him so I was sure he knew I was listening. At first I was confused as to what he was referring to. "I'm not sure I'm following. Upset me? How?" I asked. "I am...set in my ways. I find you irresistible; since the first time I went into Purple and saw you behind the bar, I wanted you. But when I want someone..." he paused again, turning towards me as well. His left hand was on my right knee, his right arm extended along the backside of my hair. I could feel his fingers brushing through the ends of my hair behind my right shoulder. His eyes were watching his hand as it twisted and pulled gently, the purple on full display in the sunlight. I watched as his eyes moved to my neck, and gasped when his fingers stroked the smooth skin where my neck and shoulder meet. "I won't share you, Mia. If you're mine, well, you're MINE." His fingertip was barely touching me, just a whisper across my skin. Little goosebumps appeared as he touched me. I waited for him to say more, but instead he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on my shoulder. "Eat now before your food gets cold," he smiled and turned back to his plate. We ate in a comfortable silence for a bit then conversation turned to the usual - work, after work, school, after school. When the check arrived, Ben pinched my thigh when I went for my purse. "Don't even think about it." was all he said, sitting up a bit to remove his wallet and take out his card. Ben rose from the table first, grabbing his jacket, my sweater and scarf, holding his empty hand out to me. I stood and picked up my purse and followed him out to the car. Always the gentleman, he opened my door and helped me in. This time, though, he took longer to close the door, as I'm sure he was enjoying the view of me below him. When he finally closed the door, I swear I caught a glimpse of his erection tight under his jeans. I suppressed a giggle as he adjusted himself before sitting down and turning on the car. He drove for about 15 minutes along a two lane road that wound around the island, his hand once again on my thigh, higher this time. His fingers were constantly moving, his palm sliding slowly back and forth, this thumb dipping to caress along the inside of my thigh. He turned off the main road onto an obviously unused road, pulling off slightly about half a mile down to park. Tall trees surrounded us, tall bare trees mixed in with a forest of evergreens. "Wow," I said, looking out the window. "Come," he said smiling at me. He got out of the car, pausing at the boot to grab his camera. Instead of waiting for him to open my door, he rounded the car to find me leaning up against the door - carefully of course. His smile made my pussy clench, he was so sexy, so confident. He walked to me, his camera dangling on his shoulder. He stopped and lifted it to his eye. I heard the clicking and turned to look at him. He took a few more shots before letting it drop. His eyes were smoldering as he took my face in his hands, kissing me deeply. My breath caught but I kissed him back fiercely, taking a deep breath when his mouth moved to my neck, hands to my waist. His voice growled in my ear. "Fuck, I want you so bad..." his hands moved from my hips up my ribs, this thumbs pressing into me. "Just kissing, remember?" I teased, my hands gripping his waist, pulling him to me. He moaned into my neck, his fingers spread as he reached my breasts. My head tilted back as I felt his thumbs pushing up into my cleavage, fingers around the outside. I ached for him to touch me more, to spread his hands across my breasts. He took a deep breath, his chest pushing against my breasts. I could feel his erection as we rocked ever so slightly. Slowly blowing out a puff of air, he steadied himself. "Just kissing..." he muttered, his lips making their way back to my own. We stood there for a few more minutes lost in our kiss. When we finally stepped apart, Ben's arousal was clearly visible and I swear I swooned. He took my hand, locking the car behind us. We walked for a bit until he led me through the trees. I could hear the water and was getting excited. There was nothing more relaxing than the sound of water. When we cleared the tree line we were greeted with the vast blue of the water and large rocks lining the cliff we stood on. Moving ahead of him, I found a nice large, mostly flat, rock. I quickly climbed up and took a seat, my legs stretched out in front of me, knees bent. I leaned back on my hands and swished my head back and forth so my hair fell behind me. The rare winter sun felt warm on my skin and I instantly relaxed. At the sound of Ben's footsteps, I turned to look at him. "I think I'll just sit here while you take photos, if that's okay?" "Of course," he replied, lifting the camera once again and aiming it at me. I smiled and turned back to look out at the view. I don't know how long we were there, me on the rock, Ben wandering around. When he finally joined me on the rock, I was leaning back on my elbows, my legs still bent. My breasts were pushed up and out as my shoulder blades were drawn together. My head was hanging back slightly, my hair brushing against the rock, chin up to the sun. My sunglasses were on my face. It was so quiet and I was so peaceful. "Don't move," he directed, the click of the camera the only man made sound. "Look at me." Click, click. "Smile." Click, click. "Look out at the water. Perfect, just like that." Click click click. I heard him moving off the rock again and the continued clicking of the shutter. "Chin up one last time, let your hair hang back." I followed his every instruction, pausing and waiting for his next pose. When a shadow came over me, I opened my eyes and was surprised to see Ben standing over me. He took more pictures, telling me to let my head go all the way back. The desired effect was to push my breasts even higher. It worked like a charm. Ben was still over me but moving now to get different angles. Then my sun was back, but opening my eyes I found Ben behind me, looking over my shoulder and taking more pictures. My knees were together, feet slightly apart planted on the rock. He told me to open my legs, moving my knees directly in line with my feet. He continued to take pictures. I knew the shoot was over when he pushed me up by my shoulders and took a seat behind me. His strong arms wrapped around my tummy, pulling my back against his hard chest. I sat up a bit more, snuggling closer to him and wiggling my ass against his groin. He moaned at my movements and playfully bit the top of my ear. My Story of Ben "Tsk tsk...naughty girl," he teased. I could only laugh, turning my head towards his neck and nuzzling against him. I moved my hands over his and our fingers entwined. Ben was clearly aroused as his erection pushed against my ass and lower back. Every movement I made caused him to groan quietly. It was as if we were physically unable to stay still. Though seated and holding each other tight our bodies seemed to dance. My body was so aroused I could hardly stand it. The tension from the day was mounting and I wasn't sure how much more I could take. I was starting to think I was going to lose my mind with lust if something didn't happen soon. My panties were soaked. Thankfully I was wearing jeans and they were dark, as I was sure a wet spot would have been visible had I been wearing pretty much anything else. I looked down at my tits as they moved slowly up and down and jiggled as we swayed and rocked. I sat up higher, my ass pushing hard against his cock. Kissing my way up his neck I found his ear and licked and bit him. "I'm yours, Ben..." His fingers were gripping my small hands so tightly. I pulled up gently hoping he would relax enough so I could move his hands over my tits. But his arms held strong. His eyes moved from my now writhing body, spread before him, to my own. He kissed me hard, his tongue invading my mouth. We stayed like that, his body still and strong, while I danced against him desperate for more. When he finally broke the kiss, he held my stare. "Mia..." He helped me turn around so I was sitting in his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist. His cock was pressed against my pussy and at first contact we both moaned out loudly. Our bodies rocked together slowly as our heads rested together, watching our bodies dancing. His hands held my hips as he moved me at an almost painfully slow pace, keeping us both on edge. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. My breathing became fast and shallow, giving away my increased arousal. Ben sensed my impending release and immediately slowed his movements. "Ah, ah, ah," he teased. "Patience, Baby Girl." I groaned loudly as my body relaxed and obeyed. "I'll do it, but I don't like it," my lip was out again. He didn't disappoint as he reached out and bit it - admittedly a little harder this time. "I don't expect you to like it, but it will be worth it. Trust me." "I do," I replied sincerely. We kissed as his hands moved up and down my sides, my back but mostly he held and massaged my ass. I had my arms around his neck, stroking up to his hair and down his back, scratching lightly with my nails. We made out like teenagers on that rock until it became too uncomfortable to stay any longer. I got up first, hopped off the rock and waited as he did the same. We stretched and I held his arm in between my breasts as we walked back to the car. "We better get back to the terminal. We don't want to miss the ferry," he said as he got into the car. He looked over at me and we smiled. We had both removed our glasses and his blue eyes burned with passion as he took in the sight before him. I had turned on my side when he got in, so my breasts were pushed together, barely contained by the shirt I was wearing, lace clearly on display. "You are killing me, beautiful. KILLING ME." "Yeah, well, it's your fault. Not my rule," I teased, sticking out my tongue at him. His laughter filled the interior and I joined in. Turning to sit right, he started up the car and we drove to the terminal. Once again, his hand was on my thigh, higher once again, but never high enough. I gently stroked his hand and forearm, fingers gently pulling on the hair. "Today was amazing..." I mused as he rolled the car into place and shut it off. "Can we just stay here for the ride back? We have the perfect view anyways," I said nodding towards the windshield. We were the first car on and the ferry opened up right in front of us. The sun was starting to set and bathed us in a gorgeous orange glow. "I'm going to take some pictures, I'll be back." He was already opening the door, reaching for his camera which we had stashed at my feet. "I'll be here," I said, turning to smile at him. He leaned in and kissed me quickly before exiting the car. I watched as he strode to the rope and held up the camera. I watched as he moved gracefully around the front end of the ship, photographing everything from the view to the cars and boat itself. My fingers grazed slowly across the swell of my breasts, my mind trying to grasp everything that had happened so far. I laughed at myself realizing it didn't really matter, the details. All that mattered was us, and everything else would fall into place. Turning to me, Ben smiled as if he could hear my inner conversation. He winked, took a few more pictures, then got back in the car. "You looked lost in thought there for a bit," he said settling into his seat. "Just thinking about today." "And what have you decided about today?" he asked turning and looking at me. "It was amazing and I don't want it to end," I answered. "Then it won't." Ben drove the car off the ferry and pulled into the parking lot. Turning off the engine he looked at me and smiled. "God, you are beautiful Mia...How about a bite to eat at Anthony's?" "That sounds great," I replied pulling the visor down and looking in the mirror. "Just let me touch up." Ben sat quietly and watched as I ran my fingers through my windblown hair, applied a bit of powder and glossed my lips. When I was done I adjusted my top and looked around for my scarf. "Here," he said handing it to me. " You need to wear this or we'll starve..." His eyes were on my breasts, there was no effort to hide it. I swirled the silky fabric around my neck and laughed. "Once again, YOUR rule, not mine. I should leave it off just to make you suffer," I laughed reaching to unwind it. A growl came from the driver's seat, "Keep it on. Let's go, Baby Girl." We walked down the waterfront to Anthony's Seafood Restaurant and were quickly seated. It felt good to be inside the warm room and I was surprisingly hungry. Ben ordered a glass of Chianti and a steak while I ordered a Sprite and the crab salad. As we waited for our dinner to arrive, we chatted about the day, the island, his photography. "And your writing?" I asked. I was rewarded with his sexy smile and low laugh. He paused, his fingers slowly spinning his wine glass. Then he looked up at me. "I write erotica," he said, eyes burning into me, gauging my reaction. My body visibly flushed. The entire day so far - fuck let's be real, since the previous night - I had been on edge. I wanted him so badly it was on the verge of desperation. And now he tells me this? As if it was possible to want him more. "Do you write about your own experiences or fantasies?" I asked, my voice shaking. When his hand found my thigh I sighed and he smiled. There was no point in hiding it. He was well aware of his effect on me. "Both," he answered. "Would you let me read some?" "Maybe I'll read it to you..." was his reply. Our eyes were locked and I groaned loud enough for him to hear. He leaned over, his mouth at my ear, causing my body to shiver at the touch of his hot breath on my skin. "Are you wet for me, Baby Girl? Your pupils are dilated, your skin a pretty pink. And your tits... don't even get me started..." He licked and kissed my ear before continuing. "If I touched your pussy, would it be wet?" My eyes were fluttering, my body leaning towards him desperate for more. "Yes.... I'm so wet..." I didn't get to say anything else as our food arrived. Ben kissed my shoulder and sat up. "This looks delicious," it sounded like he meant the food but he was staring at me. "I hope it tastes as good as it smells." His eyes twinkled as he reached down and cupped my mound. I moaned and grabbed his arm, not to stop him, but to steady myself. My blush intensified. He could smell my arousal, though I shouldn't be surprised. My jeans were wet, soaked, in fact he could feel it. "Eat, your food will get cold," he said removing his hand much to my disappointment. "I'm having a salad so..." "OK, MY food will get cold," he corrected. "Besides, kissing ONLY." I gave him my dirtiest glare and picked up my fork. My salad was delicious and we ate quickly and chatted in between. When the check was paid he took my hand and led me out of the restaurant to the car. He didn't tell me where we were going but I wanted to cry out with happiness when he pulled up to his building. He maneuvered his car into the garage and got out. He opened my door and pressed me against the door. His kiss was fierce and full of unspoken need. My hands were on his stomach and chest, stroking his hard body, my hips pushing on their own accord. He reluctantly broke our kiss and led me inside. It was dark now, but the wall of windows across the room let in the glow of the outside world. I stepped inside and removed my shoes, setting my purse down. Ben moved around me, his keys clinking as he set them down on the table near the door. Removing his own shoes he hung his jacket and my sweater in the closet. "Ben, um..." I paused feeling suddenly awkward about what I was going to ask. "Would you mind if I freshened up?" I asked, looking around for a bathroom. "I was going to excuse myself for a quick shower. Why don't you do the same? Guest bathroom is right there," he answered, pointing down the hall. "Towels and bathrobe are at your disposal." "Thank you, that would be excellent." "Make yourself at home when you're done. I'll just be in the bedroom down there," he gestured to a door just off the darkened kitchen. I made my way to the guest bathroom, turning on the light. It was large, a shower against one wall, two sinks and a toilet. I found a towel in the closet and noticed the white fluffy robe on the door. Glancing at my reflection I was happy to shower. My hair was wind blown, my cheeks pink and lips swollen. Turning on the shower, I undressed as the steam began to fill the room. I tied my hair up a top my head and got in. The water felt amazing and I stood under it for a few moments. My mind wandered to the events of the day. I felt my pussy get wet. I wanted to touch myself but decided against it. Something about the lingering want was too appealing. I quickly washed and stepped out. I dried off and wrapped myself in the soft robe. I exited the bathroom and listened for Ben. I was greeted with silence. My bare feet made faint sounds as I wandered into his living room. The view from the windows was as spectacular as I had imagined. Downtown Seattle sparkled in the night, the water reflecting the moon. I didn't hear Ben come into the room until I heard the click of his camera. I turned and smiled as he moved to my left, leaning his shoulder against the window. He wasn't wearing a shirt, his chest and abs on full display. Gray sweatpants sat low on his hips, feet bare. His glasses reflected the tail lights of a passing car. "Untie the robe," he said. I hesitated and glanced at the window worried a passerby would see me. Sensing my trepidation, Ben spoke. "It doesn't matter if anyone else can see you. What matters is that I want to see you. Untie your robe, Mia." His voice was strong and demanding. My fingers moved to the ties. Taking a deep steadying breath I obeyed. The camera clicked as I pulled one end, the robe falling partially open. I gasped as his hand touched my neck pulling the robe down my right shoulder and releasing my hair from its confines. My long hair tumbled down and he brushed it behind me exposing my bare skin to the low light. He stepped back. Click click. "Other side now, let it fall a little. Keep looking ahead," he directed. The tops of my breasts were now on full display, the white fabric encasing them, hiding my nipples from his view. Click click. "Let go... trust me..." His words were full of so many meanings and I listened without hesitation this time. I relaxed as I released my fears, anxieties and doubt. I trusted in his words, his actions. I let go, for him. My arms fell and the robe followed, pooling around my feet. The cool air and my arousal caused my nipples to harden. My body was shaking in anticipation. "Fuck, Mia..." His voice was barely a whisper. My naked body was on full display in front of the large picture window in his living room. We had yet to turn on a single light in the house but the lights from outside were enough that we could see one another. My breasts were swollen with need, nipples hard and sticking out like pencil erasers. My smooth pussy was wet, I could feel it on the insides of my thighs. As I became more turned on it began to drip. Click click click. His camera was the only sound besides our breathing. I swayed slightly, bending one knee slightly, pushing my ass out a bit and arching my back. When my breasts made contact with the glass we both hissed. My head fell back, eyes closed, as he circled me, his finger pressing the shutter button on his camera. I felt the heat from his body before any contact had been made. His fingers combed through my hair, light touches against my back and neck. He moved closer and my head rested against his bare chest. "Ben..." I moaned out quietly. "Please..." "What do you want, Baby Girl?" His voice a whisper above me. "Touch me, please...." His hand snaked around my throat and up towards my chin. He turned me, leaned down and kissed me. My back instinctively arched to reach him, causing my ass to press against his groin. He released a growl as his hips ground against me, his erection now rubbing my ass. Our tongues danced together as our lips bruised with the release of energy. He released my neck and both hands moved slowly along my ribs and up towards my breasts. When he finally gave in and touched them my body spasmed. "Yes...." I hissed out against his mouth. Moving almost painfully slow he explored my breasts, cupping and squeezing. His fingers brushed close to my nipples, but did not touch. I was so lost in his touch that I couldn't focus on kissing him and moved my mouth to his neck, lifting my arms up and around him. This pushed my chest out even more, his hands overflowing with my flesh. I was mewling against his soft skin and digging my fingers into his neck and back of his head. My legs swayed as I pressed my thighs together and my ass ground against his cock. "Oh Ben!" I cried out when his fingers finally brushed across the sensitive tips of my nipples. He groaned and held me tight with his arms, fingertips grazing back and forth lazily, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. My breathing was more of a desperate panting now and I could feel my wetness starting to leak out of my aching pussy. When he pinched both nipples at the same time I lost all control and a powerful orgasm wracked my body. Moaning loudly my body shook with pleasure as his fingers continued to manipulate my nipples until my movements slowed. He cupped my breasts, his movements matching my breath as he brought me down again. "Oh my God..." I breathed out, body still quaking. "I've never...I didn't know...How?" My words were lost, my mind unable to form a sentence. Ben chuckled softly in my ear. "You've never cum from having your tits played with, Baby Girl?" his voice was calming, soothing. "No, I didn't know..." was all I could say in reply. Ben kissed the side of my head and leaned down until his mouth was on my neck. One hand left my breast and began to trail down my tummy to my pussy. My breath caught and I held onto his neck tighter, my legs were shaking. "Spread your legs for me, Mia." he commanded and I complied. Looking down we could both see my wetness glistening in the soft light of the night. Ben moaned loudly as his fingers brushed over my smooth mound. His cock twitched against my ass as his fingers slipped down lower and he began to pet my lips. I pushed my head back against him and closed my eyes, surrendering my body to his desires. Slowly his fingers spread, one on each lip and his middle finger hovering over my slit. "You're so wet for me. Mmm...I love it." he said softly, voice heavy. "Please Ben...please...Baby, I need you..." my hips were moving up and down desperate for his finger to push inside my lips. When he finally acquiesced and let his middle finger drop down I cried out and my hips pushed desperately against it. He slid his fingers back and forth, watching as his finger became drenched in my juices. With the gentlest of touches he spread my lips wide with his two outer fingers and began to flick my clit back and forth with the tip of his middle finger. I couldn't contain the cries that escaped my mouth as he began to bring me to the edge. My hips were pumping faster and faster, I was so close to falling apart. Realizing this, Ben let go and let my lips close around his finger as he returned to sliding it back and forth. "No!" I protested wanting the release that I was so close to having. "Not until I decide you're ready, Baby Girl." His voice had a darkness to it that I felt in my soul. He continued his sweet torture, edging me over and over again. My thighs were soaked and a small pool had formed on the hardwood floor beneath my legs. His fingers were dripping with my wetness as he played with my clit until I almost burst and then rubbed my slit until I came down again. My nipples were harder than they had ever been, his free hand moving between them, squeezing and pulling, twisting and flicking. I was babbling at this point, I'm sure the words were far from coherent. "I love how wet you are, so juicy you're pussy is dripping...look down, Mia, look at the mess you've made on my floor." I blushed, but felt no shame. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. I had never felt that turned on before and seeing the evidence just made it even hotter. Ben was whispering in my ear, telling me how sexy it was that I got so wet, how he couldn't wait to taste me, to lick me. When he finally pushed his finger inside of me I exploded in the most intense orgasm of my life. My eyes were closed tightly as my body began to spasm out of control. Ben took his hand and held my neck, gripping my throat just tight enough. His finger pumped slowly but forcefully in and out of my pussy, curling every so slightly until it happened. Screaming out in ecstasy I felt my body release a stream of wetness, I heard it splashing on the floor. Ben had stopped talking now and was biting and sucking on my neck and ear as he felt it. His finger moved faster, pushing deeper inside of me. The hand around my neck held me tightly to him as he continued his assault. "Oh Baby, my Baby Girl. You squirted...Your cunt squirted for me...Yess...." his words kept my orgasm going and I released another stream. "Yes, that's it, keep going. Keep squirting for me!" When I started to come down I was mortified. I had never squirted before and honestly thought I had just peed everywhere. Ben sensed my unease and turned my head, kissing me deeply. His eyes sought mine before he spoke. "No, no no. Don't do that. Don't be ashamed. That was the most intensely erotic experience I've ever had - and from the look on your face, yours too. You did not pee, my beautiful girl. Your orgasm was so intense you squirted. And I love it," he said. I tried to look away, I was so unsure and my mind was so hazy from my orgasm that I thought maybe he was just saying that to avoid any awkwardness. His fingers held my chin and his other hand was petting my pussy gently, stroking slowly, fingers slipping around with my juice. "Do you feel how hard my cock is?" he asked pushing his hips against my ass. "That is all for you...I need to have you, Mia. After that...FUCK. I need you now." My Story of Ben His hands moved quickly to release his sweatpants leaving him naked behind me. His cock bobbed against my ass, hot and wet with precum. Feeling him hard behind me, I let go of his neck and put my hands on the window. I rose to my tip toes allowing his cock to drop down between my thighs. He pushed forward covering his cock with my cum. We stayed like that for a few minutes, his hands holding my hips as he slid his length along my slit. The bulbous head pushing up against my clit with each pass. "I need you, please...Ben...please...inside me..." I begged, hips swaying back and forth. We both moaned loudly as he angled his cock at my entrance and began to push inside. I was so wet he slid easily inside but his finger was no match for the thickness of his cock. My tight pussy gripped him as he pumped slowly, inch by inch inside of me. When his hips met my ass I fell forward a bit more, resting my forearms against the cool glass. Ben's fingers dug into my hips as he pulled out all the way and pushed in again. "Fuck Mia...your pussy is so tight. You feel so good," he said, fucking me slowly. I felt stretched and full, another sensation I had never really felt before. I wasn't a virgin by any means, but the way it felt when Ben was inside me was something completely different. His movements began to pick up pace as I fucked him back. The only sounds in the room besides our moans was the wet squishing sound of my pussy being invaded by his cock. The pool below me was getting bigger as I continually dripped down, wetting his smooth balls and falling to the floor. I could feel my orgasm building again. My breath quickened and I arched my back, my head falling against my shoulders. Ben wrapped one hand in my hair, pulling me up a bit more, causing my nipples to scrape against the glass. "I can feel it too, Baby Girl. I can feel your pussy getting ready to cum for me. Getting ready to release all those juices around my cock. Are you going to cum for me? Are you going to drench me?" His words did me in as my body began to shake. I screamed out to him as the orgasm exploded through me. My pussy was contracting so hard I pushed his cock out of me and sprayed his window with my cum. Ben quickly released me, falling to his knees and turning me around in one movement. His mouth was over my squirting pussy in seconds, licking and sucking, drinking my cum. I held onto his head and lifted one leg over his shoulder, leaning back against the window for more support. He fucked my pussy with his tongue then found my hard clit standing out and begging for attention. His lips wrapped around it, flicking it harshly with the tip of his tongue. When his fingers, two this time, pushed inside of me I came again and flooded his open mouth. My legs were shaking so hard I almost collapsed. His movements slowed between my legs as he helped me slowly come down. Lifting my leg off his shoulder he set it down on the now very wet floor. His face was covered in my juice, glistening. He licked his lips, his eyes dark. One hand was stroking his cock as he looked at me. I dropped to my knees, unable to stand any longer, feeling my wetness on my legs and ass. I reached for his cock, desperate to touch it, to hold it, to taste it. He stood up before me, his cock standing out hard and proud. It was thick and so big. Wet with my cum, I licked him from base to tip then back down again. Our eyes met as he put one hand in my hair the other on the window. He watched as I licked him all over, and sucked his smooth balls into my mouth. He groaned and I kept doing it until his grip tightened and he pulled up. He wanted my mouth on him just as badly as I wanted it. I sat up on my knees and placed a gentle kiss across his head. "Fuck yes...Open your mouth, Baby. Suck me..." he hissed through gritted teeth. I smiled, never breaking eye contact, opened my mouth and sucked his head. It was so soft against my tongue and I swirled around it over and over tasting his own wetness. I started to bob my head slowly up and down, not taking more than his head into my mouth. My teasing was driving him wild with desire and soon his hand was pushing my head down forcing me to take more of him into my mouth. I gagged slightly as he hit the back of my throat, tightening momentarily before he released his hold. "Oh God, Mia. More...deeper...take me deeper." My mouth descended on him once again and this time I was able to take him deeper without gagging. I found a rhythm and was sucking him faster and deeper with each go. He was so big I couldn't fit him all in my mouth, so I used one hand to stroke the exposed flesh and the other to massage his balls, wet with my saliva. Our eyes never left one another as I sucked him over and over again. I felt his balls tighten in my hand and knew he wouldn't last much longer. "Cum on me," I begged releasing his cock momentarily, hand still stroking him. "Mark me as yours..." Ben groaned loudly and pulled my head back onto his cock. His hips began to move, taking over as he fucked my face faster and deeper. Both hands were now in my hair, holding me tight and still as he pumped himself in and out of my sucking mouth and waiting tongue. "Fuck, yes...that's it. Fuck. I'm going to cum...God yes. Here it comes, drink me, Baby Girl. Drink my cum!" he yelled as his hips bucked a few more times before spilling deep in my throat. I felt his cock explode and spurt his cum down my throat. He began to pull out, filling my mouth with cum and then spraying it across my face and even more onto my breasts. I reached out and grabbed his cock, sucking it more and cleaning him off. I swallowed what was in my mouth and licked my lips to try to retrieve more of him off my face. My hands moved to coat my tits and nipples, rubbing his cum into my skin. Ben fell to his knees before me and wiped the cum off my face with his fingers, feeding me. I licked and sucked his fingers wanting every last drop of his cum. Ben watched, riveted by my actions, his cock still hard but quickly fading. Our bodies moved slowly as our breathing began to even out again. "You are...amazing," he said, leaning in and kissing me. We stayed like that, on our knees covered in each other's cum kissing and caressing, for who knows how long. Finally the high of our orgasms had worn off and we were both tired. Rising slowly, Ben held out a hand to me. "Let's clean up and get into bed. I need you here with me tonight." I took his hand and he led me into his bedroom to the bathroom. I stood by the sink while he adjusted the shower heads and turned on the water. When the room was filled with steam we entered and basked in the warmth of the water. Ben held me close the entire time as we washed one another, kissing in between scrubs and rinses. The water grew cold and we took that as our signal to get out. He dried me slowly with his soft towels and helped me dry my hair enough to sleep on it without soaking the pillow. We crawled into his king size bed naked and relaxed. I laid my head on his chest as he drew lazy circles with his fingers on my back. "Thank you," I said kissing his chest, fingering the silver hair. "Today, tonight, it was all perfect. Just perfect." "Imagine what tomorrow will bring," he said kissing the top of my head. "SEA-HAWKS!" I replied, as he laughed, his arms pulling me close and holding me tight. "Sleep now, Baby Girl."