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Kismet

By: Ashson



I was just driving along, minding my own business, when I got a flat. I was not pleased. It was a beautiful sunny day and I'd just hopped in my little sweetheart and gone for a drive. I have this 2010 Chevrolet Corvette Grand Sport convertible, painted pink. It's a really, really, nice little car and I absolutely love it. And now my poor darling had a flat tyre. 

I couldn't drive it like that. I might damage the wheel or something. Trouble is, I couldn't change the wheel, either. I'm a total klutz at things like that. Well, I suppose I could change it if I absolutely had to, but I had a far better idea. 

I was wearing a short sundress and I have very nice legs. (My boobs aren't too bad either, let me tell you.) I figured that all I'd have to do was look helpless and someone would stop and change the wheel for me.

So there I am, standing next to my injured baby, looking sexy and helpless, waiting for my hero. No traffic, was there. I was on a country road and everyone seemed to be using the main roads. I was getting quite irritated with the scarcity of eligible heroes rushing to my rescue.

Finally, finally, a truck came lumbering up the road. I gave the driver a piteous look and he pulled over and hopped out. He still wasn't my choice of an eligible hero. He was, to put it mildly, a big fat slob, and he reeked. With him standing next to his truck and me over by my car I could still smell him. I was appalled.

"Hey, little lady," he says, in a very loud voice. "See you've got a bit of a problem."

"Um, yes," I agreed. "I don't know how to change a wheel."

"Dead easy," he bellowed. "Dead easy. I'll have that switched in no time. Afterwards."

"Um, after what?" I asked puzzled.

"After you give me a little reward for fixing your problem, of course."

OK. So I'd pay him. If I was in the city I'd have to pay a mechanic to come and do it. I guess this was no different.

"Oh. Ah, what would be a reasonable reward?" I asked, reaching for my purse. I didn't mind paying something but I wasn't going to be cheated. I could always wait until someone more reasonable came along. 

"Hey, put your money away, little lady," he said. "I don't want your money. Hey, we're all alone out here and you're a pretty young thing. I'm sure we can work something out."

I found myself wishing for several things at that point. One, that he would stop bellowing. Two, that he'd back off because the smell was starting to get to me. Three, that he didn't mean what I thought he meant by that innuendo.

"Um, what do you mean by work something out?" I was starting to back away and he was still advancing.

"Hey, little lady, just a friendly bit of slap and tickle. It could get right interesting with a pretty little thing like you. It's been a while since I been with a pretty young thing and you'll learn something. Yeah, I'll give you some fun."

"Ah, no thanks," I said quickly, still backing away. "I don't think I want the same thing you do."

"Don't think you have much say in the matter," he said with a laugh. 

I was trying to circle around my car and keep out of his reach. I had a nasty feeling that he was moving faster than me. Stupid car. I couldn't even hop in and lock myself in. The top was down. 

"Listen, girl," he bellowed at me. "You don't want to make me mad. Just stay still and my friend here will amuse you." 

He rather crudely patted his groin at that point.

If he touched me, I was going to be sick. Somehow, I didn't think that that would dampen his ardour. I was close to panicking, I can tell you that.

I was practically running around my car to keep away from this slob. I wasn't paying any attention to the road as there just wasn't any traffic. It came as a bit of a surprise when the truckie suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked past me. 

"Do we have a problem here?" came a deep voice from behind me.

Spinning around there was this man standing in the middle of the road. Behind him was this huge black motorbike. I'd been concentrating on the truckie so hard I hadn't even heard him ride up. The bikie was easily as big as the truckie, but he seemed all muscle where the truckie was all gross fat. 

I was wondering if I'd gone to hell or something. The bikie wore black leather with what looked like a skull on his chest. So what now? The two men fight it out for the right to rape me? I just stood there, not knowing what to do. 

"I was just gonna change the little lady's wheel," blustered the truckie. "Seeing you're here you can do it."

So, no fight then, I thought, watching the truckie quickly scramble into his truck. The bikie just looked at him. It was rather a lethal look. I didn't really blame the truckie for taking off. I would have, too, if it wasn't for the flat tyre.

"If you'll pop your boot, miss," the bikie said quietly, "I'll change that wheel for you."

I popped the boot and the bikie got to work. Five minutes was all it took him. Wheel off, wheel on, flat tyre in boot, and boot locked, and I was ready to go. I was still somewhat dismayed. I could dodge the truckie for a while, because he was fat and out of shape. The bikie looked disgustingly fit. If he made a move he'd probably catch me before I even knew that he was attacking. 

He lifted a hand and I squeaked and jumped. He grinned, knowing I was somewhat skittish with him there.

"I'll be going, miss," he said. "Take care. Don't forget to get that wheel fixed."

With that he gave me a casual wave, hopped onto his bike and took off, leaving me feeling somewhat stunned. He hadn't made a pass or anything. Was he blind or gay? I was feeling slightly offended. Of course, if he had made a pass I'd have been offended over that, as well. That's the way things are at times. Whatever, I got in my baby and continued my drive.

Now as I said, I was going for a drive, a way of relaxing and seeing a bit of scenery, getting out of the city for a while. I was in no hurry, had no place I had to be, just puttering along, enjoying myself. There was absolutely no reason for that cop to pull me over.

I couldn't believe it when this motorbike cop came up from behind, looked me over, and waved me over to the side, giving a beep on his siren for emphasis. I pulled over and turned to look at him, feeling indignant and put upon.

"Step out of the car, please, Ma'am," he says, all polite like, as though he really had an excuse to pull me over.

"Do you know how fast you were driving, Ma'am?" he asked, still being polite.

I did, and I told him, pointing out that I was not over the limit.

"Sorry, Ma'am," he said, "but you were actually travelling faster than that. Speeding in fact. I'd get your speedo checked if I were you. I'm going to have to write you a ticket."

"This is bullshit," I said, furious. "I was not speeding and you know it. You're just giving me a ticket because you want to for some reason. This is so unfair."

"Seriously, Ma'am, you were speeding. No need to be hostile. I'm only doing my job. You should have been a little more careful."

"I am always careful," I told him. "I never get tickets. I'm a good and safe driver."

"Really, Ma'am?" he says. "It's amazing how many people get booked when they're not doing anything wrong."

He had a nasty little smirk going. He knew I hadn't been speeding but it would just be my word against his. I felt like swearing at him, but that would probably get me another ticket. I just glared at him, instead.

He looked me over. Again. I'd noticed him checking me out when I got out of the car. Now his smirk got even wider.

"Well, you weren't going too fast," he said in a very silky tone. "I could probably be persuaded to forego the ticket."

I looked up smiling and hopeful and got a hell of a shock when he squeezed my breast.

"What the hell do you think you're doing," I shrieked at him, slapping at his hand. "How dare you touch me? You can take any ideas like that and stick them where the sun doesn't shine, you pervert."

"Nothing perverted about a man fucking a woman," the cop said. "I'm quite willing to demonstrate this."

"No way, Jose," I snapped, trying to stare him down.

He just smirked at me. 

"I think you'll come across. You don't really have much choice, now do you?"

He started moving towards me and I started backing up and a motorbike came along. I could swear it was the same guy who'd chased off the truckie. He didn't say anything. He just pulled up across from us, got off his bike and stretched.

The cop turned and looked at him.

"You got a problem?" he asked the bikie.

"Ah, no, officer. Don't mind me. You go right ahead and deal with your malefactor. I've been riding for a while and need to stop and stretch my legs for a short while. Road safety, you know. Freshening up every so often makes me a safer rider. The authorities recommend regular breaks you know."

I recognised his voice. It was the same bikie. An angel in black as far as I was concerned. The cop glared over at the bikie and then he gave me a nasty look, as well. There was no way he could grab me, not with a witness. 

"Right, I'll let you off with a warning," he snapped at me. "Just watch your speed in future."

He turned and stormed back to his bike, mounting and taking off fast.

The bikie took of his helmet and placed it on the seat of his bike and ambled across the road to me, grinning.

"Doesn't seem to be your day, does it," he said. "Kismet, I guess."

"Kiss you?" I asked, suspicious once more.

"Kismet," he repeated. "It means fate. It seems that fate has decided that today is the day you're going to be raped. First the truckie was trying and just now that cop."

I went to protest that the cop wouldn't have touched me, but he got in first. 

"No. Don't try to kid me. We both know what he intended. It was obvious. Why do you think I stopped?"

He grinned at me, waving away any attempt at thanks.

"Still, if fate's got it in for you today then your best bet is to bow to it and let it happen. Fortunately, I'm here to help you."

Eh? That was as clear as mud. Was he saying he was going to help me defeat my fate or what? He saw my slight confusion.

"Listen, woman, if fate has decided that you're going to be raped today then you will be, so you might as well get it over with. As soon as your panties are off I'll take care of your problem."

Oh my god, he had to be kidding. He unzipped. Standing right there in front of me, he unzipped. God help me, he wasn't kidding.

I was right about how fast he could move. He had hold of my arm and was urging me off the road before I knew what was happening.

"Come along," he told me. "We don't have all day. Let's get this show on the road. Don't worry. All you have to do is bend forward over the side of your car. It's just the right height. I'll attend to everything else."

I protested. Bitterly. He calmly ignored everything I was saying, escorting me right off the road and around to where he wanted me. 

"You know," he said, all smiles and happiness, "instead of just taking off your panties, let's get you fully undressed. It'll be fun to have you naked under the sun while I take you."

"No, it won't," I firmly informed him, and finding myself being ignored once more. 

The trouble with sundresses is that they tend to be slip on, slip off, and it doesn't have to be me that slips it off. The bikie just bent down, took the hem of my dress, and lifted it straight up. I tried to hold it down, only to be reprimanded. 

"If you keep that up you're going to tear your dress," he told me. "Stop being silly and lift your arms."

Frustratingly, I had to admit he had a point. My dress was only a light material and he looked big enough to just tear it to shreds. I lifted my arms and the dress landed on the front seat of my car.

"Can you at least tell me your name?" I asked. "So I know who to swear at?"

"Jose, at your service," he said.

"Jose, as in no way, Jose?"

"As if I haven't heard that before," he said reproachfully. "Now bend over, there's a good girl."

Not that he was giving me much choice. He turned me to face the car and pushed me against it, my hands arcing over the door and pressing against the seat. I felt a hand at my back and then my bra slithered down my arms and landed on the seat. At the same time, two hands came around me, capturing my breasts, lightly rubbing them. 

At the same time I could feel him pressing against my bottom. He hadn't only unzipped, he'd brought his weapon out to play. I could feel it pressing against the cleft of my buttocks.

After stroking my breasts for a little while his hands drifted down to my waist. My panties started their downwards journey. I explained why this whole thing was a bad idea. Jose tapped my ankle to get me to lift it so he could take my panties right off.

Then he was pressing against me again while he dropped the panties down on top of my dress and bra. I could feel him pressing against the cleft of my buttocks again, and it seemed a lot more intimate now, with no panties separating my bottom from his erection.

"Why are you doing this?" I wailed, feeling his hand close over my mound and start rubbing it.

"Kismet, baby," he said. "Would you rather the truckie was doing this?"

I thought of the truckie and the smell. I'd rather have died. I probably would have. I'm sure he was contagious with something. 

"No," I mumbled.

"How about our smiling assassin, the crooked cop?"

Better than the truckie, but still no thank you.

Again I mumbled, "No."

"Well, there you go. You've got the pick of the litter. Now just relax and let things happen."

He made a few minor adjustments to his position, and I found things were about to happen. His hands were on my breasts again, teasing them, while he'd adjusted the position of his cock before grabbing them. I could feel it, pressing lightly against my lips, ready to press into me.

"When you're ready, just press back against me," Jose told me. "You'll find that I'll slip right in."

I blinked at that. Just how big an egotist was he?

"You seriously expect me to press back against you to take you into me?" I asked him, shocked.

"Well, yes. You're the one who will know best when you're ready to receive me. It seems only reasonable."

Reasonably insane, if you asked me. No way was I going to do that, and I told him so.

"You may want to reconsider that," he murmured. "The road doesn't get much traffic but it does get some. Do you want to still be here when someone comes past, like a certain truckie or maybe a cop on a motorbike?"

The swine. The rotten swine. I bet he was prepared to stand there, pressed against me until someone did come. I'd be the one caught naked in public. All he had to do was zip up and he was respectable. Well, at least he would look reasonably respectable. Actually being respectable was something else again. 

What to do? What to do? I didn't see that I had much choice. I pressed back against him, and he surged into me. It wasn't just my little push that did it. As soon as I pushed back against him, he thrust forward, driving himself all the way into me with one superb thrust. No, not superb. I won't call it superb. It was a nasty thrust, nothing superb about it at all, even if it did cause his cock to slide smoothly down my passage, stretching it nicely, causing him to sink his full length into me.

That was just the start of it. Now that he was taking me he started to take me in earnest. While I hadn't actually seen his equipment my body was telling me that there was a lot of it and that he knew how to use it. He'd pull slowly back, returning with a sudden rush that would sink him deep, inside me, his hands squeezing my breasts slightly at the same time.

He wasn't rushing me, taking his time pulling back, then pausing for a second to let me know that the charge was about to start. Then in he'd come, driving firmly home while I lifted my bottom and pushed back to meet him. I started off trying to protest this invasion of my body, but it's hard to lodge a complaint when you're going "Oo, ah, wow," as his thrusts sent electric thrills racing through me. 

I gave up any idea of complaining. If I felt I had to complain I'd write him a letter some time. Right now I was just going with what he was doing to my body, taking him deep and trying to subtly encourage him (without letting him know I was enjoying it, of course).

Mind you, I think I might have given the game away towards the end. He'd been driving into me for what felt like forever and my whole body was burning. I was ready, and I mean REALLY ready for a climax, and I was quite sure that he was to. I felt the change to his rhythm at the end, finding him hitting me harder and faster, the end game now taking place.

That's where I think I gave away the fact that I was enjoying what was happening. It's pretty hard to disguise it when you suddenly shriek out, "Oh, god, yes. Take me, you bastard. Fuck me hard." He didn't say anything but he sure took the message to heart, taking me as though the world was about to end and he was getting in one last shot. 

He climaxed with a groan, one that I was echoing as my own climax ignited, turning my burning need into a flash fire that totally destroyed me.

I just lay where I was, draped over the car door, totally wasted. I felt Jose withdraw then he had a word of advice for me.

"You might like to consider at least putting your dress on. Other traffic will be using this road sooner or later."

Oh, yeah, I guess I should at that, I acknowledged. I stood up, grabbing my undies as I did so. Before I could put them on Jose was turning me around.

"What?" I asked. I mean, what more could he want? He'd already done everything he could. And very lustily, too.

"I just wanted to see you standing nude before me," he said. "You have a wonderful body."

See me was right. His eyes were raking up and down, taking it all in, every naked inch of me, and blatantly appreciating what he saw.

"Very nice," he murmured, "and now safe from Kismet."

I said, "What?"

"Fate slated you for ravishment," he said. "It could have been by another but I was sent to serve you. You will have no more problems today."

What could I say to that? He'd raped me to prevent me being raped by someone else. So self-sacrificing of him to give his all like that. I just looked at him. No way was I thanking him, which was he seemed to be expecting. He shrugged and headed for his motor-bike, riding off into the sunset. Except he was riding south and it was still the middle of the afternoon. 

I got dressed and continued my drive. Kismet, indeed. I don't believe things are fated to happen. Which made it pretty annoying that the rest of the day went absolutely perfectly, as though I'd paid my dues and was being rewarded.

Kismet : An Excerpt



Note: This is an excerpted chapter of a longer novel-in-progress.

*

This rain was something fierce! I probably should have called Nadia and canceled our dinner plans for the night, but I figured since both of the men in our lives were out of town on business, it would be good for us to have some girl-y alone time. It seemed like forever since she and I have been in each other's company without the men around. Ever since Nadia and Nathan got married and moved in together six months ago, it's like they're never apart except for when I ride the train with her to work in the mornings. 

We get on the El at the same UIC-Halsted stop, but get off at different ones--she gets off at Jackson, I get off at Washington--that gives us about fifteen minutes every morning to try and have a conversation over all the hustle and bustle of an early rush-hour morning on the train. And we get off work at different times, so we never ride home together. Any other time, they are glued at the hips. You never see one without the other. They are so maddeningly happy. But I guess in the twelve years that I've known her, she's always been happy in any relationship she's been in. She's always been my model of excellence as far as relationships go. The girl has never been in a bad one. I don't know if it's luck or skill but whatever it is, she's good at them. She's always parted ways with her exes on good terms. She says it's because she's always friends with her lovers before they become her lovers. I've tried that method before but sometimes I just fiend for the loving and skip through all that "get to know you" stuff that friendships are built on. It's probably why I'm having issues with my flavor of the month; we started off getting freaky from day one. 

I met Lamar while out the Desert Bar in the River North section of Chicago with Nadia and Nathan. I had just ended a tumultuous three month affair with another dog in the string of dogs I was dating and I was in a funk and they decided they were going to drag me out to heighten my spirits. I guess it worked. 

Lamar was a tall, light-skinned brother with a bald head and the whitest pearly whites I had ever seen. And he was grinning all up in my face with them. He bought me a drink and we started chatting. It was a wrap from that moment on. I knew from the moment he said, "Hi, I'm Lamar Washington," that I was taking this scrumptious specimen of a man home with me if he was willing. Needless to say, he was willing. 

We ended up talking about all kinds of things in the three hours we were standing at the bar. Hell, we didn't even stop talking to hit the dance floor. I was enraptured with the words that were exiting his perfectly formed, thick lips. Actually, to be completely honest, I don't think that I can recall a lot of what we talked about, I was too busy staring at his lips and wondering what he would look like with his white linen button up shirt and crisply pressed khakis in a heap in a corner of my bedroom. I just know I had to have this man, in all his naked glory, in my bed. I hadn't had a decent lay in damn near a month, and I was ripe and willing for Lamar. I guess I was sending all the right signals, because by the end of the night, long after Nadia and Nathan had already said their goodbyes to return home, Lamar was asking me if I would like to get out of there and go eat somewhere. I nixed that idea immediately and suggested, with the liquor he kept supplying me serving as my liquid courage, that he come over to my place and eat me instead. He was definitely down. And I do mean, down! 

He drove to the Desert Bar, whereas I took the train in with Nadia and Nathan, so we headed over to the lot where his car was valet parked and made the twenty minute drive down Lake Shore Drive to my flat just a few blocks up from my best friend and her newlywed husband's flat and right around the corner from the University of Illinois at Chicago. For the entirety of the ride, I was reaching across the gearshift to massage his inner thighs while he did the same. It wasn't as easy for him because he had to keep shifting gears in his brand new, shiny, candy-apple red, convertible Corvette. We left the top up because as always, the Windy City was windy--for some reason, this night more than any other in recent memory. It was just the same to me.

Miraculously, he was able to find parking directly outside my flat. He deftly pulled in to the parallel spot and came over and opened my door for me. Before I was even able to get out the car fully, he was kissing me with fervor and passion, sticking his thick tongue deep in my mouth as I imagined what it would feel like for the friend beneath his belt line to stick itself just as deeply in my searing moist tunnel. We made out like that for what seemed like hours as he palmed my ample backside and I reached down the front of his pants. I stopped the kissing to whisper to him, "Let's take this inside."

He grabbed my hand and asked, "Which one is yours?" I motioned silently to the row of flats in front of us, and we climbed the stairs two at a time. I was having trouble finding the key to unlock the door to the front of the building, fumbling for the right one because he had moved my thong to the side underneath the short denim skirt I was wearing, and inserted a long, slender finger into my secret hiding place. He was stroking it long and gentle and I was having a hard time focusing on finding the right key. Finally, I had managed, and we went bounding up the stairs to my third story flat. When we got to that door, I again had to find keys. This time, he wasn't as gentle with his fingering. He used short, rapid strokes with his thumb on my hard button and it seemed to penetrate directly to my core. I thought I was going to explode in ecstasy right then and there. Instead, he stopped and pulled his finger out and took my keys from me, leaned me over the railing of the stairs in front of my door, lifted my skirt, pulled my panties to the side, and positioned himself behind me.

I looked back at him with lust in my eyes and whispered, "Right here? My landlord lives just below!"

He didn't seem to care and shushed me as he dropped his khakis and boxers in one fluid motion and pulled a condom out of his wallet and put it on. He was already at full attention and I was wetter than wet. He slid in with ease. I almost screamed at the delicious feeling his filling me brought, instead I let loose a satisfied sigh. At first, he stroked me gently allowing me to adjust to his girth. He was not only lengthy, what I like to call a buck-fifty, because a dollar is six inches long, but he was a nice size around too. Apparently, he knew what he was working with, because he allowed me ample time to get used to his size. I moved slowly back and forth, eventually swaying from side to side, wiggling my apple-bottom and he took that as his indication that I was good and ready for some real action. He cast aside the preemptive gentleness, and started pumping in and out without abandon. I was on my tippy-toes because even in my four inch stiletto pumps, my petite five-four frame was still not quite the right height to match his languid six-four. He placed one hand on my backside and he reached the other around to play with the key to the center of my salvation. I was groaning and moaning as I hadn't in a long while. Lamar eventually had to take his other hand off my round, soft, fleshy behind, and use it to muffle my sounds. I bit the skin between his thumb and forefinger because I was really getting into it and didn't want anything to restrict the screaming out of my pleasure.

He leaned over me to lick on my earlobe, and blow a soft stream of sound into my ear. It took awhile to register that he was actually talking to me because I was so lost in the moment. He was reminding me that I lived above my landlord. I giggled a little bit and brought my moans down a few decibels and replied, "Oooooh, yeah, let's aaahhh, go inside. Uhhhmmmm, you wanted to ahhhh eat anyway." With that he slid out of me and pulled up his pants, still hard as a rock, not bothering to re-buckle his belt, and handed me my keys which I guess he had placed in his pockets before dropping his pants. I calmed myself down enough to find the right key and place it in the lock. Then I took his hand and led him directly to my bedroom.

I slipped out of my skirt and panties and walked over to the stereo and turned on the radio. It was already on WVAZ V103, Chicago's R&B and old school station, and conveniently enough, they were playing Silk's "Freak Me." And Lamar proved to have some singing ability in addition to whatever day job he told me he had. He sang seductively in my ear, "Let me lick you up and down till you say stop. Let me play with your body, baby, make you real hot. Let me do all the things you want me to do. Cause tonight, baby, I wanna get freaky with you." All the while, he was untying the straps to my halter top from behind my neck. He lifted it over my head and proceeded to back me deftly into my bed. As I lay there, he again dropped his pants and boxers and pulled his shirt over his head, not bothering with the buttons. Then he positioned himself on his knees at the foot of the bed and started at licking at my knees. He first tongued down the front of my left knee then lifted my leg up high in the air and started licking the back of my knee, awakening nerves that I didn't know existed. He did the same with my right leg. Then instead of going up like I expected, he licked down my calves, making sure to get my shins too. He finally reached my feet and again started on the left one, first untying the straps that wrapped my stilettos to my calves and allowing the shoe to drop to the floor. He stuck his tongue out and stroked the entirety of my instep with it. I was in heaven! I didn't know that having one's feet licked could feel so good. Then he took my big toe into his mouth. He was sucking on it like as if it tasted like it was chicken from Harold's. He then slipped his tongue in between my big toe and the one next to it before sucking on it as well. He did this with each of my toes then repeated the action on my right foot. I was too far gone! I think I could have had an orgasm right then and there if he hadn't stopped.

Instead, this freaky man licked back up my right leg and licked my inner thighs. I was just lying there, loving every second of it. He nibbled a bit on my inner thigh, making sure to get the left and the right, not neglecting a centimeter of skin between my knees and my pleasure mound. It was like I had died and gone to heaven. I didn't care what happened in the world, as long as Lamar had his tongue on my body, I was good. Then he completely surprised me by stopping. My previously closed eyes now opened with a quickness as I sat up on my elbows and asked him with as much indignation as I could muster in that excited state, "What are you doing?"

He simply smiled a crooked smile at me with his perfectly white teeth and scrumptious thick lips and asked, "Where's the kitchen?"

I answered, "Down the hall, why?"

"You'll see." With that, he left. I heard the whoosh of the air seal on the refrigerator being broken as I imagine he opened the door and began rummaging inside. I guess he found whatever it was he was looking for and closed the door. I heard his footsteps coming back towards the bedroom and was poised to ask him what that was all about but then I saw that he returned carrying a can of whipped cream in one hand and grapes in the other. Whatever I had formulated in my mind to ask him exited my head promptly. I laid back down, no longer propping myself up on my elbows, while he re-assumed his position between my thighs. He took the top of the whipped cream off and shook the can a little then dispensed some on my freshly trimmed triangle of hair. I jumped a little bit because it was cold. But he quickly took care of that by blowing a breath of air from the whipped cream to the spot where my cheeks met the bed. He then popped a grape in his mouth and then leaned down to insert it into my sugar coated walls. He pushed it in with his tongue and then left his tongue in there to swirl around and search for that dime-sized patch of rough, hard skin on my upper wall that was the source of more pleasure than should be legal. Once he found it, as was indicated by the increase in pitch in my moan, he worked at withdrawing the grape he had inserted by applying a hard sucking pressure. He got the grape out and placed it on the mound of whipped cream he created then repeated the same with another grape. By the time there were ten grapes in the mound of whipped cream, I had cum all over his face at least twice already. I lost count. I think he would have kept this up forever if I hadn't begged him to be inside me. Before he obliged, he licked up all the whipped cream and ate all the grapes. But even then, he wasn't done giving me pleasure.

He got up from between my legs and turned me over onto my stomach. I thought he wanted it from behind again so I immediately assumed the position with my head and upper body flat against the bed and my rear in the air, but he pushed me down flat against the bed. I was confused but by this time I was willing to follow this man wherever he wanted to take me in this bedroom jaunt. He climbed up on the bed, this time on his knees between my legs and began to lick my earlobe. Again, he made sure to cover both the left and the right, then he stooped lower and licked from my left shoulder blade all the way across to my right one, sending shivers down my spine. He followed that up my licking down my spine. I quivered with the good feelings that brought. Then he blew all the way back up and this time licked down both sides of my body. I squealed like a schoolgirl into the mattress. It was pleasure beyond anything I had imagined while standing at the bar in the Desert Bar over five hours ago with this man. 

When he reached the dip between my waist and butt, he rose up and paused for a second as if he was trying to think of what he would do next to illicit the loudest moan from me. If that was what he was doing, it didn't take long for him to figure out. He bent down and nibbled on my cheeks, biting them gently as if he were nibbling on an apple or something. Again, I was lost. If I didn't wake my landlords beneath me while we were out on the landing, I was sure I had awoken them now. I was screaming in utter nirvana. He continued the nibbling all the way down my rear and went back to the spots behind my knees and then to my feet. When he finished with the last toe, he turned me over again.

I looked at him, completely satiated, yet yearning for more, and begged him, with hunger in my voice, "Lamar, please, put it in!" Finally, he did after sliding on another condom I handed him from my bedside drawer. This time, I really did scream and I came instantaneously upon his entry. 

"Tell me how much you like it, Lecara."

"Oh God! I love it!"

"Tell me how much."

"Lamar, I love it."

"Tell me what it feels like."

"It feels like little bits of ecstasy."

With that, he started stroking harder and deeper asking, "Just little bits?"

"Ooooh." Was all I could manage to get out.

He flipped me over once again and I assumed the position I was in before, and he grabbed hold of my hips and starting pounding with no mercy and asked again, "Just little bits, Lecara?"

Again, I just mumbled, "Ooooooh." Then I added a few praises to God and His Son. I think I even managed to get out a semblance of his name, "Laaaaaaammmmar."

That seemed to satisfy him. His stroking became even increasingly faster and I could feel him swell inside the sheath of latex and he started groaning and moaning and I felt the release of his pleasure. He held on to my hips with a powerful grip for a whole minute before we both collapsed, with him still inside of me, onto the bed. We were both panting with our breaths coming in ragged, short bursts and fell asleep just like that. 

That was the first night with my current man that I was now having issues with but still, I was reliving it with a wicked grin on my face while standing on the front doorstep to my best friend's flat, pushing the button to the buzzer on the intercom. There was no answer. I tried pushing it a few more times. Still, nothing. I knew she had to be home because we reconfirmed the plans by email just the day prior and she's never not-called to cancel during the twelve years of friendship we shared. So, I knew she must be home. I was a little early, so I figured she might be in the shower or something so I decided I'd just walk around to the back where she had steps up to her balcony and where there was a key in a combination lockbox hidden in one of the potted plants. I had used it plenty of times before in times just like this or whenever I needed a place to crash because I had let yet another dog into my home to live, and needed to get away from him.

It was going to be hell this time though because of all the wetness, but I figured it was better than standing underneath the eave getting hit sideways by the rain, umbrella or not. At least if I walked around to the back, I could be inside and dry. 

I let myself in the gate that surrounded the back the building and walked around to her balcony and started up the stairs. As I reached the third story landing, I looked up and was completely surprised to find Nadia standing on the balcony, her five-five, coca-cola shaped frame standing in the rain, her dark curly jet black hair soaked and hanging limply framing her round olive complexioned face. Her nipples were poking out and standing at attention through the front of her t-shirt. My girl was a hot mess! I started taking the stairs two at a time and completely disregarded my umbrella. I reached her on her balcony and ushered her in the house to the kitchen table and sat her down.

I ran into her guest bathroom where I knew she kept extra towels and went and got one and wrapped it around her shoulders. "Nadi, what's wrong?" I asked with worry in my voice and concern in the wrinkles that were forming on my forehead.