3 comments/ 25426 views/ 0 favorites Finding What's Been Missing Ch. 01 By: lonelylisa Laid off.. I could still hear the words ringing in my ears. I just couldn't believe it. 35 years old, no career, no prospects in site. I don't know why I thought my husband would be more comforting. It wasn't in his nature to nurture me, console me, why should this be any different? Once again, I would find my way through this on my own. The weeks turned into months, slowly at first, but soon enough, I was adjusting to being a housewife. No more did I need the rush of the stock market to make me happy, I was content being home, taking care of the house, seeing to my husbands needs, his wants. But, his wants and needs didn't ever seem to include me. All he seemed to need to be happy was to know someone was cooking dinner, someone would make sure the laundry was done, and that someone handled "things" for him. I needed more, I always had, but I had never done anything about finding it. I needed to be held, to be kissed again. Not those little pecks on the cheek as he's running out the door, but a real kiss, soft, passionate, intense. I needed to feel hands on my body, exploring me, stroking my skin. I needed his voice in my ear, telling me how much he wanted me, even after all these years. I tried asking him, tried talking about it, he just didn't understand. "I like things the way they are Lisa...why do we need to change things?" He had rejected me so many times, pushed me aside, told me... "Later honey, I'm tired, its been a shitty day today." I knew it was wrong, but I had to find the love and attention, the passion I needed so much, and if he couldn't give it to me, then I needed to find it elsewhere. It started simply enough. I found a website, designed specifically for erotic, discreet encounters. He didn't pay the bills, he would never see the charge on the credit card, what the hell, "I'm going to do this" I said out loud, and I signed up. I set up a profile for myself, being very specific about what I wanted, what I was needing, and about how discreet I needed to be. I didn't want to end my marriage, but I needed something more, I needed the fire back in my life. I took a picture with my webcam, careful not to show my face. I arched my back seductively, tossed my head back, and pushed my chest high up into the air, so the sheer fabric of my white lace bra could truly be seen. "There" I said, "that should get someone's attention." I clicked to send the profile off to be approved, and waited the 24 hours it took to be uploaded. I felt like I was on pins and needles the whole time. Never in a million years did I expect the reaction that came from that simple profile. The first day I had over 20 responses. The second, over 40, and by the end of the first week, I had heard from over 200 men, all who lived within 100 miles of me. I was over whelmed. Most of them were very similiar.... "Hey baby, I can cure what's ailing you, I will lick your pussy for hours, and make you scream my name" Sure ya can buddy I thought to myself. I was polite to each and every one of them, always being sure to reply with a "thanks, but no thanks" response. Out of the 200, there were 2 or 3 that actually seemed sane, or they could at least spell, and didn't go on for hours about their amazing sexual skills. To those few, I replied with my email address, and encouraged another response. The first to get my attention was David. We emailed back and forth a dozen times a day, called each other at least that often. He wasn't married, but he lived with someone, and he felt exactly the same way I did, just ask him. We had the same taste in music, same views on life, politics, etc. Of course he was telling the truth. Why in the hell would a man on the internet lie to a lonely, horny married woman who obviously wants sex? What could he possible hope to gain from THAT? Being the naive, trusting woman I am, of course I met him within a week. Of course I believed every word he said, and of course I slept with him, right there, on the beach, under the blankets he had brought with him. Of course the very next day he was so busy he didn't have time to email me except for one time. I was crushed, I had been totally taken in. "That's it" I said to myself never again, and I meant it, until Dale. Dale had emailed me a few times, I had given him my home email, and we had even chatted in instant messenger. He knew I was meeting David, and he knew I was pretty much unavailable..But we still talked almost everyday online. He was so funny, so sweet, he just made me feel good. When the meeting went bad with David, I stayed away for a few days, but he kept leaving me offline messages. Finally, I gave him my phone #, and he called the very next afternoon. He was on his way back from a golf tournament, and wanted me to meet him, right then, in 30 minutes. I looked like hell, and if I would have had time to think about it, I would have backed out. He knew that, and timed it perfectly. As I was getting ready to hang up the phone he said.... "Wear a sheer bra Lisa." I laughed out loud, and told him in no uncertain terms... "You aren't going to see my bra, or anything else buddy, we're meeting to talk, and that's IT!" "Just wear it Lisa, please?" I laughed again, said "maybe" and hung up the phone. I quickly darted to find clothes, and to find a sheer bra, even though I had said no. For some reason, something inside of me told me to do it. I quickly brushed my long blond hair, put make up on, being sure to wear the sheer pink lipstick that I know looks perfect with my blond hair and hazel eyes. One last look in the mirror, and I was out the door with car keys in hand. I called his cell phone as I got close to the restaurant, and he was already there, waiting for me, in the parking lot. We laughed, teased, just as we always had. It just felt natural, and it felt FUN, and I was missing fun. We had exchanged pictures, so we knew what each other looked like already. He was a handsome man of 40, beautiful eyes, and one of the most amazing smiles I had seen in a long time. I am nowhere near a beauty queen in anyway, and Im comfortable with that. I'm just the "housewife next door," but for some reason, he made me feel sexy. We stayed on the phone till I pulled into the parking lot. I could feel my heart in my chest, and my whole body was shaking. He got out of his SUV, and walked towards my car, smiling. He was dressed casual from his day of golfing, and he looked amazing. I noticed the eyes right away, more then anything. He looked directly at me when he talked to me, and that means a lot. We laughed and joked as we walked to the door of the restaurant, and I picked on his tan lines on his ankles from too many hours golfing in the Florida sun. At one point our arms brushed against one another, and I felt my body stir from that simple touch. At that moment, I just KNEW this was the man, this was who I was hoping to find. The conversation flowed so easily between us. Laughing at each others jokes, listening to one another, it felt like we had been friends for years. Even as the conversation turned sexual, it still felt comfortable, safe, and very erotic. Our legs had been rubbing against one another most of the conversation, and I could feel my body responding to him even with these simple gestures. My panties had begun to feel moist, and I knew my nipples were hardening in the sheer bra he had asked me to wear. Several times he had reached for my hand, to stroke my fingers, and each time I felt my body stirring. With no warning, his hand reached across the table at the booth we were sitting at, and his fingers rubbed my nipple through my shirt. I gasped softly, and looked around the crowded restaurant to see if anyone could see us. I noticed an elderly woman smiling at me, and my face flushed. He rolled my nipple gently between his fingers, stroking it through the fabric of my blouse, and the sheer silk of my bra.. Again with no warning, his hand moved back across to his side of the table, and I felt the need for him growing within me. He paid for our drinks, and we walked out of the restaurant. As we approached his SUV we agreed we would meet again soon, very soon, when we both had more time. I stood next to him at the driver door and was prepared to say goodbye to him, for now anyway. His lips moved close to mine and he kissed me softly, tenderly, and pulled back, looking at me, smiling. I heard myself gasp from the soft, sensual kiss, and I leaned closer to him, wanting to feel his lips on mine again. My lips parted slightly and I felt his tongue enter my mouth, soft, deep, exploring me. Soft moans were coming from me as his hand returned to my nipple once more and began rolling it gently. His tongue, gently probing my mouth, felt so warm, so electric between my lips. I pressed my body closer to his and moaned into his mouth through the kiss. Any resistance I had was being melted away through this kiss. He must have been able to sense this, because he broke the kiss and looked at me and whispered.. "Get in the other side." I climbed in his car, and as soon as the door closed his mouth was on mine once more. His tongue probing deep between my lips as my own lips sucked onto it gently. I was moaning into his mouth as his hands roamed over my face. His fingers running through my hair, gently pulling it back away from my cheek, tugging at it teasingly. My hand was on his thigh, just above his knee, feeling the muscles as his body tensed from the kiss. His free hand found my nipple once more, and he pinched it gently through my shirt, causing my back to arch into the car seat. His fingers found their way to the buttons on my blouse, and he undid the top 2, reaching his hand inside quickly, tracing his fingers over my erect nipple through the thin fabric of my bra. My body was trembling, my skin was covered in goose bumps, and I felt more alive then I had in years. Quickly his hand was inside my bra, he had somehow unhooked the front hook, and my breast was firmly in his hand now. His lips on my ears, his tongue licking across my earlobes, whispering to me, telling me how great my tits felt, how much he wanted me. My hand moved up his thigh and rubbed over his cock through his shorts. He was rock hard, and I rubbed my fingers over the head through the khaki fabric. He groaned into my mouth as I began pressing my thumb firmly on the head. His body was tightening, his muscles tensing, and his hips were pressing into my hand. He pulled his hand from my breast for a moment, and reached up the leg of his shorts and freed his cock for me. I looked down at it, smiling. It was so beautiful, so hard. The head was the most wonderful shade of purplish red, and as my eager hand reached towards it once more, it jerked slightly upward. My thumb rubbed over the head softly, feeling the precum that had formed. I rubbed it over the tip, feeling how slick it was, how smooth it felt under my fingertip. I felt so drawn to it, as if it was calling to me somehow. This was by no means the first cock I had ever seen, but it was certainly one of the most beautiful. His lips returned near my ear, and once more his hand was on my breast, teasing the nipple, tugging harder this time. He was breathing warm, steamy breath into my ear. His tongue was rubbing over my earlobe, sliding inside of my ear, licking over it firmly. Normally, my ears are not sensitive, but at that moment, I could feel my clit coming alive, hardening, as if his tongue on my ear was actually licking over my hardening clit. I wanted his cock in my mouth right at that moment. I needed to know how he tasted, needed to feel him throbbing between my lips. I couldn't seem to take my eyes off it. I found myself imaging how it would feel between my lips, my tongue rolling over the head, teasing the opening. I wanted to feel my tongue running down the shaft, finally reaching his balls, so I could take them one at a time into my mouth. I had to have him, all of him. He must have sensed this, because at that moment he whispered to me... "I can't wait to taste you." I gasped loudly as I heard his words, and lifted my head, looking up, into his eyes. My lips returned to his, hard, powerful, filled with lust, desire, pure animal NEED. His tongue was piercing my mouth, and my lips were sucking firmly on it, as if it were his cock, trying to milk it of its creamy, warm milky fluid. I began to stoke the shaft of that beautiful cock slowly and firmly, being sure to rub my thumb over the head with each stroke up of my hand. It was thick, and though my hands are not tiny, my fingers were barely able to wrap around it. It felt so powerful in my grasp, and once more I found myself imagining it in my mouth, throbbing between my lips. The parking lot was so busy, and it was still daylight out, and more then once I know someone had to have seen us. Seen his hand on my breast, seen his lips sucking on my nipple, and seen my hand stroking his cock as we sat in the front seat. Without saying the words, we both knew we couldn't go any further, not there, not that day, and that only made it that much more intense. His hand moved to between my thighs and he began to rub firmly over my pussy through my jeans. I grabbed onto his hand quickly, and said.. "No, we can't, not here." but he continued. I looked out the front window of the car, watching the people in the parking lot, and my body began to tremble. I closed my eyes, and I felt my body giving in to him. My hips began to rock on his hand slowly. His fingers were pressing the seam of my jeans between my swollen pussy lips, and I could feel it rubbing against my clit. His tongue on my skin, his words in my ear, my hand on his cock, and his fingers rubbing my dripping pussy through my jeans was too much for me to bear. I was gasping hard for breath, and I knew I was close to cumming. Just at that moment a car pulled into the spot directly in front of us, and we knew we had to stop, the risk was too great. We both laughed out loud as we pulled our hands from one another's bodies. We wanted to make love, not go to jail for indecent exposure. As we were trying to adjust our clothes, and catch our breath, his hand quickly returned to my nipple and he pinched it hard between his fingers. My head dropped to his shoulder and I sucked in my breath deeply. His pressure on my nipple increased as he whispered into my ear...... "I don't want you to forget me, or how this how feels." The pressure on my nipple was intense. Never before had anyone pinched with such force, and it was overwhelming. My body was shaking once more. He had reached that fine line between pain and pleasure, and I was overcome with desire for him. In that brief moment, I knew he had control of my body. I knew I was his. I had found what was missing. I knew I HAD to have him. I wanted to feel his mouth on my body, feel his cock fucking me, feel him deep in my pussy. I wanted that beautiful cock in my ass, in my mouth, everywhere. This meeting was 5 days ago, and I can still feel his fingers on my nipple. Still feel his tongue in my mouth, and still feel his cock throbbing in my hand. We have plans to meet again soon, very soon, and every time I think about it, my body trembles, my pussy becomes wet, and my hand longs to feel his cock in my grasp again. Never before have I felt such deep passion for a man. Finding What's Been Missing Ch. 02 This is the second chapter in a story I’ve begun about a married woman finding passion and sex with another married man, who she met thru an internet discreet encounters website. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. My thoughts kept drifting to Dale. From the moment we met in that parking lot almost 2 weeks ago, I couldn’t seem to get him out of my head. More than once during the past days I had found myself thinking of him, imagining us together, and had become aroused. One night, I was so overtaken with thoughts of him, that I lied in bed next to my sleeping husband, listening to him snore, and brought myself to orgasm. With my eyes closed, I could almost feel his mouth on my skin, kissing softly down my stomach, his tongue licking gently at my skin. My back arched, and tiny gasps escaped my lips, as I slowly opened my thighs. As I slid my fingertips between the lips of my pussy I could feel his tongue there, tasting me, almost inhaling my scent. I opened my lips, tugging at them gently, as I had done hundreds of times before, but this time, it wasn’t my fingers, it was him, and his fingers. Lost in my fantasy I could feel his warm breath on me, blowing gently across the hood of my clit, sending shivers thru my body. I found myself biting my lower lip to stop the moans from escaping my lips that I so desperately needed to release. My hips began to rock in small steady circles as just the tip of my finger pressed inside of my already wet pussy. I traced my thumb directly over my clit and my hips lifted off of the bed, as if trying to find his mouth. My free hand almost instinctively reached for my left nipple and I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. As the pressure on my clit increased, so did my fingers on my nipple. I felt my orgasm rising within me, and I began to pinch my nipple harder, just as he had in his car 2 weeks ago. “Oh god, yes, yes” I cried out.....barely keeping my cries at a whisper. I slid my finger deeply into my pussy, and I could feel the muscles contracting tightly as my orgasm began its release. It wasn’t my finger any longer, it was his tongue, plunging deep inside of me, and I came with such force that my body trembled. I could hear how wet I was as I slid my finger in and out of my pussy, and I needed to taste it. Slowly, as if it were his tongue, I traced my finger up over my stomach, barely touching my skin. I circled it around my left nipple, which was still hard from the steady pinching it had endured. Gently, almost teasingly, I rubbed it over my lower lip, so slow I made myself gasp again. My tongue slipped from between my lips and licked over the tip of it. Mmm...there it was. That familiar, musky, almost sweet taste of my pussy. It’s not that I hadn’t tasted myself before, it was just..... this time, it was different. It wasn’t my finger in my mouth that I was sucking greedily on, it was his tongue. The tongue that had just brought me to orgasm almost effortlessly. I savored the taste, as if my body had been waiting for him to awaken my desires for years. For a moment, I felt guilt. Guilt over coming to orgasm imagining another man touching me. I looked over to my husband, still sleeping soundly. I rolled over on my side and brushed my hand over his arm. No reaction. I leaned closer to him, and kissed his cheek softly. Still no reaction. I slid my hand under the comforter and rubbed my fingers gently down his stomach, tracing them over the waistband of the shorts he insisted on sleeping in. His body stirred, and he grumbled deeply under his breath. He opened his eyes and looked at me briefly, then rolled over on his other side, his back to me. There was the reaction, the one I had become all too familiar with over the years. Sex took place when HE wanted it to. While it had never been a very regular occurrence in our marriage, over the last few years it had seemed to dwindle to about 2 or 3 times a month. I had tried complaining, tried talking, even came to close to begging on more than one occasion. The answers were always the same. “I’m sorry honey, I'm tired” or.... “What’s wrong with the way things are Lisa?” The guilt was gone, in that moment. Once more, I had tried, and once more, I had been denied. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I knew that I needed more then he either could, or wanted to give me. I had a right to experience pleasure, to feel passion, and to feel wanted by someone, and I wasn’t going to deny myself this time. It had been almost 2 weeks since Dale and I had met at that restaurant. During that time, we had talked a couple times on the phone, emailed each other almost every day, and tried to make plans to get together. Things kept coming up, and plans kept getting postponed. I was slowly learning that having an affair was not an easy thing, but I knew the effort it was taking would be worth it, and I refused to give up hope. It was a sunny, humid Thursday morning, and I was re-arranging all the furniture in the living room, something I seemed to do every couple months. The phone rang, and without even looking at the caller ID, I picked it up, almost out of breath from dragging the couch across the hardwood floors. “Hello”...I gasped, trying to catch my breath enough to speak. It was him. “Baby, I want to see you. I NEED to see you. Today. This afternoon.” I felt the smile beaming across my face instantly. He NEEDED to see me. I had longed to hear those words for so long, and here they were, being spoken to me. I heard myself gasp again, not from moving the furniture, but from hearing the desire in his voice. “Dale, I need to see you too. I can’t stop thinking about you. Just tell me when.” “Today, this afternoon, meet me at the same place, 3 pm, can you make it?” My voice became softer, almost in a trance as I answered him. “I’ll be there Dale, I need to be with you.” We said our goodbyes, and I quickly finished moving the furniture around. I ran a bubble bath, deciding I needed to take some time and relax. Even though this was something I wanted, something I knew I needed, I was nervous. I felt so much for this man, and seeing him again was intoxicating for me. I wasn’t feeling any guilt over my thoughts for him at this moment, only desire. I decided to dress casually, but with much thought. I chose another sheer bra. The one I had worn in my ad on the website. Sheer white lace, with embroidered pink roses around the cups. I knew my nipples could clearly be seen thru thru the flimsy fabric, and that’s what I wanted. I chose a pair of black sheer panties, string bikinis, that showed my shaved pussy thru them. My body was no where near perfect, but as I looked at myself in the mirror I felt sexy. I tugged on jeans, and a navy blue blouse that zipped up the front. It wasn’t low cut, but the zipper reached just above the cleavage of my 38c breasts, and when I leaned forward, you could see the outline of my bustline. I left my hair down, uncurled, just falling causally over my shoulders. I knew he loved to have his hands in it, and the long blond locks fell softly over my blue blouse. I sprayed on perfume, a soft floral scent, and dabbed sheer pink lipstick onto my lips. I grabbed my purse, my cell phone, and my keys and ran out the door, giving myself just enough time to meet him. I pulled into the parking lot, and saw he had beat me there, just as before. I felt the smile returning to my face seeing his SUV, and my hands began to tremble slightly. I knew he couldn’t see me clearly thru the dark tinted windows of my car, but I saw him smile and wave to me as I parked in the spot next to him. I quickly grabbed my things and got out of my car as I saw him reach over and unlock the passenger door for me. He opened the door for me, and I slid up into the seat, placing my things on the floor board. My eyes locked on his, and I knew my smile was beaming. His hand reached to my hair, and he stroked his fingers thru it, pulling it back from my face. “Mmm, I’ve missed you” he said, as his lips moved to mine. The moment his lips touched mine, I heard a moan come from deep within me. My hand reached to his face, and my lips parted, almost instinctively, needing to feel his tongue within my mouth once more. I felt the tip of his tongue rub over my lower lip just before he slowly slid it inside my mouth, just for a brief moment. He withdrew his mouth from mine slowly, breathing my breath as he pulled away, looking at me. “Not here baby, not this time, we’re going somewhere where we can be alone” he said, smiling at me. We talked as he drove, catching up on each others lives the past few days. I’m not even sure if I can recall the conversation. All I heard was his voice, I don’t think I could remember what he said exactly, but the tone of his voice sent shivers thru my body. Just being with him, close, alone was arousing me more then I thought possible. I wasn’t even paying attention to where we were going, until he turned into a parking lot of a motel. He pulled out back, and parked in front of a row of the rooms facing the interstate. He turned off the engine, and reached into his pocket, and produced a key card. He looked over to me and smiled, and simply said.... “Come on baby.” I could feel my heart beating thru my chest as I climbed out of the vehicle. He met me at the passenger door and grabbed onto my hand gently. His fingers felt so strong entwined with mine as he led me to the door. He slid the key card into the slot and pushed the door open for me, and I walked into the dimly lit room. My legs felt shaky, as if they were about to give way as I placed my purse on the table inside the door. I heard the door close as I walked further into the room, towards the king size bed. I looked at it, and took a deep breath into my lungs, and turned to face him. His hand reached for my cheek, and his fingers stroked it softly, looking into my eyes, smiling. He whispered to me.... “Are you nervous?” I was barely able to speak, my voice cracked slightly as I replied back to him....”A little.” His thumb rubbed over my lower lip, and he simply said......”Don’t be.” He took my hand in his, and led me to the edge of the bed, and sat down, looking up at me. Without taking my eyes from his, I sat down next to him, my thigh brushed close to his. The moment I sat down, he leaned close to me, and placed his lips on mine. I felt his hand on my back, guiding me back onto the bed. His lips were so warm on mine, I could feel the heat coming from his body. My tongue slid over his lower lip, tasting him, breathing his breath into my mouth. His lips sucked onto my tongue, and drew it firmly into his mouth, and I gasped loudly. I slid my tongue from between his lips and looked up at him and smiled, saying..... “Oh God Dale, I want you so much right now, I need you.” He moved off of the bed and began to pull his shirt over his head, his eyes on mine. I slid back further on the bed, kicking my shoes off as I moved, watching him. He kicked his shoes off, and began to undo his shorts, sliding them down his thighs. As his shorts fell to the floor, my eyes wandered to his boxers, where I could see how hard his cock was. It was pressing hard against the fabric. He smiled at me, and without looking away, his hands gripped the waistband and he slid them down his legs stepping out of them. He must have heard the deep gasp of air I took as I saw him before me, naked, his cock so hard it was pointing directly at me. I reached my hands to the button on my jeans, and he moved toward me and said.... “No, Lisa, let me.” He bent over my body, and his hands moved directly to the button I had just undone. He looked up to me, then dropped his face, placing soft kisses on my stomach as his hands began to slowly slide the zipper down. My back arched up from the bed, and my hips lifted slightly, allowing him to slowly tug my jeans down. His mouth moved just above the sheer fabric of my black panties, and he nibbled gently at my skin. He pulled my jeans down to my calves, and I tugged them off with my feet. His lips hovered just over my pussy, and I could feel his breath on me. My hands moved to his hair, and I cried out.... “Oh Dale, yes.....oh my god, You’re driving me crazy right now.” He looked up at me and smiled, and replied......”Baby, we haven’t even started yet.” His thumbs hooked into the tiny strips of fabric on my hips from my panties, and he began to slide them down my hips. His hands were moving so slowly, it felt like hours. His mouth moved to my hip, kissing the exposed skin, nibbling on me. My body was trembling below him, my head tossed back, and I knew he was enjoying teasing me with his achingly slow movements. I lifted my hips once more as I felt my panties being pulled further down my body. He slid them off of my legs, and dropped them to the floor. I opened my eyes, and watched him straddle my body. I could feel his cock pressing against my stomach as his hands reached for the zipper on the front of my blouse. I began to be aware of how wet I had become, feeling the moisture on my thighs as I rubbed them together. He bent over me, his mouth near mine, and just as my lips reached to his, he bent his head down, placing his lips on my neck instead. I felt his teeth pulling gently at my tender neck as his lips moved lower, his tongue tracing over my collarbone. I placed my hands on his hips, my fingernails slightly touching his skin, teasing him with my soft touches. As his hands slid the zipper down, his tongue followed behind, licking between my breasts, running his tongue over the fabric of my bra, then following the zipper down my stomach. He sat back up, and with eyes locked on mine once more, he opened my blouse completely. I sat slightly up on the bed, and slid the blouse down my shoulders and off of my body. Before I laid back down, I reached behind my body and unhooked my bra. As I laid fully back on the bed, I slowly slid the bra down my arms, holding it over my breasts as I freed my arms from it. His eyes watched my movements intently. Ever so slowly, I pulled the sheer white fabric away from my breasts, and tossed the bra onto the bed. My fingers rubbed over my nipples as I watched him above me. I couldn’t stand it anymore, I had to feel his body pressed to mine. I reached up to him, and pulled him down on top of me. My lips locked onto his, and my tongue probed deep into his mouth. He slid down along side of me, his body leaning over mine, and his hand began to run over my right breast. My back arched up, pushing my nipple hard into the palm of his hand, and I moaned into his mouth. The feel of our naked bodies so close together was overpowering, I felt my breath being taken away. My hand reached for him ,and I ran my fingers down his stomach, needing to feel his cock. The head of it pressed against my fingers, and I circled it with my thumb and index finger just below the head, pressing around it firmly, twirling my fingers in half circle movements. I broke the kiss and looked up to him and whispered... “Oh Dale, do you have any idea how much I want to taste you, how much I need your cock in my mouth right now?” Before he had time to respond to me, I pushed him over onto his back. I moved onto my knees, and looked down at him. I could hear his breathing getting ragged. I moved my body in between his legs, as my lips softly kissed his, teasing him. Slowly, so slowly I could feel him jumping slightly below me, my tongue began to move down his neck. Tiny nibbles on his skin with my teeth, sucking at his flesh, savoring the scent of his body. My mouth moved to his nipple, and I sucked it into my mouth, rolling my tongue over the tip, feeling it hardening. His hands were in my hair as I moved from first one nipple, and then the other. My fingers replaced my tongue as my lips began their decent down his stomach. I wanted him in my mouth so badly, needed to feel the head of his cock pressed deep in my throat, but I didn’t want to rush this. As my lips reached closer to his cock I lifted my head, smiled at him, and simply said.....”Mmmm.” The tip of my tongue extended just past my lips, and I licked gingerly at the tip of his cock. I felt his body jump, and heard a groan deep within him. I looked back up to him, and slowly began to swirl my tongue just around the head, being careful not to close my lips around it. I wanted to tease him for a while. My tongue moved to just below the head, circling underneath it as I held my lips open around it, breathing warm breath on him. “Mmmmm Dale, you feel so good in my mouth, I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I met you.” My left hand moved to the base of the shaft, and I wrapped my thumb and index finger around it, just above his balls. I didn’t stroke it yet, I just held them there, wrapped firmly around it, squeezing it every few seconds. My tongue began to lick down the length of his shaft, swirling around it as the head rubbed against my cheek. His hands were in my hair, pulling it, and his hips were rocking against me, as if he was trying to force me to take him into my mouth. I looked up at him and smiled, and he grunted and said..... “My God Lisa, do you know what you’re doing to me right now?” “What’s the matter baby, doesn’t this feel good?” As soon as I said those words, I dropped my lips to his balls, and began to lick them, first one, and then the other. My fingers that had been wrapped around the base of the shaft began to stroke him finally, but only about half way up the length of his cock. I just couldn’t stop looking at it, it was so beautiful, so amazingly hard, I just couldn’t stop imagining it deep inside of me. My tongue moved to just below his balls, and I licked and sucked gently at the sensitive skin, moaning softly as my hand began to stroke the whole length of his shaft. His hips were lifting up from the bed, and his body was rocking harder against me. I started to suck his balls into my mouth, moving from one, then to the other, tasting them, breathing in the scent of his body. I moaned as my lips were wrapped around them, sending vibrations thru them, and I knew I was driving him crazy. I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to have him in my mouth. I placed my lips just above the head and looked up to him. His eyes were wild with desire. I traced my tongue over the tip and whispered to him..... “You’re ready, aren’t you Dale? I want you to cum in my mouth baby, I want to taste you.” He rubbed his hands over my cheeks, and then placed his hands back in my long blond hair. I opened my mouth, my eyes still on his, and I closed my lips just below the head. I sucked softly on him, as my mouth began its decent down the shaft. My tongue was dancing in circles around it, moving lower and lower, taking him deep into my mouth. One hand was on his balls, stroking them, and the other was wrapped firmly around the base, squeezing. I knew he was too large for me to be able to deep throat him for any extended period of time, but I wanted to feel the head pressed against the back of my throat. I took a deep breath in, and slid him fully into my throat. When I felt the head pressed deep into my mouth I began to moan onto it, knowing he could feel the vibrations of my vocal cords. His hands gripped hard at my hair, and he held me there, just for a moment. His hips rocked into me, and I felt the muscles in his body tensing. “That’s it baby” he groaned to me.....”oh yeah, right there.” My mouth started to move up and down the length of his shaft, my tongue swirling, rubbing over the head, circling it, sucking the tip with each stroke up of my lips. His body was keeping in time with my mouth, he was fucking my mouth, and I knew he was close to cumming. My hand wrapped firm around the base, sliding up and down him, following the movements of my mouth. Finding What's Been Missing Ch. 02 His balls began to tighten in the palm of my other hand, and when I sensed he was about to cum, I placed my pinky finger just above his ass and pressed gently against it, rubbing small, soft circles around it. My lips locked fully just below the head, and I sucked firmly on the sensitive underside, stroking my tongue in circles. “Oh damn Lisa, I'm going to cum baby, I'm going to cum right in your mouth.” His hands pulled hard on my hair, holding my mouth in place. I continued circling my tongue around the head, pressing the tip of it firmly against him. His body tensed below me, and I felt the first stream of his cum rushing into my mouth. He began to grunt, almost animal like... “Yes, yes, yes, Lisa, yessss” I held my lips and my tongue still, feeling the warm, milky fluid running down my throat. I could taste the salty flavor on my tongue, and I sucked harder onto the head for a moment, milking him of every drop he had to offer my lips. His body began to relax some, and hips rested onto the bed once more. As I started to move my lips off of him, I felt some of his cum drip out of the corner of my mouth. He was looking down at me, his eyes glassy. I scooped up the cum from the corner of my mouth with my fingertip, and slipped it between my lips, sucking it clean as he watched me. “Mmmm Dale, God you taste good baby, I needed you to cum in my mouth.” He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up, laying me down on the bed next to him. His body moved to its side to lean over me. I could feel his heart, still beating hard. His hands were stroking softly thru my hair, his eyes on mine. He lowered his lips near mine and whispered to me.... “Now it’s my turn baby.” Thank you so much for all the wonderful feedback on Chapter 1 of this story. If there is enough continued interest, I will go on with more segments.