0 comments/ 11410 views/ 0 favorites Meeting a Friend By: RjThoughts He sat in the hotel and read his book, quietly, as he waited for the lunch time to arrive. This was his first trip to Texas, his first trip to see his friend for over a year. The two have conversed, both online and on the phone, and have found a special friendship, one based not on sex but on mutual intellectual stimulation. They liked each other for their mind, an unusual occurrence these days on the Internet. Although he had seen her pictures, he wondered what she looked like: did her pictures do her justice? "I should not be thinking these things," he said to himself as he put his book down and readied himself to travel the few miles to the park for his picnic meeting with his friend and her family. "Relax Justin," he said to himself as he felt his heart begin to pound. He was nervous. "Well, let's go," he said as he fixed his hair one more time and walked out the door. As he locked the door, his phone rang. Quickly, he ran back inside to answer it. "Hello," he said breathlessly. It was Jennifer, his friend. "What's the matter?" he asked. "Nothing is wrong. I just wanted to tell you my husband and daughters won't be joining us," she told him. His nervousness, once under control, was now returning and in a greater amount. "How come?" he asked. He wanted her family there, he wanted to meet them. "My husband had some tickets for a magic show and is bringing the girls with him," she answered. He wondered to himself why she did not know he had that planned before they were to meet but let it go. "I'll still see you in ten minutes?" he asked, his voice almost cracking from nerves. "Yes, hon," she answered directly. If she could tell he was anxious and shy, she did not let on. He felt more at ease with this call. "Kiss and hugs dear," she said before they ended their conversation. He sighed heavily as he put the phone down and thought of what was to come. Justin Rochateau, a stay-at-home dad, was just an information maniac when he was introduced to the Internet three years ago. Now as an inspiring writer, he was grateful for the knowledge he had gathered on the net and for the friends he has made, Jennifer Owens one of them. As he pulled into the park, his breath became labored. "Why am I having an anxiety attack?" he thought to himself as he found an open spot and turned off the rental car. For a few moments, he sat and, with his eyes closed, he tried to gather his thoughts and emotions. After all, this was not the first meeting he has had with online friends, and certainly not his last, but there was something different with her. Something that made his emotions made him behave like a 15-year-old on his first date. His palms were sweaty, his heart rate was increased, and his thoughts were of her not liking him. "We are both married," he kept telling himself as he tried to calm himself. He smiled as he realized there was no need for all the emotions. "We are just friends," he said as he got out of the car and locked it. Justin smiled broadly as he thought of what kind of fool he was for all the worry over Jennifer. "Excuse me?" a tall, beautiful woman asked him as he leaned against the rental. It took him a few moments to recognize her: it was Jennifer. "My God, your pictures do no do you justice," he said with both surprise and excitement. His mouth and eyes were wide open as he looked at his friend. "Oh stop," she said as she blushed. She never thought her pictures were good, but she never thought she was stunning in real life either. "No, I mean it," he added as he put his arms around her and hugged her. She put hers tightly around him and held Justin tightly. The embrace between two friends lasted three minutes or so, broken only when Jennifer realized she left the picnic basket in her car. "Come help me get the picnic basket out of my car," she said to him as they instinctively reached for and held each other's hand. When they arrived at the car, she opened the door and pointed out for him to take both the whicker basket and red and black plaid blanket. She took out two bottles of wine and two long stemmed wine glasses from the other side. "I think you'll enjoy this," she said as raised a bottle. She was an excellent judge of wines and he had full confidence in her choice. He smiled and nodded. "I know I will," he said as he closed the door and began to walk to met her. She took his arm and they began to walk as the sun, which had been ducking behind clouds all day, finally disappeared and threw them into a grayish light. "You'll like what I brought," she told him as they walked on the path which led to a patch of grass locals use as a picnic lawn. She put the glasses and bottles down and was about to spread the blanket out when a few rain drops began to fall. She turned to her guest and gave him a crestfallen look. "Damn," she said as she folded the blanket back up and tried to hold her emotions. Justin reached out to her to give her a hug. As she approached him, her feelings got the best of her and she began to cry. "Why are you crying, Jen?" he said as he put her head on his chest. She tried to tell him, but the rain began to fall much harder. They needed to get out of the weather and to their cars. "Come, let's get to your car," he said as he picked up the basket, wine, and glasses. He pulled her to her car. Jennifer unlocked the door and unlocked the passenger side. As Justin put the food and wine in the back seat, Jennifer sighed heavily. She wiped the tears from her face. "Now what?" she asked as Justin sat. "We could go back to my room and have an indoor picnic," he suggested. She giggled like a school girl and smiled, a smile she thought she could not do. "Okay," she said. Jennifer started her car and drove it to his. "I'll follow you," she called out to him as he switched cars. He gave her a thumb's up as he opened the rental's door. Quickly, he started the Pontiac and put the headlights, wipers, and radio on, and pulled out of the lot. The short drive back to the hotel was made even shorter as he thought of her. She was beautiful, he thought. Nothing like what she described herself to him over the months they talked. "I hope she likes me," he said to himself as he pulled into the hotel's parking lot. He looked in his rear view mirror and saw her smile. All fears melted away with every raindrop that fell. They found two empty parking spots and parked as the rain began to fall even harder. He looked out the side window and rolled down the window. "Let me get the blanket," he screamed to her over the pounding raindrops. She agreed, knowing what he wanted to do. With quick movements, he stepped out of his car and to the backseat of hers. He unfolded the blanket and stepped back out, walking to her door and holding the blanket high to cover her head. The two then jogged to the hotel entrance. "Stay here, I'll get the basket and wine," Justin told her as he ran back to her car. Grabbing the glasses, he put them in the basket. He took the bottles and basket and looked out at the weather. If it was possible, it was raining harder. "Damn," he screamed as he readied himself to run back to the hotel. Shouting an explicative the entire distance, Justin reached her without spilling any of the basket's contents. "I'm impressed," she told him through a broad and bright smile. Without thinking, he kissed her check, catching her by surprise. "Thank you," he said as he held out his arm for her to grab. "Let's get out of this," he said as she took his arm and the two walked into the hotel. There was no line at the elevator, but they still had to wait for its arrival. Jennifer took this time to tell Justin she was nervous about meeting him. "You are the first person from online that I have met that has made me feel like a school girl," she said as a blush came to her face. Justin smiled and blushed as he thought to himself what he went through earlier: feeling like a teenager himself. "But why me?" he asked in surprise. He was not expecting an answer but the question needed to be asked. "You excite my mind, you have this ability to make me feel good about myself, you make me laugh," she said as the elevator doors opened and allowed them to walk in. Justin pressed the button to his floor and looked straight ahead. He knew if he looked over at Jennifer he would not only blush but most likely smile uncontrollably. "Shall I go on?" she asked as the doors closed. "No, you've embarrassed me enough," he answered. It was not that he was embarrassed, it was that he went into this meeting to seeing a friend for the first time, and she was making it difficult for him not to have romantic feelings. The elevator reached his floor and they got out, walking quickly to his room. Nervously, he put the key card in the slot and opened the door. He stepped to the side and let her walk in first. She walked to a chair and draped the blanket, letting it dry. "Now what?" she asked Justin. "Take the bedspread and put that on the floor," he answered as he closed the door. She nodded her head and pulled the spread off. Before she could put it on the floor, they needed to move a few things, like a table and some chairs. He smiled as he moved the furniture and she neatly throw down the bedspread. She walked over and took the basket. "I'm going to get some ice," Justin said as he took the bucket and key card. She nodded in agreement as she took out some bread, a knife, and a few dishes. He gave her one final look before he closed the door behind him. Justin stood for a moment trying to calm his excitement, because there was no reason for him to feel this way. His heart was pounding, he was sweating, he was smiling widely. He truly felt like a teenager on a date. "Stop it," he said to himself as he approached the ice machine. "We are both married. We both love our spouses. I should not think of this as anything other than a meeting between two friends," he mumbled as he filled the ice bucket. With it full, he turned and walked back to the hotel. He put the key card into the lock and push in the door when he heard the click. As the door opened, he saw Jennifer had the picnic food spread out on the bedspread, the wine breathing, and her glass half filled. "Welcome back," she said to him with a toast of her glass. He giggled. "Cute," he said as he took the ice over to the indoor picnic. As he was sitting, she handed him a glass and poured him some wine. "I think you will like this," she said, stopping when the glass was half filled. He took the glass to his nose and smell. With the glass at his lips, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the full aroma and taste of the red fermented liquid. He let the wine flow over his tongue and tasted the libation. "You're right, I like this," he said as he smiled and gave her a wink. She smiled back and placed her hand on his knee in an innocent gesture. He placed his hand on top of hers and squeezed gently. For an awkward moment the two stared into each other's eyes, not sure what to do. Justin felt something, something her touch released. His heart began to race once more, his mouth became wetter, his breathing labored. "What are we doing?" he whispered more to himself as she moved her hand forward and he leaned into her. "I have no idea," she whispered back as she closed her eyes. Their lips met, and for a brief moment, they forgot who they were. An electric sensation permeated his body, causing his already rapid heart rate to increase. His breathing, labored before, became almost impossible. He felt tiny beads of sweat begin on his forehead. As he opened his mouth as they kissed, he felt her tongue searching, searching for his. He reached out and put his arms around her, pulling her closer. "No, we shouldn't," she said as she pushed him away. He knew she was right, they should not be kissing. Nothing more than friendship should happen. "I'm sorry for any trouble I've caused," he said as he stood up. He began to clear the picnic. "What are you doing?" she asked, her face showing her lack of understanding. "I thought we should end this," he said almost apologetically. "No, please, you should know me better," she said as she helped him place the food back. Their hands once again brushed against each other. They looked into each other's eyes. "Jennifer," was all he said before they dropped what they were carrying and embraced tightly. He pressed his soft, tender, full lips against hers. She responded by putting her hands on his back and pulling him closer. She could feel him, feel his heart beat, feel his growing desire. "What are we doing?" she whispered in between kisses. She could feel herself unconsciously undressing him, covering him with kisses as each article of clothing was removed. "Oh yes," she whispered as she felt him removing her clothing as well. His lips were warm against her bare skin as he kissed her naked breast. Neither thought their innocent meeting, one that was to involve her family, would turn as it has. He took her by the hand and lead her to the bed. He sat on the edge and pulled her lovely body to his. He placed kisses on her stomach, causing her to giggle like a school girl. Not knowing whether to stop or go, Justin kept kissing. She made her wants clear: she pushed him down onto the bed and got on top of him. "Kiss me," she said, straddling him. She leaned down and met his lips. They were warm to his touch. Her body was soft, her body was sensual, her body was something he wanted. He felt his desire grow as she left his lips and kissed his neck. Her hands moved up and down his body, stopping when she found his chest hair. Jennifer moaned as she moved a hand down his body and reached for his hard cock. He felt her soft hand move up and down his shaft as she resumed her kissing trek down his body. As she approached his stomach, he put a hand on her head, playing with the hair. He could feel her breasts, soft and very womanly, against his body. They were large, they were beautiful. He knew they should not have been against his body, but as they were now, he wanted to enjoy them. He reached up with his right hand and gently caressed the left one. She responded by grinding herself onto his leg. Quickly, she moved her mouth down his body, dragging her tongue down his body. He let out soft moans as she reached his shaft. Jennifer slipped her hand to the base of his cock and held tight. She gave him one last look before she placed her mouth on the head of his hardness. As her hot and wet mouth moved onto his manhood, Justin forgot why he was originally here, forgot they were just friends, nothing more than a friendly meeting. None of that mattered. They were enjoying each other. "God that is so great," he whispered as she swallowed his cock and sucked hard. She looked up at him and smiled as she released her gripe. She began to stroke it as she leaned into him. She kissed his stomach, then his chest, then his neck. He rolled his hands down her back, then pulled her to his lips. He wanted to taste her some more. He needed to feel her passion, he needed to show her his passion and desire for her. "Sweetheart, what are we doing?" Jennifer said as she broke the embrace. He knew they should not be doing this, they should be just friends. "Sorry," he said as he started to leave the bed and retrieve their clothing. She grabbed his hand and pulled him down. "No need to be sorry, darling," she said as she looked deep into his eyes. "I just want to know that you are not doing this because you feel you have to," she asked. He was caught by surprise. "Oh my God, sweetheart, not at all," he said, searching her eyes, searching to show her his desire was true. "I want this. I want to make mad, passionate love with you." His answer made her happy: she smiled and planted a kiss on his lips, making him lose his breath. He reached with a hand and pulled her closer to him. His hand brushed her ass, causing her breathing to change. She inhaled quickly as she released her embrace. "Mmm, baby," she whispered into his ear as she sucked in his earlobe. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. She reached down and took his engorged manhood in her hand. Slowly she stroked it, her grip getting tighter with each stroke up. He rolled onto his back as the feeling increased in intensity. She followed. "Yes, yes," he whispered out as he felt something stirring deep within his loins. She reached under with her free hand and gently rolled his balls. He loved this, he could feel an orgasm began. He sat up and moved her hands from his body. She protested some, tried to put her hands back on him, but he held firm. "Justin, I," was all she could say before he placed his mouth on her left breast. The feeling to her was almost overwhelming. Instinctively, she put her hands on the back of his head and pulled him closer. He sucked harder on her breast. "Oh my God, yes," she cried out as his tongue circled her erect nipple. He released his breast embrace and kissed her chest, moving slowly to her other breast. She anticipated, holding it for him to take into his mouth. "Oh baby," she whispered as he sucked hard. She held his hard there, wanting it not to end. She loved the sensation, loved the feel of his hot breath, his hot moist lips on her flesh. She closed her eyes and let the feeling rush over her body. Justin reached around her body and grabbed her butt, squeezing gently at first, then tightening the grip when he heard her moan. She began to move her hips as his touch moved to her thighs. Another slight moan was heard as she began to grind on his body: she was excited. "God, Justin," she cried out as she felt her sensitive button touch his body. "I never thought this would ever happen," she said as she closed her eyes and felt the beginning waves of an orgasm. "Kiss me," she demanded as she leaned down and took his face in her hands, pulling him closer. The two met, their lips exchanging the passion they held. He breathed heavily as they embraced. He never thought, in his dreams, in his fantasies, this would happen. She was beautiful, she was sensual, she was sexy. But she was married, as was he. Justin never thought of having an affair. "What are you thinking?" she asked surprisingly. He looked up at her and smiled. "Just how incredible you are," he said as he flipped her on her back. She laughed evilly and smiled. He leaned into her once more and kissed her lips. She parted her mouth and their tongues met. He backed off and kissed her neck. She moaned softly as his moist lips touched the skin of her neck. He moved his lips down her body as she wiggled under his touch. He could feel her excitement as he reached her tummy: she moved her hips with each moment he touched her skin. He circled her belly button with his tongue. She giggled schoolgirl-like as he raised some goose bump. He smiled and looked up at her eyes: they were closed. He trailed down her body with his tongue, from her stomach to the edge of her pubic mound. He could smell her arousal as he moved back for a moment to swallow hard. This was the moment of truth, a step over the threshold he never thought he would ever cross. As he moved closer to her lips, she parted her legs more. He slipped his hands under her body, made easier as she lifted her butt off the bed. He reached out his tongue and gently touched her labia. Her body trembled as he tasted her salty sweetness. He leaned forward more, pushing his tongue inside her. She responded by thrusting her hips forward. She let out a loud sigh and pulled on his hair. He slowly moved his tongue back as she let her hips fall back to the bed. Justin reached Jennifer's hips from the underside and pulled her closer to him as he plunged his tongue deep, deep inside of her now wet pussy. She met his action by pushing her pussy into his face. She leaned back and moaned loudly as she delighted in his action. Meeting a Friend Sometimes, you just know something will happen. Sometimes you don't have a clue. And sometimes, you are afraid to hope so as not to ruin anything. We'd been friends for months – and getting closer all the time. She read my writing, watched me in the room with a special girl friend and who knew what went on in her mind – none of us do. The idea was planted in the chatroom, we teased each other and all the other chatters about what we'd do. They knew my reputation and assumed. We allowed it. But the ideas were in both of our heads – we laughed at first, then like women, we talked about it. At first the idea of a threesome was appealing. We had a man in mind, but even before we knew he wasn't going to join us, we no longer wanted the company. There really is nothing like anticipating something all day. It's the most delicious feeling. I was so excited to meet this woman who's been so special in my life already – no matter WHAT happened. I just knew that we'd have fun and laugh and enjoy each other. I also knew that despite what we decided to do or not do, our time would end far too soon. I put the key lime bars in the fridge – the hotel didn't have a freezer. They'd be gooey – but oh well. Little did I know... I only had one experience with a woman. She was wonderful and taught me that although I was straight, that women can touch you in a way that's different from men. And she helped me embrace that you shouldn't pick who you loved just by their sex – but by who they are. I'm lucky in that experience – not many people have had that opportunity. Now while Kirsten hadn't been with a woman and said to herself and others that it probably wouldn't happen, she'd always been a woman who thrived on self discovery. She is sexy and sassy and smart as a whip... and tall. She knocked on my door and we hugged for about 2 minutes – laughing and just hanging on tight. She smelled so fresh and light – a scent I was familiar with. It was so good to meet. She's so much more beautiful than her pictures. These green eyes that are filled with intelligence and humor just pop off her face. Her smile lights up her face. Her hair was about the same as mine, a dark auburn – almost a chestnut color. We were both in black – her in a very revealing black tank top showing her pale skin and great chest. She wore blue jeans that enhanced her long legs. I was in heels and still needed to look up. She came inside the hotel room and I gathered my things, blew out my scented candle and we went off to dinner. Conversation flowed easily, we laughed in the car, at the restaurant, at the newbie waitress that was fairly clueless. We said a mini laughing prayer over the ribs hoping it wasn't our friend – then laughing a lot about that. Our phones were both ringing and we talked to a few people. But our focus was on each other and the fact that we were finally together having a great time. We drank throughout our meal and our inhibitions were dropping. We went to a local bar where she knew the bartender. He flirted heavily and so did all the men at the bar. Maybe it was the chemistry, maybe the alcohol, or maybe just the devilish side of both of us, but we decided to have some fun with the men at the bar. Nothing was said, mind you, just some looks to each other and casual touches between us and we immediately had the entire bar's attention. When something funny was said, in my laugh I leaned in closer to her... looking up in to her eyes. Sometimes when I whispered in her ear, I'd stroke a finger up her arm. The response from the men at the bar was more and more intense. They stopped watching whatever game was playing on the TV and were watching us. JT, the bartender, loved it – more and more people were coming over to the bar getting drinks and he was giving us the attention we were craving. We kept touching each other and the men who came over and flirted with us. We gave the impression that we'd been intimate and the men were all over that. The drinks kept flowing – we hadn't paid for any of them. The inhibitions were gone and the touching got more intimate. My nails scraping down her jean-clad leg, her finger taking the caramel from the martini glass and letting me taste it off her finger. The men at the bar were almost drooling. I don't know at what point I no longer cared about their reactions to us – but my own. When I tasted the caramel off her finger, this lightening bolt went through my system pooling right between my legs. I had no idea if she was still doing things for the men's reactions but they no longer were important to me. Touching her – having her touch me – was all I could think about. The fact they were watching us raised the heat in the bar and in the exhibitionists in us. She whispered in my ear, "Do you realize we're the only women here in the bar area? They're eating this up." "I know, lets milk it..." I responded. "Be right back," she said as she left her stool and went to the ladies room. The man who was sitting next to me was tall, had great blue eyes and wore a ball cap in just the right way. He had been looking down the V-neck of my dress and her tank the whole time and not hiding the fact that he was. He flirted with us and participated in the conversation a bit more than some of the others. Most of the men were just watching, in awe and obviously aroused. He laughed and enjoyed the show with a bit more control but I saw him filling in the very nice wear marks in his blue jeans. So I knew he was enjoying himself – and us. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "You know that every man in here is watching every move you two sexy ladies are making, don't you?" I giggled and whispered back, "Yes, I'm quite aware of that." "Why don't you give them some more to look at?" He said with a soft whisper in my ear. "Them?" I questioned. Then I moved my head away from his mouth and winked at him. He winked back and said, "Guilty as charged. You two are beautiful and erotic and a pleasure to be so close to." I smiled at him, and then saw her come back to her seat. "I missed you!" I said to her. "Show her how MUCH you missed her," the man next to me said to the bar. Then the men at the bar started rallying "Yeah – show her!" Kirsten said, "How much DID you miss me?" then winked at me. I giggled and blushed – the alcohol rushing through my system taking away every inhibition. I leaned in to her and took her face in to my hands and looked in to her lustful green eyes, giving her time to realize that I was, in fact, going to kiss her. Then I moved my lips first softly against hers, then licked her bottom lip, then nibbled it a bit. Hearing a slight gasp behind me from the audience was not nearly as heady as hearing her primal 'mmmm.' I still tasted her lips, little mini kisses and nibbles. Then I pulled away and straightened myself back in my stool and looked at her. Her eyes got darker green and her pupils were dilated, so I knew then that it was not just a game for the attention – it was real arousal. I know I had to be blushing so hard; my blood was boiling. I don't remember reacting that potently to a slight lip-tasting before. My nipples were pink beads poking hard through my bra and dress, the rest of me was quivering like nothing before. JT broke the silence by saying, "Yeah – well, that was proof she missed ya and I know I'm thirsty! How about another drink?" He had them ready and gave them to us and I gulped down half my martini. She leaned in to me and said, "My turn." Then she moved her mouth to the V-neck of my dress and slowly kissed me from there up to my neck. My head fell back in arousal and also to allow her the access she wanted when she kissed the erratic pulse in my neck then up to my chin. Her hand moved my head forward and she licked my lips. I opened my mouth slightly and returned the licking of her lips. If I thought about it, which I didn't, I'd know that every man had their cock in their hands with this visual of two women licking each others lips and starting a kiss. I closed my eyes and kissed her. There really isn't anything like a first kiss – male or female. But women have a soft touch, soft face, and a passion that's unparalleled. Our tongues danced and no one was there besides us. She broke it off, shocked at herself, at her own reaction. We were both dealing with our own reactions – the heat of it. The man sitting next to me leaned in and whispered, "That was one hot kiss, darlin. I bet you that some men here just messed their pants at that!" I smiled at him and he saw my eyes. "Well... it seems like your panties are probably a bit damp as well." I've never been able to hide anything in my eyes. "Yeah," I said – my words taken away from me. "I think I want to go." He reached in to his pocket and handed me a card and said, "I know you want to be alone with your friend, darlin, but if you get to a point later that you want company, please don't hesitate to call me." I smiled, whispered to Kirsten that we should go and told her what he said. We asked JT for a check and he just laughed and told us that it was taken care of. We left him a nice tip and got off our chairs. Knowing it was the man who sat next to me, Kirsten got off her stool and went to him and kissed him on the cheek saying thanks. I leaned to kiss him on the cheek and he moved my face, kissed my mouth instead. I told him that I appreciated the drinks but that it wasn't his night – it was ours. He smiled and we turned to leave. Thank goodness it was only about five minutes from the bar to the hotel. We laughed that we had all of the men in there aroused. We got to hotel by the grace of God since we had so much alcohol. We were back to laughing and goofing around. When we got to my room, I took out the key lime bars and we dove in to them. Since they were only refrigerated, they weren't firm – they were gooey. Topped with a white chocolate ganache, it was sweet and tart – and sticky and gooey on our fingers. It wasn't long before we were laughing at how messy and gooey they were but licking our fingers. I don't know who did it first but before we knew it, we were licking each others' fingers and the temperature in the room began to rise. There was no talking about it and discussing pros and cons. There were just two very sensual women who appreciated their own sexuality and each others. I turned around and she unzipped my dress. I stood up from the bed and let it fall, leaving me in my black strapless bra and lace tanga. I lifted her tank and she unzipped and removed her jeans. There was flesh against flesh and the curiosity of aroused, intelligent women. Our lips were touching and each of us allowing the other to explore at her own pace. She surprised herself and me when she removed my bra and took a very hard nipple in her mouth. We sat up facing each other and I teased her nipple, testing how hard she liked them pinched and played with. No words were spoken, just the communication of friends exploring. Nothing was off limits and we didn't do all what other women do. We tasted, we touched, we kissed, we pleased each other. The balance of our lingerie hitting the floor, we tasted more and ensured that no trace of the key lime bar was on the bed or on our fingers. I moved my fingers and swirled them in the tiny tuft of hair on the top of her pussy. Her moans urged me on and soon I found her clit wet. So gently I moved my fingers in little @ signs and circles, feeling the inferno build within her. Her head back and eyes closed, her whole body spoke of the pleasure it was feeling. The heady feeling of pleasure given is unmatched. I could watch her like this for hours. My own build was climbing just from touching her. I slowed down, and it was oh so gently what my fingers were doing. I knew she was close to exploding her orgasm and I was on fire with that knowledge of causing it. I leaned in and took her nipple in my mouth and pressed her clit gently, swirling my finger around it right at that spot that had her squirm. I had forgotten what it was like to watch a woman reach a peak – let alone cause it. She moaned out, her head back, eyes closed and my fingers got drenched. It took her a minute to open her eyes and when she did, I smiled and licked my fingers. She and I touched, licked, smiled, laughed and moaned for another hour before she got up, dressed, and left with the rest of the key lime bars and memories that will make us both sigh and smile for years to come. We hugged tightly and said goodbye. Friendship is something to be treasured. Self discovery – well we did more of that Sunday morning on my way out of town.... Meeting a friend of a friend Sometimes finding what you thought you wanted turns into a whole lot more. I had finally found a masculine dominant man in the area who needed regular service. I was happy. We would email, or text, and set up times that would fit each others schedules (he is married, i have a gf). We would meet, he'd stick his cock in my throat and call me names until he shot his sticky load on my face and sent me on my way. It was great. It got better. I got a text sunday afternoon. "Go to my house." "When sir?" "Within 15, text me when you get there." "Yes sir." The butterflies twitched again in my stomach, my dick already began to harden. I jumped up, brushed my teeth, put my shoes on and was out the door. Not often is it that when he calls my gf is out. I loved that it had happened today, it had been too long since I had that smooth hard cock in my throat. I don't even remember the short drive over. "Outside sir." I sat for what seemed like forever awaiting a response. I hoped he still wanted my service. The phone vibrated. "I'm at Walgreens." My heart sank for a brief moment before I received my next set of intsructions. "Go around to the door in the back, my friend is watching tv. I'm sure he could use a fags' mouth." "Do I go right in sir? Does he know I'm coming?" "You will knock bitch, and he has no idea." "Is he gay sir?" At this point I was so nervous. My dick was so hard, but I've never offered a man a bj face to face unless I knew it was going to happen. I was considering driving away, but I was intrigued. "No, but you'll love his black cock." Now my cock twitched again. I love my friends hard cock and the way he uses me, but it is only 6". There is only so much damage he can do. This might be different. "Should I just wait until you get back home?" I would feel more comfortable walking in with him. "If that dick is not in your mouth when I get home we are done." "I understand sir. What do I say to him when I knock?" "Whatever a cocksucker says when he is hungry for cock. I'm sure you know boy. Go." I was out of the car before I knew what I was doing. I didn't know what to say, I had no idea what was waiting for me. I was up at the back door and knocked, still not knowing what I would say. An early 30-something year old black male opened the door tentatively. He stood there in a t-shirt and cargo shorts with the remote control in his hands just looking at me. I guess instinct took over. My voice trembled. "I am a cocksucker sir, and I was really hoping I could suck your dick." What had I just said? To a complete stranger nonetheless. And at that moment there was nothing I wanted more then to be on my knees servicing that dick. But he just stood there. I couldn't lose this. So I pleaded. "Your friend thought you would like my throat. Please use it." I just stood there, rock hard, completely vulnerable and utterly submissive like never before. He took a few steps back to the couch but he left the door open. I took a step inside. "Well white boy, I like my cocksuckers naked and on their knees." By the time his shirt was off I was on my knees, totally naked in front of this man, just dying to see what he had to feed me. He stood in front of me, shirtless, looking down on me like noone has before. The words were coming without thinking. They were quiet, almost pleading words. "Please. I need to suck that cock. I want that big beautiful black cock in my mouth. Use my throat sir." He laughed. He actually laughed a little at what I was saying. But while he laughed he did take out his heavy black dick. It was magnificent, I couldnt believe how hungry I was for it. I kissed the head of it before his shorts were completely down. The entire length was down my throat as soon as they were off. "What a fag, you love that dick don't you?" I mumbled a short yes and when I did he pulled his dick from my throat. I instictively leaned towards it as he slapped me across the face with his thick meat. "Answer me when I ask you a question bitch." "Yes sir, I love that big dick, I love having it fill my throat sir. I need to be your cocksucker." That big dick parted my lips again, hands on the back of my head, pumping my throat. I was in heaven and then the door opened. My friend was back. I sucked with greater earnest, I wanted to make him proud. "Ha look at that little cockslut, gobbling strange black dick. He a good bitch?" The two talked back and forth about me like I wasn't even there. I didn't care, in fact it made me work harder. I wanted them to remember this cocksucker. My friend returned his attention to me as he grabbed a hold of my head and impaled it on that black spear invading my throat. "My cocksuckers take it all, you got me boy?" I gasped for air while answering a very emphatic yes sir. "Good boy, I only keep around the best cocksuckers. Can't wait to see you swallow that black seed." Now I guess you know by now that I'm a cocksucker, but I have very rarely swallowed cum. I always wanted it splashed across my face. Today was going to be different and I couldn't have been more excited. Before I knew it the smooth white cock replaced the black beast and rammed my throat at record pace. I missed the big meat, but every man fucks a throat differently and he does such a good job with mine. I was in heaven, my hand on my own rock hard 8" cock, while on my knees gettin my face pounded, all the while a black man watched, laughed and jerked himself. It wasn't long before I felt that white cock explode in my throat. Streams flowed in my mouth and trickled out over my lips. "Eat it boy. Fuck yeah. Swallow my seed like a whore." Half was already down my throat as I just continued to swallow more. When it was all gone I missed it. I wanted more. "Looks like we've turned your cocksucker into a horny cumslut." I was, I knew it then. I felt myself begging for that black dick to feed me more. I opened my mouth to tell him how badly I wanted it, but before words could get out, that black dick reinvaded my throat. A few short hard bursts and that black dick was erputing. Mmm, I enjoyed every last drop, sucking his cockhead for more. My hand furiously working my dick. He shuttered and took a second to recover as my friend spoke. "Looks like this fag wants to cum. Do we let the little cockwhore cum?" The black man just laughed. "Yeah, get on your back white boy." I laid on my back working my cock which never felt harder. I was ready to cum when I was startled by the hands of the black man lifting my legs off the floor. My whole lower half was picked up in one fell swoop and my dickhead was pointed straight at my face. I knew what they wanted. And I wanted it too. "Fucking cum." I did, 5 or 6 thick streams rocketed towards my own face, and to my surprise my open mouth. I swallowed what landed inside. The black man lowered me as I fell into a lump. I was spent. I jolted back to my senses quickly as I heard the door open and saw my friend throw my belongings outside the house. "Out boy. Got no use for a cocksucker right now. I'll be in touch." Meeting a Friend He slid his tongue out and flicked the tip on her pussy. She wiggled as he tickled her love button. She put her hands on his head and pushed him down, keeping him on her nob. He took it into his mouth and sucked on it. She pushed her hips forward, causing her button to be pressed hard in his mouth. Jennifer moaned loudly as Justin sucked hard on her sensitive endings. He knew she loved this through her actions. He continued to suck as he felt her legs clinched tightly around him. He knew she was getting close to an orgasm: he sucked even hard. As she pulled his hair up, he felt her legs tighten even more. Then, it happened. At first, it was a trickle. Justin thought it was some sweat that hit him. But as he continued to suck, and with each spasm of her body, the liquid had more force. Instantly, as he realized she was ejaculating, he left her love spot and began to suck in her lips, her cum going into his mouth. As her orgasm subsided, Jennifer realized he was swallowing her cum. She smiled and leaned back as he cleaned her pussy, licking all the cum and sweat from her. As his tongue worked around her labia, she put her hand back on his head, lovingly, guiding him subconsciously to the places she wanted touched, licked. Justin heard her moan as his tongue again touched her now sensitive love nob. When he circled it with his tongue, she jumped and her legs tighten around him, causing him to momentarily lose his breath. "Baby," she whispered as she twirled his hair with her fingers. He left her pussy and began a slow, deliberate march upward on her body, planting deep kisses every so often. When he reached an erect, large nipple, he took it in his mouth and sucked. He allowed his hard cock to touch her pussy. She twitched as his cock head moved across the length of her wet pussy. Jennifer, as he sucked on her nipple, reached down and pulled on his cock before guiding it into her. Justin let go of her nipple as he felt the hot wetness. He moved his body, put his hands on either side of her head, and slipped his hard cock into her pussy, deep. She spread her legs wider as he plunged into her. She inhaled as his pubic mound touched hers. He bit his bottom lip as he felt his cock stop. Slowly, he began to pull back, using only his hips. As he felt he was leaving her pussy, he thrust his cock back inside, causing her to exhale. He moved his hips back, causing his cock to once again to withdraw. He thrust it in again. She began to meet his action, thrusting her hips forward as he drove his manhood into her. With each action, the sound of wetness became ever more evident. He was turned on by this: his cock became hotter to her. "Yes, yes baby," she cried as he began to move his hips faster and faster. He felt his balls contact, he felt her legs tighten. He knew she was going to have an orgasm soon. He quickened his pace, he wanted to time his orgasm with hers. "Now baby," she screamed as her pussy tightened around his cock. He let go of all his inhibitions, he let go an orgasm, one that he never felt before. With each stroke inside her, he felt his hot cum squirt. She met each of his cum-filled strokes with hard hip thrusts. When he felt he had no more love juice, he stopped, and looked into her eyes. He lowered his head and kissed her gently on the lips. She smiled and returned the kiss. For an awkward moment, they stared at each other, not knowing what to do. Justin was the first to move. He slid out of her, the moved to her left side. With a hand, he pulled her to him, putting her head on his chest. He put one arm under her and held her. She took her finger and gently played with his chest hair before kissing it gently. "Now what do we do?" he said before kissing her on the cheek. He did not know what to do. He was not expecting to have a sexual affair, and he felt this was the furthest from her mind. She gave him a hug before she spoke. "I'm not sure, dear," she said as she moved from his embrace. She sat up and leaned into him. She kissed his lips, he returned the emotion. As they kissed, Justin placed his right hand on her back before running it down to her ass. He gently squeezed it as they touched tongues. She broke the embrace and jumped back. "We have to stop this," she said, a little panic in her voice. "We are married, we should not have done this. This is not right," she added as she stood and started to look for her clothes. As she scanned the floor for her bra and panties, Justin rolled over and placed his feet onto the floor. "What did we just do?" he asked as he put his face into his hand. He was shocked, he could not believe what had happened. "We are married, we made it clear this would never happen," he added as he looked at her. She was smiling as she leaned down to look into his eyes. "I know. But what do we do next?" she asked as she sat next to him on the bed. He turned to her, took her hand and gently squeezed. He shook his head, sighed deeply, and looked at the floor. "I do know one thing we should do," he started, "is that I need to take a shower." She looked at him and smiled. "I think I need one as well," she said. She got off the bed and walked to the bathroom as he reached for the phone. "Yes, hello. This is room 312, I need some more towels," he said to the front desk. "Thank you," he added when the clerk informed him they would arrive soon. Justin placed the phone back and walked to the bathroom. When he arrived, he saw Jennifer walk into the shower. "More towels will be here soon," he told her. She laughed. "Awe, that ruins the fun of you smelling like me," she joked as she let the water run over her back. He laughed and left the room, allowing her some privacy. As she placed some shampoo on her head, Jennifer's thoughts returned to Justin and what their actions. She was shocked and upset she allowed this to happen, but she was also pleased. She was pleased that another man found her both attractive and sexy, sexy enough to make love with her. Jennifer smiled and placed some shampoo in her hair as someone came to the room's door. "Who is it?" she heard Justin call out as he walked past the bathroom and shut the door. "The towels you asked for," a young woman's voice said as Justin looked into the peep hole. The short, young but pretty maid held several towels at waist level. He unlocked then opened the door. She handed them over and turned to walk away. "Thank you very much," he said, the kindness in his words causing her to stop and turn. She smiled before she continued her walk toward the elevator. He smiled and closed the door. "Was that the towels?" she called out as she began to rinse her hair. "Yes it was," he answered back as he opened the door and placed them on the sink. He stood for a moment and watched threw the clear glass as the water washed over her breasts. For a moment, albeit brief, he thought he would join her, but knew it would be best that he just leave. "I put them on the sink, hon," he said as he began to leave. "Stay with me," she said, not believing her own words. In her mind, she knew she should have let him leave the room, but she wanted the company. She also loved the way he looked at her. Justin made her feel sexy.