2 comments/ 15312 views/ 4 favorites One Night Only By: justjohn1013 It's the perfect afternoon to be visiting, the sun shining brightly, but a cool breeze keeping the heat down. John wasn't often able to visit, and this time was for one night only, a conference concerning new water quality guidelines was going on today, and ending too late to make the drive home. Those conferences are always boring though, no matter who they invited as a speaker. So John was playing hooky, sneaking out to spend a couple hours sitting in the cafe down the street from the hotel. The nice weather was cooperating well with his plan; many of the women out were enjoying the sun. It had been foggy for several days before, and the sunshine was a pleasant break. Short skirts and summer dresses seemed to be the rule; John's eyes were constantly darting from woman to woman. He found his eye kept going back to one particular woman, a very sexy girl. She looked innocent, her grey skirt not too short, and a black v-neck cashmere sweater topping off her classy look. He noticed her shoes, some very high heels....hmmm....perhaps she's not so innocent after all. No nylons either, just her smooth, bare skin exposed to the world. She was sitting at a booth with two other women around her age, laughing and smiling, her eyes lighting up the whole room. She had the end seat, facing John, so he was able to keep looking without attracting too much attention. After the waitress came and took his order, John noticed the pretty girl standing up. Such a tiny thing, barely pushing 5 feet even in those heels. A very nice package, indeed, trim and slim, with long wavy hair past her shoulders. She was headed his way, and suddenly her eyes caught him looking; she smiled at him, and for a moment John thought she even winked. Certainly his tired eyes were playing tricks on him. She stopped beside him, and leaned over behind him, reaching for a newspaper on the rack next to his table. He couldn't help himself, he turned his head and took a closer look. For an instant, as she bent down, her sweat pulled away from her chest, he caught a glimpse of an ivory camisole, with a pretty lace trim. It seemed as though she hesitated, letting him get his peek, then she stood and walked back to her booth, her ass swaying from side to side with each step she took. John was pleasantly surprised, this was certainly more interesting than some boring discussion about safer chlorine residuals in the city's water supply. But maybe he was imagining the whole thing. Why would she be interested in him. He's obviously older than her, pushing 40, and while he's stayed in good shape and he's been told he's handsome in a rugged way, certainly she could have her pick of many young suitors. As she sat down, though, he saw her hand grip the edge of the table. The light reflected brightly off the diamond on her finger, the wedding band shiny right behind it. "I see" John thought to himself, this lovely lady is already taken; "perhaps she's merely teasing me." Still, no harm in looking. She was definitely looking back, and as she looked, he noticed that her hand was toying with the hem of her skirt. The polished nails seemed to be pushing it up her thigh, showing more and more of her milky skin. John looked around, no one else seemed to be watching, and her two companions were engrossed in conversation. She was smiling openly at him now, a playful smirk on those delicious lips, and her fingers continued their climb. The hem of her skirt was mid-thigh now, and John gasped when suddenly her knees spread apart. Not wide open in a slutty way, of course, but open enough that he swore he saw a glimpse of ivory panty. Her knees swayed back and forth, almost as though she were fanning herself. His eyes were riveted to her crotch, trying to get a better look at the treasure hidden there. His view was blocked when the waitress approached with his drink; he looked up, surprised, his face red with embarrassment from being caught looking. The waitress was oblivious though, noticing nothing. John looked back at the sweet thing showing off for him and saw her laughing to herself, her head nodding, and her finger shaking tsk tsk. Her friends stood up, she followed; ah well, the show must end. Just before reaching the door, she headed back to the table, her eyes locked with John's the whole way, an invitation clearly in them. He reacted instantly, standing up and walking to her booth, where she was picking up the paper she left behind. He leaned in quickly, pressing the keycard to his hotel room in her hand. "Come join me, please" John whispered, "I need to see more of that precious little show. I'm in room 1004." Almost expecting to get slapped, John stepped back, and the woman merely smiled again, clutched the keycard tightly and walked away. He watched that tight little ass wiggle again as she walked out the door. "What an idiot" he thought of himself, knowing he just looked like an old fool. Downing his drink, he decided it was time to leave, time to walk back to the hotel and try to get the image of that beauty out of his mind. Perhaps a long, cold shower would do the trick. His hotel was a nice one, only 2 blocks away, overlooking a city park. When he reached his room, he was not surprised to find it empty, his suitcase still on the chair. He walked to the balcony, opening the blinds, letting the sunshine in. He stepped outside, leaning on the railing, watching the pedestrians in the park below. More women walking in short skirts, even some jogging in their tight little shorts, though none could compare to the vision he had seen earlier. The fresh air obviously wasn't calming him down any, time to hit the shower. Leaving the balcony doors open to enjoy the breeze, he quickly undressed and went into the shower. Though he tried to block out the image of that sweet smile and the quick glimpse of sexy panty, he failed. John's soapy hand lingered on his cock, softly stroking as he re-lived that scene in his head. Finally, frustrated and hard, he turned the shower off and decided to try to take a nap. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he stepped into his room. His mouth dropped; laying on his bed was the dark-haired beauty. Her shoes had been kicked off, landing across the room on the chair. Her skirt unzipped and dropped right there by the door. Her sweater had come off just before the bed; it was just like that she lay before him. Ivory cami covering her lovely breasts, though her nipples were poking through. And a matching thong clung tightly to her crotch. "Hi, I'm Katie" she said with a perky smile. "I thought perhaps you'd like a closer look. I hope you don't mind. After all...you did say please!" John briefly wondered if he was dreaming, then thought even if he was, it was a dream he hoped would never end. Her fingers were dancing on her thighs, those painted nails dragging up higher and higher, but this time there was no skirt to interfere. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips just as her finger traced the outline of her swollen bump underneath her panties. John walked over to the bed, reaching down and grabbing ahold of each ankle. Her skin was incredibly soft and smooth, and he pulled her legs up so her feet touched his chest. He could smell her skin, fresh and clean, his nose rubbing along her toes. His tongue pressed against them, a moan suddenly was heard escaping Katie's throat. Her finger reached up under her lacy panties, he could see the finger moving, circling, and her chest was rising and falling with each breath she took. John's fingers were moving too, rubbing her ankles, then her calves, moving her legs closer to her body. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the back of her knee, then dragged his tongue up the back of her thigh. "Oh God" she murmured, her voice trailing off. He was hungry now, his tongue making a wet trail on the inside of her thighs. Her legs spread widely, his tongue reached that crease where thigh meets crotch. Her skin was hot there, so close to her treasure. Katie's finger was furiously rubbing underneath the panties, and those panties seemed to cling tightly with the damp heat from within. John's hand moved to hers, pulling it away, pulling it to his lips, enjoying the salty, musky flavor, his tongue cleaning her finger then letting her hand fall back to the bed. He leaned down further; he could smell her now, her scent a fuel for his hunger. His mouth hovered there, mere inches from her damp pussy, breathing hard. She could feel the heat from his breath and it made her nipples tingle. His hand pushing panty to the side, the treasure finally revealed. Her swollen lips were shiny with her dew, the little clit standing proudly. John lowered his mouth and let his tongue slowly slide the length of her lips, then back down again. Another moan could be heard slipping from Katie's mouth. Her hand reached his hair, fingers becoming tangled in the curls, urging his mouth against her. It was an unnecessary urging, for John had finally had the taste he was craving, and there was nothing that would stop him now. Lapping at her steamy box, his tongue darting to and fro, he couldn't get enough of her tangy juice. Katie was wetter than she ever remembered, John could barely keep up with the moisture slowly leaking down her legs. It was like a river, a river of passion and lust. His tongue teased her clit, his lips clasping it and pulling, then flicking it again with his tongue. Over and over he teased, her cries were becoming quite loud. He used his fingers on her, slipping one inside her tight pussy, feeling it clenching and grasping. A trickle of her dew made a path down to the crack of her pretty little ass, coating the tight little hole hidden there. His slippery finger circled, teasing her, and as he licked her clit he slipped his finger inside her ass. Hungry for more, he moved his mouth there, his tongue darting out to press against her hole. The wailing moan told him she was enjoying this special treat just as much as he was. Finally, though, she was ready to cum, and her hands tore at his hair, pulling his face back up to her musky box. Flicking fiercely at her clit one more time, he felt Katie's legs wrap around his torso. He could feel her muscles quivering, suddenly his mouth was flooded with it's reward just as her back arched up off the bed, forcing his face tightly against her fiery puss. And then she pushed his head away, but still keeping her legs around him, resting, catching her breath, starting to recover. John was sweaty, and happy, and glad with the knowledge that the afternoon was barely beginning. Katie finally relaxed her grip on John, he moved next to her on the bed, his face, shiny with the wet glaze from his feast, ended up right next to hers. Their lips met, softly, in a first kiss. "Mmm, I taste good" Katie said with a smile. John laughed and kissed her again; this time their lips lingered a bit longer. As his tongue slipped inside her mouth, he could feel her cheeks closing in with a sucking motion. Her heart was still pounding, beating against his chest. Her petite frame snuggled closer, his arms encompassing her, in a strong and comforting embrace. "I know I don't even know you, but when I look into your eyes, I feel as though we're old kindred souls" Katie whispered. "I've never done anyting quite like this before." This was all new to John as well; he remained quiet, not wanting to break the spell. Her body felt as though it had melted right into his, her soft and sweaty skin sticking to him. They kissed again, another soft kiss; each felt sparks igniting the fires of passion once more. Her tongue licked his lips, then his cheeks, gathering more of her salty flavor. Her hands were in constant motion, rubbing his back and feeling the muscles in his arms, becoming more familiar with his body. John was different than any man she'd been with before, taller, thicker, much more rougher and rugged. Yet there was also a sweet gentleness that soothed her heart. Sweet gentleness, sure, but with a fiery edge that awakened a passion she'd kept hidden inside for a very long time. John himself was a bit confused; though he'd only learned Katie's name 30 minutes ago, there was no denying the comfort he felt as he held her in his arms. No denying the comfort, and no denying the arousal either. Her movements felt so good; she placed her hand in between their bodies, letting it rest on the thick shaft that was pressed against her belly. Her tiny fingers tried to wrap around it, softly stroking as she kissed him once again. Their tongues sparred, each trying to gain entrance to the other's mouth, their teeth knocking together and their breath becoming one. Katie's pussy had calmed down from it's fuzzy high, her clit no longer throbbing and super-sensitive. She moved her hips to grind against John's body. Perhaps she wasn't quite as sensitive as she was before, but the fire within was burning just as hot, and she felt herself growing damp again. Pushing John onto his back, she took a position on top of him, her wet slit resting on top of his hardened rod. Lowering her breast to his mouth, she fed him one very stiff nipple, shuddering as his tongue attacked. "What's happening" she thought "why am I throwing myself at this man I don't even know?" Perhaps it was merely the intense pleasure he provided. John's cock felt so good, just rubbing against her, the head pressing against her clit. His mouth was locked on that nipple, like a hungry nursing child. His hands were sliding all over her skin, cupping her smooth ass as she continued her lustful grind. Her hair draped down against him, tickling his chest. Now it was John's turn to moan, muffled only slightly by the nipple stuffed inside his mouth. Her pussy was steamy and slick, wet and sloppy sounds bouncing from wall to wall as her hips moved even faster. Unable to resist any longer, John bucked his hips, catching Katie by surprise on her downward motion. His cockhead pressed against her swollen lips, then slid in. "Oh God" she grunted, and pushed down even more, her little pussy so full of cock. He released her nipple, his head dropped back to the bed and his hands tightened their grip on her pert ass. Her pussy was like a treasure box lined with smooth wet velvet. It felt so good sliding up and down his shaft, a perfect fit, the tight flesh stretching just enough to acomidate him. Katie leaned down, now her lips encircled one of his nipples, toying with it, giving one playful bite. Her ass was moving faster too; she was throwing her body against his, trying to force that cock deep inside her. Her clit was trapped between their bodies, being squeezed and pressed against muscle and bone. Katie could feel the tingle starting to grow again; she knew she was close to cumming again. She raised her head up from his chest and kissed him; no sweet kiss this time, instead a lewd, almost obscene act, driving her tongue deep into his mouth. She's drooling, from her pussy as well as her mouth, and her body starts to shake and quiver. John's been rubbing her pussy from behind, his fingers are soaking wet, he's been softly squeezing his balls, not wanting to cum just yet. He can tell Katie is close, her need intense. He slides his finger along her ass until it rests against her tiny pucker. Breaking off their kiss, he uses his other hand to reach up and grab a fistful of hair. Pulling sharply, he forces her head to turn, her ear against his lips. His voice hoarse with desire and his breath heavy, John whispers "you're such a dirty little girl, riding this stranger's cock, surrendering your soul to me." And with those words he slides his slick finger into her ass, so fucking tight. She groans incoherantly, shaking. She's never felt so full before, full of cock, full of fingers, full of this carnal energy; every nerve in her body is shouting out for release. And then it comes... Katie collapsed onto John's chest, breathing so heavily and sweating profusely. He wrapped his arms around her and held her, his hand softly stroking her back. His cock was still incredibly hard, still deep inside her velvet tunnel. He hadn't cum yet, didn't want to until she was fully recovered. Katie, though, longed to see him satisfied. As her breathing became slower and more normal, she looked up into his eyes, seeing pure desire. She slowly pulled her body off his, her pussy reluctantly releasing him. John's cock glistened with her juice, shiny in the afternoon sun. Katie stood up, grabbed his hand and led him to the balcony. There was a cushioned chaise lounge there, right next to the railing, long enough for John to relax on, Katie kneeling between his legs. Katie shivered momentarily when the cool breeze blew on her naked body. Goosebumps grew as she realized that they were both naked, and anyone looking up would be able to see them. She became more excited at this thought, her nipples growing hard again. No one would be able to recognize her, it was her sexy ass that was pointed to the world. The position she was in, her ass in the air and legs slightly parted, it felt so good to feel the wind on the lips of her damp pussy. She felt very dirty being exposed like this, very slutty; yet she couldn't deny the energizing feeling this wanton lust brought out. John was leaning back against the cushions, watching her, soaking up her beauty. He smiled as she starting kissing his body, her soft lips a soothing touch. It was finally his time, and he didn't think he'd last much longer. Her petite hand took ahold of his cock, lining it up with her mouth. Katie's tongue darted out, licking the head of his cock like a lolliepop. She could taste herself, salty and musky, and she could also taste the slippery stuff leaking from his cock. Taking the head into her mouth and using her fingers to stroke the shaft, she swirled her tongue round and round. She was enjoying the mixture of flavors, she popped the head out of her mouth and started licking the shaft, lapping at John's skin like a cat sipping a bowl of milk. Her tongue trailed down to his clean-shaven balls. John moaned, feeling that warm velvet against his skin. His hand reached out, fingers combing through Katie's hair. His head leaned back and his eyes closed, but this was a sight he wanted to see and never forget. He forced his eyes open and watched her work, watched her tiny tongue licking, her fingers stroking. She took the tip of his cock into her mouth again, letting him feel the heat from the fires within. Katie felt his cock throbbing, knew he was close. "Please cum for me baby" she purred. It was the look in her eyes that pushed him over the edge. His cocked spurted once, leaving a streak of semen on her cheek and lip. Her eyes opened wide and she captured his cock in her mouth just in time for the second spurt. "Oh fuck" John cried out, his ass lifting up as he tried to press deeper into her mouth. Her cheeks caved in as she sucked hard, pulling the third spurt out, swallowing and then taking his cock out and resting it on the tip of her tongue. John came one more time, more gently, the cum pooling on her tongue. Letting his cock slap against his belly, she crawled up his body for a kiss, letting the cum slide from her tongue to his mouth. A long, slow, sloppy kiss ensued, tongues twisting together again, their bodies pressed against one another. Now it was John's turn to catch his breath. It was time for Katie to go. She'd skipped out on work, but she had to be home before her husband. It wasn't easy to leave John's arms though. Both of them knew this was wrong, but yet it was so right. Katie loved her husband, would still love her husband, and would never leave him. Her family would never understand, she didn't know if she herself would ever understand; but there was no denying the pull she felt for John. It wasn't love, it was more like an animalistic need. Being so naughty and dirty for him had opened up her mind, it had energized her as she'd never been energized before. She knew, now having tasted him, that though she wouldn't see him again soon, she would definitely see him again. One Night Only... Friday night we had our annual company masquerade. Lara Croft it was. Shorts folded up to the top of my thighs; short, tight top; back-pack; heavy boots; sunglasses; holsters and guns. Lots of attention to put it mildly. Ended up talking to P for quite some time during the evening. Others noticed, remarked that we looked as if we fit together (they're right...). P's inquisitive, has been the times we've met before, wanted to get to know me. The spark has been there, but neither one has acted upon it before. Friday night was different. It was hot. I was up for dancing, he didn't want to, so I moved around beside him - accidentally (or not so...) pushing myself up against him. He responded, his body responded - like most guys do if I put myself into it. I wanted him. Spoke about the way me and C live and relate to others - he was intrigued. Spoke about how a woman chooses - he got interested, and slightly uncomfortable. Spoke about lots of other things - I could see that look in his eyes - mind fearful while body turned on, sexual need mixed with apprehension, barely restrained lust battling against 'should I really?'. 100% Scorpio that night - Aquarian tendencies far removed from surface and action. She works that way, always does when she's out to play. He came with the suggestion to leave for his hotel - yes, of course I went with him. Text message to C to say I won't be home tonight - like he wants me to, to not worry. Going with him was what I wanted. Taxi ride back. Kisses, hands, words - him slightly fearful, saying I had the upper hand as I knew this while he didn't. Trying to calm him down saying that whatever turns out is OK - talking all night, or ending up having great sex (knowing full well that we'll end up having sex - which is what I want and need - I know a guy and his psyche once I'm in this situation). His hotel room. More kisses, clothes removed one by one. Shirt off - he didn't lie - he's working out, nice looking body. Belt buckle open, unbutton fly - striped designer brand underwear, nice. Jeans off - outline visible through tight cotton shorts - looks promising. Underwear off - really nice surprise - he's hung. Not a word from his side indicating it earlier in the evening - it's a real turn-on to find out - just by chance (as I'm sure it wasn't - of course he knows he's hung, all guys do if they are - if nothing else by the responses they've gotten before). Hands against and around, mouth around. A little longer than my palm and filling out hand nicely - closest I've ever seen in size to J that was the very first guy I ever had. Mind going off on a tangent. This guy I want and this guy I want good - what I would have wanted that first night with J, but couldn't because of pain and soreness. First tentative approach - he's slightly uncomfortable. Him on back, ride him - that feels good, nicely filled out - he comes once, fast. Just praying and hoping he's not a guy to stop there (he's already hinted he's not). Short pause, little less intimidated - more riding, up on all fours, inviting him from behind. He likes that, likes the view of me from behind (mostly everyone does, including myself). Brings him up in front of the mirror - my hands resting on desk, his hands on hips, entering from behind. He's turned on, now he's relaxing and letting go - going with the rhythm and flow. He feels good inside - large enough to be felt everywhere, small enough to not cause problems like A can do if he's not careful. I tell him so, no real response in words - but I can feel the slight increase in size. It's not flattery, it's the truth - I like him, I like his cock, I like how he moves inside me. I'm close, but can't come just by having him in me. Shower is always my friend in cases like this. Brings him with me, let him watch and hold me as I use the shower spray to come. He's rock hard, turns me around against the bathroom wall and enters from behind. Now he's getting back to the cocky guy I saw at the party, the one that's been missing for a while. He comes again - I'm still wet, horny, not really satisfied. Both tired, bed, sleep for a while. Wake up to his hands over my body, voice close to ear "I want you again", him hot and hard against my back. Guides him in, gasps a bit as it feels good to have him fill me out again. Lying behind me, thrusting in, holding my waist from behind - his third orgasm for the night. Dozing off again. Wake up again to light kisses all over neck. Roll over on stomach, motioning him over to lie on top of me and take me from behind. Use my hands to help guide him right. Shivers as he slides all the way in - I love this position, being partially held down by his weight, feeling him bounce against me as he thrusts, the sensation created by him inside. Fourth orgasm for the night - as I turn head to the side I see him with head thrown back and face knit together in equal parts pleasure and strain. Dozing off for a third time. Half-awake in the early morning hours. Hands move over him, find him already half-way hard and also half-awake. Use hands to bring him to full erection and slide down on top of him. He thrusts back, still half asleep. Lie down on top of him, upper body pushed up on arms, legs between his, taking him like a guy usually takes a woman. Fifth and final orgasm for the night. Eyes closed, breathing stopped, head thrown far back, groaning, grimacing, visibly exhausted but smiling. Finally time for some sleep - an hour or so. Alarm goes off, he rises, short kiss and "lie down five more minutes while I take a shower". I'm up when he comes out, stretches, yawns - his words "hey, that's not fair, you can't do that to me after a night like this". I see the twitch between his legs but that's all the energy left. Shower and then breakfast in the hotel lobby. I see people's quizzical looks to my masquerade gear from last night - even with P's borrowed shirt on top to cover up a bit more. Walk to the central station - he's catching a train to the airport. I'm catching the subway back home. Kiss, long hug for goodbye. I ask him to get in touch once he's mentally landed after this night and watch him walk away to the train. Hops on subway, tired, 15 minutes to home. C is warm and asleep in bed - it feels good to crawl up beside him. One Night Only? She felt numerous pairs of eyes turn to look as she and her friend entered the club. Ashleigh sighed and looked at her watch. It was a little after 11 o'clock, which means she had to endure this for at least two hours before she could escape without facing the wrath of Naomi. The petite blonde next to her grabbed her arm and led her to the bar. Even though the place was packed Naomi had the bartender get their drinks right away. Ashleigh rolled her eyes, men just fell over themselves to get Naomi anything she wanted., something she took full advantage of. Ashleigh turned and placed her back to the bar, looking out over the pulsing dance floor. She felt the stare before she saw who it belonged to. A gap in the dancers revealed a man sitting at a table, ignoring those around him to stare at her. She watched as he lifted a cigarette to his lips, the burning embers drawing her eye. Ashleigh felt the force of the stare had just punched a hole in her and he could see right through her. She held his gaze. Ashleigh turned as Naomi nudged her arm. She accepted the drink and gave a casual glance back over her shoulder but she couldn't see through the writhing throng on the dance floor. A shot was pushed into her hand and she swallowed it down quickly, the liquid burning her throat. She remained at the bar with Naomi as her sexy friend flirted with every man within radius. Ashleigh hovered next to her, a small smile on her lips. She loved the sex confidence Naomi excluded. It said 'I know exactly how to fuck and if you're lucky I'll show you.' Ashleigh wished she could be that outrageous. Instead she accepted the free drinks from Naomi's admirers and vaguely listened to one man talk to her about his divorce. Ashleigh felt a fingertip run slowly down her arm and turned to see the man from before up close. He was dressed all in black, and Ashleigh could feel the soft whisper of the silk against her as he edged his way between her and the divorcee. His hair was dark and fell slightly into his eyes, he brushed it away as he offered her a smile, revealing stormy grey eyes. He took her hand and brought it to his lips, brushing a soft kiss against her knuckles. He tugged slightly on her hand and guided her to the dance floor, weaving between the masses until he found a spot he liked. The hand he still held he slid up his chest to rest on his shoulder. She moved her hand to behind his neck, sliding her hand through the soft hair. He wrapped both hands round her waist and pulled her flush against him. His voice whispered in her ear as they moved to the music. "I'm Edward." "Ashleigh," She murmured back against his neck. His hand slid up her back, bare from neck to ass in a short black dress. His hand slid into her hair and tipped it back to look at him. "Got plans for tonight?" Ashleigh weighed her options, she could just dance with the guy or she could take a leaf out of Naomi's filled little black book and take him home. "You." He laughed and kept his hand on the bottom of her back as he guided her from the crowd. Ashleigh caught Naomi's eye and got a thumbs-up and a huge smile in return. He led her to a car in the lot and opened the door for her. She slid in and waited until he got in the other side before addressing him. "So where you want to go?" "Depends, where do you live?" His teeth gleamed in the dim light filtering through the windows. Ashleigh gave him her address and said nothing on the short drive to her apartment. Edward held her hand on the short elevator ride to her floor. He released it when she fumbled with the door key, suddenly nervous, taking the key from her and opening the door himself. He waited for her to enter before following. Ashleigh turned on a lamp in her living room and turned to face the man she didn't know. The man she had brought home with the sole intention of having sex with him. It definitely wasn't her usual repertoire but the second she felt his eyes on her she had dampened instantly. He took a seat on her couch and patted the spot next to him. She sat down and looked at him for a moment. Her gaze running top to toe in an appraising manner. Ashleigh shifted, swinging her leg over his so she straddled his legs. She didn't take her eyes from his as she brought her lips slowly to his. The kiss was soft, introductory. She moved to nibble on his lower lip before bringing her lips back to his for a deep kiss. Their tongues thrust together, each trying to establish some kind of dominance. Edward's hands gripped her ass, pulling her down onto him and grinding his hips into her. The short skirt of her dress had ridden up to almost her waist revealing the small black lace panties she had chosen for tonight. Edward slipped his hands into them to caress the soft naked flesh underneath. Ashleigh followed suit her hands running over the defined ridges of Edward's abdomen underneath his shirt. Ashleigh removed her hands, placing them instead on the buttons. She stopped kissing Edward to look at the smooth chest she unveiled with each button she undid. She was surprised by having a finger slipped inside her from behind and she pushed herself onto it. The last button came free and she slipped the shirt off his shoulders and admired the body of the man beneath her. He obviously took care of himself, something she definitely appreciated in this moment. She moved her lips to his neck, sucking just enough to leave a light mark before running her tongue over his chest, giving each small nipple a testing tug and nip. The finger slowly stroking inside of her was removed and her dress was pulled over her head and discarded. The black lace bra was next. Edward's hands slid up over her hips and sides to cup the lush curves he had revealed. He pulled her to him so that he could enclose one tight nipple in his mouth. Ashleigh tipped her head back, spilling her long dark hair down her back. Edward gave her nipple a small nip and when she reacted by pushing her hips harder into him she was rewarded with a more forceful bite that was sure to leave a lasting impression. The other nipple received the same treatment and Ashleigh felt herself become wet beyond belief. When Edward was done lavishing attention on her breasts her lifted both her and himself from the couch. Ashleigh wrapped her legs round him to secure herself and pointed to the bedroom door. He made for it and opened it, having no trouble finding the bed even in the dark. He tipped both of them onto it, making sure his weight didn't hurt her and quickly removed the rest of his clothes before dispensing with the black lace panties, now liberally soaked in her own juices. She gasped when his mouth fell on the centre of her, nothing gentle about the forceful licks her tingling clit was receiving. It didn't take long for her to quickly reach the edge and she allowed herself to be tossed over, screaming his name as her legs trembled around his head. Edward slowed his attentions allowing her to recover, avoiding her clit that was bordering on too sensitive after such an orgasm. Instead Ashleigh turned the two of them so she was kneeling between his legs and she brought her mouth to his rock hard cock. She gave him the same treatment he had her and dived right into the act. Wrapping her lips around him and using her tongue to wet all the shaft it could reach. Edward groaned and fisted his hands into the bed sheets. Ashleigh swept her hair out of the way, allowing the softness of it to fall over his stomach but not obstructing his view of her lips locked over the head of his cock, sucking him into the wet heat. One hand settled on her head and she allowed it to push her down, taking as much of the large shaft as she could. She stopped when she felt the head touched her throat, not wanting to gag. She tightened her lips around him and slowly dragged them off. He urged her off him and brought her to straddle him again. She knelt above him allowing him to bring the tip of him to her entrance. She waited until he moved his hands to her hips and urged her downwards before she allowed herself to slide onto him. Ashleigh felt herself being split slowly open by the large cock that was forcing its way into her. She could imagine the view Edward was getting and tightened her muscles in response to the provoking images. She made it most of the way down, feeling him pressed tight against her cervix along with every possible part of her insides. She had never felt so full to bursting. Edward brought his legs up and planted his heels. He spread his legs wide and began to rock within her, not really moving in or out. Her hands held his shoulders and her teeth bit her lip as she felt that last inch slide impossibly inside her. He allowed her time to adjust to the intrusion before urging her hips to move. Ashleigh complied, alternating her movements from grinding against his pubic bone which sent a sharp jolt through her clit to sliding up and down his length rapidly. Edwards hands played with her breasts, toying with her hard nipples, trying to tease the peaks even larger. He was enjoying both the view and the feel of being sunk deep within Ashleigh, enjoying the view of her bringing herself close to another orgasm, fucking herself on his cock, using it for her own pleasure. He watched as her teeth sunk into her lip, her hands tightened their grip on him, her nails dragging at his flesh. He enjoyed the ripples of her muscles on him as she came again. She pushed herself onto his full length and held there as her second orgasm of the night wracked her body. A long, low, drawn-out moan was the only sound that escaped her lips. She stayed seated on him as small aftershocks prolonged her orgasm. Edward sat up to kiss her deeply once more and he lifted her hips from him. Her lips made small sounds of protest at his removal of himself from her body. He turned her onto her stomach and brought her hips up so her ass was in the air. Ashleigh turned her head to look at him as he used his thumbs to prise her open before thrusting the full length of himself roughly into her. Ashleigh whimpered at the sensation, the small sting of pain that accompanied it only served to heighten her arousal. She slid her hands under the pillows to grip the posts of the head of the bed, leaving her hips held tightly in his hands, opting just to accept the savage thrusts that were ripping screams from her throat. She spread her legs wider, sliding herself to lie full out on the bed leaving Edward on his knees behind her, leaning his weight behind his thrusts. Gripping her hip and hair. Ashleigh lifted one hand from its tight grip on the post long enough to reach beneath herself and find her aching clit. She rubbed furiously, knowing she was close. It hit her unexpectedly and dragged Edward over with her. She pushed up onto her hands and knees so she could hold herself against him, feeling him spurt inside her. Her shaky knees could only hold her for a few seconds before she collapsed on the bed. Edward fell against her back, using one hand to keep his weight from her. He rolled and brought her with him, her back pressed to his chest, sprawling over the full expanse of the bed. They lay and caught their breath, one of his hands idly toying with her nipple. Ashleigh rolled off him to lie on her stomach beside him. One hand threw over his sweat slickened torso. He caught her fingers in his and turned his head to face her. "Will I see you again?" One Night Only Katie stood up and walked back into the room, John's eyes glued to her swaying ass. He followed her and watched as she got dressed. Those sexy, silky ivory panties slid up her legs and covered her still-smoldering sex. She looked at him, her palm rubbing the material against her dampness; she then smiled and rolled the panties back off. She held her hand out, offering a gift, a souvenir of their afternoon of lust. John took it, bringing it to his face and inhaled her scent. She finished dressing, minus those panties, and tried to smooth out her hair. She still glowed, looking like she had just been fucked to extreme satisfaction. They kissed one more time, her body molded to his; it was a kiss full of promise, a kiss that said there was much more to explore. Katie turned John's head and whispered in his ear. It was a number, her phone number, and then a soft "Goodbye."