by Ella Hilton
"I'm lapping at the big tasty tip of this strange man's cock," Ilona said, "and he's ripped down the front of my blouse and hefted my big, round breasts out of their bra."
Tomas was almost incoherent, now, just moaning her name, and she could feel her orgasm nearing, too. It took all her will power not to gasp or moan or do any of the other things she did in all those other nights, wrapped in sweaty sheets, mouth livid ringed with smeared lipstick, fingers sticky, breasts and cunt bathed in a lover's saliva.
"My little brown nipples are hard and sharp as cut glass. He's fingering my pussy, just spreading it wide enough that his huge cock can get inside me. Oh, he's forcing it in... oh... so big. He's fucking me hard and slow... he can last all night, this stud between my legs."
Ilona's legs were spread wide behind the safety of the modesty panel, and her biceps were aching with the effort of staying still while her fingers moved so desperately on her pussy. On the phone, she heard the familiar sound of Tomas coming, and that finally brought on her orgasm, which washed over her with tidal force.
"Oh that was so hot, baby. So hot," babbled Tomas over and over. "I haven't come so hard in ages."
Ilona was short of breath, and her reply to Tomas was husky. "Me either. Come home soon, okay?"
"Yeah," said Tomas, "I'll do my best. Should be less than a week now."
"So long? Well, call me again. Can't tie up the line any more."
They disconnected, and at that moment, as if waiting for her call to finish, the man checked his watch then stood and walked over to her desk. Ilona found herself checking out his crotch, some part of her still locked in the fantasy, and found that he did actually seem to have a fairly decent package down there. Then she shook her head, and smiled professionally at him.
"This is a nice office," he said. "I think you probably redecorated it recently?"
"Yes," she said, she felt a little puzzled, and decided she needed to spend more time talking in English, if so little conversation could so easily stymie her. "We had a small fire at the beginning of the year. Nothing serious, but plenty of smoke damage."
"Yes, I rather suspected as much. Ah well," he said, "tell Adorjan that I'll see him tomorrow. Please explain to him that I'm meeting some old pals down at Darshan Udvar, and that he's welcome to join us."
Moving with easy grace, the man was through the door moments later, pausing only to laugh softly and then shake his head, muttering some brief, vaguely familiar phrase. Ilona waited a few moments then got up, smoothing her skirt down on her toned thighs, and went through the same door to reach the bathroom in the corridor where she could wash her hands.
When she walked back, she stopped at the settee to sort the cushions where the man had been sitting. Idly, she noticed that her panties were just visible in her handbag, and she reminded herself to tuck them in more securely before she left. She froze for a moment, something about her handbag seeming strange. There it was, under her desk, sitting just to the side where she could tap her feet against it, to reassure herself that she hadn't misplaced it. She remembered the man's comment on the renovation of the office, and she suddenly realised that her replacement desk didn't have a modesty panel. She felt light-headed, and she had to grab the settee to stop from falling. For a moment, she entertained the hope that he somehow hadn't seen her. Her brain, as if eager to rub it in, suddenly informed her that she didn't know the English words for redecorated or suspected or smoke damage and that that scruffy stranger had been speaking not English, but flawless, if unaccented, Magyar.
What was that phrase he had spoken, before he left? That little comment to himself on his odd little afternoon? She struggled to remember. Then...
There but for the grace of God go I.
Be My Lover
"I don't know what to do, Gary. No matter who it is, I always find something wrong with them." Kaylee complained.
"You're just too picky sometimes. Especially about this." Gary would reply.
For months Kaylee had been on a quest for her soulmate. She would look at every guy she passed...at times she would even glance at the women...but with no luck.
"I don't know what brought this on, Kay. You have plenty of time! You're gorgeous, you're funny, you're smart, you're-"
"single" she would always reply.
At the end of every day, she would recount her search to her roommate/best friend, Gary. And after she was done, he would try to convince of her that she was crazy. Her singleness had never bothered her before, but then, on her 20th birthday, she'd gone into a crisis.
When she had been little, she would imagine her wedding. She'd imagine her groom. And she had planned on it all, even the date. The date she'd always counted on was May 14, 2002, her 20th birthday.
Now that it had come and gone, she was in a rut. No one was good enough. She'd looked at coworkers, friends, even cashiers. No one.
"It's easy for you, Gary. Everyone loves you. The right person will just.. meet you. I actually have to go out and find mine."
"And what makes me different from you? I'm telling you, Kaylee, when you stop looking, you'll meet him."
She would always sigh, and tell him he was right. Then, they would fall asleep watching some movie late at night, snuggled on the couch.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Kaylee, we have this conversation every night! Let it go! Concentrate on your work, or your, um, ...get a pet! Something!"
"Sorry, sorry. I'll stop."
"Uh-huh."
Gary went to go get the popcorn from the microwave, as Kaylee poured them some soda pop. She was hilarious to watch pouring something. Her long, curly blonde hair would dip into the cup, and as she would straighten up, it would snap into her cute, button-nosed face. Then she would always look up at Gary with her big green eyes to see if he saw. He always did.
Tonight he was wearing a black turtleneck that showcased his muscles nicely, jeans, and hiking boots. He had his light brown hair combed to the front. As always, though, the first thing you would have noticed was his light blue eyes. On his tanned face, they were very startling.
As Kaylee shuffled around in her fuzzy slippers, tee shirt, and panties, she wasn't bothered in the least that her drawers were showing. She had known Gary forever, and they were strictly friends.
"What movie did you get, Kay?"
"Um, some unknownie. Something about a policeman..."
"Remind me to supervise you. You keep getting these winners." he replied sarcastically.
"Just sit down and watch."
"Yes, dear."
He sat down, waited for Kaylee to sit on his lap, and waited for it to begin.
It started out normally, but it was soon apparent that this was an "adult movie".
"Oh, my gosh. I didn't think someone was able to do that." Kaylee gaped.
"You did this on purpose, didn't you, you little devil."
"Please. All this is doing is reminding me of how lonely I am. I sure wish I had someone to do that with."
"You keep saying stuff like that, and wiggling your butt on my lap, then I might just have to do something about it." Gary said to her.
Kaylee hadn't even realized she was wiggling, but now that he had mentioned it, she sensed a wetness in her pussy. More importantly, she sensed a hardness below that.
"Is this turning you on, Gawee?" she teased. "Is having my hot little body on yours getting someone hard?"
"You little slut!" he laughed. He pushed her off of him, and tickled her, jumping on top of her, in hopes of diverting attention from his "condition".
All it did, though, was make it worse. Kaylee wiggling under him, laughing cheerily, made him think things he shouldn't. For a while now, he had noticed his best friend's "charms" were attracting some attention. He could see why, too. She was stacked, in just about everyone's opinion. He had also noticed, that when he imagined his future, she would be in it.
Kaylee, meanwhile, was fighting to get free. Then their lip
s brushed against each other's, making them stop and stare at each other. There had been a spark, that made Kaylee's heart beat. "This is it." she thought. "This is the spark I've been looking for. Right here...all this time."
She looked at him a moment longer, then leaned her head up to a bewildered Gary, and whispered "Kiss me again."
He lowered his lips to hers, closing his eyes partly, looking at her through his long eyelashes. He felt the spark too, and he felt it again when their lips met once more. The kiss started gently, but soon developed into a passionate make out session. Gary's tongue would be sucked on by a shocked Kaylee.
She pulled away, mentally scolding herself for not seeing it before. Gary was the one. It was Gary.
She rolled out from under him, got up, and slowly walked to her bedroom, on the other side of their loft apartment. He followed her a few steps behind, but was suprised when he didn't find her there. She popped her head out from her bathroom door. "Wait there."
He sat down on her bed, his mind racing. It had finally happened. They were together now.
"Close your pretty eyes." he heard her husky voice say.
He did, and he felt her naked figure press against his back. She unbuttoned his shirt from behind, kissing the back of his neck, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. She rolled over and sat on his lap, wrapping her legs around him. She held his head and kissed him more and more. His hands rubbed up and down her back.
He lifted her up and laid her down on the bed, kissing down her neck. He reached her perfect D-Cup breasts, and licked around and around, slowly closing in on her pink nipples, which were hard by now. When he reached them, he closed his mouth over them, and suckled like a newborn baby. She tipped her head back and cooed, holding his head to her breast. He detached himself from her, and suckled on her other breast. When he felt that they had waited long enough, he kissed and sucked his was down her taut stomach.
When he neared her sweet cunt, she was trembling. He made soothing noises as he lowered his mouth. Looking into her eyes, he kissed her swollen clit,making her lift her hips up and make a noise of pure pleasure from her full, pouty lips. Her eyes never broke contact with his, as he licked up and down her slit. He finally looked away as he sucked each of her tender pussy lips into his mouth. Then he reached into her fuck hole with his tongue, she was in ecstacy. As he sucked and flicked her clit, she came. She came with such intensity, he had to hold on to her hips, for she was bucking so hard he felt a compulsion to keep sucking on her, putting her in such pain it actually felt good. He certaintly knew all the tricks.
"Mmmmmm...where'd you learn to do that, Gary?"
"Shhh...you need to relax for this part, sweetie. You wanna go on?"
"Mmm, yes." she replied, still in the afterglow.
He took off his shoes and pants. He stroked his cock a few times, lining it up with her wet pussy. He had an average sized cock in length, about eight inches, but it was very, very thick. So thick, he was worried about hurting her, so he rubbed her clit gently to keep her mind occupied. As he pressed the head of his cock to her pussy, he rubbed harder, watching her face for just the right second. When she closed her eyes and moaned, he shoved his cock into her, all in one thrust.
Her eyes flew open, as she realized she hadn't prepared herself for this. As the pain subsided, he rubbed slowly in and out of her, very gently. Pleasure started to come to her, as her pussy lips followed his cock in and out, touching his balls occasionally. "God, fuck me faster." she groaned.
"Yes, ma'am." he replied in a drawl, as he pumped into her faster. Her tits bounced as he bucked into her. Her head threw itself back, as she opened her mouth moaning and screaming. He felt his cock bump into her cervix, and he just fucked her harder, making her scream. He felt the cum start to build up in his balls, making them heavier. He felt them bounce off her ass as he warned her. "Yes! Yes, cum in me! Cum WITH me!" she svreamed back.
As he groaned, he felt her tight walls get even tighter as she came on his cock. She bucked into his hips as he felt his cum spill out into her, pumping into her with each jet of thick creamy cum. She felt it start overflow, and as he started to stop pumping, she lowered her hand and brought some cum, mixied with her juices, up to her mouth. He kissed her, as she swallowed some of the mixture. They shared their taste, kissing slowly and passionately.
And as they feel asleep, she whispered dreamily to him, "Hey, Gary?"
"Yeah, baby?"
"I think my search is over."
"Mine too."
The End.
Savannah
Easily slipping down the Intercostal Waterway through yet another 'no wake' zone. Maintaining 6 knots and riding a rising tide is not difficult. In a few miles he would enter and have to cross the Savannah River and have little time to for idle though. But right now he could let his mind wonder. He had planned a cruise to Myrtle Beach but now he was 200 miles south of there heading for a marina in Thunderbolt, Georgia. The reason he this far south of his destination was an invitation from Anna. He had never been to Savannah and all he really knew was from the book "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil." Anna assured him there was more to Savannah than the assortment of odd characters portrayed in the book. Still he wondered if he'd run into the man with the invisible dog or the salesman with purple eye shadow. Smiling at the thought brought him back to Anna. And she would make the trip all worthwhile.
Crossing the Savannah River and finding the proper channel was easier the he thought, and Thunderbolt marina was clearly visible. A short radio conversation led him to the transient slips and a dock boy helped with the lines and the power cord. Anna was waiting in the marina lounge just as she said she would. She was sitting at a table close to the window and smiled broadly at him as he approached. She rose as he neared, they embraced and their lips lingered together. They both sit and exchange the usual pleasantries easy in each others company. She asks about the trip down the Intercoastal and he asks what surprises Savannah had for him. Smiling she looks at her watch and notes that it is 6pm and they should get some dinner.
It is a 5 minute drive to restaurant where they both order shrimp dinners because they are local and fresh. While awaiting our order he noticed that even dressed casually in a linen dress she still looked elegant. Gazing into her deep eyes he is able to see her soul smile. Her eyes keep roaming his body and then return to his gaze, allowing him to witness the hunger she cannot hide from him. Warm and gracious smile on her lips signal her content in being with him. She reaches across the table to take his hand in hers, he delights in her touch. The waiter interrupts the moment with the meal and they both settle down to dine. After dinner the step outside to meet the low sun and he asks "Well, you're the tour director, where to," to which she says, "Let's just walk along the waterfront, and I'll show you old town Savannah tomorrow." Smiling he was thinking that tonight was between now and tomorrow and only a hint of how to fill it. What would the city known for Midnight hold for him at midnight?
They strolled hand in hand in the waning sun of early evening, their conversation light and breezy as the air around them. Easy in each others company just as they had been for months before meeting. But in this first real meeting they explored, in greater depth, each others sensitivity and intelligence, finding more and more common ground and compatibility. From the very first they seemed well suited to each other. And they were cementing their bond on this evening. Strolling down the street she pulls his hand back slightly and places her other hand on his face. Kissing him deeply with an aggressive tongue she showed that she could lead as well as follow. Breaking the kiss, she gazes in his eyes and says "air conditioner working on the boat, babe, because we are going to need it." He affirms that it is.
Back at the boat bathed in the warm glow of only candles they embrace, gently at first their lips barely touching, then harder as the desire inside them grows. She is rubbing up and down his arms, and he is doing the same to her. With each movement he brushes the sides of her f
ull breasts. Her tongue between his lips he gently rolls his teeth across it. Pushing her tongue he probes her mouth and feels the heat within her. Without breaking the kiss she loosens the single button of his pullover shirt. Taking his cue from her he unbuttons the back of the dress and unhooks her bra. She moves down his chest slowly and unbuckles his belt.
With delft fingers she unbuttons his short pants, and eases them and the briefs over his hips. He pulls the shoulders of the dress and the straps of the bra forward and it too falls away. She is now probing his mouth with stabbing motions first with a firm tongue than letting it soften across his tongue. Both are breathing harder their passion rising. Their desire for each other increasing. At last breaking their kiss she pulls his shirt over his head and only then did he notice she wasn't wearing any thing else.
