by Ella Hilton
He tells me I am heading in his direction, that after my appointment he would love an impromptu drive-by meeting so we might enjoy a glimpse of one another before the larger adventures we are planning...I feel the tingle begin to build in my nipples and clit while imagining more than a drive-by. But I quickly stifle the thought, there is a red light ahead and I slow down and save his message in the cellphone. I get to my appointment on time and an hour later I'm back in the car, heading south and in his general direction.
I flip open the phone and call him and leave a message, disappointed to get a machine and not the man...figuring it's not meant to be, I continue on, headed to my second errand of the day. There are many cars out today and a lot of construction traffic in this neighborhood, I pay rapt attention to my driving.
Suddenly the cellphone rings loudly and I struggle to pull off onto a side street, turn off Barbra Streisand and answer. I once again hear that deep sweet voice and now we are chatting, he's urging me to turn that car around, to head back in his direction, to have that drive-by 'ice breaker', as he calls it. So even though I'm not dressed for the occasion and wasn't really prepared for this so soon, I succumb to temptation and turn the car around.
Stoplight! Good, time for a mirror check. Hair, ok. Makeup, perfect. Outfit, good, could've worn higher shoes than these flat sandals, but at least my pedicure is lovely. The long black skirt and sheer camisole look great with the big black linen open shirt. My nipples are visible through the sheer black camisole and I didn't wear panties today. And several pieces of my large turquoise jewelry collection are adorning my hot body. "It could be worse", I think to myself as I continue towards his place. At least he knows we were not planning this, he is getting the real girl in impromptu condition...
Two more streets and I'm there. I pull up into the driveway and he is walking out of the open garage towards me, smiling broadly and his eyes are twinkling with delight. I stop the car, fling open the door, get out and am immediately in his arms. He smells of sweat from his morning run, paint thinner, sunshine, and man. I am captivated with his size, he is tall and sinewy, lovely and tan and we kiss, our lips meeting for the first time. His hot and eager tongue invades my mouth and all shyness we felt is gone...I am all woman and he is all man and this is what we both want and need, and we know it...
The hot incredible emails we've exchanged have fueled the fire of our lust and as he reaches down my back towards my ass, I entwine my arms about his neck and back and press my groin up full against his cock. I feel my pussy getting wet and hot, throbbing with excitement. But we need to slow down, his elderly Mother is staying with him now and she is not feeling well and could walk out at any moment. I don't want to make a poor first impression, so we struggle with ourselves to break the embrace and to cool down some.
We separate briefly and move towards the interior of the house. The inside is a shambles, kitchen is all torn apart, lots of clutter everywhere and I know he's a junk collector like me! Several cabinet doors are in the garage area, stripped of paint and ready for varnish. He proudly shows me the work he's done so far and describes the plans he has to overhaul the entire house, where he's been now for 24 years. "He has his work cut out for him", I think to myself...realizing that my own home of 8 years is ready for an overhaul as well! My heart is still beating wildly in my chest and I am having trouble breathing...his nearness is overwhelming to me and all I want is to turn and to bury my face in his chest, to inhale him again, to pull up my camisole and to rub my hardened nipples and ripe breasts against the naked flesh of his strong torso hiding underneath that blue t-shirt.
The largest dog I've ever seen emerges from the back of the house and pads slowly towards me. He lets me pet him and lies down lazily at my feet. Big, mellow friendly soul...a perfect partner to this man of the desert. Intuitively I know this man is good, his dog is well-loved and content. And this relaxes me a little...
We walk back out into the open garage area and by now the lust is raging, we have both been fighting it back and can't keep it in check. We laugh and chat and flirt shamelessly and both of us know what we want and need. If Mom comes out here now, she's going to get a shock but we are not going to stop this time. His hands reach to find my tender breasts and he pulls them up and out of the sheer camisole and alternately sucks each hard nipple into that hot erotic mouth. I swoon with desire and as he kisses me repeatedly and deeply, he reaches between my legs, still only through my skirt and begins to stroke my pussy, clit and cuntlips.
I am getting hotter and wetter and really need him now, I need to cum and want to feel his fingers inside me, and when his hand reaches for the hem of my long skirt I don't protest but allow him to pull it up around my waist in front and to find my wet charms with his delicate touch. It's electrifying, feeling his warm hand on my most private places and I arch towards him as his fingers find my clit, stimulating me with deft talent until I can no longer keep from cumming. I climax over his fingers and leaning hard into his body, I reach out and hang onto him for support. His hot talented hand is in me more deeply now, he's talking to me, telling me how hot I am and wet and how much he wants me to cum for him, to let him have me, and as he continues to stimulate me faster now and then deeper, I cum and feel like I am dripping over his fingers and wrist.
Meanwhile I am aware that the neighbors next door with their moving van have seen this entire display and I have been further aroused by the thought that we were being watched. His cock is still hidden in the confines of his jeans and although I long for a taste, I am aware that Mom could appear at any moment, so as I struggle to regain some composure I reach out to rub him through the denim and he takes my hand and pushes it down inside past the waistband and I feel the hot erotic throbbing of his male member, thick and alive and warm in my hand as I grip him softly and push against him in desire. We continue our crazed kissing but only momentarily, I tell him, "If you take that cock out, I'll be on my knees right here on this concrete floor to suck you off"...and he realizes it's not the time and not the place so we stop for the moment, with considerable difficulty.
As we stand in the sunlight we gaze at one another with a mixture of delight, shyness, tenderness, greediness and lust. We both are grinning and our hearts are still beating wildly, our breathing is shallow and rapid and we are both still mesmerized with the newness of it all. I turn my back to him and press my clothed asscheeks up against his groin as he reaches around me to fondle my tits. I tell him this is my favorite position, from behind, and that I always cum this way and together we have the same mental image and we swoon as I rub against him. When we break the embrace, I turn and lift up his t-shirt and bury my face in his beautiful chest, inhaling the awesome maleness and savoring the moment...I am weak in the knees with my desire.
We kiss again and knowing that this is only our 'ice breaker', nothing more, I get into the car and drive away...he waves at me as I turn and we are both still grinning with delightful anticipation of the days to come...
The End.
A Waking Dream
She woke up with the moon shining through the window onto her bed. The moonlight cast glowing shadows across the room, reminding her of an underwater seascape. She ran her right hand down her body, starting at her chest, moving down her right breast, pausing at her nipple and fingering it softly. Her breast felt soft, full, and supple under her warm winter comforter. After a moment, her hand continued its journey downward across her navel as her left hand moved onto her abdomen, resting lightly against her upper pelvic bone, her fingers moving into her triangle of hair. Her right hand moved into a parallel position with her left and she arched her back. She moved both her hands to rub the insides of her thighs and her lower belly.
She closed her eyes as she felt her inner muscles contract to the soft touch of her fingers. She wasn't surprised when she moved her fingers over to touch her clitoris that it was already wet. She had been dreaming of a man. A man who had been haunting her dreams, bringing her endless pleasu
re and longing. She had awoken tonight moments after he had entered her, filling her. Filling her so wonderfully that she had woken in the moonlight desiring to be filled again.
Her fingers were moving inside her now. The image of the beautiful man hovering over her filled her vision as she rubbed her clitoris expertly, her heat and wetness beginning to drip onto the satin sheets under her. His dark hair matched the hair on his strong chest; the muscles on his arms flexed as he thrust against her counter-thrust, the two of them moving rhythmically, becoming one in the soft moonlight.
She reached with her left hand to her bedside table, leaving her right hand moving slowly in and out of her. Without opening her eyes, so as to retain the vision of her lover, she grasped a phallic statue from her beside table and brought it into the warmth of her satin bed sheets. The dildo felt cold against her skin as she moved it across her belly and in between her legs. She touched its tip against her pussy and pulled it away again quickly, the coldness of it shocking her.
She brought her moist fingers out of her warmth and wrapped her hand around the dildo shaft, warming it and moistening it. She rubbed it, transferring her inner fluid onto it until it felt warm to the touch. Then, as the man of her inner vision bent low to kiss her lips, she inserted the dildo into her inviting moistness. She pushed it in as the man thrust forward on top of her, kissing her face and neck.
She arched her back as the ecstasy of her movements began to fill her with immaculate pleasure. Her muscles contracted and eased as she felt a tightening just inside, where the man's erect penis penetrated her. He began to whisper to her as he pressed into her, "You are so beautiful, my dear. I can feel you surrounding me, making me whole. Mon fille belle. Je t'adore." They moved faster now, so that they slid back and forth on the crisp satin sheets.
As they moved together, she could feel his balls slapping her, just below where his hardness penetrated her. They moved in unison, becoming one in the cool moonlight, stirring in one another an ecstasy rarely experienced in the sensual world.
She felt close to cumming now, the tension in her lower abdomen building to a greater intensity. The vision of the man on top of her, moving so expertly in and out of her, filled her and became real as they made love, her legs wrapped around his, her lips against his chest, and her fingers digging into his back. Their groins smacked one against the other, their juices mixing, her enticing wetness consuming his hard cock. In and out, in and out, in and out, one against the other, moving together to the music of eternity.
They were breathing together, their breath coming fast now. The man began to moan, which only furthered her ecstasy, and she could vaguely hear herself echoing his moans. She knew she was going to cum any second, the tension inside of her having built into a crescendo of pleasure. In and out, in and out, in and out he moved, his breath coming quick now, his eyes closed and his head back. He thrust hard, deeper than he had before. Again he thrust. And again. And again. Deep. So deeeeeep.
She exploded in an orgasm that shook her whole body, moving in waves from her pelvis down her legs and up again to her crotch, up her belly, wrapping around her breasts, right to the tips of her long silky hair. At the same instant, she felt the man cum deep inside her, filling her with his inner fluid and intensifying her ecstasy. He convulsed against her shaking body, moving smoothly yet jerkily now, as pleasure wracked his body. He let out a long moan and slowed his movements.
But he didn't stop. He kept moving in and out of her as the last waves of her orgasm swept through her. She could feel the juices dripping from her against her thighs and the man's erect penis moving slowing into her, and out again.
She slowly came back to herself, reluctant to leave her waking dream. She felt herself moving the dildo in and out of her pussy carefully and slowly, feeling extremely sensitive to every slightest movement. She gently felt around her pussy and the sheet below her, rubbing her sweat and wetness into her skin and up onto her belly
She slowly took the dildo out of her and put it back on the bedside table. She opened her eyes to see the cool moonlight resting against her naked body. Her comforter had fallen to the floor beside her bed. She luxuriated in the cool night air caressing her feminine form. She stretched, arching her back, and raised her arms over her head as she felt sleepiness approaching from the realm of the sacred river. She slowly rolled over and pulled the comforter back on top of her and rested her head on a soft pillow.
She closed her eyes and thanked God for bringing the mysterious stranger into her bedchamber on this cool moonlit night. She curled up and let sleep roll over her. As she fell into a wonderful peaceful slumber, she felt a masculine grasp gently take her hand in his, raise it to his soft moist lips, and lead her on into another dream as yet undreamt.
The End.
Behind Red Doors
The steam from your shower has just begun to fog up the mirror when I arrive home, back aching from a long day bent over a massage table. My eyes narrow and the corner of my mouth twists upward in a devilish smirk. "You little bastard, think you'll beat me to the shower do you," I mumble to myself as I kick the door closed, drop the trappings of my pedestrian lifestyle in the hall, and walk assertively towards the bathroom door- which you have left brazenly ajar- shedding items of clothing as I go.
I pause at the door, considering what a scene it must be: me naked at the door of my own bathroom, with a trail of clothes behind me. My heart speeds up, as it always does when I think of touching you. Lust unswayed by time and familiarity. I slip in silently. You're singing to yourself, "Hey Julie" by Fountains of Wayne. Your eyes are closed to avoid the sting of the shampoo, and you haven't noticed me yet. I seize on the opportunity.
Easing my head around the curtain, I burst into your bubble of soap and song, finishing the most appropriate lyric for you, "I'm here to rub your back..." You freeze, eyebrows at attention, but wisely wait to rinse your hair before opening your eyes. My arms and lips are on you before you can catch a glimpse. "Mmmm, hello naked," you breathe into my ear, your voice causing me to shiver and sigh uncontrollably. A new ache arises in my body, and my back and shoulders are forgotten until you kiss and caress them as we explore each other in the steam.
We circle one another until I simply can't stand it anymore, pressed against you I can feel your need pulsing with every beat of your heart. I pull my lips from yours reluctantly and sink to my knees. My mouth begins to water as I run my cheek and lips along your sensitive skin, I can't wait for the taste of the water as it runs over your body, and I ease you eagerly between my parted lips and onto my waiting tongue.
A barely audible gasp issues from your throat. Always the picture of self-restraint, but I'll have you moaning loud enough to wake the dead before I'm through with you. I always do. Practice and your gentle instruction have left me an expert at sending you through the roof, but I take my time, savoring the moment and the feel of you.
I lean back to enjoy the look on your face, one of my hands still keeping the beat, the other drawn between my thighs by the undeniable force of the need rising within me. I take you back into my mouth, this time with much more satisfying and audible results. I stroke you languidly for a little longer, until I hear urgency creep into your voice and you twist your fingers through my long wet hair in search of a handhold amongst all the slick surfaces.
My pace quickens, and my imprisoned fingers are released for the finale. Working in perfect harmony, as they do all day at my clinic, they almost take on a life of their own when I bend them to this more pleasurable purpose. I'm left to relish the feel of you in my mouth for these last few moments. Your breath becomes ragged and I'm rewarded with some mild expletives and favorite pet names as you climax. I lean back, letting the results wash down the drain as I stare into your exhausted and elated face.
You open your eyes and I am reminded of the burning between my thighs. So, it would seem, are you. Experience and your natural telepathy tell you exactly what I want. You ease to the floor of the tub
on slightly shaky legs and follow the trail blazed by my fingers a few minutes before. Thumb and forefinger working inside and out, you raise me off the ground and up to your waiting mouth.
One light kiss and I reach out for the wall to support myself. You grace me with your tongue and I moan in appreciation. Either the room is getting extremely steamy now or my eyes are fogging over in pleasure. Maybe it's both. One last look at your playful smile and I close my eyes to concentrate on the tactile pleasures of the moment. The water running down over me, your fingers slipped blissfully up into me: one-- oh god-- two of them. And your tongue sending waves of heat through me.
I want to stand that way forever, even when my legs start to shake from the muscles tightening and my breathing is so fast and shallow I'm starting to lose feeling in my face. Your pace is steady and insistent as always, and with a moan I feel a wave of pleasure shudder through my body. I contract around your fingers only once or twice before you pull away and guide me down to your lap.
I'm a little dismayed at first that you didn't ride the orgasm out with me until I realize your intentions. You guide me down to you and slide smoothly inside me. Apparently I wasn't the only one who's hand was wandering while they worked. The last sparks of my pleasure explode on contact and we grind into each other in an effort to make the moment last. Regaining my composure, I try to rock on top of you but the space in the tub is slightly cramped with both of us sitting down. Our eyes lock.
