by S. C. Adams
“You sure you’re okay with this?” he growls in my ear. “You seemed a little unsure just now.”
I take a deep breath. Being in his lap is doing crazy things to me, not just because I can feel that hard pole pressing insistently into my bottom. It’s him. The air feels hotter around him, like he’s literally a furnace that emits heat. He’s so huge, growly, and muscular, that I know what I’m going to say before I’ve even said it.
“I’m sure.”
He chuckles low in my ear before dragging along my sides, pulling the hem of my skirt up.
“You’re gorgeous,” he breathes into my ear, the hot air making me shiver. I toss my head back with pleasure.
“You don’t have to say that.” I don’t know why I can’t take a compliment. Maybe because I never actually believe it.
“I mean it,” he says, the serious tone of his voice indicating that I need to stop questioning him. The hard dominance in his eyes tells me that he means every word he says, and in this moment, I feel like the most beautiful, sexy woman in the world to this one man.
“Show me how much you mean it,” he commands with an edge to that dark voice.
Emboldened, I pull up my skirt a bit, exposing soft creamy thighs before pulling up the fabric even more. Slowly, the mound of my silk panties appear, and oh god, but they’re already moist at the crotch. His eyes focus on the dark spot, and a smile appears on those perfect lips.
“Let me just …” But instead of finishing his sentence, those strong fingers travel to the hem of my panties, sliding into the fabric to pull them to the side. Oh my god, is this really happening? Am I letting a man look at my steamy wetness, the pulsing pink open to his gaze?
But it’s true, and like a trembling doe, I hold my thighs apart baring everything to him. His eyes focus on my sweetest spot and he lets out a half-laugh, half-groan while taking me in.
“You’re beautiful, sweetheart,” he rumbles before reaching to touch my bud. I almost scream. The man’s done nothing but stroke lightly across my hard nub, and yet I’m already ready to burst just from that one, skimming touch.
He chuckles again, never taking his eyes away from my swollen flesh. And then, he reaches down with his finger and lightly strokes through my folds. I moan with ecstasy, throwing my head back as my eyes begin to shut. Oh my god, this is really happening. A man is fingering my pussy in a public place, and I don’t even know him!
But it feels good, and emboldened by my breathy cries, the stranger takes the next step. Slowly, he eases a finger into my channel and my walls squeeze him tight, massaging that hard length.
“You like it, don’t you?” he rasps, looking up once quickly.
My flushed cheeks and parted pink lips tell him all he needs to know. With another low chuckle, he hooks his finger inside me, and the sensation’s delicious. I moan, and grab onto his shoulders to steady myself.
“Relax, baby,” he hums. “This is just the beginning.
The man moves with an excruciating slowness, in and out, in and out. Every second feels like being on the precipice of breaking. When I feel like I’m about to explode, he adds a second finger and then a third.
“Are you going to come? Are you close?” I nod, biting my lip. I’ve never wanted a man so much. My body already feels infinitely connected to his, aware of the pulsing of his heart, the air in his chest, and his fingers on me and inside of me.
“Fuck!” My hands grip his shoulders reflexively.
“Come then, baby. Come for me.”
At his words, I let it loose. I throw my head back while a wave of pleasure crests, builds, and then crashes over my frame. My pussy shivers and convulses, squeezing down hard on the fingers within as I ride out my climax on his hand. I’ve never felt like this before. What is he doing to me?
I start to come back down, bringing my head forward while panting, and that’s when I feel his long hard length against my thigh. Without a word, I go to his belt buckle, pulling it loose. The leather strap gets thrown somewhere before I unzip his pants and reach in. He’s just as big as I imagined, maybe bigger, and I gasp as I close my fingers around his thickness. Correction. I can’t get my fingers all the way around, and he groans low in his chest as I squeeze experimentally.
I shudder at the thought of it being inside me.
We maneuver him out of his pants, and then I literally let out a moan of anticipation because his cock is beyond huge. Not only is there length, but girth as well. Veins run up and down from the base to his bulbous head, and as I stroke his shaft, precum leaks from the tip. I was worried before about being able to fit it in me, but now I’m really worried.
“Don’t worry, we’ll make it work,” he growls, reading my mind. I stop and look at him. I decide to take the dive and raise my hips. I’m barely thinking straight, just drunk on all this sensation. Embarrassingly enough, I can’t catch his dick inside. I keep missing like the inexperienced idiot that I am, but he doesn’t mind. Instead he rocks me back and forth so that my lips drag along his long length, getting him wet.
“That a girl,” he groans, watching avidly as my pussy splits into a beautiful camel toe along his ridge. “Fuck, you’re drenched.”
It’s true because I’m leaking cream, and his length glistens as I slide horizontally along that beautiful shaft.
“Now, pretty girl,” the man growls, pulling me up once more. “Let’s give this another try.”
By now, I’m creamy and swollen and his length is totally lubed as well. It should go in easy, right? But oddly, he maneuvers me forwards a little, and when his tip presses against my asshole, an altogether different sound escapes my throat.
I thought that was a fluke, but he rubs his glans back and forth between my cheeks, shocking and titillating me.
It feels so different.
“I’ve never…” my voice trails off. “I mean …”
“Do you want to try?” He’s still teasing my asshole as he asks. I go still, my heart beating in my chest. Do I? I’m not sure, and that’s my answer.
“I don’t know,” is my small mewl. After all, it’s not like I’m totally against the idea, but we’re in such a public place. But he did just finger me, and I want more.
“We only have to do what you want,” he says soothingly while stroking my cheek with the back of his finger. God everything about this man is such a turn on. “But I just hope you know how much I want you.”
Oh, I do. And I want him right back.
If this is how I get to have this man, then I’ll take it.
“Okay, let’s try it then,” I say in a small voice. His eyes gleam in the dark.
“That’s my good girl,” he rumbles while lifting me up again. “Always open to new experiences.”
He positions me, so my hole is right above the tip of his cock. Admittedly, I’m a little nervous. These are a lot of major firsts for me. He’s a stranger after all, and I’m breaking a lot of barriers tonight.
I take a big breath to try and relax myself, but it’s not totally working. My arms are wrapped around him, resting on his shoulders. His dick probes my entrance, and I close my eyes tight as my body wraps around him. He pushes forward a bit, and my breath hitches.
Dear god! It’s the most delicious sensation, but I also feel like I’m about to burst. The man stops, pausing for a moment.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as my eyes flutter open.
“We need to loosen you up a bit,” is his calm reply, although judging from his elevated breathing, he’s anything but calm. Slowly, one hand reaches backwards and then his fingers are massaging my ass. I gasp and buck a bit, but he holds me in place before bringing his fingers to his mouth to suck. Then he heads back between my cheeks and strokes my asshole again.
“Feel good?” he asks.
I manage to sigh, unable to speak. It feels amazing. But this man is full of surprises because before I know it, he’s inserting a finger into my tight hole.
“Oh, shit!”
I never knew that h
aving something in my back door like this could feel so good. It’s absolutely incredible, and then before I know it, he’s inserting another finger. I squeal a bit, jerking, but he holds me tight.
“Steady, pretty girl. Just getting you ready for what comes next.” I breathe deep as he stretches me out until he’s inserted three of his fingers into my back passage. It’s a foreign feeling, having almost his entire hand inside me, but a flutter of pleasure tickles my core.
Smiling, he pumps a few more times before slowly removing them with a sucking sound, and then repositions me.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I say in a whisper. He brings me back around and nudges my hole with his tool once more. The second time around, I’m not as tight, but it’s still a little uncomfortable. His cock is so much bigger than his fingers.
“Come on sweetheart, you can take me. You can take all of me.” His words of encouragement help, and I unclench my muscles. It offers some relief, but still, it’s a strain. But this man is up to the challenge because inch by delicious inch, he works himself in. Before I realize it, every ridge of his scrumptious cock rubs against my insides, making me moan and squeal. Oh my god, is it all in? I peer downwards, but it’s impossible to tell.
“You’ve got it,” he growls. “You’ve done a great job, baby, because I’m ten inches, and you just took me in your ass like a champ.”
Oh my god, really? But it’s true because now, as he pumps up and down a bit, I can feel his balls slapping against my ass cheeks. His jaw tenses as he moves, and low grunts escape from his chest as he uses my body to extract pleasure for himself. Hearing him so animalistic sets me off even more. I bury my face in his neck, lapping at his skin as his dick grows inside of me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I cry. I wish I knew his name, so I could scream it right now. My insides twist until finally, they untangle in a beautiful crescendo. My pussy and ass spasm hard, clenching down on his pole, and just as I come, I feel white hot cum spill into me as he bursts with climax.
“Jesus Christ!”
I grasp on to him, holding tight as my ass is filled with hot, virile cum. Oh god, is this what it’s supposed to be like? He pumps uncontrollably, ejaculating a huge load into my body as I milk him with my interior muscles. I whimper and moan, loving it all until my body calms a bit, breasts still heaving. My breathing evens, and I look down. Oh my god. This is really happening.
Maybe getting up is a good option. Slowly, I maneuver upwards until his cock pops out, and then to my shame, a huge glob of semen drops out of my ass and onto his lap.
“Oh my god,” is my gasp.
He merely grins.
“Don’t worry about it sweetheart. It’s nothing that dry cleaning can’t fix.”
But now, I’m completely embarrassed and hurriedly pull my skirt down. My ass is sore, but I can still walk. My wits are coming back to me, and I realize that I am not wearing any underwear. What happened to it? I don’t want to spend time crawling on the floor looking for the missing item, so I label that pair lost.
I straighten out my clothes, acutely aware of how dirty I feel, but it’s in a good way. There’s semen dripping down my leg, but I don’t have any urge to wipe it away. If anything, I want to remain marked by him.
He’s watching me, looking amused again. He chuckles as he zips himself up.
“You should probably go home and get some rest,” he suggests. I nod because it sounds like a good idea. I’m still riding that high, but once all this adrenaline runs out, it’ll be awkward, definitely.
As a result, I take his advice and leave. No goodbye, no thank you, no nothing. I don’t even stop to check in with my friends. I just walk right out with my head held high and a frozen smile on my lips, leaving the noisy crowd behind.
Limping a bit, I find my way to the nearest subway station. Thank god I’m buzzed enough that the thought of being commando on underground public transport isn’t skeeving me out too much. I’ll probably come to regret this decision when I’m sober.
But there’s one thing I won’t regret.
I find a seat and cover my face as I remember what happened less than ten minutes ago. The people riding with me must think I’m insane. And they would be right frankly, if they knew what I just did.
I feel like such a bad girl. Regular Kylie would never dream of doing something so crazy. But that’s what tonight was for, to not be my ‘everyday’ self. And it felt good, I have to admit, like a part of myself was awakened by the handsome man and his deliciously dirty touch.
I make it to my house and immediately fall into bed. I’m too tired to change, but too wired to go right to sleep. Instead, I collapse on top of the covers, with images of the gorgeous stranger dancing through my mind. What must he think of me? I guess it doesn’t matter because I’ll never see him again. Strangely, my heart contracts at that thought, and an ache settles into my stomach. I wish I got his name so that at least I could stalk him on-line and fantasize that we’ll see each other in the future. But it’s too late now, and as my eyes close, I see his handsome profile. He’s mine, but it was only for one night.
2
Kylie
I wake up the next morning, and the first thing I notice is how sore my ass is. Jesus Christ, what a night. I am not used to waking up like this. The memories flood my mind, and I gasp, remembering the amazing time I had with that guy.
What was his name?
Did I not get his name?
I cover my face when the realization hits me. Not only did I make love to a complete stranger in the middle of a club, but I didn’t even get his name! Could I be any more of a loose woman?
The answer is no.
I think harder, and another one of my mistakes hits me over the head: I didn’t get his number! How could I have such a thrilling time and then fail to get the guy’s name or number? What is wrong with me?
“Oh, Kylie,” I mumble. “Girl, you have messed up.”
I feel like shit about all the mistakes I made last night, and now, there’s absolutely nothing I can do. I have no way of tracking this guy down. I run through every possible avenue I could take to find him but come up with nothing. All I have is are my memories of what he looks like. Thinking of that hardened, muscled body and his cocky grin make me smile to myself. At least I have that.
But otherwise, this is a royal fuck-up. I’ll have to resign myself to last night being a cherished memory, never to be relived again. Sigh…
But there’s no point in dwelling on what is lost, especially when there’s so much to do today. I take my arm away from my eyes and look around my childhood room. Nothing has been changed since I left for college. My overstuffed bookshelves still line the walls, with posters of hot male celebrities pinned next to my mirror, and one wall painted black from my emo phase.
It’s a great place to cool any naughty thoughts. Remembering teenaged Kylie, with her nose buried in a book, I realize that I’ve come a long way. There are still a whole lot of insecurities that have stayed with me, but at least I’m more confident than I was in high school.
But coming home does reawaken my anxiety a little bit. Looking around this lair, I’m reminded of all the things that gave me room to pause: the fact that there are no pictures of actual boys in the room, just celebrities; the fact that my yearbooks are stashed in the back of my closet because I hated all pictures of myself; and the exerciser saucer in the corner of my room, which was supposedly good for shedding weight. Looking down at myself, I sigh. I guess some things never change.
Nonetheless, I have to move on. I’m actually home for the weekend because my mom is getting married soon, proof that things change. It’s just her engagement party tomorrow, and not a big deal. In fact, I think it’ll be one big ‘ugh.’ Given that my mom’s involved, this affair is pretty much guaranteed to wind up having some drama, for better or worse.
I need to take a shower. All of last night’s grease and dirt is still sticking to me. And while I loved every second of Mr. No
Name, I’d rather not be in my mom’s presence with his musk all over me. I already have a hard enough time spending time with Veronica.
I take a quick shower, scrubbing every inch of my body. The memories of last night are still alive in my mind; where he touched me, kissed me, and made love to me. I turn the handle to the coldest setting, blasting the thoughts from my head. Unfortunately, it’s only mildly effective.
I finish up and put on some comfy clothes. Last night left me famished, and I need to get something to eat before I waste away.
Arriving in the kitchen, I find that Veronica is already downstairs, not doing much of anything.
“Good morning, Mom.”
We didn’t have much of a chance to talk last night because I came in way too late, but now in the bright light of the morning sun, I can’t avoid my mom. I mean, I could try, but that would cause more problems than it would solve.
“Good morning, Kylie. You look awake this morning,” she comments. One of her thinly veiled insults. It’s her way of saying I’ve done the bare minimum with respect to my appearance.
But she’s the one who’s crazy, not me. I’m wearing what most people wear on a Saturday meant to be spent at home: comfy clothes to lounge in. Veronica, on the other hand, has to be dolled up at all times, including now. She has full, heavy makeup on, and her hair is curled perfectly. She’s wearing a sexy outfit that shows off her toned and athletic body, like she’s ready for a night out. Even if it’s just the two of us standing in the kitchen right now.
Veronica’s not a conventional mother, to say the least. Honestly, not to sound too harsh, she might not even be a good mother. All I wanted growing up was someone who would make me pancakes for breakfast, someone to gossip with and to confide in. That’s not Veronica, though. She’s more likely to tell me all her problems, and not the other way around. But even with all her faults, she’s still my mother, and I love her.
I just wish she weren’t getting married again. Although it’s hard to believe, tomorrow’s engagement party is for marriage number four. That’s right, number four. As I get older, I started to understand that this is just the way Veronica is. She believes in the holy sanctity of marriage, even after experience that would point to the contrary. I respect that belief, but it didn’t make it any easier on me when she brought a new man into our lives only for him to leave just as quickly.
