by Wendi Hulsey
“I hope this chair is sturdy.” I lift my hips off his pelvis allowing his erection to spring up.
“If it isn’t, you will land on top of me,” he jokes staring into my eyes.
With his hands still on my hips, his eyes on my body, I sink down on him slowly as he watches our bodies merge. He groans loudly as I reach his base, he’s buried deep inside me; he uses his hands to encourage me to slide back up his length. I lean forward and our mouths meet for a slow long lazy kiss. I want him deeper, so I stretch my legs out on top of his. He grabs me by the ass and pushes my body down while raising his hips from below me. He controls our pace with his hands on my ass, slow and deep. My legs are still on top of his closed, together creating a wonderful rubbing sensation for both of us. He groans loudly, grasping my ass, sliding through my slickness, my clit rubbing just right against his pelvis.
“You like?”
He groans, “Most definitely, but I’m not going to last much longer.”
“Me neither,” I gasp while tightening my pelvis muscles around his cock.
“Oh Jesus, that feels good. Don’t stop, I want us both to come this way, slow and deep.” He begs, keeping up the slow-moving pace.
I can feel the ridge from the head of his dick rubbing me with each long and slow stroke. It’s not going to be long before I come undone.
“Cameron, rub me back there like you did last night,” I plead.
He reaches a hand behind me, dipping down to lubricate his finger in my juices, and then slides his finger up to my opening, just fondling the outside. I clamp down on him and he pushes his dick deep while inserting his finger part way. He keeps his finger still, yet letting me rock my hips on his dick and finger at the same time. It’s the most erotic feeling I have ever experienced. I throw my head back, slide down on both, and fall completely apart.
He comes a few seconds after me, grabbing my ass hard and holding it in place while he thrusts his hips with each squirt. I collapse on top of him as he wraps his arms around me kissing the side of my face.
“Holy fuck, I don’t think I have ever seen a woman look more erotic than you just did while coming. Just the site of you with your head thrown back made me come, and come hard.”
A bit embarrassed I whisper, “You make me feel things I have never felt before. I dreamed about what it would be like with you; however the dreams were nothing compared to reality. I’m certainly a lucky lady.”
“No, I’m the lucky one getting to put that look of pure pleasure on your face. I want to keep that look of desire in your eyes. Promise me we will never let things get boring, even if we are together for fifty years, I want every time to be exciting.”
“I don’t foresee things getting boring any time soon but if they do, we can always go to one of those adult book stores and buy things to spice it up.”
“Kylie Jenkins!” He shouts, grabbing my chin to look up at him. “You have a filthy little mind don’t you?”
I put my head down a bit looking away from his eyes so he doesn’t see my smile. “Well if that is what you think about me, maybe we should just stop having sex.” I pout while starting to get up.
“What? You know I was only kidding. Let’s get our lazy asses up, take a shower, and start our day. I don’t have to go to the track so I’m all yours. Any ideas?”
“Well, I would like to go shopping before tomorrow. With my mom and dad here, I won’t have time to go shopping for work clothes. I have to start the Monday after they leave. They leave on Sunday, so there will be no time to shop,” I explain.
“Shopping it is. I thought they would provide uniforms at a fancy place like that.”
“I have to buy basic black skirts and long sleeve white button down tops, they provide the bow tie and vest.”
We shower together soaping each other up but stopping there, if we continue, we will never get out of the house. Since its late morning, we decide to skip breakfast and pick up some lunch at the mall. I can’t believe he’s going to go clothes shopping with me. I guess Courtney was right he would do anything to be around me. Most men shy away from shopping with women. I’m getting used to this mall, so I tell him to park near Macy’s, they usually have a lot of clearance racks that I’m hoping I can find what I need. I’m still on a strict budget until I get my first paycheck.
As we are walking through the store on our way to the women’s department, Cameron suddenly yanks my arm towards the lingerie. He holds up a little black silk nightie with red trim and matching panties. Now I’m the one raising my eyebrows.
“Now these are acceptable pajamas. I would love to see you coming to bed in something this sexy. What do you say; can I buy this for you?” He asks me, visibly excited at the thought of me wearing something like that.
“Those are hardly pajamas. Besides, those aren’t meant for sleeping in. Usually an outfit like that is used to visually arouse your partner and then it quickly comes off.”
“Well I’m all for visual arousal and taking this off you. Would you wear it?”
“If it would make you happy, I will wear it.”
“Oh, it’s already making me happy.” He groans, rubbing against me a bit.
“Cameron, we are in the middle of Macy’s, I’m going to go look for what I need. Don’t get arrested lingering around the lingerie department,” I giggle walking away.
“Hey, what size?” He yells embarrassing me a bit.
I walk back within hearing distance, “Size four.”
I’m browsing the clearance racks, finding a few items that will work for uniforms, when Cameron comes over swinging his little shopping bag with a huge smile on his face. He’s so crazy, but I love that he’s not embarrassed to buy me items like that. “I found a couple other things I had the lady throw in too. I can’t wait until you do a modeling session,” he smirks.
“You said I had a dirty mind? You’re the one that has that dirty smirk on your face. What else did you get?” I ask eager to know.
“You will have to wait until we get home to see,” Cameron smiles.
He has been referring to his place as home a lot lately. I don’t want to hurt his feelings, but I don’t live there. I’m still undecided what I would do if he officially asks me to move in. Although, I do spend almost all my time at his place, because I’d feel uncomfortable being in Courtney’s condo all day long with her boyfriend while she’s at work. Maybe I would move in with him if he asked, he’s so different from Dylan. I can’t let one bad relationship haunt me for the rest of my life.
“Well I think this is about all I’m going to find for now. I have two skirts and two blouses to start with. I can pick up more when I get paid.” I announce, a tad depressed, as I should have been working already.
“If it’s a money issue, I can always buy more for you. I got an advance from the owner of my race car and money isn’t an issue.”
“I don’t want to start borrowing money from people. I can wait, it’s no big deal.”
“Who said anything about you borrowing the money? I said I could buy them for you,” Cameron explains.
“Oh no! I’m not going to have you supporting me; I need to know I can support myself. It’s just something I have to do, Cameron.”
“Okay, okay.” He raises his hands in surrender. “More money I can save to buy you a diamond.”
What did he just say? OH EMMMM GEEEE, my heart is pounding out of my chest, maybe he was just talking about earrings or a necklace.
I pay for my items and we leave the store walking through the mall hand in hand. My heart is still pounding in my chest from what he said back in the store. We definitely love each other, but a ring already. I push the thought away before it drives me crazy.
We approach the food court and my stomach growls from the wonderful smell of fast food. This time I tug on Cameron’s arm to get him to come with me to eat. I look around at the different restaurants, undecided what I want.
“I can’t decide, there are just too many options. What are you in th
e mood for? ” I ask laughing.
“You know I could really go for a Chick-fil-a sandwich, it has been years since I have had one of those.”
“Chick-fil-a it is. It has been quite a while since I’ve had one too.” I agree as we approach the counter to order.
We order our sandwiches, waffle fries, and a drink each and go sit at a table in the middle of the food court. I love watching people hustle and bustle around, wondering what kind of lives they lead. I will try to figure out their occupation by the type of bag they carry and their sense of style. If someone has bags from high-end stores, they are a lawyer, doctor, or married to one. If they have bags from Sears, JCP’s, or Dress for Less, they are most likely a teacher, healthcare worker, or someone who is on a stricter budget. I know it’s a childish silly game, but I still like to try to figure people out. Cameron brings me back to reality with his voice, “What would you like to do after this?”
“If you don’t mind, maybe we could just go back to the condo and go to the beach for a while, eat in tonight, watch a movie, and then I need to get to bed early so I can pick up my parents. I’m glad they are flying into Daytona, I don’t think I could find my way back to the Orlando airport.”
“We tried watching a movie last night, that didn’t quite work out,” he laughs.
“Yeah well, tonight I really do have to get to sleep early. You know I’m not an early riser and their plane lands at ten in the morning; I’ll have to be up early enough to shower and drive there. I think I might actually try sleeping at Courtney’s tonight, I never seem to get sleep at your place, you distract me.”
He chuckles a little and then pouts. “You’re going to make me sleep alone tonight. No modeling the sexy stuff I bought”
“Not tonight Cameron but soon. Very soon!” I smile at him.
We go back to his place and change into our swimwear. The beach is packed with locals and tourists. Thankfully, we have the advantage of our own private section with lounge chairs. We pick two chairs that are together, drop our towels, and head for the water. We swim for about an hour and by the time we get back to our chairs; we are exhausted from fighting the waves. We lay in the sun drying ourselves, relishing the warmth, and watching the other beachgoers. After an hour or so, I feel as if my skin is frying. “I think maybe we should go in before I end up being a lobster and miserable.”
“Yeah, it wouldn’t be good if I can’t touch you.”
We get back to Cameron’s and shower, surprisingly keeping our hands to ourselves. What’s up with that? Did I wear him out last night and this morning? We decide to order pizza in and watch a movie on pay-per-view. This time we pick a more action packed movie to keep us interested. He lets his hands wander under my shirt; he’s casually rubbing the skin on my belly but doesn’t go higher or lower. After the movie is over, I get up and clean up the pizza leftovers stowing them in the fridge and throwing out our fine china, paper plates. I start for the door and he grabs my arm.
“Not so fast, if I can’t have you in my bed tonight, I at least need to get my fill of you.” He crushes me to him, lifting my chin in his huge hand, and kissing me as if he is never going to see me again. After we pull apart, I can only say, “Wow.”
“You sure you have to go? Since I’m going with you tomorrow it would make more sense if you just stayed the night,” he pleads.
“I will never get any sleep if I stay here. I really think I should go to Courtney’s tonight.”
“Alright, but for the record I don’t like being away from you. You sure?” He tries with those dark eyes to persuade me once again.
“I’m sure; I will see you at nine tomorrow morning,” turning to leave before those eyes can work their magic.
I enter Courtney’s condo and all appears to be quiet, I’m not sure if they are even here. I walk down the hall and Courtney’s bedroom door is closed but that doesn’t mean anything because she always closes it. I go to my bathroom and wash my face, use the toilet, and change into a long t-shirt, my favorite sleepwear. Just as I’m about to pull back the covers, I hear a loud moan. Oh lord, here we go again, Looks like I won’t get any sleep tonight.
I toss and turn for a half an hour, trying to drown out the sounds of Courtney and Blake’s lovemaking, wondering if Cameron and I are that loud. I put the pillow over my head, if I hear one more, “OH BLAKE,” I’m going to go nuts. Jesus, now she’s screaming “MAKE ME COME.” I hear a distinct ding of my phone signaling a text message.
Are you asleep? I miss you. The bed is so lonely without your body next to mine.
Love You, Cameron.
Aww, he’s the sweetest man on the planet. I text him back,
Nope, wide-awake! Courtney and Blake are having a sex marathon and all I hear is your sister yelling his name and asking him to make her come.
Love you too.
I think he’s done because he doesn’t text me back for a few minutes. Then I hear my phone again.
Opening my door, you have two minutes to run across the hall and into my quiet bed. I will behave myself. I promise.
I leap out of my bed, slamming my door closed behind me, and am out of the condo sprinting across the foyer in just my t-shirt and panties, while Cameron stands in his doorway laughing. I leap up, wrap my hands around his neck, my legs around his waist, and say, “Take me to your bed.” He takes a second to close and lock his door before carrying me to his bed and gently laying me down.
“I said you could sleep here and I will behave but rules are rules; please take off that t-shirt and those panties.” He demands seriously.
“If I do, are you going to behave?” I ask, while pulling my t-shirt over my head.
With sad eyes he asks, “To the best of my abilities, I can still fondle a little, right?”
“Umm, I suppose a little can’t hurt.” I motion him to his side of the bed.
After listening to Courtney and Blake go at it, I have to admit I could use a little something to get me off and get me tired. He’s lying behind me and I can feel his erection pressing into my ass while he caresses my breast and nibbles on my neck. I feel my juices flowing and need him inside me. I reach behind me and stroke him a few times then lift my leg and insert his tip into my wet throbbing pussy. He pushes himself deep inside and I grind my ass against him wanting it all. With a hand on my hip, he slowly pulls back out until the tip is just inside me then pushes in slow again. He keeps up this slow pace until I beg to be fucked.
Keeping himself inside me, he rolls on top of me then leans back on his knees forcing me to raise my ass in the air doggy style. He fucks me hard, slamming into me so deep, hitting that perfect spot that I say his name repeatedly, begging him to make me come just as Courtney did with Blake. He hardens and pushes into me as deep as he can go while reaching down and rubbing my clit. I fall apart, scream, and collapse on the bed.
“If that was behaving, I would love to see what you are like when you are bad.” I mumble before drifting off to sleep.
We wake up the next morning and I’m running around like a mad woman rushing Cameron through a shower and urging him to hurry, so we can get out the door and to the airport. I didn’t realize how excited I was to see my parents until we got to the airport and we’re sitting there waiting for the plane to come in. I sit for a while then get up and pace, constantly checking the arrival board to see if they have landed.
“Kylie, sit down. It isn’t even time for their flight to land yet, you have about twenty minutes,” he insists.
I sit down and try to watch the local news, but it is too depressing, nothing except murder, rape, and robbery. I get up and go to a kiosk selling coffee and sweet rolls; I buy one for each of us. I get back to Cameron and hand him his coffee and sweet roll, we eat and drink our coffee in silence. By the time we are finished eating, I get up again and check the board. Cameron shakes his head and just laughs at me. The arrival board says their flight has landed and is at the gate. Now I just have to wait for them to get off the plane.
I see my mom first and rush to her; she drops her carry-on bag and wraps her arms around me. I inhale the sweet scent of her hair missing her so much. When we finally part, I see my dad standing there and he opens his arms. When I step into his arms, feel the strength of his hug, and smell his Old Spice cologne, I start to cry. I miss home and my parents.
“Hey, Baby girl, what’s wrong?” He asks, wiping my tears as if I was a little girl.
“I just missed you both so much.” I turn and see Cameron standing off to the side. I motion for him to come over. “Mom and Dad, do you remember Cameron?”
Mom steps towards him and gives him a great big hug. “My goodness, you turned out to be one good looking man. I always knew you were going to be though, you were the cutest kid in the neighborhood,” Mom teases him.
Cameron is fully blushing beet red. “It’s great to see you again Mrs. Jenkins. Do you still make those fabulous chocolate chip cookies? I think you should teach Kylie how to make those.” He jokes, while I swat his arm.
Cameron and my dad shake hands, “It’s good to see you again, son. I hope you are taking good care of my baby girl.”
“I’m certainly trying to, sir.” Cameron says politely.
We go to the luggage claim area and wait for their luggage. It only takes a few minutes; their luggage is one of the first bags to come through. I sit in the back of the car with my mom so we can talk, while I let my dad take the front seat so he can have more legroom. Mom leans into me, “Good Lord, Cameron turned out to be good looking.” Mom acknowledges again, checking him out in the rearview mirror.
“Yeah, I think so too. Not only is he gorgeous, but he’s absolutely the sweetest and kindest man I have ever known, except daddy of course.”
“Sounds like our little girl has fallen in love with the right guy this time. I never cared for Dylan; he seemed too rough around the edges. Now I know my feelings were valid,” she harshly states.
Cameron interrupts our conversation to invite my mom and dad to his parents’ house for a cook out tonight. They are thrilled at the idea of seeing his parents once again. They asked to be dropped off at the hotel so they can be settled in and take a nap for a couple hours. Mom said they had to be up at four o’clock in the morning in order to get to the airport on time. Cameron pulls into the semi-circle drive of the Hilton Hotel and my mom whistles as she gets out. “This is going to be a nice vacation. This is where you will be working?”
