by Kylie Parker
“He’s so cute. I can’t believe this guy…
“Carl…” she lowered her tone.
“I’ve heard enough about Dean. I wanna know what you think…” Monica gave him one more, sexy smile and uncrossed her legs, long enough to draw his attention. Carl was being too much of a gentleman, and she had had enough of it. When he did look up, between her legs, she crossed her left leg over her right one and placed her left hand on it. Monica sensually stroked and grabbed her knee.
However, Carl would not utter a word. Monica saw a drop of sweat on the left side of his forehead, just below his hairline. Just when she had lost all hope, the handsome young man faced her again. There was something different in his eyes this time. His look was lustful; Carl jumped from his seat in a split second and went towards her.
Sitting on his knees in front of her, he maintained eye contact and whispered:
“There are a million things to describe what I think of you…” he sighed. Monica felt his hands on her arms, right after his last sentence. Then, Carl got up slightly and brought his face barely an inch away from hers.
“Here’s one…” he added before he angled his lips for a long, demanding kiss, sending sparks up and down Monica’s body.
“Finally!
Relieved that she did not have to do anything further, Monica was swept away by Carl’s kiss. His lips were hot and wet against her mouth, and his hands were quick to slowly rub her arms up and down. A few seconds into their kiss, though, she gently pushed him back, putting her hands on his broad chest.
“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!”
“What is it? Didn’t you like it?” Carl was surprised.
“I loved it… But, we’re not alone,” Monica muttered. She then got up and looked down at him.
“My insane legs and I will be waiting for you upstairs. Second door on the left. Don’t be late…” The last thing Monica wanted was Kate to walk in on them. Yes, chances were that she would not wake up soon, but Monica did not want to risk it.
Then, she slowly turned around and walked away from him, swaying her hips. Smiling at herself, she was happy; this was a good way for her to make a memory. Something that would include her and only her alone. No Kate, no Isabelle, no seductive males. Just her and a normal, very good-looking guy.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Monica got rid of her robe as soon as she stepped into her bedroom. Looking out through the window in the middle of the room, she caught a glimpse of the beautiful red and orange colors of dawn. As a flight attendant, she had often witnessed sunrises, but the thought of having sex in the twilight hours was something that had not even crossed her mind yet.
She sat on the king-size bed and waited patiently for Carl. He showed up less than a minute later. Naked, just like she had hoped. He stood under the door frame for a few seconds and gazed at her. She scanned his body from top to bottom. He had little hair on each side of his large chest. Carl’s shoulders were broad and toned, and the veins on his arms were clearly visible, even in that hour and from fifteen feet away. Monica’s gaze was soon fixed on his abdominal muscles. They were chiseled, reminding her of a stone statue.
“Take that, bitches. Look at my man…
Monica would love to tell her friends about this. His earlier kiss was a good sign of what was about to follow, and she could not wait for him to come to bed.
She crossed her left leg over her right one and addressed him:
“Care to elaborate on what you said earlier?” She got no answer. Instead, Carl gave her a crooked smile and approached her. He sat back down on his knees. Their eyes met. The feel of his hands on her cheeks sent chills down her spine. Their lips locked again. This time, Carl’s kiss was soft and tender as his hands slid down her cheeks, on each side of her neck. He caressed her shoulders and gently squeezed her soft, silky flesh.
Demanding more of him, Monica wrapped her arms around his back and tried to pull him onto her. Craving a man’s touch, the young woman dug her long nails into his firm flesh as their kiss got more passionate. Not long afterward, Monica loosened her grip and lay in bed. She longed to feel his 6’3”, athletic body against her own; not just his arms.
Carl did not waste any time. He lay on top of her and kissed her again. She sensed his cock on her stomach. She got more excited by the fact that Carl was already hard for her. But, what really turned her on was that his cock felt very big against her skin; at least eight inches long and quite thick. Carl slid his hands down her chest. His right hand landed on her left knee and slowly made its way up. Monica quickly wrapped her arms around his back again, tingling at his featherlike caress. Her hands stroked his lower back. She was delighted to finally find a man with such a massive back. His body soon became her playground.
On the other hand, Carl got busy with her neck. Soft sighs escaped Monica; her right hand brushed against his back, right before she ran her fingers through his hair. She kissed his left cheek; her nostrils were filled with his masculine scent. Carl seemed to know what he was doing. So far, he had taken his time with her. Little did Monica know what he was doing to do next, but so far, he was doing very well.
Expecting him to touch her lovely, full C cups, she pushed his head down. However, the young, handsome man had a very different idea. Something that Monica had no clue about.
Out of the blue, Carl got up. Scanning her from top to bottom, his eyes stopped at her feet. Then, he scanned her legs, licking his lower lip at the same time.
“Insane…Absolutely insane…” he hummed and grabbed her left foot. Carl placed it gently on his shoulder. Monica smiled at him.
“Hmmm…This looks promising. Oh, my God, I can’t believe he’s doing that…!
After pushing her foot slightly forward and to the right, Carl brought it closer to his mouth. He then went on to kiss her arch, flicking his tongue on her flesh. That was not what surprised Monica, though. Before long, Carl was running his tongue up and down her calf. Having placed each hand on the right and left of her thigh, Carl traced patterns of eight on her inner thigh and ran his nails along her long, lush legs.
“No one’s ever done that to me… And man, it feels so good!
It was more than obvious to her that her new lover was determined to worship her legs. And he would be right to do so. Monica’s legs were incredibly long and were begging for attention, but her former lovers lacked imagination.
Carl’s lips reached her knee. He laid a few, soft kisses on it and got busy with her outer thigh, holding her leg high in the air. While licking her outer leg, he opened his eyes and looked down at Monica. She had both hands on both her tits and was rubbing her nipples, biting her lower lip at the same time. Kate was sleeping in her bedroom, and Monica did not want to wake her up. Giving him a lustful look, she raised her right leg in the air and placed it on his chest. Carl took his tongue off her leg.
“You seem to like it…” he whispered.
“Yeah, keep it up…” Monica playfully shook her legs, encouraging him to continue. Unsuspected, she closed her eyes and began to fondle her breasts some more. But, it seemed that Carl’s worship was just beginning. Two seconds later, she sensed the tender flesh of her left inner thigh being trapped in his teeth. A gentle bite sent waves of pleasure down her body, and Carl did not stop at that. As he slowly made his way up her inner thigh, he kissed and bit every single inch of her delicious flesh. When he finally stopped at the top of her inner thigh, he turned his head to the left and faced her pussy. Monica had shaved it completely. Carl closed his eyes and sniffed it; his nose briefly brushed against her clit.
“I love the attention on my legs, but, come on, lick it…
Monica would not speak to him; she was enjoying it, and her curiosity was growing. Carl used his right hand to caress her outer thigh. His left hand landed on Monica’s right calf and squeezed it.
“You’re a leg lover, aren’t ya?” Monica’s sexy voice filled the room. Again, she got no response. With his mouth on her right arch, Carl nodded and repeate
d the same thing on her right leg. By now, Monica was getting so wet that she kept pushing her crotch up and down.
It had taken Carl fifteen minutes just to worship her incredible legs. However, he was not done yet. Lying on top of her, Carl kissed Monica again. She sensed his cock on her stomach again, but he had a surprise for her: It was bigger, harder, and very, very wet.
“He’s getting wet by kissing and licking my legs? That’s a first…
Carl’s hot lips against hers interrupted her thoughts. She wrapped her legs around his back and her arms around his neck. Monica could tell that he was done playing with her legs; his hands were soon all over her tits. Ending their kiss, he laid a few, sloppy kisses on her neck and got busy with her nipples. Monica’s left nipple was the first to enjoy his wet, dexterous tongue, as he filled his palms with her juicy tits. He pressed them together, with her nipple in his mouth. Carl bit it gently, rubbing her other nipple with his left thumb and index finger.
“Yeah, baby, right there…” Monica shivered in delight at his touch. With such a patient lover on top of her, she felt special and desirable. She opened her eyes and looked down at him. He appeared to be savoring the moment. A smile formed on her face before she closed her eyes and tightened her grip on his back. Carl had one more surprise for her. Instead of just taking his mouth off her nipple, he started sensually licking her entire chest area from left to right.
“Oh, my God, what are you doing to me…” A loud moan escaped Monica. Carl took her right nipple into his mouth and rubbed her left nipple with his palm twice, before he pinched it, gently. Then, he licked her right nipple in a circular motion, with his left hand caressing her right thigh. More than ever, Monica needed a release.
“I’m cumming…” A loud screamed resounded in the room. Carl would not take his mouth off her nipple, but he did take his right hand off her left tit. He quickly placed it on her clit and began to rub it, hard.
“Yeah, that’s it!” Monica screamed again and grabbed his right hand with her left. She held onto it, as Carl helped her increase the intensity of her orgasm. She jolted up, and her body shook violently; her climax was so loud that she was sure that Kate would probably wake up.
By that time, though, Monica did not care. Carl picked up some pussy juices flowing down her left thigh with his fingers. Then, he took his mouth off her nipple and brought his hand closer to his face. He opened his mouth and pushed his index and middle finger inside. Monica barely had time to catch her breath, and Carl was teasing her again.
“You taste so sweet,” he hummed, making sure to lick her juices completely off his fingers.
“I want more…” he hummed.
“More!? Oh, my God, I’m the luckiest woman alive…
Monica lay back again and looked up at the ceiling. She even spread her legs wide, eagerly anticipating his touch. Rubbing her wet tits with both hands, she soon felt the tip of Carl’s tongue on her swollen, hard clit.
“Awwwwwwwww!” she exclaimed and opened her eyes wide. Monica looked down at him. He looked so happy with her clit in his mouth. She could not believe how much it seemed to turn him on. He was rubbing his chin against her pussy. Just when Monica thought it could not get any better, Carl spread her pussy lips with his left index and middle finger. Right after that, he slipped his right middle finger inside her soaking wet pussy.
“Oh my God!” Once again, Monica jolted up, but she loved it so much that she banged her right arm on the mattress. Carl’s pace was slow at first. As he flicked his tongue on her clit, he slipped his index finger inside her as well. Monica was once stepped closer to heaven. Absolutely loving the attention, she would not stop him, even if Carl wanted to worship her big, round ass. On the contrary: She would like it even more.
It seemed though that Carl was having a hard time to control his urge. His breath was getting heavier by the second. Already more than half an hour into this, Carl was about to explode. So, he pulled his fingers out of her pussy and got up. Monica would love to return the favor, but not just yet. She was desperate to feel his huge, throbbing cock inside her. Instinctively, she raised her legs in the air again and put them on his chest, just like before.
“Fuck me…Come on, fuck me…” Her loud urge was not needed. Carl grabbed his 8,5-inch long cock and led it to her slippery entrance.
“It’s so big; it’s so fucking big…” Monica cried, sensing his slow, deep penetration. With his arms wrapped around her thighs, Carl pushed his cock inside her.
Monica thought the room was spinning. Carl’s strokes were long, reaching her outer rim. As a self-respecting leg lover, he continued to stroke her legs, squeezing the tender flesh of her inner thighs, every few seconds. Relieved to feel him inside her at last, Monica would not take her eyes off his masculine body. With every thrust, his abdominal muscles were flexing, just like his shoulder muscles and his pectoral muscles.
“Oh my God, you’re so deep…So deep inside me…” Monica sighed, caressing her tits. Surrendering to him, she licked her lower lip. She would not bite it down like she did earlier.
“Screw Kate…I had to hear every single one of her moans the other night. I don’t give a damn if she wakes up to mine.
“I love your legs…” Carl whispered and slightly quickened his pace. Although his penetration was deep and felt fantastic, Monica wanted to feel his body onto hers again. The missionary position allows deeper and faster penetration, and Monica was well aware of that.
Therefore, she spread her legs wide and curled her right index finger. Carl smiled down at her and obliged her. Less than five seconds later, Monica had what she desired: His strong arms around her and his strong, firm body pressing against her own.
One more long and passionate kiss followed, as Monica’s pussy engulfed his entire cock. Carl leaned back, ending their kiss and put his arms parallel to each other. They could now see each other clearly. Daylight was coming through the bedroom window, and Monica could not help but stare at his huge shoulder muscles. She placed her right hand on his left shoulder, but it was not nearly enough to cover it entirely.
“Pound me…” she groaned, urging him to quicken his pace. The young man did not need motivation. Right away, he started pounding her slippery wet pussy. She could hear his large balls slapping against her butt cheeks, sensing his manhood deep inside her. Carl closed his eyes and continued to breathe down on her, biting his lower lip.
“You’re so fucking wet…” he had murmured before he put his right hand on her left boob. He rubbed her nipple as he fucked the beautiful, young brunette.
“I’m cumming…” Monica screamed once more. Carl’s crazy pace got faster, adding to her pleasure. It was as if he was trying to satisfy her even more. It did not take long for Monica to cum in spasms of orgasmic pleasure. Her second orgasm was much stronger than her first, as her body quaked violently. She flooded Carl’s cock with pussy juices. A few seconds later, he pulled out and came hard on her stomach. His own climax was very powerful as well. The huge surge of semen that shot out of his cock landed less than two inches below her chest.
Chapter Twenty-Six
“You sick, arrogant son of a bitch…My God, I gotta get out of here!
In broad daylight, a few minutes before 8am, Isabelle had just woken up. She did not even have the courage to rise from Dean’s executive armchair. The young woman was dying to let her friends know about his grand plan. It was only a matter for him to catch her red-handed. Although she would have to confront him eventually, at that moment, she decided to go back to Kate’s.
As fate would have it, though, just when she put her hands on his desk and tried to get up, Isabelle heard footsteps on the stairs. Dean’s pace was very slow; it took him more than a second to climb each one of the fifteen steps that led to the first floor. Isabelle was forced to stay. The only alternative was a jump out of the window. She closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath, in a desperate attempt to work up the courage to talk to him about everything she had found on his laptop.
Dean emerged from the corridor in a terrible shape: His hair was messy, the black sweatsuit he had on was covered in dust, and he reeked of aviation fuel. Tossing his keys on the couch, he did not even glance at Isabelle.
“Fly…Safe…Seven.” Indicative of her determination, Isabelle’s tone was slow and firm, much different than usual. Dean immediately faced her. Only then did she realize the emotional state he was in: With red, puffy eyes, a large, black smudge on his left cheek, and a smaller one on his right, Dean looked like he had been through hell.
“What about it…?” He remained calm. Still sitting, Isabelle lowered her eyes and shook her head downwards and sideways.
“Tell me…Mr. Marshall.” At that moment, she faced him again. Dean was roughly five feet away from his desk, on her right.
“Just when the hell did you decide to play God?” Isabelle raised her tone and stood up to her full, 5’9” stature. Her heart was pounding in his chest. This was the moment of truth.
“I’m not gonna do this with you, Isabelle…” Looking away from Isabelle, Dean ignored her. He went over to the window, with his hands in his pockets. Thinking about the pilots that would soon be rendered useless, the young flight attendant gritted her teeth and hurtled towards Dean. She had had enough of his arrogance. After a few, quick strides, she found herself standing right behind him. Isabelle extended her right arm and grabbed him by his left shoulder.
“You twisted bastard! Your uncle is dead because of this…infernal program! What about those pilots? Have you ever actually worked for a living? Do you know what it’s like?” Isabelle yelled at him; her voice echoed in the empty corridor.
“Can you imagine how those people are gonna feel when some…asshole in the industry announces to them that they can no longer provide for their families? Their children…?” A tear rolled down her right cheek, as Isabelle lowered her voice. The very mention of children was enough for her to burst into tears.
