Lou twisted around to reach for her flute of champagne, taking one lingering sip while Stu gently rocked her against him. He quirked an eyebrow at her as she gently pushed at his shoulders again, the delicate glass looking close to slipping from her fingers. With a subtle flick of her wrist, she tilted the flute over his chest, earning a hiss as the cool liquid trailed down his torso.
Throwing the now empty flute on the couch, Lou bent down to lick at the trail of champagne on his skin. James struggled to stifle the moan that bubbled up through his throat at the feeling of her lips and tongue on his chest, his grip on her hips growing tighter at every lick and nip.
He could feel her start to slip off his lap, but as much as he wanted to feel her lips elsewhere, he doubted if he could keep himself together if she had her way any longer.
“No sweetheart,” he said in his low brogue, taking her wrists firmly in his grasp. “As odd as it sounds, I feel like being a gentleman this evening.”
“Well Mr. Mason,” she said huskily. “What do you have in store for me?”
“Hold on tight,” he replied with a short laugh, his arms finding their way around her back, pressing her body to his as he stood up to his full height.
Lou’s legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her hands gripping onto his shoulders, head nuzzled against his neck as he made his way towards the unmanned bar. He slowly lowered her onto a bar stool and placed a hard kiss to her lips, muttering for her not to move when he left to go back to the couch.
James proudly brandished the bottle of champagne and plate of fruit upon his return, placing the items on the bar counter just behind her. He plucked another strawberry from the plate and dipped it into the chocolate before taking it to her mouth. Just as Lou was ready to bite down on the fruit, he smeared the chocolate on her lips, smirking as he ate the strawberry himself. Any protest she had, however, died on the tip of her tongue as his mouth descended back onto hers, suckling on her lips to get all the chocolate off, the taste of strawberry on his tongue intoxicating.
“I have to ask,” he started, his lips a mere breath away from hers. “How do you feel about this shirt?”
“It’s Marc Jacobs,” she said, her voice nothing but a whisper.
“Honey,” he chuckled. “I couldn’t care less if it was made by Marc, Jim or Charlie. You either need to take it off or I’ll rip it off you.”
If hearing his authoritative tone wasn’t enough, seeing the mischief dancing in his eyes had Lou quickly pulling her shirt out of the skirt, deftly unfastening the buttons and shrugging the material off her slender shoulders. She held a breath as James took his time staring at the newly exposed flesh, pleased to see the hardened peaks of her nipples pressed against her black satin bra.
He moved between her legs and dropped his head, placing soft kisses along the tops of her breasts. Her head was swimming in bliss at the feeling of his lips on her skin. She gasped when she felt the cool champagne hit her heated flesh, quickly turning into a low moan as his kisses turned to suckling. With skillful fingers, James unclasped her bra, slowly dragging the straps down her arms and throwing the garment over his shoulder.
Lou eyed him with a lustful gaze as he took a swig from the champagne bottle before pouring more of it down her chest, his hands smearing the rose colored liquid across her breasts, fondling each mound of flesh before his hot mouth descended to taste her again. He massaged, licked, nipped and suckled at her breasts with equal attention before moving further down her body, his tongue darting out to dip into the small pool of champagne in her belly button as his hands tugged at her skirt.
Finding the zipper at the side, James dragged it down, finally able to rid her of the piece of clothing, leaving her in nothing but a small triangle of black satin cover her center and her patent black Louboutins on her feet. His aching hardness twitched when he looked up to meet her gaze, another strawberry trapped between her lips, eyes beckoning him to take her. He pressed his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue through her parted lips, the flavors of strawberries and champagne taking over their senses.
Lou’s breath hitched in her throat as she felt one long finger trace her satin-covered core, prompting him to press harder on her clit, turning her small gasp into a low moan. She could feel his smirk against her lips as James moved her panties off to the side, feeling her already slick with desire as he traced her slit. She whimpered as his finger sank into her heat, his slow strokes bringing both pleasure and torture.
“You like that?” he whispered against her lips, his jade orbs boring into her blue eyes. She could do nothing but nod as his thumb rubbed against her clit, matching the each thrust of his finger. “What was it that you said earlier?” he asked teasingly. “I think I can do you one better.”
She watched intently as he sank down to his knees, bottle of champagne in hand once again. He threw one of her slender legs over his shoulder, his breath fanning against the inside of her thigh. Her body tensed as he poured the rose liquid over her center, waiting with baited breath for what she knew was going to happen next. Her head was thrown back in pleasure, moaning at the first hot swipe of his tongue. James let out a moan of his own, the smell of her sex and her earthy flavor creating such a delicious taste on his tongue as it mixed with the champagne.
Lou wove her fingers into his slicked black hair as another finger sank into her core, the combined ministrations of his skillful tongue and hands close to driving her over the edge. James moaned from low in his throat as her hands pressed his head against her heat, the vibrations making her writhe against his mouth. It wasn’t long until he could feel her walls contracting, and with a few more strokes of his fingers, teeth grazing against her nub, she was sent headlong into climax.
“Still think I’m over compensating?” he teased, a smug grin set on his lips as he stood up in front of her, watching as her body rode the last waves of ecstasy.
She said nothing as she wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him closer so her hands could reach for his belt buckle. She made quick work of unfastening it, not bothering to drag it out of the belt loops, focusing instead on unbuttoning his slacks. She palmed his length through his black boxer briefs, earning a guttural moan from him.
Her actions made him lose whatever bit of control he had left, wanting nothing more than to have his aching cock slam relentlessly into her. He roughly took her hands and instructed her to hold onto the back of the bar stool as he slipped his boxers down his muscular thighs, kicking them off right along with his slacks and shoes. Her eyes widened as she saw just what he had to work with, a sly smile forming on her lips knowing just how good this was going to be.
He smirked smugly when he saw the appreciation etched on her features, one hand stroking his torrid length, smearing the drop of pre-cum over the blunt tip. He moved back between her thighs, her legs instantly finding their way around his back, heels digging slightly into his firm backside.
He rubbed the head of his cock against her clit, teasing until she resorted to begging him to be fucked. He pressed his lips roughly against hers, moaning into her mouth as he surged into her in one quick thrust. Lou gripped onto the back of the bar stool for dear life as he repeatedly pounded into her with quick and deliberate thrusts. Another loud moan escaped from her lips as he lifted one leg over his shoulder, keeping one around his waist, shifting her slightly into a different position so he could sink even further into her. A look of sheer concentration crossed his features as he felt the familiar contractions of his walls gripping at his cock. He pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing circles over it, pushing her over the edge.
She whimpered as he quickly withdrew from her, only to be forced to stand up and turn around, her hands placed against the bar counter. James slightly kicked at her legs, making her widen her stance. His eyes drifted over to the mirror behind the bar, watching her reflection as the anticipation grew on her features.
James took his cock in his hand, guiding it back to her slick opening, slowly sinking into
her inch by inch. She sighed in contentment as he buried himself to the hilt, her head thrown back as his lips found their way to her neck. He braced his hands against the counter, right where hers were, both looking at the reflection they made in the mirror, reveling in the delicious friction their bodies were creating against each other.
Lou bit down on her bottom lip as he nuzzled his nose against her cheek, his thrusts slow yet still forceful, a stark contrast to his earlier pace yet just as pleasurable.
“Having fun yet?” he asked teasingly, his breath hot against her ear.
“A lot,” she said playfully. “But it would be more fun if you just fucked me like you did earlier.”
“Make sure you hold on tight baby,” he said with a smirk, his hands finding their way back to her hips, slapping her ass before doing as she wanted.
Lou’s gasps and moans came out in pants as James’ pace quickened, each thrust resulting in the loud sound of his hips meeting the soft flesh of her backside. Her knuckles were turning white at how hard she gripped onto the counter as her third release of the night kept building in the pit of her stomach. His hold on her hips tightened, certain that he was going to leave a bruise.
He wanted to prolong his own climax, wanting to go over the edge with her. Hearing her breathily say how she was close had him slamming into her, one hand finding its way to her clit to help bring her to her orgasm. With a keening cry, Lou let her orgasm take over, her muscles clamping down on his cock, milking him for all his worth. James’ hot seed coated her walls in spurts, moaning as she rocked her ass against his hips to meet his last few thrusts.
Dropping his head, James placed soft kisses trailing across her shoulder and up her neck before placing a lingering kiss against her temple. Lou smiled blissfully as she felt his arms wrap around her sweat-slicked form.
“I’m definitely coming back here when I’m in the mood for fun,” she said with a low chuckle.
“Why wait?” he asked with a smirk. “We still have half a bottle of champagne to play with.”
“I think I need to go back out there,” Lou said after a taking a steadying breath. “I am supposed to be working after all.”
“I doubt those sticks missed you,” James tried to quip, not quite ready for her to leave just yet. In fact, he was quite certain that if given just a few more minutes, he would be ready to go for a few more rounds with her. He definitely wasn’t in a rush to have their bodies lose contact, let alone have her leave his sight.
She moaned as his hands travelled up and down her sides, making his cock twitch within her at the sound. He was starting to grow hard again, a smirk finding its way to his lips in thinking that it could convince her to stay a bit longer.
His smirk fell into a scowl however when she actually managed to push him away, effectively making him pull out of the warm confines of her honeyed depths. “You’re a stronger woman than I ever took you for,” he mused.
“I feel sticky,” she said, pressing her fingers against her torso. “Do you have anything to help me clean up?”
James nodded, wordlessly moving behind the bar. His head disappeared under the counter as he fished for a clean towel. His eyes darkened with lust at the sight he was treated to once he stood right back up. Lou was bent over, her sweet round ass up in the air, as she picked up her discarded pieces of clothing.
As stealthily as possible, he made his way over to her, a huge hand palming her behind, earning a shriek that had him chuckling. “It was too tempting not too,” he said with an easy smile before handing over the towel that he had run under water to help her get cleaned up.
They stood in the middle of the VIP section – her running the damp cloth over her skin to get rid of the sticky residue from the champagne and the sweat of sex, him looking on appreciatively as each pass of the towel reminded him of what her skin felt like under his touch. To anyone who would have come upon the sight, it would have been odd and definitely scandalous, but the two were seemingly very comfortable in their state of nakedness hidden in a private part of the bar.
“If you’re agency plans on throwing any more parties,” James began to say as he began gathering his own discarded clothes. “Make sure this place is on top of the list of options.”
“Can you guarantee that I’ll be having this much fun every time?” Lou asked, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. She may have played coy at the beginning, but there was no denying that he was an attractive guy. Add how she had gotten a taste of what he had to offer, and she could say that she was already craving for more.
“I should tell you that I have this collection of rare wines and champagnes,” he said confidently. “I’ve been looking for a reason to pop the cork on some of them.”
“That sounds promising,” she mused, clasping the last button on her blouse.
His hand came up when she started to gather her hair up, no doubt looking to put it up in that boring ponytail from earlier. “Keep it down,” James said, his voice barely above a whisper. He pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “You look better with it down.” Seeing the lustful gleam in her eyes when he pulled away had put the ever present smirk back on his lips. “Now go before I decide to rip your clothes off again.”
***
“Lou!”
The agent winced at the piercing sound of several voices shouting her name when she wasn’t even two feet away from them, but quickly put on a smile to keep up with appearances. Judging by the glassy looks in their eyes, the three models in front of her had their fair share of alcoholic drinks already.
“Where have you been? We’ve been looking all over for you.”
“I wasn’t feeling really good,” she said, lying through her teeth. “I found my way into an empty lounge and just relaxed until my stomach calmed down.”
“You know what I think?”
Lou rolled her eyes playfully at the brunette that had spoken, knowing that she was going to be privy to another theory that didn’t quite make sense.
“I think you just need to get laid. Get the sickness fucked right out of you.”
She had to laugh at the incredulity of the idea, even more so when the other two girls actually agreed and began scanning the crowd for a guy to potentially send her off with.
“How about that one?”
Lou subtly followed the model’s gaze, smirking to herself when the guy she had picked out was none other than James. “You know what? I think that’s a great idea.”
My Nancy
I’m Keith. For several weeks, I have been fantasizing about my brother Peter’s babysitter. Her name is Nancy Walters. She’s been with us for almost a few months already. I never really noticed her at first because she’s the quiet type and she’s wearing a pair of thick milk glasses. Her hair was usually caught in a tight bun and she was always wearing baggy clothes. Truth be told, her style was not totally my type. All I know was that, she has this huge lips and a slight under bite which I find really irresistible.
It was only a weeks ago when we saw her transform. She has a new boyfriend, she said. Since then, she dressed a lot better and cooler. Her hair was no longer in a bun, in fact she grew it longer and changed her hair colour from brown to chestnut. She no longer wears her thick glasses. Instead, she opted for contact lenses that reveal her eyes. Plus, she no longer wears baggy clothes anymore.
It was the first time I saw her look so good and since then, I was not able to get her off my mind. Perhaps her best feature next to her lips is her ass that I long to get a handful of. I have dated plenty of girls in the past. However, I find them all too easy. Nancy is different. In fact, she does not pay me any attention. Maybe that’s why I am so attracted to her. She’s a challenge. She can be feisty and has a temper too, at least when it comes to me. When it comes to my mom or my brother, she’s very amicable and sweet. I wonder why she hates me a lot.
What I like most about her is that she’s opinionated and she’s not afraid to speak her mind. I’m kidding o
f course. What I like most about her is her body. I saw glimpses of this when the entire family went swimming last Tuesday. She was wearing this bright pink swimsuit that showcased her long legs and her breasts to perfection. When she went out of the water and she was cold, you could clearly see the outline of her nipples. I was not able to sleep that night, thinking about how they look like nuts against the thin fabric. I thin she saw me looking at her that day because she’s been rather cold ever since.
I used to never pay attention to Peter’s babysitters. Of course, it’s a given that I do not come to this house pretty often---with work and all that. However, I have seen a few of them yet I’ve never been this hooked. I would watch her all the time, but that’s all. I haven’t mustered any courage to do more until...
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