Primal Impulse (Xtreme Edition)

by Johnson, James

  And there was more to Steven than just his sex appeal—a lot more. He was a natural charmer who everyone loved to be around. Women and men of all ages genuinely liked the guy. That was the effect he had on them. It all had to do with the fact that you just knew he was real. He was genuine.

  Steven always had a unique sense of humor. He could make you laugh at the simplest things. That was a big part of his charm. He could somehow dig out a funny line when you least expected it. His somewhat twisted outlook on life was the source of it all.

  There was also an unpredictable side. Steven was adventurous to the point of borderline crazy. He would do things that no one else had the nerve to do. He would take off and go places that had an element of danger. But he would always come back with a story that made him the center of attention. Everyone wanted to know what was on the other side of the fence. Steven was the only one who dared jump it.

  And then there was the mysterious side. That was a big part of what made him so sexy. He was so open, yet simultaneously private. Certain areas of his life he kept to himself. The way he took risks, you knew anything was possible with Steven. He kept you guessing. You just never really knew what he’d do next.

  Parties, football games, social events— they were always together. It was Steven and Shelly and Jena. They even shared hotel rooms with her. That had been pure, agonizing torture. Listening to her best friend being pleasured by the hottest man on the planet made her absolutely crazy. He would have Shelly moaning nonstop. And Jena knew exactly what Steven was doing with his fingers, tongue and everything else. Shelly had told her all the juicy details of his sensual talents. When she tried to describe his kisses she always went blank—speechless. She could only say they were out of this world. Steven was pure sex. And he was now on the other end of the phone!

  “Steven Walker—Oh my,” said Jena, trying to keep her cool. She could already feel a wetness down below. That was the effect of the primal lust that had overtaken her.

  “Jena, how are you? It’s been at least twenty years.”

  “I’m good,” said Jena. “But I’m in shock at a wakeup call from you at this hour.”

  “Oh god,” said Steven. “I completely forgot about the time difference. You’re in California and—oh my, it’s six o’clock there. It’s eight in the morning here in Dallas. Oh, Jena, I’m so sorry.”

  “Forget about it,” said Jena. She was now wide awake and flushed with heat. “So what in the world is going on? Calling me after twenty years is quite a pleasant surprise.”

  Steven laughed. He still had that charismatic coolness that always melted her. “Oh, Jena, you know I’ve always wondered about you. I ran into Rebecca Hager at the airport the other day and she said you lived there. So I tracked down your number on the internet and called!”

  “I still can’t believe it,” said Jena. “What in the heck is going on in your life? The last I heard you moved to Texas and got married.”

  “Well,” chuckled Steven. “I’m still in Texas, but I’m no longer married. We split after four years. You know how it goes nowadays.”

  “I sure do,” said Jena. “My divorce was just finalized yesterday! And I couldn’t be happier. I’ve had a rough eleven years.”

  “Yeah,” said Steven, his voice as sexy as ever, “Rebecca kind of clued me in on your marital status. So…are you seeing anyone?”

  Steven had always said what was on his mind. You always knew what he wanted. That was part of his charm.

  “Nope,” replied Jena. “I don’t have a thing going on right now.”

  “Well, would you like to meet for a drink or dinner next Monday? I’m flying into your area for a few days.”

  “Yes, that would be great,” answered Jena. She was trying to keep her cool as a jolt of sexual energy surged through her. Straight from her ears through her brain and instantly to her groin. Her hips quivered instinctively. The mental image of sexy, hot Steven set her on fire. Her insides throbbed at the thought of Steven working his sensual magic on her. That was the effect he had on her.

  “I’m actually staying in Rancho Cucamonga. Isn’t that where you live?”

  “Yes, it is,” replied Jena. “I’ve been here over ten years. It’s a nice town.”

  “Okay, Jena girl,” said Steven. “I guess I’ll be seeing you next Monday. I’ll call you mid-afternoon and we’ll figure out where we’ll meet.”

  “That sounds great,” said Jena. “I’m really looking forward to seeing you after all these years.”

  Steven then breathed or sighed or whatever it was that sounded so sexy. “That’s mutual. I know you still look great. You’ve always taken care of yourself.”

  “Oh, I don’t know,” replied Jena. “I try, but you gotta remember I’m not so young anymore.”

  “I’m not worried. It’s going to be great. Listen, I’m on the run this morning so I’ve got to cut it short. I’ll be in touch on Monday.”

  “Sure, goodbye Steven.”

  “Goodbye, hot Jena,” said Steven, oozing sensuality with his sexy-from-anywhere drawl.

  Jena clicked off the phone. She took in a deep breath. Her heart was pounding, her body was overheating, and she ached with a need. This was unbelievable!

  Steven Walker was coming to see me! Me!

  Chapter 4

  Jena’s mind raced back to the past. Steven always had a certain way about him, something that was difficult to explain. It was an illuminating sensual charm that permeated the space around him. You just wanted to reach out and grab him, hug him and hold him tight. And oh, that smell—that sweet, erotic scent.

  Jena stretched out on her king bed. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what Steven looked like now. There was absolutely no doubt that he was still the same sexy beast he had been in the past. He was well over six feet, lean but muscular, not an ounce of fat on him. And his ass, mmm…his sexy ass…the sexiest butt she had ever seen on a man.

  Jena’s hand drifted down between her legs. She brushed her fingers gently over her well-trimmed mound. She could feel the heat rushing from it. Her body had always been the responsive type. Thoughts of Steven making love to her shifted it into overdrive.

  Jena slowly dragged her hand alongside her inner thighs. She imagined it was Steven teasing her with his magic fingers. Oh, Steven, touch me baby!

  She ran her hand to her pussy. She gently cupped it and slid her palm over it. The moistness covered the inside of her hand. She began to ache with desire.

  How she wished Steven was in her bed right now. Oh, how she wanted him. The pleasures he could give her would be so good. So good! He was so hot, so damn hot.

  With one hand she pulled back her outer lips. Her other hand made a quick stroke over them. Oh God, it wasn’t going to take much this time. She was on fire. Steven had brought out the primal inside her. Her animal insides were calling out for a release.

  She slowly inserted two fingers inside her. Oh, yes! She imagined Steven was sitting between her legs, teasing her, talking to her, telling her how sexy she was, how hot she was, how much he enjoyed her body. Oh, yes, baby!

  Jena very slowly slid her fingers out of herself. They were coated with her juices. She lifted her hand and placed the two fingers in her mouth. She savored her wetness, lusty moisture—passion juice that she couldn’t wait for Steven to taste.

  Ummmmm…ummmm. Such a nice thought, Steven going down on her. Shelly had revealed all his lovemaking secrets to her. Steven was really into the taste of a woman. He liked to cover his face with Shelly’s juice after one of her big orgasms. Then he would slide up and kiss her deep, telling her to suck his tongue. He would tell her to taste her own juices, how delicious it was, making her feel like a queen.

  Jena’s hand made its way back down. She imagined Steven with his defined body, lying on top of her, his tongue in her mouth, and his hard cock teasing the lips of her pussy. She gently, oh so slowly, ran her hand from her ass all the way up and over her clit. Ohhhh…Steven…hot Steven!

 
Shelly used to tell how Steven would tease her to the point of begging. Begging! He would use the head of his cock and slowly massage her outer lips, then ever so gently brush over her clit. This could go on for ten minutes driving her crazy. Then he would slip just a portion of the head into her and quickly remove it. This would be followed by a couple more minutes of torture, exploring every corner of her outer pussy and lips. With the head of his cock slick from her juices he would unexpectedly plunge an inch or so into her hungry pussy, then instantly remove it. This made Shelly animal wild to devour him inside her.

  Not so, because Steven wasn’t finished with his maddening tease. He would continue his drive-her-wild massage at least a couple more cycles. Each time he would slide another inch of his perfect cock into her, making her gasp. Immediately he would pull out and work her outer and inner lips, nipping at her desperate clit, pushing her towards insanity.

  Finally, without warning, he would totally slide his whole cock inside her soaking wet pussy, arching his back so as to go in as deep as possible. This would be more than Shelly could handle. All the torturous teasing had built her to the point of exploding. She would let loose an enormous, intense orgasm, before begging “Fuck me! Fuck me, baby! Oh, please fuck me!”

  Steven would then begin fucking her like a madman—deep, hard and fast. The instant conversion from big-tease to hard fucking was more than she could take. She quickly came again…and again.

  Jena’s hand quickened the pace stroking her hard clit. She would cum soon. She was now imagining Steven plowing away at her own pussy. She could feel his hard, hot cock fucking her deep and fast.

  His sexy voice on the phone had turned her into a powder keg filled with lust. Her pussy was on fire. He was coming to see her. It was real—fucking real.

  Steven Walker would soon be here…in my bed…fucking me! Fucking me!

  Jena’s index finger centered itself on the head of her clit. This was it. She was cumming…any second now…here it is…Oh God…Fuck me…Fuck me…Fuck me…Fuck me Steven…Fuck me good, baby!!

  Fuuuck meee! Jena’s pussy exploded! For ten long seconds it was a wave of pleasure and hot juice. Her entire body convulsed in primal pleasure—a raw, lusty animal release of female desire. She came from her inner depths. Her body was saturated with pleasure. It was unlike any orgasm she had ever had.

  Jena’s heart was pounding. If felt like it would jump right out of her chest. She lay back to catch her breath. She locked her feet together and brought her thighs in. Three fingers were still deep inside her. It felt a million degrees in there. She never knew she could get so hot—and so wet. Every twitch of her body brought another pulsing sensation. What kind of man could inspire this—a mountain-shaking orgasm simply from a fantasy!

  Steven’s magic cock had delivered from 1400 miles away. She could only imagine what it could do stuck deep inside her. She relished the thought.

  Jena finally removed her hand from her steaming pussy. Her wetness completely enveloped her hand. Never before had she cum so hard—and so much. Her thick, oily, lusty juice was everywhere.

  Pussy juice was the sweet liquid that Steven craved. He loved it! He was a master of coaxing out a woman’s wetness and then savoring the rewards. He loved drinking up the juices of his woman. It was his version of heaven. It was his utopia.

  Jena hoped that soon he would be drinking her juices. She hoped he would unleash his primal animal upon her. She hoped he would soon be fucking her.

  Chapter 5

  Jena looked at the clock—2:55 p.m. Five minutes had passed since the last time she looked. Steven should be calling soon. Surely he hadn’t changed his mind—or had he?

  For the first time she felt a twinge of nervousness. What if he didn’t like what he saw? She had put on a couple of pounds over the last twenty years. Well, more than a couple to be honest—fifteen if you wanna get real.

  And she didn’t have that fresh early-twenty-something face anymore. Maybe she wouldn’t appeal to him at all. Nooo! She had to get those thoughts out of her head. She had to think positively. Steven would find her appealing and attractive. That’s the way it had to be—the power of positive thinking.

  Jena pulled a strand of her long, brown hair away from her eyes. She clipped it behind her ear. She had always worn her hair long and natural. It worked as a teenager and it worked now. She never did like a bunch of oils and sprays. Steven had complimented her on her hair several times back in the days. She remembered all of his charming comments. Shelly was a lucky girl back then. Now it was her turn—she hoped.

  What a long four days it had been. Actually four days and nine hours but who was counting. She could remember his every word. What a sexy voice he had on the phone. And it could only be sexier in person.

  “Jena, is the Hertfield document finished yet?”

  It was her boss, Roger Patterson—owner of Patterson International. She had worked for him for seven years. She started out filing papers and was now his personal secretary. He liked her work ethic. He also liked the fact that she understood his quirky ways. They clicked well in the work world. Things got done his way with Jena.

  “Yes, Roger,” replied Jena. “I’ll have it in just a couple of minutes.”

  “Jena, you’re a little out there today,” stated Roger. “Is everything okay?”

  “Everything’s fine,” said Jena. “An old friend is coming into town today. I guess my mind’s drifting a little.”

  “Okay, just let me know when the document is ready. You can bring it into my office when you’re done.”

  Roger was great about that kind of stuff. He never pried into her business, yet he truly cared about her. He had been a great support during her divorce. She couldn’t ask for a better boss.

  Suddenly her phone vibrated on her desk. She picked it up. It was Steven’s number. Her heart literally skipped a beat. She took a deep breath and answered it.

  “Hello, Jena speaking,” she said, as if she didn’t know who was calling.

  “Hi, Jena girl,” came the voice from the other end. “It’s me, Steven.”

  Steven’ sexy voice captured her immediately. God, he really was pure sex. It just oozed out of him. He was the total package of charm and sensuality.

  “Hi Steven,” she said. “Are you in town yet?”

  “Yes, as a matter of fact I’m checking into the hotel right now.”

  “Great,” said Jena. “Did you still want to meet?”

  “Yes, absolutely,” answered Steven. “When are you off work?”

  Jena tried to remain cool. Her body was already responding physically. “I’m outta here at five. Is there any particular place you want to meet?”

  I’m looking across the street from the hotel. There’s some place called James Café. Have you ever heard of it?”

  “Yes!” exclaimed Jena. “I go there all the time. It’s literally one minute from where I work. It’s a craft beer place with great food.”

  “Okay, Jena girl. I’ll let you get back to work and I’ll see you there a little after five. Does that sound good?”

  “That’s perfect,” answered Jena. “Oh Steven, I can’t wait to see you after all these years.”

  “Jena, you have no idea how much I want to see you. You’ve been in my brain forever. You’re the best.”

  “Oh, that’s so sweet of you,” said Jena. “I’ll see you at five. Goodbye.”

  Steven spoke slowly. Sensuality flowed through every syllable. “Bye, pretty girl. See you soon. I know you’re going to be hot.”

  Jena felt a surge pulsate through her. How did he do it? His voice alone turned her completely electric. He had that gentlemanly manner that put her at ease. And underneath all that charm was an out-of-control sex animal full of lust and desire. He had a need to please. He was born as a gift to the female gender. God—was he hot!

  Jena stared down at her work. How could she complete this with her mind elsewhere? All she could think about was wrapping her legs around that sexy ass.


  Somehow she got through it. It wasn’t easy concentrating on boring commodity statistics with such a distraction. For two long hours she coped as best she could. Thoughts of passion and lust kept knocking at her door.

  Jena wasn’t a one-night type of girl. Her history had been pretty conservative by today’s standards. But this was a totally different animal indeed. There was no way she was passing up this opportunity—no way! Maybe one night could capture the future. Maybe it would capture her dream man. She just hoped Steven would allow it to happen.

  Finally it was straight-up five o’clock. After saying goodbye to Roger she headed out the door. She said a quick goodbye to her coworker Vicki. She could tell Vicki detected her excitement. Vicki was a sensual girl herself. Maybe she would disclose some of her stories to her later—if there were any.

  Ninety seconds later she pulled into the back parking lot. James Café was crowded for a Monday afternoon. She took one last look at herself in the mirror. Not so bad for a woman her age. Not bad at all. It was time to renew an old friendship—with the hottest man she had ever known.

  Oh, she almost forgot! One last thing—she lifted up her ass and slipped off her panties from under her skirt. How this would surprise Steven! She knew it was provocative and completely out of character for her. A little kinkiness needed to come out. It had been hibernating for decades. It took a man like Steven to turn her lusty fantasies into reality. It was time to start living.

  Chapter 6

  The familiar J logo welcomed her into James Café. Jena opened the door and looked around. He wasn’t sitting at the bar. She glanced towards the back table.

  There he was! Wow!

  Steven flashed that captivating smile and got up to greet her. He looked better than she ever remembered. He exuded confidence—inner confidence. His body was lean and muscular. There wasn’t a bit of fat on him. His sexy, brown hair flowed perfectly around his gorgeous face. God, what a face! He was wearing jeans just tight enough to showcase his defined legs. A light blue pullover shirt clung to his solid arms. He was raw, unadulterated, pure sex—all wrapped up in his easy charm.