Mistaken Identity

by Christopher Maddox

  “Oh … God … yes!” she cried out, and within a few seconds, she convulsed again, and I felt another gush of warmth flow out of her. At first, I thought that, in her excitement, she must have peed. It happens.

  She whimpered with one last tremor while her orgasm gently ebbed, leaving her ravaged and completely satisfied. She pulled my lips from her breast and kissed me passionately, her tongue lustfully probing my mouth. I responded to her passion and let her consume my lips.

  “I’m sorry, Alex. That went further than I had intended it to. So much for not touching the front. I didn’t think that I would orgasm like that until the last minute, so I didn’t think to tell you that I squirt sometimes.”

  I chuckled. “That’s not a problem for me. It felt nice and warm. I think that it’s a bit of a turn-on when a girl orgasms and pees a little,” I admitted and kissed her sweet lips all over several times.

  She shook her head. “No, baby, I don’t pee; I come.”

  “You mean you actually come with your orgasm?”

  She nodded. “Yes, I have a little cum sometimes. It’s kind of like yours, but not nearly as much. I’m sorry, I know it’s messy, but I don’t always do it. The problem is, I don’t always know when it’s going to happen.”

  “You mean that what you just did is cum?”

  She nodded apprehensively.

  I thought about it for a moment and shivered. I had seen it on videos, but I had never known anyone that could actually do it. “Oh, my God,” I said excitedly, “I just have to see it.”

  She grinned and reached down between us. I lifted off her and watched as she slid her two middle fingers across her opening. She scooped up some of the thick, sticky liquid on her fingers and offered them to me. She watched nervously while I smelled her repeatedly and groaned as my lust for her deepened.

  “Oh, God,” I said, my voice quivering. “You smell so good, and I know you are clean. Please, I want to taste you.”

  She nodded her head. “Yes, okay, if you really want to.”

  I held her fingers up to my mouth and slowly licked the sticky, aromatic fluid from them. I closed my eyes and shivered with a deep, throaty groan as I slowly shook my head. “You are my every fantasy come true.”

  She grinned. “Then, that means … you like it? You want me to do that?”

  “You have no idea. Can you squirt when you’re having oral sex?”

  She giggled. “Oh, yes, that’s when it’s the easiest for me, but if I have an orgasm every day, I only squirt a little bit. When it has been several days, I come a lot.”

  “Where in the world have you been all my life?”

  She smiled sheepishly. “I was probably in diapers. I was a toddler for a good part of it,” she giggled.

  I shrugged my shoulders. “I know! Bummer!”

  “Oh, come on. That was just a joke. You are not that old. Hey, I’m feeling guilty for having an orgasm, and I want to please you.”

  I shook my head. “Actually, I feel good. Feeling you having an orgasm in my arms and then tasting you was an incredible thrill for me. I’m fine for now, but I can’t wait until we can make love.”

  She grinned and nodded. “Me, too, Alex, but,” she said with obvious sincerity, “I have a question I need to ask you. No, actually, I have two questions I need to ask.”

  “Ask me anything you like.”

  “Well, the first one is, do you think that I’m still worth anything I want? And the second one is, do you think that this might just be a one-night stand?”

  “Are you serious?”

  She nodded. “Yes, I would like to know, if you can tell me. If you don’t know,” she said with a shrug, “that’s okay, too, I guess.”

  “Oh, sweetheart, my new girlfriend has a soft, tender underbelly, after all. First, if making love to you is anything like what we have done so far, I will probably propose to you the following day. Second, when we make love, if you move that little bottom of yours like you just did when you had your orgasm, you will definitely be worth anything you ask for.”

  She giggled and rolled me off her. “That’s sweet, even if you don’t mean it.”

  “The problem is that I just might mean it. I’ve been looking for someone special to share some time with and take it, as you say, one glass at a time. By the way, since I’m the one that propositioned you, what is it that you think you want?”

  She shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “That was a great orgasm you gave me. I’m not sure what I want, but I think I’ll know after we make love.”

  We spent quite a bit of time lying in bed talking, cuddling, and kissing incessantly before we finally wound down enough to go to sleep in each other’s arms.

  Chapter Three

  The following morning, I awoke quite a while before she did. My time zone, in New York, was three hours ahead of hers, and besides, I’ve always been an early riser. I lay there as still as I could and watched her for about an hour. Her breathing was soft and easy. Her face was angelic and desperately needed to be kissed. I carefully lifted the covers and looked at her breasts. Her nipples were soft and supple, slightly puffy. And, like her face, they too needed to be kissed.

  I chanced lifting the covers a little further to see if I could see her sex. Her pussy was, well, simply beautiful. Her lips were not like they had been the night before: wet, swollen, and in need of attention. They were soft and smooth, just like her face, and there was no doubt in my mind that they needed a kiss or two as well. By the time I had finished admiring her, I had a terrible hard-on, and I was convinced that she was one of the prettiest women I had ever met.

  Why me? I wondered.

  Later that morning, I thought she would take me back to the hotel, drop me off, and return for me later. Instead, we took a shower together, had a light breakfast, and she took me back to the hotel to change my clothing and check out.

  While I was checking out, she called her office and canceled her appointments for the next two days. She told her assistant that she was going to take some vacation time, but if anything important were to come up, she should be notified.

  The remainder of the morning was spent going to the clinic for our tests. Since we were testing for all STD’s, not just for HIV, we had to give a blood sample along with a mouth swab. We were told that we should expect the test results within one to three days. We were given a coded number unique to our individual sample, that we were to use when we called in for our results.

  She couldn’t hide the look of disappointment on her face as we left the building. “I wasn’t expecting to have to wait three days to get the results. That is depressing. I haven’t been laid for well over a year, and now I have to wait three more days after finding someone I want to sleep with?”

  I laughed and took her hand. “Last night wasn’t so bad, was it?”

  She gave me a slight grin and looped her arm in mine. With a quick jerk of her head, she flipped her long, auburn hair back over her shoulder. “No,” she said, bumping playfully into me. “It was wonderful but having it so close and not being able to … well, you know, is torture,” she giggled. “It’s almost noon and I’m hungry. Would you like to get something to eat?”

  I looked at her with a sly grin. “Yes, you.”

  “Hmmmm, don’t tempt me. It sounds delicious, but it’s not on today’s menu.”

  We had a light lunch at a small Thai restaurant downtown. After lunch, we went out for a drive to Tiger Mountain. It was a short trip to the southeast of downtown Seattle, and it only took us about forty minutes to get there. It was well worth the drive because the views of Mt. Rainier, from that vantage point, were simply spectacular.

  We stopped at a small café that had a terrific view of the mountain from their dining room. We ordered coffee and split a piece of apple pie.

  “Alex, why is it I feel so comfortable with you? I still can’t get over how I feel as though I have known you for an awfully long time.”

  I laughed as I gave her a bite of the pie. “I’m
like an old pair of shoes that you can’t seem to part with after they’re worn out or an old dog that you’ve had since you were a child.”

  She frowned. “Oh, come on. It’s not that. It’s just that you are so easy to be with, but I can’t deny that you are a sexy-looking man with your distinguished gray hair.”

  I laughed. “I know what it is you like about me.”

  “I can’t wait to hear it.”

  “I think it must be because I am playing so hard to get.”

  She laughed and shook her head. “Yeah, right, that must be the reason. You practically handed me your wallet the first night we met because you were so anxious to get in my panties.”

  She was gorgeous and witty, and I was getting excited watching her lick the last of the apple pie off her fork. “Yeah, you’ve got me there, but you have to admit that I’ve already been inside those precious little panties of yours, just not far enough inside.”

  I knew we were nervous and a little giddy with anxious anticipation because we couldn’t wait to be together, and we couldn’t hurry the process along. All we could do was try to be patient and wait for the results. We kept giving each other hungry, little looks of desire and need. On the way home, we stopped by her favorite meat market and picked up two small fillets for dinner.

  The evening went well for us. For dinner, she changed into a long, flowing, two-piece, night gown that was made of fine, emerald-green silk. Her arms and legs were completely covered. You couldn’t see through the material, but it clung unmercifully to every strategic curve, bump, and crevice of her gorgeous body.

  “How do you expect me to keep my hands off you when you are wearing something like that?”

  She grinned and did a quick pirouette for me. “That’s just it. I don’t expect you to. I want your hands all over me.”

  Her bottom was breathtaking. The silky material clung so snugly to each cheek that nothing was left to my imagination. But it was her nipples that captivated me, and I couldn’t pry my eyes away from them. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and gently placed my erection against her bottom. She moaned, pushed back, and rubbed her ass slowly up and down my shaft.

  She was not only sexy; she was playful. I cupped her breasts in my hands and slowly ran my fingers over her thick nipples.

  She rested her head back against my shoulder. “Oh, God, Alex, this is going to be a very long evening. It’s going to be a pleasant one, but it’s going to be torturously long.”

  I gently squeezed her nipples between my fingers and nudged my erection into her bottom. “I will figure out a way to please you before you go to sleep tonight. It will make you sleep so much better,” I whispered as I softly pressed my lips to the nape of her neck.

  She turned around. “Are you always like this, so willing to please your partner?”

  I nodded. “Pleasing my partner is what making love is all about. Seeing and feeling my lover’s orgasm is what turns me on the most. Don’t get me wrong; I like to climax, but the best part of making love is all of the time we spend leading up to it. When my lover doesn’t enjoy it, how can I?”

  She kissed me softly, gently, seductively. “You are too good to be true.”

  ******

  Later that evening, after we had finished dinner and gone to bed, we held each other, cuddling and kissing for a very long time. We were doing a great job of staying away from those strategic, forbidden areas that tended to make us lose control.

  She pulled her lips from mine. “I want you on top of me,” she whispered, biting my lower lip.

  I took a deep breath and sighed. “That could get us in trouble.”

  She kissed my lips with a slight whimper. “I’ll be good. I promise.”

  “That’s what I’m afraid of,” I said as I positioned myself on top of her just as I had done the evening before. She moaned softly and spread her legs, positioning my cock along the length of her slit.

  After a few minutes of feeling the sensuous, wet, and swollen lips of her vulva slide up and down my shaft, I groaned with a deep sigh.

  She stiffened slightly. “What’s the matter? Is something wrong?”

  I chuckled briefly and kissed her sweet mouth. “Oh, God, no, sweetheart, nothing’s wrong. You are such a fantastic lover. It’s just that I don’t understand how you could go over a year and not be with someone. You are such an intelligent, talented, and sexy woman. The thing that I find so striking and wonderful is that you are so sensuous and so loving. There’s just no doubt that you love sex.”

  She pushed her mound into my cock. “I do love sex, and I’m craving to have it with you. If you were to push yourself inside me right now, I wouldn’t be able to stop you. I couldn’t stop you because I want you so much.”

  I shuddered. “You want me that badly?” I asked as I slid my cock up through her moist lips and over her clit.

  She whimpered and stiffened against my shaft. “Oh, God, you have no idea how desperate I am to have you inside me.”

  I stopped for a moment, my cock throbbing against her vulva. “Yeah, well, you don’t have any idea how bad I want to be inside you, deep inside you. It’s so tempting, but I can’t because I promised you I wouldn’t.”

  “You have more willpower than any man I’ve ever known.”

  “I know, but you are testing my limits,” I chuckled and kissed her tenderly then resumed sliding my shaft up through her soft, wet slit.

  She moaned and spread her legs a little further. She tilted her pelvis up, positioning her opening against the length of my cock. I quivered with a loud groan. “That is dangerous,” I said as I rubbed the length of my shaft across her wet, slippery opening.

  She gasped and held me tighter. “I know, but it feels so damned good. I love you between my legs. Oh, baby, I think I want you to put it in. I know I want you to put it in,” she whispered as she held her splayed opening firmly up against my cock.

  I shook my head. “No, I can’t. I promised you I wouldn’t even if you begged me, remember?”

  She whimpered softly and bit my neck. “Then finger me. I want you to finger me and make me come. I need it, baby.”

  “Hmmmm, that sounds like fun,” I said with a smile. I gave her a long sensuous kiss and slid my cock up through her sex a few more times before I rolled off to her right side. I lay next to her so I could kiss her while I fucked her with my hand.

  Our lips touched and our tongues slid and played together as I moved my hand down over her mound. She moaned and spread her thighs with the first light touch of my fingers to her wet lips. I slid my middle finger between her folds and found her clit wet and rigid. I began making soft, slow circles around it, and occasionally, I passed gently over it, tweaking its engorged surface. After I had moved around it several times, she was in a frenzied state of need, hunching into my hand. I slid my hand down over her opening and felt her juicy entrance with my fingers for the first time. I groaned and gently slid my two middle fingers over the slight depression in her body. She was juicy and incredibly wet.

  “My God, you are wet,” I whispered into her lips while we kissed.

  She moaned and pushed her pussy up against my fingers. I coated them with her juices and moved them back to her clitoris. She whimpered as I gently slid them up and down the thin, delicate sheath of skin covering it. I spread my fingers and captured her clit between them. She stiffened with a whimper when I squeezed them together and gently tugged it up and down.

  “That feels so good,” she gasped and began moving her pelvis in accord with my fingers. “Put it in. Put your finger in me. I need something in me, anything,” she begged.

  I slid my middle finger down to her opening and pushed it slowly inside her. She was tight and clenched my finger reflexively. I pushed it all the way in and curved it up against her swollen G-spot. She convulsed and stiffened slightly as I curled my finger over it.“My God, Shannen, you have the largest G-spot that I have ever felt.”

  “I don’t know how big it is. All I know is that it feel
s good when it’s swollen,” she said with a deep moan and a shudder as she pushed her pelvis into my hand.

  I slid down closer to her hips so I could get my finger deeper inside and rub the sensitive, spongy area more thoroughly. With my face now at her breast, I took her nipple in my mouth and began licking and sucking on it.

  “That feels too good. You know all the right places and just what to do with them.”

  Of course, that didn’t hurt my ego any. “It’s pretty easy to look good when you have someone as gorgeous and as responsive as you are.”

  I was licking, kissing, and sucking on her nipples for all I was worth while I rubbed and massaged the swollen flesh just inside her pussy.

  She placed her hand on the back of my head and pressed my face deeper into her soft breast. “Nibble on it. Your mouth feels so good.”

  I sucked her titty in my mouth and gently nibbled on its hard, gnarly surface as I worked on her clit and G-spot. She began to quiver and constantly moan as she thrust her body into my hand. I looked up at her contorted face. Her breathing was labored, and she began to hunch into my finger.

  “I need more, baby,” she whispered between gasping breaths.

  “You want another finger?” I asked, not sure I heard her correctly. She was so sexy and so turned on, and I didn’t want to take a chance on spoiling it for her.

  “Yes! Oh, yes, please,” she gasped.

  I slipped a second finger inside her. She stiffened and thrust into my hand as it penetrated her.

  “Oh … my … God,” she cried out when her orgasm triggered and sent waves of ecstasy through her body, forcing a continuous, rigid spasm. She convulsed and whimpered several times before the spasms eased.

  I slowly slid her nipple from my mouth. It glistened as a small string of my saliva clung from the tip of her nipple to my lower lip. I lowered my mouth again, sucked the moisture from it, and finally released it with a soft, sucking sound.

  “God, do I ever love your nipples,” I groaned as I reached up and kissed her sweet lips.“Can I assume by your reaction that you enjoyed your orgasm?”