If Only For One Night

by Brenda Hampton

  “Hello,” I snapped.

  “Say, baby. This is Jaylin. Just calling to see if we’re still on for tonight?”

  Hell, yes, we were, but I didn’t want to scream it to the world. Instead, I remained calm with a warming smile on my face. “I just stepped out of the shower, but . . .”

  “It looks like I caught you at the right time then.”

  Shit if you only knew! Did I just say that out loud? I hoped not. “Yes, you did catch me at the right time.”

  “Good. Then we can get this date started now, if you’d like?”

  “I would like that, but truth be told, our date started when I was in the shower. Let’s just say you were satisfying me beyond my wildest dream and I was overly pleased.” I couldn’t believe I was talking to him like this. I had never rushed at anything, and here I was talking about sexing a man I had just met today.

  “Well, baby, let me wrap up some business and I’ll be there in about an hour.”

  “Okay. I’ll be waiting.”

  Hanging up the phone with my pussy humming from hearing his voice, I returned to the bathroom. I kept debating with myself, questioning if I really wanted to have sex with a man I had just met. I thought long and hard, and thinking about it only made me hornier.

  “Fuck it,” I said, throwing my hands up in the air. “I’m about to turn this date and the man that I now know as Jaylin upside down.”

  I had a little under an hour to turn my bedroom into a sex haven. I knew this would be a date of a lifetime, so I had to give him something to remember me by. That would include my Double D’s, my fat ass and luscious sweet tunnel that would taste like the sweetest thing he’d ever known. Oh, yes, he would come back for more and I’d make sure of that!

  With my bedroom done, music programmed, chocolate covered strawberries and whip cream on the nightstand . . . champagne chilling, and lights dimmed, I would say I was ready. I was debating on if I should put on some clothes or stay naked. I decided on an appealing black and red baby doll nightie that I had just purchased from Fredrick’s of Hollywood. While looking in the mirror, I sat on the bed, putting on strawberries and cream lotion. I knew Jaylin would love my perky breasts and appreciate my small waistline and mouth watering thighs. When I stood to check out the final package, my doorbell rang. My heart jumped to my stomach, and I admit that I had a few butterflies. No sooner than I opened the door, those butterflies flew out the window. There stood Jaylin, looking like he was straight off the cover of GQ Magazine. All I could think was, yeah, we’re fucking tonight!

  With a sexy grin, he moseyed in. “Love the nightie and it damn sure looks good on you.”

  They say patience is virtue, but just looking at him, I wanted to strip him down and start fucking him right away. Never had I been this impatient to screw somebody. He saw the keen look in my eyes and already knew dinner wouldn’t be on the menu tonight.

  “So, uh, I guess we’re not having dinner, right?” he asked.

  I gave him a wink and wandered back to my bedroom, hoping he would follow. He did. Once we were in my room, my arms fell on his shoulders. “If you don’t mind, I thought we could skip dinner and go straight to dessert.”

  With his eyes secured with mine, he backed up and started to remove his jacket. I could see his biceps coming through his shirt and his body was picture perfect. I couldn’t resist swirling my hands down his washboard abs, and the feel of him made me seal my eyes. I felt his butter-soft lips touch mine and his tongue tasted superior. My eyes opened and I slowly traced his lips with my tongue. I felt his hands inching up my nightie, but he was in for a surprise, because I didn’t have on any panties. All he touched was bare ass, and that caused him to pace me backwards towards the bed.

  “Damn, baby, I need to taste you right now,” he whispered and carefully laid me on the bed.

  “Well, Daddy, wait no more. Go ahead and taste it!”

  Easing up my nightie, I could feel Jaylin’s hands on my thighs, to my stomach. The way he caressed my breasts, I was ready to explode. Still, I wanted more.

  “Jaylin, please hurry. My swelling lips are begging to be touched by your tongue, and I can’t wait much longer.”

  With the sexiest smile ever, he parted my legs and dropped to his knees. “I love when a woman begs for it. That shit turns me the fuck on.”

  I couldn’t believe I was begging for this man to satisfy me. I had learned when it came to Jaylin, my patience was gone. Once I felt his cool breath blowing on my clit, I knew ecstasy was on its way. My pussy was throbbing in one succulent lick, causing me to clinch the silk sheets. “Oh, Jay, that feels so good, Daddy, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  He wanted me to beg, so I did. As he continued to feast up on me, I could feel my first orgasm coming down. “Yes, Daddy, right there! Don’t stop, gotdamn-it that’s my spot! I’m about to cuumm!!

  A tingling feeling rocked my entire body. The more he slurped my interior walls, the more I came undone. I came with so much force I had the bed shuddering. Never have I had an orgasm so intense and Jaylin’s tongue was ferocious!

  “Are you ready for part two?” he asked.

  Hell, if part two was anything like this, then hell yeah! He rose from the floor to take off his pants and immediately my pussy felt withdrawals. I wanted him so bad. I was a fiend, needing my fix and Jaylin was my drug. When he took off his belt, I could see the rising bulge. Daddy was packing a load, and if my pussy could speak she would say, “Come and get me, Daddy.”

  Jaylin let his pants and boxers fall to the ground, then he put his wallet and condoms on the nightstand. He lay on the bed and it was my turn to have him climbing the walls. Jay Baby looked like a god lying in my bed. His smooth honey skin felt like silk, and being able to hold his monstrous dick in my hand was priceless.

  “Baby, close your eyes and enjoy,” I suggested, straddling him. I began at the top of his head with kisses, his curls so soft I could smell his shampoo. I made my way down to his ears, whispering promises I knew I would keep. “This pussy is yours—however you want it, you can have it—whatever Jay Baby wants, he gets.”

  He let out a moan, so sexually charged that I knew he liked my choice of words. Moving my way to his neck, I licked and sucked feather lightly. His manly fragrance began to stimulate me.

  “Move forward, baby,” he said. I moved forward, sitting on his upper chest. “No, you’re not close enough.”

  I shrugged. “Wha . . . what exactly do you want me to do?”

  “I want you to sit that sweet muthafucking pussy on my lips so I can have another taste.”

  Well, damn. Didn’t he just suck it? Seeing his dick long and hard made me too hungry for it. I wanted to see how far it could dip into me, as well as sample it with my mouth. For now, I didn’t honor Jaylin’s request. I made my way down south, hoping that he wouldn’t trip.

  “Daddy, you already had your way with me. Now it’s my turn to have my way with you.”

  “That will never happen,” he boasted. “But I’m damn sure going to watch you try.”

  Before he could say another word to me, I put his package in my mouth. The feel of it being pushed into my mouth was challenging. I had to pull back some and catch my breath. I began to lick and caress his manhood with ease. Loving the groaning sounds he was making, I went a little further by adding his balls to the mix. Jaylin lifted his head and pulled at my hair.

  “Shit! What are you doing to me?” he inquired. Giving no response, I continued to give his balls pleasure. “Baby, you’re going to make me cum and I’m not ready for that.”

  I wasn’t ready for him to cum either, as we definitely had the whole night ahead of us. I stood and grabbed a condom from the nightstand. I ripped it open and applied it with my mouth. My pussy was screaming to feel him and it neared satisfaction when I straddled his lap. He positioned his muscle, and as I carefully slid down on him, I could feel my interior wet walls squeezing him. We sighed from the electrical feeling and it was time for us to put in the
extra labor. Never had I been so impatient for a man when it came to sex, but Jaylin “Bad Boy” Rogers was turning my world inside out, and upside down. Needless to say, we fucked, and screwed and sucked . . . the entire night away!

  The End

  Book Club Meeting

  “I’m exhausted,” I said, dropping back in my seat. “And Jaylin should be, too. LaShaun it seems as if you made the investment that you were looking for and I hope it paid off.”

  “In a major way,” she smiled. “I’m back to being patient again, but that was one day that everything turned into a rush-rush situation for me. My coochie couldn’t get enough of that man, and she’s still talking about him.”

  “Mine would be too,” a lady yelled and chuckled. “But, Ms. Hampton, I have a question for you. LaShaun mentioned masturbation in her story, but I don’t see you writing much about it in yours. If the women can’t get Jaylin to act right, why not show some scenes where the women seek pleasure from themselves? Personally, I love to please myself and can’t no one do it better than me. Passion Parties . . . Doctor Johns, I’m into all of that stuff. I love being creative and appreciate authors like Zane who encourage women to be free and explore their inner freak.”

  Many ladies clapped and concurred with what the woman had said. I did, too, but there was something about me that she needed to know. “I love and respect all that Zane does and she’s a very unique author that no one can duplicate. She broke down barriers so that writers like me can feel comfortable writing what we do, but I have a different approach to writing than she does. As for masturbation, the truth is I can’t write about something I don’t know about. Honestly, I couldn’t even tell you where to begin, and masturbation is one subject I am clueless on. I don’t get it and I don’t see how I can go about pleasing my own self. Don’t think I’m crazy, please, but I just can’t see a vibrator doing anything for me.”

  “What?” one lady shouted. “You mean to tell me you be writing allllll that freaky stuff in those books and you are clueless about masturbation? I don’t believe that, Ms. Hampton, and with Jaylin constantly in your thoughts, I don’t see how that’s possible.”

  “I have no problem speaking the truth, and are there any women in the audience who are as clueless about this subject as I am?” Very few women raised their hands, and the others talked to us about how much action we were missing out on. I guess you had to be willing to explore things that you didn’t know much about, but there wasn’t no telling when I would get to that point. The conversation went on for a while and LaShaun had even given us a few pointers. I took notes, after all, we were here learning from each other. So much that when another lady stepped forward, giving advice on riding, we thought she was speaking about her motorcycle. Instead, she was referencing Jaylin. My worries were growing by the minute, as Taji admitted to giving Jaylin the ride of his life.

  Ride’em

  Taji Hines-Kirby

  When Taji pulled up to the annual Ruff Ryders event in St Louis, in the middle of August, the temperature must have been 100 degrees. With all of her riding equipment on, the temp felt well over 115 degrees. Taji pulled her MV Augusta F4CC powder blue custom made Suzuki GSX-R motorcycle into an empty parking spot, noticing two gentlemen standing at a vendor booth. The attractive men were checking out different types and newer models of bikes. Taji thought as she walked away, I will have to make sure I stop at the vendor booth before leaving today. When she removed her helmet, her long flowing curls fell down her back and a few fell in front of her face. Her skin was kissed with just the right amount of sun, making her look even more like the black and Dominican female that she was.

  Curious, she looked back at the two gentlemen she’d noticed before, observing that they had moved closer to her bike. She could tell they were fascinated by it. She finished her water, deciding to go back and talk to them. Looking the men over from head to toe, Taji noticed that the taller of the two men was one of the finest men she had seen in a long time.

  “Hello,” she said smiling, as she walked up to the men. She addressed the one who had her attention.

  Surprised, Jaylin turned to her. “I’m Jaylin. Jaylin Rogers. But, uh, am I in your way?”

  Taji’s grin got wider, as she noticed how much finer the man was closer up. “As a matter of fact, you are in my way.”

  Jaylin placed one hand on his chest, the other hand in the air. “I apologize, Miss Lady. My bad.” He studied Taji’s frame that was a work of art, liking what was in his view. “I assume this is your bike?”

  Taji slightly grinned and flirted with her alluring eyes. “Yes, that is my bike. Why do you ask? Would you like for me to teach you how to ride it?”

  Not to be outdone, Jaylin looked over at his friend, Shane, and tapped his arm. “Man, she wants to give me lessons on how to ride a motorcycle. What do you think about that?”

  Shane shrugged. “I don’t think you can go wrong with that. I say go ahead and give it a try.”

  Jaylin looked back at Taji, touching the goatee that fit his chin well. “Naw baby, no lessons, but I’ll tell you what. Maybe I can teach you a few other things about riding.”

  “I don’t think there is much more that you can teach a professional.”

  Jaylin was quick to respond. “Oh, so you’re a professional motorcycle rider, huh? Well if you are a professional, then I think I would have heard of you before. And before I forget to ask, what is your name?”

  Taji extended her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jaylin. My name is Taji and my rewards and trophies speak for themselves.”

  Jaylin shook Taji’s hand and nodded. “I see. What else are you a professional at?”

  “I’m a Sports and Entertainment attorney in Los Angles. According to my clients, they say I handle my profession very well.”

  Jaylin responded with a raised eyebrow, “I’m impressed. Would it be possible for me to take you out later for a drink, dinner, movie or a ride?”

  Taji sighed, and even though she was a bit tired, she definitely didn’t want to let an opportunity like this one pass her by. Then again, she knew that without much rest, she wouldn’t be good company. “I’ve had a very long day, Jaylin, and I wouldn’t be very good company tonight. So, maybe some other time, and it was nice meeting you.”

  Taji walked away, leaving Jaylin to wonder about a sexy woman he for surely wanted to see again.

  The next morning, Taji went for a sweat-dripping jog. After showering, she looked into the mirror, more than satisfied with her hourglass figure. She had jogged every morning, and for a thirty-four year old, she was more than satisfied with everything about her. She had the looks of a supermodel, and her 5’7 frame had curves in all of the right places. Her hair was charcoal black with golden bronze highlights, and her caramel skin was smooth as butter. Her eyes were slightly slanted, and almost looked as if she had some Asian in her family. Needless to say, she was packaged up very well, and had worked hard at perfecting her looks.

  When Taji arrived at her father’s house for lunch the next day, she whispered in her mother Sabana’s ear, “Does Dad have a clue about his surprise birthday party tonight?”

  Her mother looked at Taji, putting her finger on her lips to shush her so her dad wouldn’t hear them talking. “Not a clue,” she whispered.

  Later that night, the house was all set for Taji’s father’s 60th surprise birthday party. When her father walked in, everyone yelled, “SURPRISE!!” His face lit up with joy, especially after seeing his family and some of his colleagues he hadn’t seen in years, either because they had retired or moved away to practice another branch of the law. Surprisingly, and unbeknownst to Taji, Jaylin was standing out by the pool in the backyard, taking a business call. Shane was also there, chatting with some old friends that had also known Taji’s father. Like always, Jaylin was dressed to impress in a Brooks Brothers suit and shiny, black leather shoes. His cologne lit up the area, causing several of the women to take double . . . triple looks. With all of the att
ention, he was guaranteed a piece of pussy that night.

  Taji had two glasses of white wine, and by the third glass, she had loosened up a bit. She strutted down the t-staircase, wearing a fitted cream colored dress that exposed her bare back. A pair of Christian Louboutin heels matched her dress perfectly. When Jaylin finished his call, he noticed Taji standing with her back towards him. His gray eyes zoned in on her backside, and his tongue rolled from one side of his lips to the other as he licked them. Damn, he thought, noticing right away that it was the woman he had come in contact with yesterday. I refuse to let her get away from me tonight, he thought.

  Jaylin went up to Taji, taking a closer look to confirm that it was really her. “Long time no see, Miss Lady,” he said, with a flute wineglass in his hand. He sipped from the glass, hoping that Taji’s taste would be sweeter than the wine.

  Taji smiled a nonchalant smile, but inside she was grinning wide. They spoke briefly, but flirted with each other throughout the night.

  By one o’clock in the morning, the party had wrapped up, and everyone vacated the premises, including Taji’s parents. Jaylin, however, was waiting to pounce on his prey. Taji sat out by the pool, looking as if she were in deep thought. When Jaylin walked up to her, all he could say was, “It looks like you have something heavy on your mind.”

  “No, not at all,” she replied, untruthfully. “But would you still like to have that drink with me?”

  “Absolutely. I thought you’d never ask.”

  Jaylin sat in one of the lawn chairs, watching Taji as she walked away to get his drink. Almost instantly, his dick got hard just from checking her out in her white bikini that she had changed into. Her cleavage was so inviting and the way her plump ass poked out of her bottoms, he was in a trance.

  Taji turned, noticing the gaze in his eyes. “I forgot to ask. What are you drinking?”