by Falls, K. C.
It was his turn to laugh. "No…no. Not at all. Although it wouldn't have been a bad idea. No, I came over to line up an interview with a company I might want to buy."
"But mine isn't for sale."
"Please, hear me out. I'm not a driver. Well, not often anyway. I own Acme Limousine and TriState Lincoln."
I gave a low whistle. I was in the presence of limo royalty.
"I don't have to tell you about our company. We've been growing rapidly and looking to expand into smaller niche type markets. I've been researching possible acquisitions. I'm not really looking at companies that are officially for sale because that's not what we want. We are looking for a more partner-oriented situation and want owners who will stay with us and grow."
"I actually might be interested in a deal like that. But to tell you the truth," I pointed to my watch, "right now I'm most interested in grabbing some lunch and finding out more about you."
Okay. I know, I know. What happened to cautious Trina? Burned Trina? Skeptical Trina? Let's just say she was a little overwhelmed by Captivated Trina, Interested Trina and Horny Trina.
The prospect of merging my business with one of the stature of Acme should have been completely absorbing my thoughts. If I could have wrapped my mind around it, it represented a real opportunity. Instead, I was mulling over (and over) the fact that this delicious man who hadn’t been with a woman in ‘a while’ (whatever that meant) took a leap with me and thought it was destiny. My oh my. What a way to slide right past my well guarded gates.
"It's your stomping grounds, so why don't you take me somewhere you like?"
Holy shit. He elevated the act of standing up to an art. Take him somewhere I liked? How about right into my bed? Stop it Trina! "Sure. There's a great deli right around the corner." I was amazed that the words that came out of my mouth managed to sound normal. 'Cause I was feeling anything but normal.
We had to make a dash for it because the sky had opened up and rain was pouring down. I grabbed one of our big umbrellas and we shared it on the half-block walk to the restaurant. I prayed that I wouldn’t fall flat on my ass due to the ridiculous nude pumps I had chosen to go with my fruit salad outfit. As if sensing my thoughts, Reggie put his arm protectively around my waist and kept me sheltered and upright. His arm felt hard and strong against the small of my back. There wasn’t a molecule of skin beneath his touch that wasn’t screaming "I’m alive! I’m alive!" I wanted more.
Watching him over lunch and listening to his story only intensified the feeling I had for him when I first met him. I'd never actually used the term 'animal magnetism' but this was a situation that fit those words to a T. Reggie just oozed masculine sex appeal. The military bearing, the sheer size of the man, his little imperfections and the admission of vulnerability were a potent mix.
We sat at a tiny little bistro table side by side on a padded banquette. There wasn't much choice except to let our hips and thighs meet under the table and the pressure of his body against mine sent my senses into overdrive.
He ordered a bottle of Chianti and we both had a pasta dish. He told me about his life as a member of the elite Black Stallion Squadron and his nearly ten year stint in Iraq with the army. I could picture him prowling around the desert looking for insurgents—confident, brave and committed.
"My father didn't want me to join the Army. He wanted me to stay put and take over the business. But I joined right out of high school anyway. After I got into officer's candidate school and earned a college degree at the same time, he sort of changed his tune. By the time I had joined the Black Stallion Brigade and took my turn in Iraq, Dad had come full circle and was bragging about me to anyone who would listen."
I admired his courage and his conviction and I told him so. I knew so many guys who just let life take them any which way. Reggie took his life by the balls.
"I'm no different than thousands and thousands of others. Maybe your admiration is misplaced."
"Why do you say that?" I asked him.
"I'm not sure I went into the service for the right reasons. I was young and thought being a military guy would be cool. I was looking for adventure. Doing something good—serving my country, if you will—wasn't my real motivation. At least not at first. And I think that's a pretty common thing."
"I can understand that. But am I right in thinking that changed along the way?"
"Yeah, it changed pretty damn quick. Once you're there . . . once you see it, feel it, smell it for yourself, everything changes." He took a long pull on his glass of wine and a deep breath. I could almost see the memories flooding his head. From the thousand-yard stare he was directing into his past, I could see that it hadn't been all 'cool adventure'.
"Dad was always terrified that I'd get hurt and of course, that's what happened," Reggie continued. "I was just about to ship home when on the next to last mission an IED exploded near me and took my hip with it. The doctors put me back together again but I still limp, especially in this kind of damp weather." He looked at me as if to say ‘does it matter?’
"I thank you for your service," was the best answer I could think of.
"I retired after the injury. The Army could have found me a desk job, but I wouldn't have been able to do it. I was too used to being near the action."
I watched his face when he spoke and found myself wanting to run my hand along his cheek and down the determined line of his jaw. The wine was working through my system. I imagined I could almost see the masculine and feminine energy twining around each other between us. My mind began to wander as he told me about going to work for his father and learning the limo business.
Wondering what someone looks like naked is a pretty good sign that you'd like to see him that way. I looked at his chest under the turtleneck and speculated about what kind of body hair he had. Sal had an abundance of thick black hair on his body and all the signs pointed to it just getting worse with age. It's the price of being an Italian male. They can get pretty ‘monkey-boy’. I pictured Reggie's body much smoother—more flesh and less fur. Glancing at the hand cupping his wine glass, I saw just the slightest smattering of hair on his hand and it was golden like the hair on his head.
"So what about you? How long have you been running your service?"
He couldn't see that I had tuned him out because I kept my eyes focused on his the entire time I was stripping his body with my eyes. His question jolted me out of my fantasy.
"I’ve pretty much grown up around the cars and the business. Even though my family is pretty traditional, it just seemed natural for me to slip into it."
"You seem to know your stuff. I guess family business gets in the blood."
"Family," I sighed. "I love mine but I’m afraid they’re the reason for my biggest mistake." I figured he at least deserved to know I’d been married and that he was dealing with damaged goods.
He cocked an eyebrow at me, urging me on. I told him my story, dancing around the sordid details about Sal. Someday, maybe, but it was too soon for the down and dirty of my past. "I married badly and at least part of the reason I married my ex was because he was someone my parents considered a ‘perfect match’. I have to admire you for following your own set of dreams and going against your father by joining the service."
"Yeah, but there were some rough times between us because of it. I’m glad Dad and I kissed and made up."
"And I’m kind of glad, in a really perverse sort of way, that my father didn’t live to see my marriage die. He would have hated that."
"I’m sorry to hear that. Is your mother still alive?"
"Sort of. She hasn’t been herself since we lost Papa."
While I talked, I felt his hand against my thigh, sort of absently trailing his fingers against the sensitive skin first on the outside and then on the inside. I don't know how I was able to stay coherent when he stole under the edge of my bikini underwear and slid just along the place where my leg meets my hip. I inhaled a little louder than I intended to. He withdrew his hand and
my skin wept at the loss of his touch.
"Forgive me. I’m afraid I’m making assumptions." His eyes held mine. "It’s just that I haven’t felt this kind of chemistry in I don’t know how long."
"Well," I told him sternly, "you are making assumptions."
"I’m sorry."
Reggie looked so unhappy that I had to laugh. "But the assumptions you’re making are all the right ones." I reached for his hand and put it back on my thigh where it belonged. He didn’t need to be told what to do. "And," I added honestly, "I'm not sure I've ever felt this kind of chemistry either."
My eyes widened when his hand again crept up my leg and I held his eyes. The air crackled between us, electric and volatile as St. Elmo's fire. His finger probed under my skirt and I spread my legs ever so slightly to give him better access. When he reached between my lips and felt the wetness that was already there he gave a soft "Mmm, mmm."
"Let's get out of here," I rasped, barely able to catch my breath. Although it was years in the past, I still had some bad vibes about hanky panky under tablecloths.
He threw a good deal more than we owed on the table and we covered the short distance to my office pretty quickly. It was still raining but we weren't nearly as careful to stay dry as we had been before lunch. I think we both knew the clothes were going to be off pretty damn quick but by the time I fumbled the stinking lock open we were soaked.
We burst into the front office. He drew me against him and kissed me wildly, hungrily pressing his pelvis toward mine. I could feel the hard length of his erection filling the front of his pants. I reached down and stroked him through the fabric and he moaned in my ear.
I led him through to the staff area at the back. Limo companies usually have a place for the drivers to shower, change and maybe have a rest between gigs. I was particularly proud of my space. I had a big shower with glass doors, a little kitchenette and a double bed where I'd been known to take a nap myself on occasion.
We started to undress each other in earnest. His jacket missed the chair and landed with a soggy thump on the floor. He didn't seem to care. We were trying to kiss and grope and look at each other's bodies while we tackled the demands of buttons, belts, zippers and shoes. I can't say we were very graceful about the whole disrobing thing. Everything just came off at once and landed in a heap.
It wasn't until we were both standing there naked that I realized how cold it was in that room. My nipples were on high alert and so were his. It wasn't from desire, either.
"Why don't you go turn on the shower and we'll warm up," I said. He gratefully followed my lead. I flicked on the electric mattress heater and joined him in the shower under the warm water. Not for the first time, I applauded my genius at putting the four shower heads low on the walls. There were times when I just couldn't take the time to wash and dry my hair. I sure didn't want to climb into bed with Reggie with even wetter locks and I know I didn't want to have to dry it.
"Oh God, that warm water feels so good."
He pulled me close to him and kissed me a little less frantically now. I felt the contours of the hardness of his chest against my pliant breasts and the head of his cock rising with his erection between my legs. I closed my eyes and memorized the Chianti taste of his mouth and the smell of rain on his face.
There would be time to regret this later, I thought. There’d be time to find out what a mistake it was to tangle with him so quickly with so much unknown. But sometimes there’s a moment that feels so right it just shoves all doubt into a dark corner. I could accept that. I didn’t have a choice. It was need, it was desire and yes, perhaps it really was destiny.
He nuzzled a wet kiss into the side of my neck and I sighed at that delicate touch. I filled one of my hands with soap and wrapped my slippery hand around his cock. He was not yet fully erect and I'm sure part of that was the literal cold shower we had on the trot back to the office.
I could feel his shaft swell as I slid up and down on his dick. He groaned a little and pressed his pelvis into my hands. My fingers didn't begin to touch as I curled first one hand and then the other around his penis. It was now fully at attention and poking into my belly. I had to look down to see my two hands, one at the very base of him and one just above it. There were still several inches of him and the big walnut shaped head left uncovered. The taut skin on it, shiny with the soap made it look, as they say, angry.
I had a collection of vibrators at home and the one I rarely ever used was the big one that always reminded me of an elephant trunk. I didn't use it because I just never could make myself believe any man would have one like that. Was I ever wrong.
Reggie was kind of leaning back against the wall and I felt him shudder as I cupped the furry sack beneath his cock in one hand and rolled his balls around gently. The sack undulated and tightened at my touch. His pubic hair was in soft wet waves and tickled my fingertips as I probed the sensitive place behind his balls.
He pulled my hands from between his legs as if to say he needed to slow down. He put them up around his neck and met my tongue with his succulent lips. His tongue explored mine while his hands wandered over my body. My nipples stood up in arousal as his fingers toured the contours of my breasts and he twirled each nipple in turn. I closed my eyes but my mind recalled the sight of his fingers on our business cards, rolling them suggestively in his graceful fingers.
He reached down between my legs and traced over my sex, teasing at the folds where the hot warm water of the shower met the hot liquid dripping out of me. He teased at my clit, running sweet circles around it and finally delivering the pressure that intensified my desire. I moaned against his shoulder and lightly bit his skin.
Every touch felt like the first time. Every movement and exploration he made seemed designed just for me. He made my pleasure his.
Reggie put his big hands under my thighs and lifted me onto his hips effortlessly. He propped me against the wall and let me feel his cockhead just below my entrance. My legs wrapped around his hips and my arms tightened up behind his neck. I lowered my body down onto his dick unrushed but urgent.
"Oh god, oh god ohgod." I mumbled incoherently as the man split me in two. Now, finally, I knew what I'd been missing. I was full of man. Full. Of. Man. He didn't push me at all but let me take him. I controlled the pace and my body…my beautiful cooperative body…just stretched around him as if this was how it was meant to be.
When I was finally completely impaled on his shaft we began to move against one another. I kept whispering in his ear how good he felt. How big, how perfect, how fucking hot he was. I said things I’d never said to a man. I begged him to fuck me. I thanked him for fucking me. My grateful clit was getting a fantastic work out as every time he was fully inside me, my little erection was driven onto the base of his dick. He had stretched me so far that it felt like two hands were pulling on my pussy, opening it as far and wide as it could go.
I was very close to orgasm and I urged him on with my sounds. My nails curled into the skin on his shoulders. He grabbed the cheeks of my ass and began to quicken the pace by picking me up and pushing me down onto his erection. The down stroke brought his head crashing against the mouth of my womb. I pushed hard with my clit against his bone, seeking release.
When it came, the intensity astounded me. Because he filled me so completely, it seemed that the contractions of my channel were so much stronger and the pulsing of my clit so much more explosive. I moved my arms under his armpits and leveraged against his shoulders to slam myself as hard as I could into him. I gave myself over to the sensation of being completely occupied by his searing flesh.
When he felt me coming, he exploded. "Ahhhh. Ungh. Oh fuck." He held me down on his dick and again I was amazed at how the tightness of our union made it so much easier to feel his contractions as he shot jet after jet inside me.
He held me up against him for quite a while after. Every aftershock I had registered on his body and he gently kissed me with each receding pulse. I felt enveloped by him,
taken by him, owned by him. Nothing in my experience had prepared me to feel this way. Sex had never transported me anywhere. Now, I felt I had reached a secret place of divine pleasure, or achieved some sacred knowledge. I never wanted his body to leave mine.
I had this melancholy feeling that once he slipped out of me, I’d never feel the same way again. When a small sad sigh escaped as he withdrew, he held me closer and sighed himself.
"Yes, we will," he said simply as if he knew my thoughts and shared them.
My big fluffy towels didn't quite reach around his shoulders when I dried him off. We took turns getting each other dry and then slipped into the warm bed. The sun was starting to sink behind the buildings and I curled against his chest. I studied the sparse pattern of hair that ran from between his prominent pecs down in a fine pale pencil line to his now sleeping giant of a cock. I looped a leg over his and enjoyed the contrast of his pale gold skin against my olive leg.
We dozed off for a few minutes and when we awoke it was dark. There was some light coming in from the outer office. Reggie had kicked off the covers because I think I had put the bed warmer on just a little hotter than necessary. He stirred a little and turned onto his side in front of me. I ran my finger down the length of his torso and he opened his eyes with a smile.
"Hungry?" I asked him.
I watched the grin spread over his face but he said nothing. He began to trail kisses down my body interspersed with very noisy licks and sucks on my breasts, at my navel and on my hip bones. He settled down between my legs, raising my knees so that my thighs brushed against his cheeks.
It seemed the most generous act in the world to me. The way he took me with his mouth had a worshipful quality I had never experienced. He lavished attention on my pussy as if it was a delicacy, a pastry perhaps of unparalleled sweetness. There was nothing hurried about his manner and it seemed to me that he truly enjoyed taking my lips into his, playing with my hard clit against his tongue.
I had never climaxed against a man's mouth and I was a little afraid to let loose. Once or twice I took his ears and tried to pull him up. To signal that it was okay…he could stop. But he didn't want to stop! He shook his head against my mons, his tongue only got more insistent against my clit.
