by Mia Ford
“I can’t tell you how long I’ve been waiting for this moment,” Brad whispered and kisses me gently on my lips.
“Well well, this is quite a gentle approach when I think about the way you grabbed me on the night of the virgin auction,” I say with just the hint of the smile around my mouth corners and look at Brad with a teasing expression on my face.
“I think it’s time we put that evening out of our minds… I want to get to know you and I propose we make a brand-new start,” he says and my heart starts beating wildly in my chest. I love the fact that Brad wants to forget the extravagant lust and madness of the first night when we took part in that gangbang and I’m one hundred percent in agreement with him.
“That sounds just about right to me,” I say and loosen with nimble fingers Brad lifts my blouse up over my head and then takes off my bra with one expert movement of his right hand.
“Looks like you’ve done this before,” I say with a naughty smile. Brad doesn’t say anything and bends down to kiss me in my neck. I love the feeling of his hot lips and when he sticks his tongue out to lick my earlobe I can feel myself losing control… I reach down and pull his shirt out of his jeans. Then I fumble with the rest of his buttons and when I finally lift his shirt over his head I see those familiar tattoos… the ones I couldn’t keep my eyes off of on the night of the virgin auction. I know he says that we should forget about that night, but now that I have him all to myself I can’t help but think how he stood out from the rest of the guys on that first night…
“Here, let me help you with this,” Brad says and pulls down my panties. He’s already removed my skirt and now I’m stark naked in front of him.
“That’s not fair, you still have your pants on!” I say with mock anger and quickly help him out of the rest of his clothes. His cock is standing at attention and I reached down with my right hand and started stroking it while he sucks on my left nipple. It’s as if there’s a fire burning between us and as we keep touching and exploring each other’s naked bodies the flames start burning higher and higher… Soon it will become a bonfire which will consume us both with its incredible sensual magnitude!
Brad slowly starts kissing me down my body and spends some time licking my bellybutton. It’s slightly ticklish and incredibly erotic at the same time. When he finally makes his way down to my engorged clit and licks it with the tip of his tongue I inhale sharply with the incredible sensation of it.
“Oh yes… Oh yes, lick me… lick me Brad!” I moan unashamedly. There is no one around for miles so we can really let go of ourselves. Brad starts licking my clit in fast, circular movements and I can already feel myself approaching the first climax. Then he sticks two fingers in my pussy at the same time and starts finger fucking me to heaven. It’s not long before my entire body starts aching with incredible pleasure and I feel myself slipping down that slippery slope of orgasmic delight…
“Oh! I’m coming… I’m coming!” I exclaim and Brad buries his tongue all the way inside the warm depths of my pulsing mound.
“Now it’s your turn,” I whisper and pushed him onto his back. I explore every inch of his muscular upper body and lick him on his beautifully chiseled abdominal muscles… down, all the way down towards his rock hard cock. I can feel his body shiver with anticipation as I run the tip of my tongue over his pulsing cockhead and when I finally take it into my mouth he inhales sharply with the incredible sensation of it. I start sucking him up and down his magnificent manhood and roll my tongue around his engorged member as I try to swallow every inch of him. I increase the speed of my movement and just when I feel that he’s about to shoot his load I stop. Then I climb on top of him and slip his cock into my wet pussy. I love the feeling of being in control and start rocking my hips to and fro in fast, rapid movements.
I look down at Brad and he’s looking straight back at me. We share an incredible moment of spiritual intimacy and then I can feel myself losing control again. I start fucking him with reckless abandon and throw my body against his body with such force that we literally slide around on the soft grass. I can feel myself getting close to another climax and, this time, Brad is going there with me. He arches his body at the last moment and then we both erupt at the same time. He throws back his head and I feel him pumping several jets of hot, warm sperm into my body at the same time as I feel my pussy contracting with an incredible orgasm.
“Aah!” I exclaim and loved the way Brad moans with delight at the same time.
When the waves of pleasure finally subside I fall down on top of him and he holds me for the longest time… we lay there underneath the azure skies and I feel like we’ve escaped to heaven.
“Thank you so much for bringing me over here,” I say and kiss him on his lips. He’s still inside me and I can feel his cock stirring again… getting hard once more.
“The pleasure is all mine,” he says with a smile and then pushes me onto my back. He manages to keep his cock inside my pussy and lifts my legs up to open my entire body and naked soul in front of him. Then he starts fucking me and I can’t believe how quickly he’s recovered from our first bout of passion. His cock is rock hard again and I love the way he devours my entire body with his hungry passion like a medieval feast. I lose track of time as we keep fucking each other senseless and when we finally fall down on our backs exhausted, an hour later I know that I’ve never experienced anything like this in my entire life.
“I never thought pleasure like that existed on this planet,” I say, and mean every word of it.
“It almost feels as if this kind of sexual pleasure should be illegal,” Brad quips and we both burst out laughing at his joke. We spend some more time lying there on the grass and when it starts getting dark we get dressed and walk back to where the Harley is waiting. We put on our helmets and start riding home.
As we drive back I get the feeling that my life is never going to be exactly the same again… I’m not entirely certain yet what the future will hold for Brad and me, but I know that we are now some kind of item and the thought of it fills me with anticipation and sheer delight.
Chapter 12: Brad
I suddenly feel as if I’ve come alive for the very first time in my life. The relationship between Jenny and myself develop very quickly and we get very close. Jenny tells me that she feels as if she’s finally met someone who can live up to some of the things she loved about her own father, although she still feels apprehensive about the fact that I remain slightly secretive about my personal life. But I don’t want her to find out yet just how rich I really am, as I think this will be a distraction to the natural development of a normal relationship between the two of us. Having had such an unusual way of meeting, I want to make sure that we spend some time really getting to know each other before I let her in on my entire background.
Jenny repeatedly tries to find out exactly what I do for a living and where I live, but I never give her a straight answer and we always end up making love at her apartment. I know the day will come when I will finally take her over to my place, but for now everything seems to be working out this way and we have developed a nice rhythm in our relationship. Jenny goes to work in the mornings and I spend some time at home, taking care of some business, and then go to pick her up on my Harley at the end of the working day. We invariably go to some restaurants in the evenings where she spends some time writing reviews on their food and then we go back to her apartment to have incredible sex all night long. The next day we repeat the whole thing again and I soon feel as if I’ve never been so happy in my whole life.
One night we have a long discussion about the fact that we met under such unusual circumstances, but I assure her that it is all in the past and that we can carry on with our relationship without ever discussing the night at the mansion again. During one of our more serious discussions on the king size bed in her apartment Jenny asks me if I think I will ever feel the need to sleep with other women again. I assure her that she is the woman for me and that I will always remain fa
ithful to her.
“And what if a really sexy woman asks you to take her for a ride on your Harley?” she asks with a very serious expression on her face as we lay in each other’s arms naked. We’ve just had the most incredible and mind-blowing sex and I’m breathing heavily to get my wind back.
“Then I’ll just tell that incredibly sexy woman to find someone else to drive her around,” I say with conviction and kiss Jenny on her luscious lips.
“That is the correct answer and you win another round of hot sex,” Jenny says and climbs on top of me once more. She starts riding me with the skill of a cowgirl riding home on a wild horse and I hang onto her bed railings as we fuck with insane abandon. There is something wild and exquisite about the way in which she throws her head back just before reaching an incredible climax and I feel myself also losing control… She climbs off from on top of me and start sucking me with fast movements of her head and tongue. I finally explode inside her mouth with such force that she has to swallow very quickly. She sucks every last drop of cum out of me and my entire body shakes all over with the incredible pleasure of it.
“I know I say this every time after we finish fucking, but that was definitely the best sex I’ve ever had in my life,” I say with real conviction.
“I love it when you say that… I just wonder some worry sometimes that you’re only using me for my section of my incredible intellect,” Jenny jokes and I pull her into my arms and hold her close before whispering in her ear.
“You can really stop worrying about that… I love every second of being with you and, even though the sex is incredible, I also love just talking to you about little things,” I say, and really mean it.
I love the way Jenny and I have developed an intimacy which goes beyond the four walls of her bedroom and I am incredibly proud of the way in which she is making such a wonderful success of her magazine. We often go out to coffee shops and sit there talking about all the plans she has for the future of her magazine. The fact that she got the money to start the magazine from the virgin auction has now been long forgotten and we both keep our promise never to discuss that specific evening again. It’s not that we feel ashamed of the way we met… it’s more a question of having dealt with that part of our past and sticking to our agreement to leave it where it belongs, as a part of ancient history between the two of us.
One day we are sitting in a restaurant and Jenny is making notes about the food and service when I finally feel like the time has come for me to open up to her about the fact that I inherited a huge amount of money from my dad. But just before I can start telling her, the waiter shows up and she launches into a long discussion with him about one of the delicious meat dishes they serve.
The moment passes and I never get to take Jenny into my confidence that evening. I figure that there will be many more opportunities to tell her about my life and the fact that she seems to be happy enough with the way things are make me feel like there is no urgency. We spend a wonderful evening at the restaurant and we are treated like royalty. By now, everyone knows who Jenny is and whenever we show up at a new place they go out of their way to make sure she writes a good review. This night is no different and, apart from the fact that the manager shows up to tell us that he will take care of the bill, the waiter also makes sure that we never have to wait for anything about orders.
“I used to think that I command a lot of respect from waiters in places like these, but there’s just nothing that compares to the treatment I get when I’m around you,” I say after the waiter appears for the umpteenth time to make sure that there is nothing else we need.
“I know what you mean,” Jenny says with a smile, “if I’d known that the secret to getting service in a Los Angeles restaurant was simply to open up your own magazine, I would’ve done it a long time ago!”
After another splendid meal at another wonderful LA restaurant, we go home to Jenny’s apartment and the rest of the evening takes a very familiar direction. We rip off each other’s clothes as soon as we shut the door behind us and have sex three times before the levels of lust between us subside sufficiently for us to have a conversation.
“Won’t you play me some songs on your guitar?” Jenny asks and I gladly oblige. There’s nothing I enjoy more than playing her some music on my acoustic, guitar which I now permanently keep at her apartment. One of the things I now do regularly during the day while Jenny’s at work, is to go for more guitar lessons and to practice some new songs on my guitar all the time. I’ve developed quite a natural ability to master the chords and melodies and Jenny keeps telling me that I could easily become a professional musician if I wanted. I’m not sure whether she’s just saying this to flatter me, but I do really enjoy the feeling of being able to express my emotions through the medium of music. It’s almost as if I’ve been looking for this new, musical language all of my life and Jenny is the one who’s really helping me develop it.
“You’re once, twice, three times a lady… and I love you,” I sing and when I look over at Jenny I can see that she has tears in her eyes.
“Do you really mean those words?” she asks when I finally finish the song.
“Yes I do mean it… in fact, I’ve never meant anything as much as I mean those words right now in this moment,” I say and put down the guitar. I walk over to where Jenny’s lying on the bed and take her into my arms. We kiss for the longest time and the intimacy of the moment is almost sacred.
“Jenny, I really feel as if you’ve changed my life in a way that I could never have imagined possible… it’s as if you’ve opened up parts of my heart which I’ve kept hidden away from the rest of the world.” I say.
“Oh Brad, if only you knew how you have changed me in the time that we’ve been together,” she says with a very serious expression on her pretty face, “you are the very first man who’s ever been able to live up to my expectations and I just know my dad would have been very proud to have seen us together,” she says and I can see tears in her eyes again. I realize the gravity of what she has just said to me and kiss her one more time.
I know just how important it is to Jenny that she should be with someone whom her dad would have approved of and I feel incredibly honored that she considers me to be worthy of being that person. From everything she’s told me about her father I have gathered that he was a truly remarkable man and, even though I’ve never said this to Jenny in so many words, I find myself aspiring to be the kind of man her father used to be. I used to look up to my old man a lot when he was still alive, but there’s an additional dimension of character which Jenny’s father seemed to have had which now serves as an additional inspiration to me. It’s almost as if I want to combine all the great qualities of my own father with the qualities of Jenny’s father. If I can manage to cultivate the sum total of all those qualities in my own personality I know that I will become the kind of man who can make Jenny proud and happy for the rest of our lives. Through all of the time I’ve spent with Jenny, I sense that my entire outlook on life has changed… from being a rather irresponsible young man who didn’t find anyone or anything around him all that interesting or compelling any longer, I’ve become a thoughtful person who is not afraid to explore his own emotions and the possibility of a serious relationship with a beautiful woman like Jenny.
“You’ve been asking me about the rest of my life and I think the time has come for me to take you into my confidence,” I say and her entire face then lightens up.
“Really? Do you really mean that? I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to… but I would really love to know a little bit more about you,” she says excitedly.
“Yes, I have decided that the time has come for you to know more about my life and tomorrow, after work, I will pick you up and take you over to my place and show you everything,” I say. Jenny looks at me with an incredibly happy expression in her emerald green eyes and flings her arms around my neck.
“That’s the most incredible gift you could ever give me… your tru
st,” Jenny says and I can feel a stirring in my loins. It’s not long before our hungry hands start exploring each other’s naked bodies again and I realize that this is going to be another very long night of boundless love and passion…
Chapter 13: Jenny
I’m sitting at my desk and I’m trying to finalize all the articles for the next publication. I feel really satisfied with what we’ve put together and Stacy has done sterling work with her promotions and advertising. Not only have we added another four hundred paid subscribers, but Stacy has also hooked some really big names in the form of large companies that are now advertising in my magazine.
It finally gets to the point where I’m reasonably happy with the layout of the new magazine, so I walk over to Stacy’s office and ask her if she doesn’t feel like taking a tea break.
“Now you’re talking,” Stacy says excitedly, “I’ve been working my ass off all morning and I forgotten what tea tastes like.”
We walk over to the kitchen area and make a large pot of steaming tea. I take some honey out of the cupboard to put in mine. I definitely need a little bit of a sugar rush to replenish my energy and put three teaspoons full of honey in my cup. Then we walk over to the board room and sit down to have a satisfying break.
