So what type of woman would be willing to take that cross-country trip with him? It would have to be a woman who yearned for adventure. A woman tired of her life, frustrated, maybe even depressed. He would lift her from those doldrums. They would both renew each other spirits.
But maybe he was getting ahead of himself, filling his head with unrealistic fantasies. Women weren't really into those things, were they? Didn’t they all just want to settle down, especially ones who were attracted to his fame and money? It seemed to him like that was all most of them wanted: celebrity status, a life of luxury and comfort.
He needed to find someone who wanted a deeper relationship: A best friend, lover relationship; a two-partners in crime relationship. Where would he find such a woman? He had no idea.
He felt a heaviness in his spirit and emptiness in his stomach. This wasn't the way his life was supposed to turn out. He was tall, handsome, blonde, green eyed, NFL quarterback. The world was supposed to lay down at his feet. Everything he wanted was supposed to be his. He clenched his fists and grit his teeth. Sexual energy roiled inside of him.
Once he had apologized to the wedding planner, would be able to get that out of his mind. And then he would hit the town—bars, clubs, lounges. And if none of that satisfied him, he would hire an escort, stay in a Manhattan hotel for a few days, rolling around in the bed sheets, drinking champagne, ordering room service. Anything to distract him and lighten his spirit.
Chapter 8
Julie checked her watch, then stirred her mocha coffee. The sidewalks were crowding with people getting off of work and rushing home. Where was he? He was one who had called her. This hot, soon-to-be superstar quarterback, who was ten minutes late, had wanted to meet, in order to apologize for ruining the best opportunity of her career.
Julie had been looking forward to talking with him, staring into those gorgeous green eyes, thinking about all the naughty things they could do together. But he hadn't even had the decency to show up. Yet another disappointment in her life! She couldn't remember experiencing a worse week. It was supposed to be her fifth anniversary with her boyfriend. And she was supposed to make a huge commission on this much-anticipated the celebrity wedding. But within 48 hours, everything had fallen apart. Everything she had worked and dreamed about—career success, love, family. It all seemed within her grasp, just inches away. She would have it all. She would be a career woman but she would also have a husband and eventually children. And then maybe she would move out to the suburbs and lead a traditional and conventional life. That's all she wanted. Or at least that's what she had told herself. But maybe she wasn't being honest. Maybe deep down she hungered for a different kind of life, a life of adventure and travel. But who was she going to do that with? Now that Jeffrey was out of her life, she was alone. The thought of going back on the dating scene made her curse with disgust. Those awkward first encounters. First dates. Always the same stupid questions, the same stupid stories. Did she really want to go through that again? It had been more than five years since she had gone on a date with a man besides Jeffrey. She had very little desire to return to the lion’s den of the New York City dating scene.
She felt a hand on her shoulder. Her body grew rigid, she looked up.
“Sorry, I'm late. Go stuck in traffic.” Trent brushed a tangle of blonde hair out of his face and sat down. I'm really sorry it's just running around traffic was crazy.
Julie stared at the blonde haired hunk in silence. He'd come out of nowhere. His touch had sent electric shocks through her body, which were still reverberating, moving down through her, dampening her panties, making her flesh tingle. Her eyes fixed on his. She blinked several times, then swallowed hard.
“No worries,” she said, lowering her head and shaking it from side to side.
“What a time to be in NYC,” he said. Have you lived here for a long time?
“The last five years.”
“Interesting. Where are you from originally?”
“Denver.”
“Awesome. I love riding on I-287 up through the mountains. Why did you come to New York?”
Julie's eyes drifted away from Trent and off into the distance. Why had she come to New York? Why did anyone come across the country or across the ocean to New York?
“Same reason as everybody else. Sex and the city. Fun, glamorous life. Love, family.”
“You came to New York to find love and family?” Trent asked skeptically.
Julie narrowed her eyes and stared at him.
He put his hands up. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. It was just a question.”
Julie waved her hand in front of her face. She couldn't bear to hear any more. It wasn't his fault. She'd already forgiven him.
“It's okay. she said I just suck at my job.”
Trent reached out and put his hand on top of hers. Their eyes locked.
“No, you don’t. I think you did a really good job. It was a bad match from the start.”
Julie's eyes popped open. “A bad match? What do you mean? She seemed like she was really into you.”
Trent snickered, played with his hair, and turned away from her. “Yes, she was really into me. Into my money and my celebrity status. That's about it.”
“That's more than a lot of guys can say.” Julie wasn’t sure where that had come from. But she hadn’t been able to contain herself.
“Well, let’s just say that I set my standards a lot higher than most guys.
Not to be arrogant or anything.”
Julie smiled. Her eyes flickered with desire. “That definitely sounds a little bit arrogant.”
There was a moment of silence.
Then they both started laughing. They spent the next 20 minutes laughing and talking. Julie had never had much interest in athletes or football, but she loved his wild and adventurous spirit. It made her fantasize about the open road, the wind blowing through her hair, adrenaline coursing through her body, her arms wrapped around his torso.
Trent licked his full, kissable lips, and smiled slyly. “Have you ever been on a bike before?”
“A bike? What do you mean?”
Chapter 9
“Just hold on tight. Okay?” Trent said.
Julie nodded up and down. Trent stared at her with a cocky confident grin. She had never ridden before. He was going to give her an experience that she would never forget.
Trent pulled onto the West Side Highway and started flying, blowing past cars, weaving in between them. He felt so free. He loved the feel of the wind on the skin. He loved the feel of Julie’s arms wrapped tightly around him. This was something he had never experienced with Pamela. Sharing the open road with a woman, even though he hardly knew, was even more exhilarating than he had anticipated.
This is what he had been missing. They rode for about an hour and exited the highway in near Greenwich Village.
“I hope I didn't go too fast.”
Her face flushed. She blinked several times. They stared at each other in silence for a few moments. She came forward with her arms wide open and hugged him. He smiled, not quite sure what to do. But then he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight to him. A strange energy passed from her body to his. It was unlike anything he'd experienced. He immediately felt a strong connection with her. It didn't quite make sense to him. But it felt so real.
After they broke the embrace, they stared at each other a bit longer. She reached up, grabbed his face, and kissed him on the lips.
“Damn, you're fast. And bold.”
She raised an eyebrow. “So are you.”
Something deep within his soul told him that there was much more to this young woman than he had ever imagined. On the surface, she seemed plain, boring and conservative. Attractive, yes. But bland. But now he suspected that deep down within her, she yearned for adventure, yearned for the open road. That was a life he could give her.
“You ever thought about taking a cross-country trip?” he asked.
“Well, a
ctually yes. Do you happen to know anybody who's looking for a travel companion?”
“I think I might,” Trent said playfully.
Julie took a step towards him, let her hands slide down his chest, and settle over his crotch. She squeezed the hard bulge. Trent closed his eyes and sighed. He could only admire that sort of boldness in a woman.
He leaned his head down. Their lips touched her softly. Once. Twice. Three times. And then their lips locked, their tongues twisted and twirled, darted and sloshed.
He kissed her neck. Nibbled on her ear.
He whispered, “What do you think about spending the weekend together in a five-star hotel, just the two of us?”
“And then what?
“And then we head across the country. Just you and I. Bonnie and Clyde. Wild and free.”
They spent a few more minutes kissing on the sidewalk. Then they got back on the bike. Julie wrapped her arms around his torso and let her head fall onto his back.
Chapter 10
Once in the hotel room, it was only moments before they started tearing at each other's clothes, scratching and clawing, kissing hungrily. Julie could feel her panties soaking wet. It had been so long since she'd been ravished by a man, truly dominated, pleased and pleasured. Oh my God! His hands were so strong, his arms so ripped and hard. He pulled off his shirt, revealing a tattooed, beautifully defined physique. Her eyes fixed on the bulge in his pants. She wanted that cock, wanted it in her hands and in her mouth. She quickly dropped to her knees and began undoing the belt buckle.
Trent leaned his head back and moaned. She reached into his boxers and pulled out a thick, beautiful circumcised, semi-hard cock. She marveled at it.
“Oh my God! That's such a beautiful cock. It's huge.”
Trent smiled. “Don't worry baby. I'll be gentle.”
“No, I don't want you to be gentle. I want you to fuck me really hard.”
Trent’s eyes opened wide. He smiled and shook his head.
Julie gripped the huge balls in one hand and with the other, she worked his cock up and down, from the base to the head. She stuck her tongue into the piss slit and tasted the honey nectar pre-cum.
He was breathing heavy, moaning with his eyes closed. She smiled as she looked up at him. She loved knowing that she could please him, tame that beast, skillfully milk that cock. Her eyes opened wide with desire. Her pupils dilated.
She licked up and down the shaft, swirled her tongue around the huge head.
She reached between her legs and began stroking her wet labia. She brought the juice slicked fingers to her lips, then slipped them into her mouth. She loved the taste of herself. She rubbed the wet fingers around the rim of Trent's ass hole.
“Yes,” he said. “Fuck. That feels good.”
She loved pleasing him, making him moan and groan. She knew that her generosity would be reciprocated many times over. She couldn’t wait for him to fuck her silly, push her over the edge, make her cum harder than she'd ever thought possible. She wanted his seed deep inside of her. She wanted to feel his cock stretching her walls, pumping deeper into her than any man ever had, filling her completely. Never in her life had she held such a beautiful cock. Veins snaked up and down. It was so fucking hard! She was sure that he would shoot a huge load into her.
She got off her knees and stood up. She put her hands on his pecs and squeeze, then let her hands dance down his six pack. “Oh my God,” she said, “I want you inside me.”
He reached down, grabbed her head, and began kissing her on the mouth. He gripped her ass and lifted her in the air. She wrapped her her legs around his torso and0 her arms around his neck. She loved the feel of those strong hands, quarterback, football gripping hands, tightly palming her ass.
She felt his cock going in and out of her. She threw her head back and moaned.
She had never imagined taking something so hard and big inside of her. But it felt so good. There was no need for lube. She was dripping wet.
He pressed her up against the wall and began pounding her thrusting his hips back and forth. They were both sweating and panting and scratching and clawing. Julie could feel her juices dripping down her thighs, an orgasm quickly taking hold of her. Within moments she began losing control of her body, writhing, twisting. Trent gripped her even tighter and thrust even harder.
He let out a loud groan as he shot his seed deep into her. His thrusting hips gradually slowed down until he soon came to a complete stop. Still pressed up against the wall, she kept her arms around his neck and her head on his shoulder.
No man had ever made love to her like that. She'd never completely lost control of her body during an orgasm.
Trent carried her to the hotel bed and gently laid her down. He began kissing the insides of her thighs. She was going to come again and again and again. His tongue moved up and down her labia, across and diagonally. He flicked against her clit head, once, twice, then he put his hands under her ass, pressed his face into her dripping cunt and began sucking. Within seconds she lost control of herself again, spasming wildly. A fountain of fluids shot of her and into the air.
More and more fluid came out of her soaking both of them and the bed.
“Holy shit! You’re a squirter. That’s awesome!
Julie spasmed on the bed several times, rolling over on her stomach, then onto her back. She could feel the wet, puddle of desire underneath. She had never done anything like that. She had never even imagined that she could squirt.
When she had finally gained control of herself, she extended her arms to Trent. Tears of joy rolled down her cheeks. She rested her head on his chest. Her body heaved up and down. She had never imagined that an orgasm could be so powerful, so deeply moving, that it could bring her to tears. He held and comforted her. This was the man she needed. This was the man who would give her the life that she dreamed of.
After three days of frolicking and cavorting, licking and sucking, cumming and squirting, kissing and slurping, they hit the open road on Trent's bike. American style. Wild and free.
THE END
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