I am me and only me
Yet so much more than most will see
Ask, and I will share with thee
But please don’t take advantage.
Sitting alone at the corner booth in a roadside diner, tears streaming silently down my face. You see me from your seat at the counter and ask the waitress, a good friend of yours, if she knows who I am and why I’m crying. She says, “I’ve never seen her before. Sorry.” You ask her to take an order of the fresh apple cobbler a la mode over. As she approaches the table, I look up and say I didn’t order that. She gestures in your direction and says, “The man in the red plaid shirt was hoping it would make you smile.” Embarrassed, I nod for her to put it on the table and wipe the tears off my face. As she walks away, she looks at you and gives you a look with a slight nod to indicate you should go talk to me.
I’m looking down at the ice cream as it melts onto the hot cobbler, watching it pool on top and cover the bits of apples and crumbles. I see your feet out of the corner of my eye and look up to thank you for the kind gesture. You ask, “May I sit down?” Softly, my voice cracking, I say yes. I really don’t want the company, but you were so kind that I feel I should at least try to be cordial. “I saw you over here all by yourself and you seemed so sad. Is there anything I can do to help you,” you ask. “No, but thank you,” I respond. You try to make some small talk about what a lovely day it is and how a pretty girl like me should be out enjoying myself. I give an incredulous laugh. I know how I look. My eyes are all red and swollen from crying. Hair is probably a mess from the wind as I was walking the 3 miles from where my car broke down. I couldn’t even afford to call for a tow, so I just left it there. I look up, straight into your eyes, and tell you what my life has been for the past year. I tell you about my marriage ending, how I found someone new and then he left me, lost my main job, my health scare, and on and on and on. Then I say that the final straw was my car breaking down in the middle of nowhere and I had to abandon it. One loss after another after another after another. I can’t control it anymore and burst into tears, hiding my face from you. At a loss for what to do, you turn to look at your friend and she makes an angry face, gesturing for you to take my hand. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry again. Look, I’m no mechanic, but I know a little about cars. Do you want me to drive you back and take a look,” you ask. I’m trying to cover my entire face with one hand, tears pouring off my cheeks like a small waterfall. I don’t reply, so you ask again. Thinking to myself, what have I got to lose? If he’s an axe murderer, at least it will be over. I nod yes.
You snap your fingers at your friend to quickly bring some napkins to dry my face, then help me from the booth. “I’ll pay you tomorrow for mine and hers. Just write it down,” you tell her. She agrees and tries to assure me that I’ll be safe with you. There was something else, but I didn’t hear her. We get into your pickup truck and I tell you my car is to the left. “I’m so sorry for putting you out,” I say. You explain that you’re done for the day anyway and really had no plans so it’s fine. “Wow, how far did you walk,” you ask as we keep driving down the road. We eventually reach my car and you ask me to pop the hood. “Oh, that’s an easy one to fix. You just need a new hose. Let me call this guy I know and we’ll get you back in business in a jiffy,” you exclaim. You make your call and then sit in the car next to me, telling me that things will turn around. I just need to hold on a little longer because they always do. I shake my head side to side and rub my eyes. They sting from all the tears. You reach up and run your fingers through my hair, my head tilting on its own into your touch. Your hand slides under my chin. You turn my face to look at you. As I look up into your eyes, you say, “They will. I promise.”
A car pulls up behind us. You tell me it won’t take long and to just relax in the car while you work. You get out and walk over to your friend. I can’t hear what you’re saying, but you occasionally point over in my direction. The two of you come over to the car and work together to replace the broken hose, and then tell me to try the ignition. It doesn’t start the first time, so I try again and it does on the second attempt. I get out and thank you both, apologizing that I don’t have any way of paying you for your time or the hose. Your friend tells me not to worry about it; that you’ve already taken care of it. He says, “Have a good one, ma’am,” as he tips his hat and nods before getting back into his car to drive away. I go to thank you, but realize that I don’t even know your name. Now I’m REALLY embarrassed. “Oh my goodness. You’ve been so nice to me and…I’m so sorry…I’ve forgotten my manners entirely and haven’t even introduced myself. My name is Jennifer.” I hold my hand out to shake yours, hoping you’ll tell me your name. You take my hand, turn it palm facing down, and kiss it. You smile up at me and say, “Hello, Jennifer. I’m James. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m glad I could get you to finally smile.” Smile? Well look at that. I didn’t even notice I was doing it, but there it is. “You have a beautiful smile. You should do it all the time,” you continue. My cheeks turn bright red and I find myself quietly giggling as I look down and sweep my hair out of my face. There is just something about you; a gentle kindness in your eyes, maybe. “Look,” you say, “I really don’t have any plans for tonight. Do you want to go out for a drink or something?” I don’t know what possesses me…I’m really not in a “social” mood…but I say yes. “Follow me. I know this little place that I think you’ll like,” you tell me.
We each get into our vehicles and the whole time I follow you, I’m asking myself, “What am I thinking? I don’t even know him and now I’m blindly following him to God knows where. This is crazy. I should turn around and run. He’s probably like all the rest. Why am I still following him?” You pull into this little place that looks like a straw hut, fake palm trees, and a strange Hawaiian looking name. You park and walk over to my car as I’m getting out, offering me your arm. Against my better judgement…that’s a joke, isn’t it? Clearly my judgement isn’t that good to start with. Look at the “winners” I’ve been with over the years. Against my better judgement, I take your arm and we go in. The first thing I see are these huge, gorgeous flowers; all different kinds and colors. They look and smell so pretty. Hawaiian music is playing softly in the background. The lights are dim, but there are tiki torches and strings of lights.
We take a table off in the corner where it’s a little quieter, away from the crowd at the bar. You order for both of us, getting me some fruity tropical drink I haven’t heard of before. The waitress brings the drinks as we talk about your job. “Wow! This is strong,” I say, “but really good.” We talk for hours. I’ve had a couple of drinks now and am quite relaxed to say the least. You’ve got me laughing with your corny jokes. They’ve started doing karaoke. We sit there and laugh about some of the horrible, horrible singers (if you can call them that). You smile and take my hand as you stand, coaxing me out of my chair and up onto the stage. Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m doing this. I haven’t been on a stage since high school! You whisper something to the DJ and “Islands in the Stream” starts playing. I look at you and start laughing, but sing along. At least the crowd seems to like us…or maybe they just like you. You have a really nice voice.
You take my hand when we’re done and lead me off the stage back to our table. I NEVER would have gotten up there had you not gotten me a couple of drinks first, but I’m glad you did. It was a lot of fun. :) You signal the waitress to come over and order some food and ice water with a wedge of lime. I clearly need something more than those fruity cocktails before I leave. “The food here is delicious,” I exclaim. You smile. God you’ve got a beautiful smile. Your eyes light up every time. I can’t believe I’ve spent all evening here with you, or that I’m smiling, but yours is so infectious that I can’t help myself.
After we finish eating, you suggest we go for a walk outside to get some fresh air. Why not? The rest of the evening has gone well and I’ve really enjoyed your company. You pay the bill and we head outside. We’ve been there for so long that the moon is out. It’s a starry night. There’s a cool breeze and the sound of crickets coming from all directions. There’s a path behind the bar that leads down to a small stream. We walk alongside it for awhile until we reach a small foot bridge. We stand on it watching how the moonlight dances on the ripples in the water as it flows past us. My hands are resting on the railing and you take my right hand in yours. I look down at our hands, then up into your smiling eyes. “Thank you so much for tonight,” I say softly. “I didn’t think there were any truly kind men left in this world.”
I look down at your lips, then back into your eyes. You lean down slightly as I reach up. Our lips meet. Your kiss is so tender, so warm. We embrace as we continue, our tongues mingling in the moonlight as the water trickles beneath us and the crickets continue their serenade. It is so…perfect. My knees are so weak and I feel my heart racing. I haven’t felt this good in so long, and it’s all because of you. We leave the bridge and head back up the path along the creek, back through the trees to the parking lot. You walk me to my car and ask me for my phone. It’s kind of an odd request, but I pull it out and hand it to you. You smile and punch your phone number in, telling me to call you when I get home so you know I arrive safely. The affects of the alcohol have worn off, but you just want to be sure. I smile and look into your eyes, nod yes, and kiss you goodnight. I don’t want this night to end, but I don’t want to take a chance of ruining it, either. I thank you again for the wonderful evening and all of the help you gave me, get into my car, and watch you watching me as I drive off.
I think about the events of the day for my entire trip home. I’m so distracted, deep in thought. It’s just a good thing there are no other cars on the road. I arrive home safely, go inside, put my things down and get ready for bed before I call you. I slide under the covers and dial your number. “Hello, Jennifer. Did you make it home ok?” How did he know it was me? I laugh at myself. It’s 4am. Who else would be calling him? J “Yes, darling. I did.” We say our goodnights and I drift off to sleep dreaming about you and our perfect evening.
I wake up feeling uncharacteristically happy, probably because I was dreaming of you. I don’t want to get up and start my day. I would much rather lay here all day with my eyes closed, imagining myself in your embrace, your lips pressed against mine. Unfortunately, the bill collectors want actual money so I guess I’d better get moving. I slowly pull the covers off and get up, dragging myself to the kitchen to pour some of yesterday’s coffee and some milk into a cup to heat in the microwave. I flip on the radio, switching from station to station to find something good to listen to when I come across this song we heard last night during the karaoke sing-off. I start laughing as I remember what you said about the absolutely awful person who tried to sing it. He really was bad. LOL I sit there sipping my coffee, smiling. Everything in my life is falling down around me, but here I sit with this ridiculous smile on my face.
I finish my coffee and walk towards the bathroom to take a shower. I catch a glimpse of the clock on my way past. Oh good lord! Is that the time? Better just do a quick freshening up and get dressed. I can’t afford to lose this job, too. I quickly wash up, throw some clothes on, and hop around the room trying to put my shoes on as I gather my keys and phone. There’s a message? I didn’t even hear it ring. The music must have been too loud. I’ll have to listen to it on the train. No time now. I pick up my coat and purse and race down the block to catch my train before it leaves.
I run through the turnstile, swiping my card, and race through the doors just as they start to close and hit me on the arm, knocking my phone out of my hand onto the floor where it explodes. It’s so crowded, but a couple of nice people help me collect all of the pieces. One thing is for sure. I won’t be listening to my message on this noisy train, especially with that baby screaming. I hope it’s ok. Stupid phone isn’t telling me who called, either. I guess the mystery will have to wait. I just hope it’s not my boss.
A crisis at work makes me completely forget about the mystery message. I don’t have time to deal with whoever it is anyway. Probably nothing urgent since my boss didn’t say anything and no one has called back. Hours pass. End of the work day has come and gone, but I’m still trying to figure this mess out. My head is spinning. I would throw this entire stack of papers at my boss and tell her off if I didn’t need the money so badly. All I want is to do is go home and cry.
A few more hours pass and there’s nothing else I can do. I need to talk to someone at corporate and they all left hours ago. I pack my things and head outside only to realize the sun is down, it’s starting to rain lightly, and the last train has already left the station. I’ll have to walk the five blocks to the bus stop. Can this day get any…I’d better not finish that question. I manage to catch the bus and get home. Completely drenched and freezing, I strip out of my wet clothes and throw them in a bucket, then start a nice hot bath. As the water fills, I walk through (completely naked) into the kitchen to pour a glass of wine and take it to sip while I soak the day away. I put my phone on the floor next to the bath just in case. Doesn’t it seem like the phone always starts ringing as soon as you get into the bath and have left it in the other room? Mmmmm….. The water is warm as I slide my body down into it. It feels so luxurious with this lavender bath oil. I pick my phone up to put my music on and remember the morning message. I take a sip of wine and dial my voicemail. Imagine my surprise when I hear your voice! “Hello, Jennifer. It’s James. Call me when you get this. I want to ask you something.” Hmmm… I think if I stay still and not splash, he wouldn’t guess I’m in the bath. I wonder what he wants?
Taking another slightly larger sip of wine, I dial your number. “Hello?” A smile shoots onto my face at the dulcet tone of your voice. “Hello, James. It’s Jennifer. I’m so sorry I didn’t call earlier. I just got your message.” You tell me it’s ok. You just wanted to know if I had any plans for this weekend. There’s something you’d like to take me to, but you won’t tell me what it is. It’s a surprise. “I’m free all weekend,” I say. And now I quickly go to cover my face, realizing I sound like I’m desperate with no life, completely forgetting I’m in the bath. The water splashes loudly. SHIT!! You start laughing. “What are you doing,” you ask. “I don’t know why, but you keep finding me at my most embarrassing moments. I’m in the bath,” I reply sheepishly as I nervously laugh. I cannot believe I just did that. I can only imagine what you’re thinking or, worse, imagining! “It’s ok,” you tell me, “I’ll let you enjoy your bath. I’ll pick you up Friday night at 7pm if that’s ok? You can text me your address.” I agree to the time and we say our goodbyes. I hang up and quickly drink the rest of my wine, then slide down into the bath far enough to submerge my head just under the surface of the water, shaking my head from side to side in disbelief. I come back up for air, finish my bath, and get out. I text you my address as I’m drying off, put my wine glass in the kitchen sink, and go crawl into bed; towel on my pillow for my wet hair. Forget dinner. I’m too tired. Drifting off to sleep….
The days between that phone call and our surprise date passed so slowly. It helped having you text me from time to time to give me little hints about what was in store for me. I’m guessing it’s somewhere outdoors since you said to wear gym shoes or flats and a light jacket. I can’t wait. The suspense is killing me! J No one has ever surprised me like this before. Yes, I’ve had surprises, but they were usually traumatic. A pink gorilla for my 16th birthday? Really? Wasn’t it bad enough that I only had 2 friends come over that my parents thought THAT would be a good idea? But this…this is so exciting! I keep finding myself smiling when I think about you and this date. I haven’t smiled in so long.
I woke up this morning and stretched as the sun shined down on me. I could hear the faint sounds of cars on the street through my bedroom window and felt a chilly breeze coming in. I reached up to close it and it dawned on me that TODAY is FRIDAY! I leapt from the bed, forgetting all about having to go to work, and ran around trying on everything I had in my closet to find just the right outfit…not that I really knew what the right outfit was, mind you, so this was quite the decision. If it weren’t for the alarm on my phone, I never would have remembered to go to work. Thankfully the skirt and top I finally decided on were work appropriate. I couldn’t concentrate on my job at all. I was just so charged with excitement that I could have powered the entire place if they had hooked me up to the grid. (giggling) Come on, clock! Hurry up! Why are you moving so slowly???
Lunchtime came and went. As grateful as I am to my boss for adding extra hours on for me because he felt bad about my financial situation from losing the other job, it is so hard to be here right now and all I can think about is going home to finish my hair and make-up and wait for you. I feel like a child on Christmas Eve. I don’t even care that my coworkers are looking at me bouncing all around, staring at the clock, teasing me about my “hot date.” I barely hear them.
YES!!!! FINALLY 5:00PM!!! I race out of the building like a crazy woman and run to the train, getting there so fast that I manage to catch the earlier one. My heart is racing from the run and the anticipation! The ride seems so long, but my mind is racing as fast as my heart. Which color lipstick? Hair up or down? Curly or straight? Should I wear jewelry? That little gold heart necklace maybe? Hurry up train! Thank God! My stop is finally here. I try to calmly get out through the crowd and get to the platform, then race home as fast as I can without breaking a sweat.
I dump my make-up back over onto my bed and quickly pick out some shades that will go with my clothes, and do the same with my jewelry case. I put both on quickly, then decide to keep my hair down, but curl it and wear my headband. Looking in the mirror at the finished product, I smile. I think you’ll like it. I HOPE you’ll like it. 6:45pm! Just enough time to throw all of this stuff back into the make-up bag and jewelry box and straighten up my bedroom before you get here. Every sound has me on edge, stopping to see if it was a knock at the door or if it was your car driving up.
Knock, knock, knock. Deep breath! “Coming!” I’m afraid you’ll hear me run across the room, so I force myself to walk normally. Another deep breath before I open the door. I reach for the knob, turn it, and pull the door open to see you standing there with a single red rose in your hand and a beautiful smile on your face. The skirt and top I chose fits what you’re wearing perfectly, so I guess I made the right choices. You look so handsome in your jeans, t-shirt, and black leather jacket. I think my face might just break from this smile I find on it. “Hi, Jennifer. This is for you.” (Handing me the rose.) “If you’ll grab your purse, I have everything all set up for us.” I nod and pick my purse up, making sure the door is locked on my way out.
We get into your car and you pull out a blindfold, “Let me put this on you?” “Absolutely, James!” You reach around to tie it around my head, then kiss me so softly as your hands slide down, thumbs in front of my ears and fingers in my hair behind my head. I could kiss you forever. My whole body melts and I forget that we’re supposed to be going somewhere. I slide my hand up your chest to find your face. I have lost all track of time and space. You slowly pull back, “Ummm…” (catching your breath) “We need to go now.”
I sit back in my seat and you hook my seatbelt, then your own, start up the car, and we pull away onto the street. I have no idea which direction we’re even going, so lost in that kiss and preoccupied with our destination. It seems like we’re driving forever, but I’m sure it’s probably only 10-15 minutes. Wherever it is we’re going, I can’t wait to get there…if only to have you free to kiss me like that again.
I see you watching me from across the room. Slowly, I make my way over to you and say hello. I lean down and whisper, “Follow me.” You quickly get up from your seat and follow me out of the bar to the back of the building. I reach up and kiss you passionately, standing on one leg as I wrap my other around yours. You quickly unbutton my blouse just enough to expose my lacy red bra, happy that the hook is in the front. You kiss the top of my tits as you open it, then start sucking and nibbling on my nipples as I gently hold your head and press my tits up toward your face. You move back up to my neck, biting gently as I open your pants and reach inside to feel your growing cock. Slowly stroking it as I kiss you. You slide your hands up my skirt and squeeze my ass, then a firm spank. Oh, that’s got my motor running! I pull your clothes out of my way, then sink down and look up at you, giving your shaft a long, deliberate lick from base to tip. I smile slyly as I flick my tongue on the tip, then sink just your first inch into my mouth teasingly. Another very long, slow lick along the length of it, then I sink it slowly deep into my warm, wet mouth. Slowly in and out at first, then with increasing speed and intensity, sucking harder and faster, digging my nails into your ass as I pull you in deeper. You grab my head and start fucking my mouth as you would a pussy. I love how you thrust deep into my mouth, baby. I love how your hard cock feels. How you taste. You eventually pull my head away, stand me up, turn me around, and bend me over slightly. Pulling my skirt up and my panties to the side, you thrust your cock deep and hard into my pussy from behind. I brace myself against the wall as you hold me around the waist with one hand and squeeze one of my tits with the other. You fuck me hard and fast as I moan with pleasure. My juices soaking you, gushing out of me and down your balls. You move one hand up to cover my mouth as I start screaming so no one will come find us. Thrusting hard and fast, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. God your cock feels soooo good inside me! You slow down briefly, then pull out and move it just a bit higher, gently pushing your tip into my tight ass. I let out a deep, gutteral groan and push back slowly to let you know I want you there. You slide in inch by inch to give me time to stretch around your thick cock. I feel your balls brush against my pussy. You stay there for a minute, then quickly slide out most of the way and thrust hard and fast back in, keeping your hand on my mouth so I don’t scream too loudly. You repeat that several times, then start fucking my ass faster and faster, ramming your hard cock deep inside over and over and over again. Oh god, it feels so good! HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!!!! You feel your balls tighten and raise up. You can’t hold out any longer. You shoot your white hot load deep inside me. I feel the throbbing, the twitching as stream after stream fills my hole. You stay briefly, then slowly slide out. I catch my breath and eventually stand back up straight, turn around, and kiss you gently. We rearrange our clothes, and go back inside to clean up. You go your way, I go mine…both of us with a smile. x
We’d been talking to each other for months online before I got myself psyched up enough to ask you out for a few drinks. I know it’s crazy because we’re friends, but just the thought of meeting you has had butterflies in my stomach. It only seems natural that we finally meet and go hang out to have a good time. I’m so nervous. We’ve exchanged pictures, so you know what I normally look like…no make-up, jeans and t-shirts, etc…but I felt like I should dress up for this first meeting. Rummaging through my closet only to find absolutely NOTHING appropriate for a “first meeting” did not helping my anxiety. I’m just glad I was able to find a cute outfit. I think you’ll like it. I HOPE you’ll like it. Why am I so nervous? Where did my other shoe go?!?! You’re going to be here any sec….(knock, knock, knock). “Just a minute,” I call to the door as I look under the bed. FOUND IT! I slide the shoe on and head for the door.
I open it and see you standing there. You look even better in person. Your cologne drifts through the air between us and fills my nostrils…God you smell good. “Hi,” I manage to finally say, hoping you didn’t notice me check you out. You smile and say hello back. “Come on in,” I tell you. “I’m just about ready. I’ll just be a minute.” I go running off into the bathroom to check my hair and make-up, spritz on a bit of perfume, and talk myself into actually leaving with you. “You’re being silly,” I tell myself. “It’s just two friends going out. It happens every day. You weren’t nervous like this when you went out with your other friends. This is no different. He has never said anything to make you even think he’s interested in anything more than friendship. JUST GO!”
Sufficiently convinced, I leave the bathroom with a smile and grab my coat and purse. You notice my perfume. “You look and smell really nice,” you say. “I think you’ll like the place. I’ve got a buddy who works there and he’ll take care of us.” We head out and down to your car. You’re such a gentleman, opening doors for me. We talk about our day on the way over. It’s nice telling you in person for a change. As we get close, you point down the street, “Do you see that palm tree? That’s the place.” It’s this cute little Hawaiian themed bar. Tiki torches, island music, pretty flowers…adorable! We park and go in. It’s dimly lit and not terribly busy. There are some private booths, a bar, and regular tables. “Hey man! This is her,” you say to the bartender. “This is the friend I told you about…Derek.” I smile and say hello. Derek tells one of the servers to take us over to one of the private booths. They’re in the corners of the room and have high walls on the front and sides, making them almost look like little rooms with an entrance against the restaurants wall. We sit and give her our drink order, then go back to talking.
I can’t get past how good you smell.
A few drinks, dinner, and a couple of hours of conversation later I’ve forgotten all about being nervous. In fact, I find myself…flirting. I slip my shoes off and slide one foot up your leg with a smile. You smile back and you don’t tell me to stop, so I slide my foot up along your inner thigh to the nice bulge between your legs, gently massaging it with the ball of my foot. Neither of us says a word. Eventually, I stop and you come around to my side of the booth. Your hand starts at my knee and slowly makes its way up my leg. You pull me close with the other hand and kiss me hard. Your hand has finished its ascent up my thigh and has slid into my panties, separating my lips, slowly massaging my pussy. Thank God the table isn’t bolted to the ground! We shove it over gently (knocking everything off it would attract too much attention) and I open your trousers to find my prize. Like a starved animal, I go down and devour your massive cock. You let out a sort of loud groan. You taste so good! Alternating licking and sucking with stroking you hard and fast. I climb up and straddle you to kiss you. Your hand slides back into my pussy and your fingers slip inside. Now it’s me who’s moaning. I raise up and you pull your now very wet fingers out, slide my panties over to one side, and guide your cock in. I quickly unbutton my top few buttons and unhook my bra (front closure) to reveal my tits. You suck on them as I ride you like the stallion you are. I make a mental note to thank Derek…he must have made sure no one got seated anywhere near us because no one has said a word. Either that or they’re enjoying our noises. Grinding my wet cunt on your steel rod, trying not to scream as I orgasm. I stop to ride the wave and catch my breath, then climb back down to my original position under the table to lick you clean and finish sucking you off. I devour your balls and I pump your cock, then sink it as far as I can into my mouth, sucking hard and fast as I look up into your eyes. My juices taste so good on you. It’s not long before you fill my throat with your white hot spunk. I swallow every last drop.
You straighten yourself up as I button my blouse back up and adjust my panties. We pull the table back and get back into our original seats, then go back to talking as if nothing ever happened. Eventually, Derek comes over to see how our “date” is going. I think he can smell the sex. He looks at you and…did he just wink at you? “Hey man,” you say. “We’re going to get going. How much do we owe you?” Derek smiles at me and says he’ll take care of the bill and to have a good night. We thank him and head out to your car….in the dark parking lot…and I can’t help but to wonder if you’re ready for another round of hot and heavy fucking.
For this story, we will pretend we’re in the same town. I’ve had a horrible day at work and you have just messaged me and asked how I was. I tell you softly how sad I am that my boss takes advantage of my skills and that I just want to escape from it all. You can tell how upset I am and tell me that it’s only a temporary situation. You offer to take me out for a drink when I get out of work. I’m sad, but would really love the break, so I agree. I finish my sound file and message you to say I’m getting ready. Pick me up in an hour. I shower, pick out a pretty dress and matching pumps, fix my hair and make-up. My doorbell rings. I am still working on my jewelry, so I ask loudly if it’s you. You say yes, so I tell you the door is open. You walk in and say hello. I turn around and see how handsome you look. You’re in a suit, holding a single red rose with a huge smile on your face. You walk over and hand me the rose, tell me I look beautiful, take my hand, twirl me around slowly, and kiss me sweetly on the lips. I press up against you and put my hand on your cheek. When we separate, I smile and tell you how very handsome you look tonight. You tell me that you have a surprise for me later. I have a huge smile as I try to pry the information out of you, but you won’t tell. I pick up my bag and keys, locking the door behind me, and we head to a jazz bar. You wanted to do something a little different today so I would feel like I’m escaping my life for a little while…but that is not my surprise. We get a table and order a couple of drinks as we listen to the band play. I tell you how much I appreciate your thoughtfulness. It was so sweet of you to do this for me. I kiss you. It was a very passionate kiss. You have made me feel sooooo much better. You look at your watch several times as the band plays. I know it must have to do with my surprise, so I keep trying to get clues out of you, but you just smile and laugh. You check again, smile and tell me it’s time, and I’m so excited I can barely contain myself. I collect my things and follow you outside. We walk for a little while, my arm wrapped through yours. You stop and pull a blindfold out. I look at you and smile, a little confused. You gently put it on me and lead me down the block and around the corner into a building into what sounds like a lobby. I can hear people talking and I smell…flowers? We walk through the room and I can hear people whispering about my blindfold. Now I can hear an elevator bell ding and its doors open. We enter the elevator. I can’t stand the suspense! I feel us going up….up….up…ding. The doors open. You guide me down the hall and open a door. We enter a room, but I am not allowed to take the blindfold off yet. You hold my hands down behind me as you kiss me passionately. your hands move up my arms to my shoulders, down my chest….stomach….hips…. I can feel you lifting my dress to touch my thighs…. Feels sooooo good…. You gently turn me around to unzip my dress, kissing my neck as you slide it off my shoulders. It drops onto the floor and you help me step out of it. You unhook my bra as you kiss my back, then slide it off my shoulders and toss it over by the dress. You reach around and fondle my tits as you kiss my neck. I’m still blindfolded. Your hands slowly slide down my body. One hand is firmly on my hip while the other slides into my panties. I reach up and back to touch your face as my breathing gets heavier. I start moaning as you massage my clit. You let go of my hip and use both hands to slide my panties down and off, then gently lay me on what seems to be a bed. You lift and slide me further up it towards the head, then kiss my lips. I try as best I can to take your clothes off by feeling my way. I’ve just noticed that the room smells like…is that coconut? And…pineapples? And…some kind of flower I don’t recognize. You stand up for a minute and now there are ocean waves and seagulls. I go to pull the blindfold off, but you stop me. This is my escape. That deserted island I always dream of running away to. You climb back onto the bed and kiss your way down my body. Lips…neck…breasts…stomach… Then you crawl back and kiss my thighs…a little higher….a little higher…you gently separate my legs and gently lick my pussy… Your hands sliding up to massage my tits as I try to reach down and run my fingers through your hair. Oooooh god that feels sooooo….OH GOD…..SOOOOO GOOD!!! Your tongue is reaching as deep into my pussy as you can. You stop and turn me over… Repeating the kissing sequence from my neck down…. And from my calves up… You lift my hips and put me slightly onto my knees as you start licking my ass hole. I reach up and massage my clit as you do… Then eventually slide my fingers into my cunt to massage my g-spot. I’m so close to cumming for the first time in sooooo long. You lift my hips higher and slide head first on your back under me, pulling my fingers out to lick them, then lick my wet pussy. I sit myself up to ride your face, grabbing your head as I rock my hips and moan wildly. I scream and collapse forward onto my hands as my juices come out…you lapping them up as they come down. Then you slide out from under me, turn me around to face you, I think…and put one of my hands onto your throbbing, rock hard cock. It feels warm and solid in my hand…and so huge! I slooooowly lick the underside from base to tip as I finger your balls, running my tongue along the base of the head, then flicking the head with my tongue.
I slowly slide your cock deep into my mouth, wrapping my tongue around it as I do. You moan softly and take my head into your hands. I slide my head back slowly, then forward sending your iron cock deep into my mouth again. Your cock slides in and out of my mouth, just a little faster each time. You can feel my tongue sliding against it and the suction I’m creating. You’re laying on your back, fingers running through my silky hair as my head bobs up and down. I slide your cock out of my mouth on the next pass and run my tongue down the underside of the shaft from tip to base, then down to your balls. I place both into my mouth as I stab them with my tongue. Not wanting to leave your cock unattended, I run my hand up and down it as I grip it firmly. My hair feels good as it brushes on your thighs. I take them out of my mouth and slide my tongue down to your ass hole. I run it firmly around the outside, occasionally sliding it just barely into the opening and back out again as I giggle. My hot, wet tongue slides back up to your balls where I suck on each one individually, then back up your shaft. I kiss the tip, then sink it deeply back into my mouth. I love your cock, baby. I can’t get enough of it. I go back to fingering your balls as I suck your throbbing tool. I can feel them raising up. You’re so close. You grab my throat and pull me off of you, carefully guiding me down to the floor. You stand over me, jerking your cock with one hand as you pull my hair with the other. You moan/shout loudly and I feel your hot cum on my face. I open my mouth hoping to catch some as it comes out. Mmmm…it tastes so good, baby. I reach around and dig my nails into your ass as you paint my face. Your cum smells so sweet. You still have my hair firmly in your hand as you bend down and lick my face, then kiss me…transferring your cum into my mouth. Oh, god, I love this!
You gently help me back up onto the bed and lay me on my back. You start kissing my legs at the ankles, occasionally alternating to the opposite leg…higher and higher with each kiss. You reach my pussy and spread its lips to slowly lick the length of it, driving me wild. I can feel you starting to crawl higher and you move up to kissing my stomach, my right nipple, left nipple. You gently bite my neck just as you inch the head of your cock into my pussy. My heart is racing! I swallow hard and let out a loud sigh. OH GOD! I feel your cock slooooowwwlly going deeper and deeper into me as you whisper “I love you” into my right ear. I’m in such ecstacy that I can’t speak to respond. I rip the blindfold off to look into your eyes and I see you smiling down at me. I can see it in your eyes. Mine well up with tears as I put my hands on your face and lean up to kiss you with my entire soul. As we kiss, you start slowly sliding your steely rod in and out of my pussy. My heart is pounding so hard you can feel it through my chest. My eyes are rolling up into my head as you put your mouth down by my ear to tell me you want me to be yours. I press my cheek up against yours and nod in agreement, barely able to say yes. Biting my lip, my moaning becomes purring. You thrust faster and faster, harder each time, I can feel your passion for me as my moans turn to screams! OH. GOD. YES!!!! YES!!!!! YES!!!!!!! That sound…the wet slapping of your balls against my ass as I soak you with my juices…I love that sound! You grab me tightly and roll us over, your cock still deep inside me. Now you’re on your back and I’m riding you, still screaming through wave after wave of my orgasm, tilting my pelvis back and forth, squeezing your cock inside my pussy each time. I lean down to kiss you and manage to get my lips to mouth “I love you, too.” With that, you grab me and pull me down to kiss me passionately. You moan as you do. Your lips feel funny as they vibrate against mine. Can you see it in my eyes, baby, as I sit back up a little and smile down at you? I crawl off and get on my hands and knees, looking over at you with a huge grin. You come up behind me and part my ass cheeks, exposing my tight little hole. You’re already so lubricated from my pussy juices that your cock slides in slowly with just a little effort. Inch by inch, you give me time to stretch. Once you’re all the way in, you start gently sliding back out, then in, and out, then in…a little faster…faster….holding my hips…mmmmmmmmmmmm…. You reach around and start massaging my clit, then work your fingers up into my pussy hole…it’s a little difficult, but you keep them in there as you thrust your cock over and over into my ass. OH FUCK!!!