Part 3: The Shower

After a few hours of much needed rest, I slide out of bed and silently walk to the bathroom. I can feel his eyes on my back as I walk. I turn on the water for a shower and step over to the sink, leaving the shower to warm up. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I step into the shower. The hot water feels refreshing as I spend several moments just standing there, letting the water flow over my body. As I turn my back to the water, putting my head back to soak my hair, I hear him ask if I want company. I willingly invite him in, smiling at him as he joins me. He steps close, kissing me, and my tongue tells me that he also stopped to brush his teeth. Such a thoughtful man!

He reaches for the sponge and body wash, pouring a little on the sponge and working it to a good lather. I turn my back to him and pull my hair to the side, allowing him access to wash my back. He starts at my neck, slowly working his way across my shoulders, very slowly working his way down my back, teasing my skin with his touch as he goes. He works his way down my spine, slowly moving across my ribs on each side before moving further down, across my waist, moving across the small of my back to the other side, right across the top of my buttocks.

I reach out to place my hands on the wall in front of me for support, leaning forward slightly to let the water run down my back as he kneels down behind me. He moves the sponge across my buttocks and down the back of my thigh, across the back of my knee, down my calf to my ankle. I feel his lips on the small of my back and a low moan escapes my lips. He moves the soapy sponge up my shin, over my knee to my thigh, making sure every inch of my flesh is clean. He repeats his actions with my other leg, still placing kisses on my back, moving to the tops of my buttocks.

Once done with my legs he stands, leaning closer to whisper in my ear, his warm breath caressing my skin at he whispers for me to turn around, our lips meeting as I do. After a moment I lean my head back as he moves the sponge toward my neck. He moves it across my shoulders and down each arm, teasing me as he runs it across the top of my breasts as he moves from one arm to the other. He steps back a little to watch his hands as they move to my breast, one hand cupping one breast as the other hand moves the sponge over the other breast. He spends a moment teasing my nipple, which is standing out hard from his attentions. Another low moan escapes from my throat a feel him pinch my other nipple gently. Slowly he moves the sponge across the valley between my breasts as he switches hands to reverse his attention on my breasts.

I lean back slightly, allowing the water to cascade down the front of my body to rinse the soap off as his hands slowly move across my stomach to my waist. The sponge caresses one hip, cleaning it, before moving across the sensitive skin above my smooth mound to the other side. His lips gently caress my neck, slowly moving down to my breast, and as he begins to suckle on one now rinsed nipple I feel his hand come up to once again cup my breast. I reach for the sponge, taking it from him, and bringing it up across his stomach to his chest. I inhale sharply as I feel his now empty hand reaching my mound, a finger gently stroking the outer folds, seeking entrance. I step back, smiling at him, forcing him to let go. He groans in disappointment but I tell him first thing is first. He leans forward to kiss me as I return to washing him after getting more soap for the sponge. I ask him to turn around and he slowly obliges me. I make sure every inch of his back is clean then step back, asking him to do the same. Again he does as I ask, letting the water rinse the soap off.

He turns to face me once again. I wrap my arms around his waist, bringing the sponge across his buttocks. As I bring my hand back around be front of his body, he leans closer to me, pinning me against the wall as his lips meet mine, his tongue seeking mine. He places one hand on either side of me. I take advantage of this, running the sponge across his arms one at a time. He wants to distract me, but I don’t let him. I bring the sponge down to his stomach, pushing against him slightly to get him to step back. Once he does, I kneel down in front of him, the water now hitting him in the chest to run down the front of his body. As I kneel there, his cock throbbing in front of me, I look up at him, smiling slightly, and he smiles down at me. He knows what I have mind, and he hopes that I will. I bring both hands up to the back of his legs, resting one at the bottom of his buttocks as the fingers of my other hand gently wraps around his throbbing cock in front of me. He moans softly as I take his cock in my mouth, letting it slide all the way to the back of my throat. Slowly I let it slide back out, leaving only the head of his wonderful cock within my warm, moist mouth, my tongue doing its own dance across his flesh, tasting every bit of him that I can. I begin to move back and forth in front of him as I let his cock slide in and out of my mouth, gently suckling on it the further in it slides, moving my tongue all around it as it slide out enough for my tongue to move around it. I set a slow pace at my rocking in front of him, humming softly between purrs as his cock slides in and out of my mouth, occasionally swallowing as his cock reaches the back of my throat, allowing it deeper into my throat. He reaches for the wall with one hand, resting his other hand on my shoulder, clenching and releasing it as I continue, my fingers still wrapped around his beautiful cock, stroking it with a rhythm matching my mouth. Slowly I bring my hand from his buttocks to the jewels beneath his tasty cock, gently fondling them.

Several moments go by, the water still cascading down. He steps back, leaning against the wall for support, and I move with him, never hesitating, never losing pace. After a few more moments of my suckling on his cock, his grip on my shoulder tightens, almost painfully, as I taste the first drops of his sweet, creamy cum on my tongue. As powerful jets of his cum erupt from his cock, hitting the back of my throat I slide him out of my mouth, leaving only the head of his cock within, as I swallow every drop of his delicious juice. I remain kneeling in front of him for a few more moments, his cock still in my mouth and still hard. Slowly I release him from my mouth and stand, stepping close to kiss hit neck. I ask him if he wants the water. He looks in my eyes and merely nods. I step to the side, with my back to the cold wall, as he steps toward the front of the shower, stopping directly in front of me, facing me. He kisses me deeply, passionately, his tongue eagerly seeking mine as he places his hands on the wall, one on either side of me. He places one leg between mine, forcing me to adjust my stance to spread my legs.

With one hand he begins to caress my shoulder, slowly lowering his hand to my breast. He cups it gently, pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, making me inhale sharply. Slowly he lowers his head slightly, bringing his lips to gently caress my neck for a moment before taking my earlobe into his mouth, gently biting it. His hand very slowly moves from my breast, down across my ribs, lightly caress my stomach before finally coming to my smooth pussy. He teases me for a moment then slowly moves his hand down my inner thighs, his fingertips so light on my flesh that it gives me chills, causing my nipples to become so hard they hurt. He teases me for a few moments more before bringing his hand back to my smooth pussy, his fingers seeking entrance to delve into me, with his thumb slowly stroking my clit. My breath catches in my throat, and after a few moments I hear him whisper a single word: breathe. I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding, while my hands begin to caress his sides and lower back. He stops suddenly, both hands seeking mine, as he kisses me, his tongue seeking mine, which I gladly let him find. He raises both my hands above my bead, grasping both of mine with one of his as he lowers his other hand to continue its attention on my pussy.

He feels so good being this close to me. He continues to stroke deep inside me with two fingers, slowly adding a third as his thumb continues massaging my clit. I can feel my orgasm getting close; my breathing becomes faster and more ragged. He releases my hands and whispers for me to hold him for support. As I lower my hands to his shoulders he smiles, for he feels my orgasm approaching. His fingers continue stroking deep inside me as my juices drip into his hand, his thumb never slowing. A small scream escapes me as the beginning of my orgasm hits, waves of ecstasy flow through me as it takes its course, my hands gripping his shoulders tightly for support, my fingernails digging into his flesh. A few moments later I collapse against him, my arms wrapped around his neck. It takes a few moments before I can stand on my own again, and once I can he releases me. He reaches over to turn off the water as I grab the towels. I tell him that it is time to get something to eat, and he agrees that he is just as ravenous as I am.

Part 2: The Living Room

Once inside the door – it barely closed – we are trying to rip each other’s clothes off again. They end up about the floor and stairs between the front door and the bedroom. He looks at the huge waterbed and grins, looking back to me once more before looking over the balcony to living room; he says it would be a shame to mess up the bed. What? And it’s not going to get messed up when we actually fall asleep in it? We end up on the couch, our tongues once again entwined in their dance; our hands exploring each other’s now fully exposed bodies once again. He gently pushes me back, one hand spreading my legs to rest his body between them, against my bare body. I wrap my smooth legs around his waist, his cock throbbing against the smoothness of my pussy. His hand reaches down, his fingers slowly spreading the lips of my pussy to allow his cock access. I inhale sharply, my breath caught in my throat, my heart skipping a beat as his cock easily sheaths itself deep inside me, filling me completely. He has the same reaction. Slowly he begins to move his hips, the feeling of his throbbing rod sliding in and out of me is pure bliss. I pull my legs closer to my chest, my hips begin to move in steady time with his. He continues this slow pace for several long moments, our tongues entwined, his hands stroking my breast. Suddenly he stops. I moan its disappointment, but he only smiles at me, whispering that he has something else in mind.

He sits up, his back against the couch, and he pulls me into his lap, my back to him. As his hard cock slides deep within me, once again filling me, we both let out a moan of pleasure. I smile, for he is pleased with my body and the sensations we are sharing. This heightens my enjoyment. The feeling of his throbbing cock hitting the depths of my pussy in this position will soon have me reaching orgasm. As if reading my mind, he grabs my hips to slow me down. Reluctantly, I do as he wishes. He whispers that he is close and does not wish release quite yet. Does he enjoy torturing himself? Torturing me? He chuckles and whispers that he wants me to reach my ecstasy before he does, to make sure he does not leave me hanging. How thoughtful. I grin at him. We continue this slow pace for a while longer. Slowly, hesitantly, he begins slide a finger in my tight ass. A loud moan escapes my throat. He stops, asking if he is hurting me, concern in his voice. I assure him that he is not, telling him it feels exquisite, and he continues. I reach my hand down to play with my clit as his cock slides in and out of pussy, his finger matching pace in my ass. It feels so good as I get closer to reaching my orgasm. His pace quickens, becoming almost desperate. As the beginning waves of orgasm start to overwhelm me I arch my back, every muscle in my body tightening. My fingers quicken to a frantic pace, our breaths coming quicker and shallower, his cock ramming home with equal need. Moments later screams escape both our throats as we reach the heights of orgasm together. Our pace slows but continues for long moments after as we come down the out of clouds.

I lean back against his chest, needing rest, both of us trying to catch our breath. He nibbles on my ear for a moment, sending shivers of pleasure through my body, before whispering in my ear how good it was, asking for more. Finally, I have met a man with a desire to match my own! Slowly I stand and turn to face him, sitting in his lap once more with on leg on either side of him. We sit there for several long moments, our tongues entwined in their own dance, then ravaging each other’s ears and necks, our hands touching, caressing, every part of each other’s bodies that we can reach. We are just enjoying the feel of each other. His mouth eagerly seeking mine, his tongue now more demanding of mine. His hands seem to take on a life of their own in their need to touch me, still gently, passionate, but now more eager in their search to rediscover most sensitive spots. His arms encircle me, wrapping around my waist, urging me to rock in his lap. His cock slowly comes to life between us. A low moan escapes my lips as l stop him, untangling his arms from around me. I reach for a pillow off the couch as I start to stand. He tried to wrap his arms around my waist again, but I stop him. He starts to say something, but the words are lost as my mouth covers his. I drop pillow to the floor between his feet and slowly move to rest on my knees in front of him. He leans forward, not wanting to let my lips go. I place my hand on his chest and gently push him back, grinning as I reach for his hips to pull him forward on the couch a little. He opens his mouth again to say something, this time I quiet him with a finger to his lips, which he quickly begins to suck gently. Now kneeling in front of him, between his legs, I softly place my lips on his inner thigh, slowly working my way up his leg, bypassing his growing hardness.

My lips caress the sensitive spot just above his cock, then his stomach for a moment before slowly making their way down to his other thigh. I spend several long moments caressing both his inner thighs with my soft lips. I hear him moan softly and I can’t help but smile, I feel him arch his back, pushing his hips toward me, trying to urge me on. It doesn’t work. I pause in my attentions, forcing him to relax as I hear him groan is disappointment. I suppress a smile and a giggle. Then I gently wrap the fingers of one hand around his now throbbing hard shaft, moving it slightly to reveal the small treasure beneath it. My tongue darts out to caress the soft sensitive flesh, and he inhales sharply. My hand slowly strokes his stiff cock as I gently take one fragile oval in my mouth and begin to suckle it. His hand reaches for my head, but quickly moves to my shoulder. After many long enjoyable moments, I carefully release him from my mouth, moving for the other one. His grip on my shoulder tightens for a moment as I begin to swirl my tongue around the delicious treasure in my mouth. My hand continues to stroke his shaft. I continue to switch between the two oval goodies for what seems like forever, until he begins to beg me to take his cock into my mouth. For a few more moments I ignore his words, stroking his beautiful cock with my hand, swirling my tongue around each oval while softly suckling them.

His begging continues for many more long moments until I finally release him, slowly letting my tongue slide over the length of his cock, caressing it with my lips as well. I tease him with my tongue for several long moments before finally sliding the length of his throbbing shaft into my mouth, letting it tickle the back of my throat. I don’t move for several breaths, pushing against his hips to get him to relax on the couch again. Slowly I begin to slide his cock in and out of my eagerly suckling mouth, moving my tongue around the entire length of his delicious cock as I do. I reach for his hands, entwining my fingers in his and resting them on the couch to either side of his hips. He moans softly as I continue to let his cock slide out of my mouth, keeping only the tip in as I swirl my tongue around the sensitive mushroom, momentarily stopping my tongue as I once again take his shaft deep into my throat, swallowing all of it. Slowly I begin a steady pace of letting his cock slide in and out of my eagerly suckling mouth, occasionally pausing to let my tongue caress the length of his cock. Suddenly a thought comes to mind, I stop and he groans his protest I smile and tell hint to have patience. I pull his head to me so that our mouths meet. As they do, I curve my back enough that my breasts rest on his hard cock, causing him to moan. He wraps my breast around his cock and starts to throat slowly. I tilt my head down, taking the tip of his beautiful rod in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his head as he moves his cock in the valley of my cleavage. His movements become more urgent with each thrust of his hips. I reach my hand down to gently fondle his testicles as he approaches release. My tongue continues it ministrations on his cock, my mouth never releasing his cock, even as jet after powerful jet of his cream spurts forth running across my eager tongue to the back of my throat as I swallow every drop. Alter the last drop passes my lips, sliding down my throat, l continue to let his cock slide in and out of my warm moist mouth. He shudders, mumbling something about needing a moment’s rest.

I stand before him and he stares at me for a moment before reaching for my hand, pulling me to his lap. I straddle him once again, as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close to him. His lips begin to caress my flesh once more, softly touching every spot on my body that he can reach from this position. Slowly he pulls my head down, his lips seeking mine. Our tongues start to dance once again, his hands caressing every inch of my body. I softly whisper in his ear that I want to enjoy the feel of his hands on my flesh for a while and he asks if I would be more comfortable in bed where we can lay in each other’s arms. I nod my head and lead the way, leaving our clothes where they are until later. Once in the bed we lay facing each other, caressing each other until later when he pulls me toward him to rest in his aims. After a few moments we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Part 1: The Meeting

I enter the room and pause a moment to look around. There are many people here that I know, but no one catches my eye at the moment. I spot an empty private booth at the back of the room and make my way to it. The only light in this part of the club comes from the single candle placed in the center of each table. I finally reach the booth after stopping on the way to say hello to a few people I know and asking the waitress to bring me a drink, where I sit, making sure that I am facing the room. From this spot I can see the entire room.

I watch the people dancing for a while, and others standing around talking with each other. People I know stop to talk for a moment as they walk by but no one stays. I look up toward the door and my heart stops. Standing there is a breath-takingly handsome man, tall, dark skinned, black wavy hair slicked back, reaching down past his collar. I can see his muscular body through the white long sleeved silk shirt, his powerful legs accentuated by the black slacks covering them. His piercing brown eyes look my way and my skin burns under his gaze. My breathing becomes ragged as he starts walking in my direction and I quietly gasp as he reaches my table. A small moan escapes my lips as he sits beside me, the power of his presence almost overwhelming. When the waitress arrives with my drink he stops her, hands her a card, and orders a drink for himself, asking if I have enough or if I want another. We talk for a while, mostly small talk, as I sip my drink.

He asks me to dance. Almost in a trance, I follow him to the dance floor. By the time we get there the song playing is a slow, romantic one, I reluctantly let him pull me out onto the floor and we dance for a few songs. Many songs later we make our way back to our table, almost collapsing into the seat for it has been a long time since I have danced. A few drinks, a few more dances, and much conversation later he asks me if I would like to go for a drive. I figure why not, my car will be safe in the parking lot until I come back. We end up at the beach. He just happens to have a blanket in his trunk. I smile; leave it to him to be prepared for anything. He spreads it out on the sand and we sit back, talking more.

Slowly he reaches over to stroke my thigh. As his soft fingertips touch my flesh I inhale sharply, distracted momentarily from the conversation by the warmth and gentleness of his touch. He asks me to finish what I was saying and our conversation continues. He smiles, such an alluring smile, warm, tender, like his touch. His touch, his hand slowly caresses the length of my soft, smooth leg, then moves to the other. He moves closer to me for a better reach. I feel the warmth of his skin, see the ripple of the muscles in his arms and chest under that white shirt. I am startled at my own thoughts, wanting only to rip the shirt off. But I resist. I will not give into the passion I feel growing in the pit of my stomach, at the core of my being.

His lips softly touch mine, interrupting me, begging for attention. His tongue lightly caresses my lips, wanting entrance to my mouth. Slowly I part my lips, his tongue darting in, seeking almost desperately for my tongue. Our tongues meet and begin to dance to a music only lovers hear. My breath catches in my throat as his hand seeks the buttons of my shirt and begins to slowly undo them. My heartbeat speeds slightly as he slowly pushes my shirt down my shoulders, his hands urging my arms out of the sleeves one at a time. As a light summer breeze passes us by, my nipples harden under the lace of my bra.

He reaches his arm around me and pulls me close, until my body stops shaking from the chill of the breeze. Slowly I begin to unbutton his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against mine, our eyes locked, not a word exchanged between us. As I reach the last button and begin to pull his shirt from the waist of his pants, he pulls me close, his lips caress mine, his tongue once again seeking out my tongue to resume their dance. Breathing becomes very difficult as I feel his skin against mine. His hand slowly makes its way up my inner thigh, inching higher with each breath. He pauses long enough to look at me with surprise in his eyes as he feels the smoothness awaiting him under my skirt. He smiles, whispering in my ear that he likes the smoothness and lack of panties. I can only moan softly as his finger slips into the wetness there between my legs, his tongue seeking out mine with more passion than before, refusing to part as I struggle for breath. My desire grows even stronger with each stroke of his fingers between my thighs, one finger reaching in for the depths of my treasure, his other arm caressing my back, searching for the release to the lace covering my ample cleavage. After what seems an eternity, they are finally released, his hand quickly depositing the lace on the slowly growing pile of discarded clothing on the corner of the blanket.

My hands reach for his chest, slowly caressing softly against his smooth skin. His breath catches as my soft fingertips pass over his suddenly hard nipples, mine stiffening in response. He chuckles at my reaction, a low rumble in his chest. His mouth begins to slowly move from mine, across my jaw to my neck, then my ears. His tongue caresses my jaw line, moving slowly down my neck to my heaving breasts. My breathing becomes erratic, coming in short gasps as be reaches my nipple. My heart skips a beat as his tongue flicks across my nipple, one hand still between my thighs, the other reaching up to cup my other breast. His fingers lightly pinch my nipple, causing it to harden, the fingers of his other hand steadily stroking the inner depths of my warm pussy. I lean back, gasping desperately for air, placing my hands on the blanket behind me for support, arching my back to force my breast against his eager lips as the sparks of pleasure course through my body.

He gently pushes me back on the blanket, stopping the attention he it giving me long enough to remove my skirt, adding it to the pile on the corner, leaving me completely exposed to the night air. He whispers that I look so beautiful under the moonlight as he gazes upon my flesh. Suddenly I feel my cheeks burning as I lay there, no part of my body hidden from his piercing gaze. He smiles as he resumes his attentions, his mouth seeking the opposite nipple, pausing only for a moment to flick his tongue teasingly across it before pulling it full into his eager mouth. His fingers once again seek out the inner depths of my pussy and I part my legs allowing him to reach the full depth of my passion. His mouth slowly releases my breast. His lips begin to slowly caress their way down my body. My breathing becomes even more ragged, my gasps for air more desperate as my mind reels, realizing what he is about to do. A moan escapes my lips as his mouth reaches my naval, he pauses there a moment, letting me catch my breath. Another moan escapes my lips as he reaches his destination. His tongue caressing the outer folds of my smooth skin, seeking entrance to the sweat treasure held within. I part my legs further. He reaches a hand up to caress my breast, pinching my nipple softly as his tongue finds what it was seeking. With his free hand he parts the lips of my pussy and I gasp loudly as his tongue slides inside my pussy to caress my clit, stroking it slowly for a moment before flicking across it rapidly, then stroking it slowly again. A sigh escapes me as his tongue softly caresses my pussy, only to be caught in a sharp inhale as his finger slides deep with me, his tongue never missing a stroke. His fingers begin to stroke in and out of me, matching the pace of his tongue on my clit. I begin to moan and squirm on the blanket uncontrollably. Before I can reach the peak of my ecstasy, I stop him. He looks up at me, confused for a moment, before lowering his head once again. His lips make their way back up my body as an antagonizing slow pace, stopping once again at my naval and each breast before making their way to my neck, across my jaw line, finally reaching my lips, I can taste my own sweet nectar on his lips and tongue, my own tongue seeking his eagerly.

My hands reach for the belt at his waist. Once I have that undone his pants come off easily, the button and zipper taking me only seconds. He smiles at me as he sees the lust in my eyes. Seconds later his pants are added to the pile. I reach for his last remaining piece of clothing, his thong, and I hesitate. He looks so good in it, I just want to burn that picture into my mind for later. I am almost sad to see it removed until I see what it was holding, and a few heartbeats later it too is added to the pile on the corner. His throbbing cock stands there at attention, waiting for me, his tongue once again seeking mine. I gently pull away from him. It’s my turn to push him back, and he willingly goes, propping himself on his elbows. I allow my lips to slowly make their way down his body, slower than he went with me. My mouth stops momentarily at each nipple, flicking my tongue across them teasingly, his hard cock bouncing in response. I look up at him watching me as I gently wrap my hand around his cock, his hands not knowing where to rest; his cock feels so good to my touch. I gather my chestnut hair in one hand, whispering him to hold it back. He smiles as he obliges me. I hear a soft moan as I drop my head back down to his body, letting my mouth lightly caress his skin as I make my way across his ribs, down his abdomen, to his hips, then his legs, my hand stroking his cock the entire time. I avoid his cock totally for a few moments, caressing and licking his thighs and the lower portion of his stomach until he moans that he can’t stand it any longer. I stop above his navel, my breath held as I look into his eyes. They beg me not to as I hover there a moment. We both chuckle as I slowly release my held breath. I smile, and continue my ministrations on his thighs for a few more moments before finally kissing the tip of his throbbing cock, my hand still slowly stroking it. He inhales sharply as I take the majority of his length into my mouth. I pull back to where just the tip is held within the warmth of my mouth and slowly begin to move my tongue around, tasting every bit of him. Slowly I begin to move my tongue around the tip, causing him to moan louder. His grip on my hair tightens slightly as I slowly begin to move his cock in and out of my mouth, sucking gently on his shaft as you would a lolli-pop. Slowly, over the next long moments, I begin to pick up speed with my mouth and my tongue. I settle on a steady pace for both, his moaning almost unheard as his breath quickens and he begins to thrust his hips. Suddenly he stops me. I look at him, confused. He whispers that he doesn’t want release until after I have reached my peak, not like this, not here. Not here? I look around. The beach is beautiful, secluded, and the sun is preparing to rise. He suggests we snuggle and watch the sun make appearance before retreating to the privacy of one of our homes. He pulls me close to him, making it difficult with the warmth of his skin against mine. We watch the sun come up, caressing each other, our tongues seeking each other in their own dance once again.

Slowly we put our clothes back on, hesitantly, torn between the strong desire to please each other and the need for privacy from the sun and soon to be crowded beach. Once again clothed, we stand to fold the blanket and return it to the trunk of his car. It ends up in the back seat. On the way back to my car we agree that we would meet at my place; it’s closer and we agree that our passion cannot wait.