The beginning (a little elaboration/continuation of Butches and Babes)

The Beginning
Earlier that evening we had been talking outside. The night was beautiful but a little chilly and she had been shivering slightly, holding her usual evening glass of wine. I had new movies for her and she had old books for me. She intrigued me, I felt like she had a lot to say, or maybe just express. I found her insanely attractive from the first time I saw her, actually mistaking her for a little dyke. Little did I know then that there was a husband to follow.
My roommate said hi and they were chatting in no time. I didn't take long for us to be “adopted” as surrogate children and treated accordingly. She was very Betty Page meets soccer mom, heavily tattooed but all in places that could be covered with normal attire. Dress ranging from preppy to biker chick, Armani glasses that fit her face impeccably, and almost always shoes with a heel. She was instantly accepting, one of those people you feel like you've known forever. At first I saw her as more on the straight-laced side but fairly laid back then I saw the devil tattoo on her leg and realized I wasn't really seeing who she was yet, this started an infatuation with her despite the fact that she was twice my age.
Through the course of our chatting on the deck I learned that she was actually bisexual, and that her husband allowed her the freedom of exploring that particular aspect of her personality. (Later I would learn it was really much more complicated than that)
Though she liked girls she had drama and it had soured her to those strictly liking girls and not swinging both ways. That and there are interesting unspoken and spoken rules for those in open relationships that can be hard for third parties to understand and even harder to follow. I have been in that predicament before myself and it really sucks for everyone involved.
Anyway, here she was now, through a series of random events, pretty much starting over. We eventually got to talking about books, I love reading and writing and always had, she too loved to read. I gave her the book that I had just finished, it was by one of my favorite lesbian authors who wrote from the Victorian era, and she loved it. We traded books and movies, I was becoming attracted to her intellectualism and our similarity in taste. We would talk about a lot of things and neither of us is shy so the conversation could get interesting. She was crazy and I enjoyed listening to her speak. I loved the way she formed her words and spoke them passionately, as though you were the only one meant to hear it.
It was one of these nights on the deck chatting that really had her under my skin. She was talking about some dish that she made or was good at making and was describing it vividly, mimicking intense pleasure at the imagined taste of the sauce she was describing. I was so caught up that I think my mouth may have been slightly ajar, I turned away quickly sure that I was blushing at her description and the look on her face. I felt like we were in some enclosed space and she was telling me some intimate detail of her life. I looked back but wasn't hearing her because I was focused on her mouth as she spoke and when she moaned at some remembered detail I looked away again. I imagined food was not the only thing that could elicit that look of pleasure. I was turned on, it caught me by surprise and that made it hotter. She made the mistake of telling me what type of woman she found attractive and I never missed a chance to show her how closely I fit the image. She liked em butch looking but still femme if they felt like it. Kinda hard to find to much of that butch aspect with Bi girls... I don't know what it is about that.
I am subtle but can be right to the point when I wanted something and I wanted her. I knew this was going to take patience and I looked forward to it. One morning I was looking particularly cute since I was on my way to the beach. I was wearing short shorts that showed the definition in my legs from being a distance runner, and my favorite bikini top that was little more than two triangles with string, The shorts hung low, just below my hips, and made my stomach look almost too thin in contrast to my jutting hip bones. It was a sexy look and it hit its mark. I walked down to invite her to join me at the beach knowing full well she wouldn't.
She opened the door for me and struggled to keep her eyes on my face. Her gaze slid down to the waist-band of my shorts and quickly back up again. I turned when my roommate came down but out of the corner of my eye I could see her stealing another glance, mission accomplished.
We made small talk for a minute then I left her for the beach, appreciating the tension I was building for myself. I liked that she was starting to squirm a bit when I stood near her, getting a bit flustered perhaps. It was all in my head IM sure, though she knew I wanted her or at least I figured she knew. She said she would never sleep with me or my roommate because she had taken us as her surrogate children. To this I usually replied that I had never agreed to that particular categorization and still wanted to sleep with her.
One night I headed down to her apartment on my way out and knocked lightly on the door. I just wanted to see if she was finished with the books and movies she had borrowed. Her husbands car was gone but hers was there still parked out front next to mine. I was going out for the night dressed in a new pair of jeans that had that slightly tattered worn look, and a beater on top. My hair was pulled back low so as not to interfere with the low fitted black cap I had cocked to one side. I had a thick black belt holding my jeans just below my hip bones. It was the butches and babes contest at a club my friend worked for and though I normally went “babe”, I couldn't find anything to wear. I also borrowed my roommates strap-on for added realism. Standing in front of the mirror for my final check I was impressed, I was hot. I had the butch body which helped. My arms were muscular and toned as well as my back and stomach from years of athletics and strict continued maintenance. I had also gotten thin lately, working to much and not eating enough, but it suited me well and highlighted my strong bone structure. I attempted to make the fact that I was packing as inconspicuous as possible and managed to maneuver to a barely detectable bulge held in place by tight boxer briefs. I looked like a sexy, clean-cut man, my tattoos and small chest adding to the effect,
Finally she answered the door, cracking it as first then opening it wider when she saw it was me. “Hey, what's up? Come in.” she said. The place smelled great and she walked into the kitchen as I spoke, I followed her, stopping in the entrance way to lean against the wall. I said that I was just wondering if she had finished all the books and what she had thought about them. She turned and smiled, saying how much she had liked the last book I had given her. Only the stove light was on and I noticed she had goosebumps though her arm was reaching over hot steaming pots.
She was wearing a tight fitting nightgown of sorts. It was short coming to just about mid thigh on her. She was barely over five feet and it would be little more than a tight shirt on me. She was in amazing shape, her legs were so sexy, probably from the heels she wore on a daily basis. Same for her ass which looked high and tight through the cloth that barely covered it. She had a tiny flat stomach leading up to large breasts that somehow were not out of proportion for her. She had a beautiful face with light hazelish-green eyes, and blond hair with intense highlights. Her hair was cut short and meant to be worn messy which was just how she had it.
As I looked at her I noticed that she seemed a bit fidgety and stole quick glances toward me. More specifically toward my crotch, which due to the angle I was leaning, was bulging conspicuously. I stood up straight rather quickly and made a comment about attending the Butches and Babes event later that evening. “Ah”, she replied, “heading out for the evening then?” I said that I had promised I would go and asked what she was doing for the night. Staying in to catch up on some reading was her answer as she reached above her to the cupboard. As she opened it the bowls within wavered and I rushed behind her putting my hands up to catch them before they fell on her. I pushed against her lightly in the process of putting the dishes back into the cupboard and I began to get flustered, I knew she felt my stiffness against her back.
I turned, walking out of the kitchen and taking a seat in the chair closest to the entrance. She busied herself over a pot briefly, saying over her shoulder she would grab the book in a second. I inquired where her husband was and she said out with the boys. It would have been boring to go anyway she said giggling as she walked into the room. She handed me three of the four books telling me that the fourth was her mission for the night. As she winked at me I noticed which of the titles was missing. I had given her my whole lesbian erotica collection, the last of which was now gone. I inquired as to what she thought so far and she replied that she liked them a lot and that it was a good series. I tell her the last book is the best by far and that I had read it in one day. To that she replied that it would be a long and tortuous night then. By this time she was back in the kitchen removing dishes. I asked why so long and tortuous and she said smiling that with her husband gone she would be left to her own devices. That left me to my imagination thinking about what those devices might be and how she might use them.
I stood up and walked to the countertop, she was in the cupboard behind me placing us back to back. I imagined her alone in bed reading my favorite erotica stories, one hand moving under the sheet, flipping pages and holding the book with the other hand. I turned around and placing my hands on either side of her on the countertop bent to whisper in her ear. Maybe some of my devices could be of use. I caught her by surprise and heard a sigh catch in her throat. If the cock I was wearing had been real, it would have been rock hard.
My mouth was still close to her ear, I knew I should stop, I probably already went to far but I wanted her and she wasn't exactly pushing me away. I caught the very edge of her ear with my teeth but let go quickly, fearing her reaction. I was aching to push her against the counter with my hips. I could hear her breathing, I wondered if her heart was racing like mine. Taking a chance I took one hand off the countertop and grabbed her hip, pulling her into me. She pushed against me simultaneously causing a moan to escape my lips. Jesus I moaned into her ear.
She reached her hand back around to fumble with my belt and suddenly I was at attention. I grabbed her hand and put it back in front of her, placing it as mine had been. I undid the button and zipper still keeping one hand on the countertop, now covered by one of hers. Her nails dug into me as she heard the zipper slide. I was bending slightly over her, still in a position to whisper in her ear. My breath was hot on her ear and she backed into me, grinding her ass against my hips. I stood pulling her up straight as well. Reaching my hand down to the hem of her gown I fingered it thoughtfully before pulling it up slowly and eventually over her head. She was wearing a thong and her ass was nicer than I had thought. God I wanted to push her thong away and fuck her roughly against the countertop. Not wanting her to feel to exposed I took off my own top and pressed my skin against hers. She bent over, putting her hands on the countertop in front of her. I ran my fingertips across the soft tan skin then leaned over and kissed up her spine the muscles in her back tensed as I blew on a spot I had just kissed. My fingers found her nipples already stiff with pleasure. She moaned between ragged breaths as I pinched and pulled at them playfully then rolled them between my fingertips. I slid my hand down her stomach and between her thighs. I twirled her hair around my fingers and tugged gently. “Fuck” she breathed. I slid a finger down lower, it was my turn to curse, she was dripping wet and cried out as I flicked my finger across her clit.
Suddenly she turned around to face me, she kissed my chest as her hands pushed my pants down further off my ass. Cupping my package in her hand she pushed it back hard against me. She tugged at the waistband of my boxer briefs and I was happy to oblige. I pulled them down moving away from the countertop and luckily not tripping in the process. She knelt in front of me kissing my hip bones and just below my navel. Her hand was stroking my cock up and down as she kissed around it. Her fingers found the slit in the leather and she stroked my clit. I thought I was gonna come right then watching her lips wrap around my cock. She took as much as she could, gagging on it before slowly letting it out of her mouth then taking it in again. I had never wanted to be a guy more in my life than in that moment, I wanted to be inside her. I pulled her up to me and walked around to the living room. My jeans were around my ankles with the boxer briefs but I somehow managed to move quickly. The couch was the perfect height and she was quickly bent over it grasping the fabric in front of her. I grabbed her hips pressing into her, I slid in easily, her warmth pulling me in. She strained against me taking all seven inches then letting me pull out completely before slamming back into her again. She cried out into the couch begging me to go harder. I grasped her hips pulling her into me roughly, sweat was pouring from both of us and the air clicked on throwing a chill wave our way just in time. The extreme difference felt amazing. Her body smacked into mine muscles strained and tense. Reaching around I played with her clit fingering the piercing above then teasing her with no direct contact.
I pulled her off the edge of the couch and sat down, she climbed over me with a devilish look on her face. Grabbing my cock, she rubbed it across her clit, letting me just barely enter her she would then pull off again. She kept pushing the base of the cock against me, it was driving me crazy. I grabbed her sitting her down hard on me. Moaning she immediately started riding me. She ground into me, taking every inch and reaching down to finger herself. Her head was thrown back breathing becoming fast, moving faster on me.
Finally I gabbed her hips and heaved her over to the part of the couch we weren't currently occupying. Her eyes widened in surprise and I leaned over, covering her mouth with my own. I flicked her tongue with mine, I kissed her lips, then her earlobes then down to her collarbone. From her collarbone I wasted no time moving down to her hipbones. She arched slightly as I kissed the hollows of her hips. I breathed hot air across her mound which was emanating its own heat. Dipping my tongue between her lips, I taste how much she wants me. Her fingers tangle in my hair as my tongue teases her clit, her body quivers and I lift up so that I am over her, looking at her face. My hips are pressed against hers, her legs spread and hanging, one haphazardly over the couch and the other on the coffee table. Reaching her hand down she starts to stroke me again, pulling me toward her, into her. God she's tight, I could feel it as I pushed into her, her legs were wrapped around my waist heels digging into me. I was moaning and I realized she was to. Her legs tightened around me and she starting coming on my cock with a cry, me coming right after.
I moved slowly in and out, drawing it out as long as I could for her and myself. Gradually I pulled out and sat up somewhat on the couch. Looking at her I had to laugh, never say never I said with a wink. Hearing a car door slam I jerked my pants up over my hips. I didn't know whether it was her husband or not but really didn't want to take that chance. Standing quickly I grabbed the books off the counter where I had left them. She pulled her shirt down over her hips and was smoothing the front just as the door opened. Looking up her husband seemed surprised to see me standing there and I ushered past him as fast as I could, calling over my shoulder to have a good night.
Getting in my car I could not believe what had just happened. Did I really just fuck my neighbor like that? I was beyond aroused and still breathing heavy from a combination of exertion and fear at possibly being caught. I didn't know if I could ever look at her again without smiling and thinking about her bent over the couch with me gripping her ass and pushing hard into her. I heard tapping on my window and jerked in fear. As though coming out of a fog I gradually realized that the tapping was on a window but not on my car window. It was on the window in my bedroom and I was still in bed. The tapping was of tree branches that were in serious need of some trimming. It was already light out and I was sweating despite the breeze coming in the window. For a second I sat there confused as to how I got there when I was just going out for the night. I had to convince myself it was a dream. I was still excited, my cheeks looking flushed in the mirror in front of my bed. It felt so completely real, and judging by the dampness between my legs and the way I felt I had had an orgasm while I slept. It still excites me to this day when I think about it, the source of many excited and flushed cheek dreams. After that night I became consumed, oddly enough not with wanting to fuck her but with wanting her to fuck me.
Not to long after that dream she disappeared for a few days and when my roommate and I saw her again she informed us that she had left her husband and was now working at a clothing optional hotel and resort of sorts and was living there as well. It was a good move for her and soon my roommate and I were seeing her there almost as much as we did when she lived right downstairs from us. I liked where she worked, particularly the seclusion of it and the no tan lines part was nice too.
One night in particular we happened to be sitting on the rooftop of the building where she worked talking and drinking wine. We had also toked on some decent reefer and though my roommate and I were high, she not being a regular smoker, was tanked. The conversation eventually made its way to sex as it usually does with me and we started talking about wanting to sleep with her and why. She was curious, seeming surprised that my roommate and I were so attracted to her. I thought it excited her, she was attracted to us and knowing that we wanted her was exciting. She was adamant about not licking either of our pussies (her words, not mine) but finally agreed to kiss my roommate once with that being the only sexual contact she would ever get out of her. My roommate managed to get her to relent even from that and to say to give it a couple weeks. She proceeded then to kiss her, giving her tongue a thrashing with her own that she wouldn't soon forget. Finishing she stood up and came over to kiss me. I stopped her saying that I wanted her to kiss me because she wanted to and was attracted to me not because my roommate was constantly egging it on. She was sitting close to me and moved into me slightly. My heart was racing as she leaned in to kiss me. I wanted to kiss her so badly but this wasn't at all how I had pictured it.
Her lips touched mine, lightly at first then parting them letting her tongue slip between. Her tongue pressed into mine, teasing me with light prodding. It was nothing like the way she had kissed my roommate and I forgot for a second how to kiss, maybe even my name. I started to kiss her back but to late, she was already pulling away from me. Standing up she turned to go leaning in a bit of a tipsy manner. I watched her walk down the stairs before getting up to leave myself.
I showed myself out and walking to my car felt strangely confused about the whole thing. I got in my car and drove home, not even turning the radio on. I showered immediately, letting the hot water work its magic. I stayed in there for awhile and when I finally got out I realized that it was later than I had thought. I didn't really have anything to do per se but I wanted to be up early anyway so it was time for bed.
I turned back my sheets thinking about her kissing me again. I was annoyed at myself for having blown the only chance I might get and now would have to resort to my imagination. I climbed into bed and pulled the sheets up enjoying their warmth on my partially burned body. I didn't burn where I thought I would and burned everywhere else, figures. I got comfortable stretching out then turning onto my stomach for a more comfortable position. I was trying to remember what it was like to kiss her, mentally I kicked myself again and vowed not to screw up again, should I be so lucky. I felt tortured, thinking about her lips on mine, her tongue in my mouth. I can't even remember kissing back, god she must think, I don't even want to think about it.
In my head it went differently. My hand was now at the top of my shorts, sliding discreetly underneath. Though the covers were over me I still felt slightly exposed.
Getting up to go I call her name out and follow her to the top of the stairs. I suddenly remember how to speak. She stops and turns, looking at me with a look I haven't seen before. I go to her, taking her face in my hands and kissing her square on the lips. This time my tongue did all the parting. I kissed her hungrily pushing my tongue into her mouth to dart against hers.
In bed my fingers were playing with the hairs of my mound, winding and tugging, teasing myself. Not wanting to touch my clit to quickly, I was already so excited.
My hands grabbed her ass, pulling her up to meet my lips. She made a noise and I wondered how wet I had made her before I had even touched her. Her hands were now holding my face and mine dropped down to her breasts, fingering her nipple piercings. I tugged them through the shirt making her moan. I pushed and rolled them around in my fingertips wanting badly to pull her dress up and put them in my mouth.
I couldn't help but touch myself, I was so wet it was ridiculous. I slid my fingers around my wetness stroking my clit every once in awhile. I wanted to come but liked torturing myself, the same way she tortures me only I get off this time.
Her hand is against me, rubbing my jeans making me catch her bottom lip in my teeth as she gained momentum. I put a hand against the wall to steady myself and pushed my hips into her hand. “God, I'm so wet” I whispered in her ear. “Fuck” she breathed in response picking up her pace against my jeans.
I slid two fingers down my wetness and started to move my fingers in and out. I imagined her undoing my button and pulling my jeans open impatiently. Her hand sliding into my underwear moaning “Oh god” as she felt how wet I was.
She strokes my clit pulling my shirt up with her other hand and teasing my nipple with her tongue. Her teeth pull at me, causing me to inhale sharply. I push her hand into me about to beg when she finally fills me. She makes me wish she were wearing a strap on at the moment.
My own fingers stroking me I imagined her with a cock of her own. I would love to get on my knees in front of her and give her the best blow job I have ever given. I had a feeling it would be her first. I imagined what it would be like, taking her into my mouth, stroking her shaft, pushing it back into her.
Her hands are in my hair pulling me into her, hitting her cock on the back of my throat. She was so excited the band to the strap on slid easily between her legs. She was enjoying her first BJ, pulling my head back almost all the way before letting her cock fill my mouth again. I wanted to be the strip of leather between her legs and saying as much slid my finger between it and her. “Oh Fuck” she repeats as I continue to slide my finger up and down the leather strip. I move my finger in time with my mouth going up and down her shaft.
Then she was pulling my hair harder, cumming as her cock filled my mouth. Bending down she pulled me to her and kissed me erotically. The taste of rubber was in my mouth and for a second I worried what she would think. I knew what I thought, I wanted her to take me roughly, fucking me until she fell exhausted against me finally spent. For now my imagination would have to do. Her kissing me only served to frustrate me more. I had built so much sexual tension within myself, it was driving me mad.

I wanted relief from the aching I felt, I ended up pacing one night, so frustrated I couldn't even be around anyone. I had tried doing some lifting, eventually switching to boxing in an attempt to exhaust myself. I fell across my bed dripping sweat and muscles quivering. Images from my past dreams and fantasies flashed through my head. Stripped images, worn down to their most primal beginnings. I wanted her to rage against me, push me against the wall, forget my name in her passion. I wanted her hands tearing at my clothes, tearing at me. I couldn't sleep, my dreams were filled with it. Jesus, Fuck I can't do this anymore. I grabbed my phone and texted her that I would be there in 10 minutes. I doubted she would even see it as late as it was but on the off chance she looked... I raced over not even sure of what I was going to say if anything. I contemplated just grabbing her and kissing her before I said a word but doubted I would try something so bold. Her car was in the lot and though that didn't mean she was there for sure at least I knew she was around and had a better chance of catching her.
Usually access is extremely restricted at night but a couple recognized me from the times that I had been there before and I allowed me to follow them in. I went right to her room and knocked lightly, receiving no response I knocked a little harder. It was dark and if she was there she wasn't going to answer for me. Standing in front of her window I paused, I saw her reflection before I felt her.
Her breath was hot on the back of my neck, I stood still fearing she would move away. One hand circled my waist pulling me to her. I felt the stiffness against my ass, she had managed to hide it well despite her small frame. I put my arms above me on the wall, back tensing at her touch. Her hands were pushing my shirt up, her lips hit my skin and all the air I had been holding escaped my lips. Goose bumps rose on my exposed flesh as she continued to kiss my back. Biting my shoulder blade she grabbed my hips tightly and moaned into me. “I want you baby, IM sorry” she breathed.
All I could say was “Please don't stop touching me.”, barely getting out the last of it as she kissed my back again and ran her tongue up my spine. I grabbed her hand with mine and squeezed it, bringing it to my lips. Slipping her finger into the warm wetness of my mouth flicked my tongue across it rapidly. Her hips moved almost imperceptibly against me. I felt her hold her breath as I grabbed her other hand and shoved it down my pants and into my bikini bottoms. I was soaked before she had even touched me, she had already been fucking me all day in my head. She fingered me roughly, no more in the mood for sensitivity than I was. Subconsciously my hips started to move with her hand. Undoing my shorts I Suddenly remembered that we were still out in a hallway. Grabbing her hand I pulled her around the corner with me. This time she was facing me and I kissed her slowly. Her lips were soft on mine. Her hands were on my chest nearly standing on her toes to reach my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her up to me. Her lips pulled away from mine watching me as she put her hand back down my pants. My mouth was slightly open to hers, breath coming in hot pants on her lips. She pressed her fingers into me as she ran her tongue over my teeth. She couldn't fuck me in the corner, even here, and that's what I wanted.
“Please....” was all I could get out. Half a smile played at her lips, clearly she was enjoying this torture. Turning me around so that my back was now against the wall she knelt in front of me and started kissing my stomach. My shorts were still open and she kissed across the top of my bikini bottoms, reaching my hipbones she nibbled and bit, It tickled and a giggle escaped my lips. She smiled, kissing her way back up to my breasts, teasing each nipple with licking and sucking. I put my hands on the rail behind me squeezing it tightly as she worked ,my nipples in her mouth. I loved to have my nipples played with, between that and her finger still on my clit I was ready to come. I moaned, this time it was my turn to pull on her hair.
“Fuck, IM gonna come for you, God don't stop.” She had no intention of stopping now and biting my nipple she moaned. I did come for her, pressing her head into my chest as she continued to stroke me lightly, still breathing heavy. We rolled on the wall again and this time her back was to it. I leaned into her hand, pressing my body flush against hers. “I want you to fuck me, please.... fuck me.” She grabbed my hand and put it on her crotch, she wanted me to feel what I was begging for.
I pressed it against her, half tempted to just say to hell with it and drop my pants right there. It was a game of seduction and we played it well. She had no idea how badly I wanted her to fuck me. Usually it was the other way around but for some reason I couldn't stop thinking about it... fantasizing about it. I wanted her to dominate me completely, it was in her personality, not so far under the surface I thought. I could not and would not wait any longer, I only knew of one place that potentially had access and headed off in that direction, not turning to see if she would follow. I knew she would, it came from different places but we both needed it.
It was deserted, everyone was either on the roof or in their rooms. It could have been full for all I cared. I walked through the lobby area to the other side and through the door. The smell of fabric softener was strong but I liked it. I stood for a second letting the door close behind me before turning around. The laundry room that also happened to have an unused bedroom in the back. I stood listening, my heart was pounding in my ears, it was all I could hear. Just as I was beginning to doubt her the door swung open. Standing in front of me she too let the door close before moving.
“I shouldn't do this, I can't do this...” “You don't want me?” I interrupted grabbing her hands and putting one on the bony middle of my chest and the other on my stomach, hard with tension. Her other hand was falling, now at the top of my breast. As her hands became her own the one at my breast sought my nipple which was sticking out perkily and the other went down my still unbuttoned pants. “Mmm slippery, tell me, how long have you wanted this?” she asked. I couldn't think straight, her fingers were almost inside me. I forgot the question momentarily. She was turning me around slowly, her hand now reaching into my pants from behind me. Reaching my arms over my head I pulled off my shirt, I wasn't even wearing a bra in my to get out of the house. My clit was so hard that every stroke of her fingertip was like a mini-orgasm, though I could feel it leading up to a bigger one. I rested my elbows on the dryer in front of her and she pushed me up even further, leaving almost no space between the front of the dryer and her hand in my pants. God the intensity just felt out of control, she was teasing me again, pushing her fingers in with just enough pressure then taking them out as much as she could against the constraints of fabric. I was begging for it, backing my ass into her. Desperately grabbing her hand with my own I pushed it into to me forcing her fingers inside me. “Oh my God” comes from behind me in a half ragged breath. “More...please more “ was all I could manage. Between breaths she works a fourth finger inside me and her thumb brushes my clit, once more and IM gonna come. Grabbing a towel on the top of the dryer I stuffed it between my teeth. Her thumb started stroking my clit again and I moaned loudly into the towel, I was close already. I pushed back against her, grabbing her hand out of my pants at the same time. It was time to put out the flame that she had sparked.
Her hand was still in mine as I pulled her through the door to the bedroom. I was doing my laundry there and conveniently the load dried was my own with a comforter and a few bath towels. I grabbed them, throwing them on the bed before getting on it myself. Suddenly I felt shy and unsure of what to do next.
She tugged at my pant legs, pulling them down until I could wriggle them off my ass and fling them off the end of one foot. My bikini bottoms were still on and looking at her I slowly untied each side with one hand, pulling the end seductively though the loop until if fell loose at my side. Leaning up I let the fabric fall away from me. She was still standing on the edge of the bed fully dressed. I got up on my knees and grabbed at her shirt pulling her to me. Our lips met perfectly and I let the bunch of shirt fall out of my hand instead feeling for her nipple. I knew I found it even as she gasped, followed soon after with a groan. She pulled her shirt off allowing my mouth full access to whatever I wanted. “Fuck” she half said, half whispered. I rolled my tongue across her nipple and gently tugged at it with my teeth. Her hands were moving up my hair, pulling me into her at the same time. I switched to the other side and this time busied my hands with her pants. I had them down and off in seconds, and she was kicking them away. It was bigger than I thought and how she had managed to hide it was beyond me. It was at least 7 inches and thicker than mine at home, I wanted it all with her thrusting behind it.
I slipped my finger under the fabric of the strap-on, I wanted to feel how badly she wanted me. She was quivering under my touch, spreading her legs just a little bit wider. “You're soaked.” I said “What you didn't believe me when I said I wanted you?” She replied more of a statement than a question. “Mmm” she sounded, half stepping-half pushing she moved me back further onto the bed. She came up over me on all fours then lay with her hips between my legs. Her cock was pressing into the very top of my inner thigh, some quick maneuvering on her part and she started to slip in. It was bigger than I was used to but I was so aroused it didn't hurt in the least. Oh...fuck, that feels amazing I breathed out forgetting to take in another breath till my lungs reflexed.. I wrapped my legs around her, pulling her as far into me as I could. It felt great but it wasn't the fantasy that had been burning away at me and I wasn't going to wait for another chance to come up.
I stilled her hips and she pulled out of me slowly, looking slightly worried. She was standing with one foot on the floor and one knee on the bed as I got off the end and walked around to her. Cupping her jaw and cheek in my hand I bring my mouth close. “Mmm...yess” I whispered hotly. I grabbed a finger of her other hand, gliding it up and down over my clit and into my wetness. I moved her finger back up quickly knowing that if I didn't I would leave it there till I came again.
“Thinking about you makes me so wet, thinking about your hands on me, your lips, how you taste...I paused letting her move faster... how you fuck.” I said. I took her finger away and turned around, raising her arm over me to avoid the awkward bend. She raised both hands and rubbed them up and down my back once before giving me a light push causing me to put my hands out in front of me palm down on the blanket.
The cool air felt good and she slid into me abruptly, the combination shocking me. I put my head down between my arms crying out with pleasure and a tiny nit of pain at the quick entry. The pain was gone quickly and she put left hand on the curve of my hip and with the right gave my ass a firm smack. I pushed back against her, my ass slapping against her legs as we gained a rhythm. My clit was humming from the vibration, both hands were on my hips now, pulling me back hard onto her. “I can feel how tight you are.” she whispered, slowing to make her point then pushing back into me. She was starting to moan, she shifted and was now hitting my clit with every stroke. She was rubbing her own on the thick leather strap, eyes half-lidded as she got closer to coming. I was close too. She was pulling all the way out and pushing hard back into me. I couldn't hold it much longer, I was going to come hard. Her breath was coming short and fast, she was coming behind me. Hearing her moan as she came pushed over the edge and I started to come with her. My fingers lost their grip on the edge of the bed as she came above me, pushing all the way into me and at last collapsing from the effort.
Still inside me her hips twitched a little bit reminding me of how sensitive I can be after I come. I crawled up a little so that we were spooning, her arm draped over my hips. She made no move and neither did I, just laying silently. Her hand eventually made its way up and down my body, fingertips dragging lightly on my skin. “Don't do that.” I said, fully aware of how I was still responding to that touch despite the orgasms id already had. She kissed between my shoulder blades giving me a chill that I had to shake off. My nipples could have cut glass they were so hard. Reaching my fingers down I traced circles around my clit which was beyond wet from coming just before. She was starting to move her hips again, her cock still inside rocking in and out of me. “Fuck I want you again.” There was nothing but authority in her tone this time, she was taking what she wanted, nothing less. She began rocking harder into me as we lay side by side. She reached over and moved my hand out of the way so that she could stroke my clit, moving her fingers quickly back and forth. “Oh God, IM gonna come for you again.” I moaned. She rolled onto me, holding her upper torso up and pressing her lower body into me. I ended up back where we had started, on my back and her on top of me. She was between my legs and up over me again, looking at me. She had that heady look of sex in her eyes which IM sure was mirrored by my own.
This time she let her hand guide it in then left it there to finger my clit. I raked my nails down her back before reaching for handfuls of her ass as it moved up and down with the motion of fucking me. I pushed my hips hard into hers, I couldn't wait. I wished she could feel me tighten around her. “Im coming, don't stop...” I cried. Squeezing her tightly between my hips I came. She followed seconds later, a peaceful expression coming to her face as she fell onto me, head resting on my chest. For the last two hours it was only her and I in a world far away. It was silent now except for the sounds of our breathing.
I knew she would never fuck me again and I didn't want her too. She would be the first and only woman to ever fuck me. I got up and dressed, quietly slipping out the door. I never looked back, afraid to break the spell. My legs shook as I walked to the car. Maybe the best one yet, who would have thought.