Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Second Date 2

Nikki took a while getting cleaned up before we left for dinner. She had the bathroom door open while she was finishing her hair and makeup and, since we were having a conversation, I stood leaning against the doorjamb. I had a great view. I could see her face and hair in the mirror and see her ass and hair from behind. I wasn’t exactly falling for Nikki but I damn sure liked the way she looked—pretty face, beautiful hair, and a little bit more backside than you might at first expect. And, her passion was undeniably attractive. No doubt about that. I couldn't figure out how any guy married to a woman with that much sexual energy could keep his hands off her for days let alone months or years.

She finished brushing her hair, turned and said, “Ready. Where are we going?”
“Just a little place around the corner... it should be quiet on a weeknight after eight,” I said.

Quiet it was. We were seated at a square table with a white tablecloth. If the table top was a baseball diamond I was sitting between 3rd base and home plate and Nikki was between home and first so that my right knee was near her left knee. There were two other tables taken in the whole restaurant. A couple sat at one out of our line-of-sight on the other side of the room, and three older gentlemen were having after-dinner drinks at one about 30 feet away from us. We were facing them and they clearly approved of Nikki’s appearance as much as I did. I had followed her into the room and the click of her high heels on the tile had drawn their attention. They followed her all the way through the room with their eyes. I glanced at them and they were all smiling. One of the guys lifted his eyebrows, nodded and smiled at me. Sort of a silent "attaboy" from a drunk.


I ordered a drink and Nikki the abstainer got sparkling water. We looked at the menu, ordered our meals, and talked. I felt like we were on display a bit. It didn’t bother me, but I was hoping the old guys would drink up and hit the road soon. She leaned towards me at one point and as she did I leaned towards her. Her lips were near my right ear.
“Those guys over there are wondering if you’re getting laid tonight,” she said.
“No they aren’t,” I said.
“Oh, I think so," she said.
“No, Nikki. They’re just trying to remember what it was like.”
“Like what was like?”
Her dark eyes were on fire.
“What it was like to get their cocks sucked by a woman that looked like you,” I said.
“Oh, that’s soooo sweet!" she said with a snort. "Tell me, darling, are you getting a blowjob tonight?"
“I don’t know, the night’s still young. But it is a school night... so... I don’t know.”

While I spoke she had put her left hand, the one adorned with thousands of dollars worth of diamonds, on my right leg under the table and was sliding it slowly along my inner thigh towards my crotch. The thought crossed my mind that she was insatiable and I was the luckiest guy to ever date someone from a chat room. By the time her hand got to her goal my cock was stiff. Her palm slid across the head, then stopped on top of the shaft. She rolled her fingertips back and forth across the tip.
“My, look who’s making another appearance,” she said.
“You’re a very bad little girl,” I said.
“I might be. But I’m loving every second we’re together, Wil.”

I put my hand on top of hers. If she kept going she was going to make me cum in my pants. I wasn’t sure if the guys across the restaurant could see what she was doing, but I was pretty sure that they thought she was giving me a handjob. When I had placed my right hand on top of her left she turned her hand over and intertwined her fingers with mine. She leaned closer. “I forgot something,” she said.
“What did you forget, Nik?”
“Oh, I'm just so silly. I left my panties somewhere in your bedroom,”
“Well, I guess we’ll just have to go back and get them after dinner,” I said, trying to sound put out. I was as unbelievable as she was when she called herself "silly."
“Yes. I suppose we will. Of course, in the meantime, lover, there’s nothing between your fingers and something you really seem to like…” She had moved our hands, locked together, to her left leg. She let go and I left my hand on her leg just at the hem of her short gray skirt. I could feel the lace top of her stockings under my fingers.
“You know, I have to live in this town, Nikki. If we get arrested for indecent exposure…”
And right then the waiter was at the table with our food.
I heard the three drinkin’ buddies laugh.

As we finished the meal Nikki insisted that she pay. I thanked her, but declined the offer. “Don’t be a pain,” she said, “You paid the last time.”
After some back and forth I finally said, “Fair enough, but don’t think you can take advantage of me just because you bought me dinner.”
“Are you kidding? You had two drinks and a dinner. I’m getting my money’s worth tonight, big boy!”

She paid cash, left a nice tip, and we rode back to my place in her luxury sedan.
“Would you like to come in?” I said.
“Oh... maybe for just a minute,” she said.
We both smiled.

On the walk to the front door Nikki said, “Back at the restaurant you said I was being a bad little girl, Wil.”
“Yes, I did.”
“What do you think should be done with a bad girl?”
"I dunno, Nikki. But I'll come up with sumpthin'."
I unlocked the door and held it open for her.

Friday, August 20, 2010

Second Date

I arrived at the shopping center about ten minutes late—it was damn near impossible to get out of the office before 6:30. Leaving at 6 felt like I had worked a half day. The parking lot was packed, this being back two crashes ago when the economy was booming, so I spent another ten minutes driving around waiting for a spot to open up.

When I walked in the bookstore I didn’t see Nikki in the café where we were to meet. The main floor of the store was a few feet lower than the café level and I scanned the place looking for her. Didn’t see her-- but she could be on the upper floor. I headed for the escalators towards the back of the mammoth store. I never considered that she had stood me up but I figured she could be late, heck she might just be looking for a parking place like I had been. But, I wondered, if she was in the store, what section would she be browsing?
My first guess from what I knew of her was the Philosophy/ Psychology area. Besides, that’s the best place to look for hot babes in a bookstore. Sure, they might be “troubled chicks,” but that’s the price you pay. (Pay gladly, maybe. I've heard psycho-sex can be fun. Ahem.) A lot of good this wisdom does anyone today now that bookstores seem to be inexorably following record stores down the swirling toilet bowl of retail history. I won't go down that sidetrack now, however.

I found the Philosophy/Psychology aisle, looked down the row, and there she was. She was paging through a book and didn’t see me. I strolled past the row, then turned back and looked at her from an angle slightly behind her and about fifteen feet to her left. She was wearing a gray suit, the skirt of which was just as short and well-tailored as the black one she was wearing the first time we met. Her pumps were a darker gray suede. I felt my dick twitch. I walked down the aisle as if I was browsing the books on the other shelves until I was directly behind her. She still hadn’t noticed me. I turned and stepped up behind her looking over her shoulder, and said, “What the hell is the Celestine Prophecy anyway?” She didn’t jump, but did turn to face me.
“I knew it was you behind me you know,” Nikki said.
“So you saw me.”
“No. I just knew it was you.”
She smiled at me beautifully.
“Ah, so that’s what the book’s about. Apparently I’m a Celestine and you prophesied that I was behind you,” I said.
“Seriously, you don’t know about this book? It’s been out for a few years. My girlfriend told me about it. I’m going to pick it up if we have time.”
“Sure,” I said, “I’ll be out front if you don’t mind.”
She made a mock pouty face. “You can’t stand in line with me?”
Meeting at this bookstore was a really bad idea. Too close to where I lived.
“OK. You talked me into it.”
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As it turned out her car was parked pretty close to mine. I pointed to where my car was and told her to follow me to a little restaurant just past my townhouse as I opened her car door and she got in. She looked up before I shut the door and said, “Wil, do we have reservations-- or do we have time to stop by your place first?”
“We don’t have to be anywhere at any time tonight,” I said.
“Good,” she said, “So we can go to your place?”
“Follow me. Just park in the driveway when we get there.”

We entered the house from the garage. To the left down the hall was the living room, kitchen, and dining room. The master bath was straight across the hall and the bedroom was to the right. Nikki went through the door first, turned to the right, and headed straight to the bedroom. I followed her and we kissed while standing at the end of the bed. From the way she kissed I got the impression she had enjoyed the last time we had been in this room. I helped her take her suit jacket off and put it on the bed. With no hesitation I unbuttoned her skirt and slid the zipper down. I pushed the skirt over her hips and it fell to the floor. I put my hands on her waist and pushed her down onto the bed. I caught her black lace panties and pulled them off over her thigh highs and heels. I put the palm of my right hand on her smooth mound. I reminded her that the first time we were together I had missed out on eating her pussy. “I know,” she said softly.
I stood at the foot of the bed, reaching down and running a single finger lightly between her pussy lips while I looked at her face. She was looking right into my eyes. Her head, on the bed, was surrounded by lots of thick blonde hair. Her eyes were dark and dancing. She started to grab at her small breasts through her pale pink blouse and bra. The tip of her tongue ran, barely visible, along her lower lip and she was breathing slowly but heavily.

I got on the floor and completely covered her opening with my open mouth. I pushed my flattened tongue onto her sex and moved around her until everything was as juicy as a fresh-picked tree-ripened peach. Then I backed my face a few inches away and split her lips apart with the index and middle fingers of my right hand while pressing my thumb just between her ass cheeks. I started flicking her slit from bottom to top with my tongue. Back and forth. Up and down. I kept my fingers outside of her on her outer lips. I could feel her squirming under me. She was getting more vocal.
“Make all the noise you want, baby,” I told her. "Nobody will bother us."
She made sound deep in her throat. I pulled back to look at her and she was clutching at her tits with her head rolling from side to side. Her shirt was still buttoned. I slid my middle finger into her cunt, palm up, and worked it into her while I pressed the middle of my tongue against her clit and moved my head in a small circle. She gasped and I put a second finger into her, twisting my hand as I worked it in and then back out of her. I kept fingering and licking while getting directly in front of her.

Then Nikki put her legs around me, grabbed my head with both hands, and pulled me towards her as if she wanted my face to enter her. She let go with an “oooooofuckfuck gawdfuckfuckfuck oooooooo gawwwwwwwdddddddd”
I didn't let up on her. I moved my left hand near my mouth and began to rub across her clit with some pressure and pushed three fingers of my right hand into her wet little cunt. She let go with a shriek followed by another long moan. Her hips rolled several times. Then she held motionless for a moment before her gasping sounded almost like a puppy whimpering.

At this point I still hadn’t even gotten my shirt off. I left Nikki on the bed and stood back looking at her sprawled there. She was still breathing hard when she finally opened her eyes and looked at me. I wondered if she was now a spent little slut too worn out to fuck.
“Take the rest of your clothes off,” I said.
She didn't protest and I watched her quickly take her pumps, hose, blouse, and bra off. I was certain she wasn’t too tired. I got completely undressed and Nikki said, “Are you gonna fuck me, baby?”
“Yeah. I am.”
“Are you gonna put that hard cock in me?”
I chuckled and walked up to the night stand, opened the drawer, and pulled a condom packet off the end of a strip I had put there before leaving for work that morning.
I peeled it open and unrolled the slightly gold-colored, lubricated rubber onto my stiff dick. I looked over and saw that Nikki had been watching me. When she saw me looking she said, “Oh yeah...put it all in me. Does my pussy look good baby?”
“It’s the best, Nik”
“I took special care getting ready this morning ‘cause I knew you’d be all over it tonight, baby.”
“Good thinkin’, slut,” I said as I stepped back to the foot of the bed, got between her legs, and lifted them into the air by getting my hands behind her knees. With her calves against my chest I reached down and worked the tip of my cock between her pretty pussy lips. I pushed down and then forward and slid deep into her. She wasn’t a big girl, and I knew from our time before that she was a tight fit. But we could have both been made out of Teflon the way everything slipped together nearly friction free.

After a few strokes we caught a good rhythm. I always figure that if I play Marvin & Tammi’s “Your Precious Love” in my head—the opening bars before the vocals—that’s a good starting point. And it was, but soon Nikki wanted it faster so before long I had my hands pressed down into her ass with her legs pushed back over her shoulders and I was pounding it into her fast and deep.
Hell, the little married thing was screaming for it.
And when I finally shot my load she was soaked with sweat.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Long Drive Home For Nikki

I walked Nikki out to her car. It was about 11PM and I calculated she wouldn’t get to her home in Orange County until about 1 in the morning. She didn’t seem concerned about what her husband would say about her stumbling in during the wee small hours. Before she drove off we agreed that our first date had gone well and that a second one was definitely in order.

I went back inside and turned on the TV looking for ball scores. Nikki had been gone about fifteen minutes when the phone rang. Very few calls I get after 10 at night are good. I muted the TV and picked up the cordless phone by the living room couch. It was Nikki.

“D'ja already go to bed?”
“Nah. Why, do I sound like I’m asleep?”
“Not really,” she said, “Do you mind talking to me while I drive?”
“Afraid you’ll fall asleep?”
“No. I’m too worked up to sleep,” Nikki said.
Worked up? You shoulda just spent the night.”
She laughed.
“I wish,” she said.

I didn’t know what we were going to talk about, but for about the next forty-five minutes or so we conversed without too much dead air. Mostly she talked and I listened, I suppose. She really was wound up. On the other hand, I was ready to go to sleep. I figured our varying energy levels were due to her being about ten years younger than me. (I later found out she’s sixteen years younger than me.) Around midnight the battery in my cordless phone was going dead. I told her this and said she could call me back in about ten minutes if she still wanted to talk. I was surprised when she said she would.

I used the bathroom, brushed my teeth, washed up, turned all the lights out, got undressed, and hit the sack. I was drifting off to sleep when the phone rang. It was Nikki calling back. I told her I was in bed, in the dark.
“Mmmmm… that sounds good... I think I’ll pull off the road at the next exit and find a safe place to park.”
I chuckled softly.
It turned out she was serious and in about five minutes we were talking to each other while she was working her pussy with a toy she had in her purse and I was, well hell, I was stroking my cock. The conversation progressed, ahem, nicely. She got off loudly right after I told her what a filthy cock-loving little slut she was. And hearing her moan, scream, pant, and cum tripped my switch and I unloaded into the top sheet I had wrapped around my dick.

Yes, a second date would be required.

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Early the next week we talked on the phone during the work day. She said she could swing a business trip up to my area the following Tuesday. I looked at my calendar-- I was going to be in town with no evening commitments so I agreed that Tuesday evening would be good. Rather than suggest a restaurant I gave her the address of a huge bookstore near my home. We decided to meet at 7 in the café in the store.


Sometimes you know that something is starting out so fast that it can't possibly last. And some of those times you don't really give a damn because you know that as long as it does last it's going to be a great fucking ride.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Later

I read somewhere of a study that claimed that a man who believes he is in competition for a particular female will release more semen in intercourse with said female. The idea is that somewhere in the wiring of the male brain a signal is transmitted that attempts to increase the odds of coming up with the champion sperm by flooding the battlefield with little soldiers.

Now I didn’t think of myself as being in any competition with Nikki’s husband, but I was damn sure officially bangin’ his wife now, so maybe that deep recess of my brain issued the order to fill her pussy with cum because I shot a big load in her. After I came Nikki fell forward on her stomach and I flipped onto my back next to her. Immediately she started to kiss my stomach and then downward further and further until she was licking and sucking my cock again. I was getting less hard by the second, but she was lapping up everything she could.

All of my nerve endings in that area were over-stimulated and I couldn't take any more attention.
I reached down with my left hand, got it under her thick hair at the back of her neck, and slid her up next to me. My mouth was right next to her ear and I said, softly, “You like the taste of your own pussy, baby?”
“Mmmmmm,” she whispered, “I love the taste of it and your cum mixed together.”
I smiled.
“And, well, I like to play with your cock, too,” Nikki said, “But you stopped me earlier.”
“Yeah, so I could fuck you from behind…”
“Yeah,” she said.
She looked at me, our faces inches apart, and grinned.
“And did you like fucking me, baby?”

I laughed.
“Yeah, Nik, you’re a hot little fuck. But I screwed up.”
She pulled away a foot or so.
“How?” she said with a look of deep concern. Or mock concern, I couldn’t tell.
“I should’ve eaten you first. You have the cutest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
Nikki smiled.
“I shave every morning in the shower,” she said.
“Every day?”
“Yep.”
I didn’t say anything.
Then, after at least a minute of silence I said, “That sounds like a lot of trouble. I don’t even shave every day. I skip Saturdays usually.”
“I like the way it feels when I keep it shaved,” she said.
“I’d have to go along with that,” I said.

The idea of her going to the trouble of shaving her pussy every day for nobody but herself got me to wondering. If it was true that her husband wasn’t getting things done in the bedroom, and I believed that it was, well... was anyone else fuckin’ her. I thought about that for a minute or two since, after all, I hadn't used a condom. There were a lot of reasons why that was dumb. Hell, for all I knew she wanted to get pregnant and hubby was sterile. I didn’t think that, in e-mails and phone conversations, she had ever said that she wasn’t getting laid, just that her husband had stopped being interested in her. For some reason I had assumed that meant she wasn’t getting any cock. My good mood started to darken a little.

“Wil?” Nikki said.
I turned to look at her.
“Is it too soon for you to… you know…?”
“Only one way to find out for sure,” I said.

Nikki hopped up and quickly positioned herself down between my legs as I stacked some pillows under my head to see the show. She started pulling on me with her left hand. As I began to stiffen she swirled the tip of her tongue around the head of my cock. Her tits were so tiny that I could easily see her right hand go between her legs as she began playing with her cute, bald pussy.

I stopped wondering whether anyone else was fucking her.