The Greatest

The front door opens and you walk in, “You and Cheryl have fun shopping?”

“Most definitely!  We found some good stuff— pretty cheap too!”

“That’s good,” I say as I watch you walk past me to the bedroom— your little booty just jigglin’ away.  I hear you yell from the bedroom, wondering if we’re going to do anything tonight.

“Maybe just a quiet night.”

Dressed for a quiet night at home, you return wearing your normal lounging v-neck shirt and a pair of sweats and sit next to me on the couch, then, as you tie your hair up, you ask me, “Who’s playing?”

“Duke and North Carolina… again.”

“Aren’t you tired of watching college basketball?”

“Not much to watch on Saturdays.”

“Oh really?  I was watching something pretty good this morning.”

“You ain’t gon’ let me live that one down are you?”

“Live it down,” you say, “That was so fucking HOT!”

“Really?”

“YES!  But I have a question for you; who were you really thinking about?”

“I was thinking about you.”

I see the look on your face as you doodie-up your lips as you doubt the fact I could wake up and miss you so much that I jack myself off.

She rearranges herself by turning sideways on the couch to face me, then curling a leg and sitting on her foot while the foot rests on the floor she says, “Well, just in case you’re serious— and you were thinking about me, then that’s sweet.”

You hesitate, then continue, “In fact, you were so sexy, thinking about me that I had to touch myself—“

“I saw that,” I say with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“Well, do you know why I sucked your dick?”

“Because you had to have me?”

“Shut up,” you say as you slap me on the leg.

“Alright— why did you suck my dick?”

“No.  I’m not going to tell you,” you say with a pout.”

“Oh come on!  You gotta tell me now.”

“You promise not to hold it against me?”

“I promise.”

“Because I had to have you,” you say with a smile, “and I’ve been horny ever since— I had to change my panties twice today!”

“How horny are you,” I ask.

“Horny enough to let you do that thing you been asking for, whatever it is.”

I’ve been waiting for this day.  I stand up and offer my hand to you, with you knowing, if you take it, you agree to do whatever I ask.  

And with a look of excitement tinged with a hint of anxiety of the unknown, you reach out, take my hand and stand up.  I step to you and let my senses drink you in…

Your big beautiful smile, your full lips, your natural hair pulled back into an afro puff, your caramel colored skin, your 5’ 4” frame with your 34 C cup breasts, and your thick little booty.

I stoop down and lock my hands together behind your knees and lift you up so your breasts are at mouth level.  You wrap your arms around my head and pull yourself to me!  I slowly loosen my grip and let you slide down until your ass is within my grip— and I hold you there while I lock my lips against yours as your tongue goes wild, dancing with mine!

I slowly drop you down until your feet touch the floor, never letting your lips away from me though! I release my grip then reach back behind your knees and sweep you off your feet and carry you to the bedroom where I gently lay you on the bed and immediately untie the drawstring on your sweats.  You grab your shirt and begin to pull it over your head when I put my hand on yours and stop you, “Did I say you could move?”

You should have seen your eyes just now— and I wonder; did you mean to lick your lips? I straddle your thighs and take your hands, placing them over your head and tell you, “Don’t move.” You smile and start to breathe heavily, anticipating what’s to cum.   I stand at the side of the bed and pull your sweats off and throw them across the room, then, as I turn back to look at you, I see your freshly trimmed pussy.

“So you liked what you saw today,” I ask as I walk around the bed.

“Yes.”

“Close your eyes,” I say, then stand behind you, moving around, but you don’t know what I’m doing. Soon, you feel my weight on the bed behind your head and you can feel me crawling your way.  With your eyes closed, you feel my lips touch yours and you quickly ‘reach out’ to kiss me.  Your soft lips have always made me feel good when you kissed me.  They made me feel literally orgasmic when you sucked my meaty dick for me, wrapping them around me, pleasuring me until I would cum. Thinking about you sucking my dick starts to make me hard.

I sit up, just behind your head and pull your shirt off and throw it across the room as well, leaving your beautiful body nude with your nipples erect from a slight chill in the air. I lean over you again and this time, leave a trail of kisses from your mouth down to your chin, then your neck. Slowly, very slowly I move down to your breasts.  I feel your breath against my chest as I take turns licking your nipples then taking both breasts in my hands and squeeze them as I take your whole areola in my mouth and pleasure you!

You try to reach up but I stop you, telling you, “Do I need to restrain you?”

“No.  I won’t move anymore— I promise.”

“You better not,” I say in a stern voice.

I move downward, kissing your rib cage, then down to your stomach and then, when I almost get to your fat little pussy mound, I feel the tip of my dick brush against your cheek. You turn your head and take me between your lips and suck me!

“Mm… you feel good, baby,” I say before I place my lips against you softly at first, then slowly I increase the pressure, then opening my mouth, sucking on your fleshy vulva.

“Oh God.”

Excited, you raise your chin, trying to take all of me but I back away, saying, “No, not yet.”  But you don’t listen, you reach up and grab my dick and balls with both hands and pull me into you!

“Woman!  What did I say?”

You don’t answer, not because you fearing you’ll be in trouble, but because you’re just plain busy!

Your actions make me get up and go over to the dresser and find a few pairs of nylon hose to tie you up— spread eagle on the bed.

I pull the nylons tightly against your skin, ensuring you can’t move anymore.  I then say, “Open your eyes and look at me.”  You look down past your breasts and I see you lick your lips again when you see my raging hard dick pointing at you.  I crawl on the bed and straddle your gorgeous breasts and just touch the head of my cock against your lips.  You raise up and take me between your full lips, sliding your tongue over and around me, making me feel more than good when I say, “Since you liked watching before, you’re gon’ love this.

I take hold my thickness and begin slowly stroking myself!  

“Oh God— are you kidding me?  Let me out!”

“Shhh,” I say as I continue stroking my meat barely an inch away from your lips.

“You are SO wrong,” you say laughing.  “You know you love it when I suck your dick so you’re the one missing out.”

“I know you’re the one who loves sucking my dick— so you’re missing out too.”

I hear you, saying, “Please,” defiantly, but you never look away.  Do you?  No you don’t. Instead, you look intently at me as I slowly, agonizingly slowly for you, stroke myself until I’m as hard as a rock.

“You wastin’ that dick— you know that right?”

“I know.”  Still straddling YOU and stroking myself— sometimes allowing my dick to touch your lips— I REACH BACK AND FEEL FOR YOUR PUSSY; I feel your navel, then your pubic mound, then your wetness— oh my god your wetness!  YOUR BEAUTIFUL PUSSY IS SOAKING WET RIGHT NOW— ISN’T IT?

“Yes, fuck yes!”

I bring my hand up to my lips and taste you, “Damn, baby, you taste like honey.”  I slide my fingers along you again and put them on my tongue, “I can savor you all day.”

“Oh God!”

I tease you by sliding a finger inside your smooth honey-dipped walls and playing with your little bulb, then reach up and trail my fingers along your clitoral stem. “You can’t see it, bae, but I know you can feel it… my two fingers on either side of your clit, stroking it up and down while my right hand is full of my dick!

“Ohhhh….God… ohhhh,”

The feel of this big dick in my hand is exciting, knowing I can make you cum with it; it’s thickness, the large head, that line where I was cut, making me black and tan.  I take some of your essence and put it on me, lubricating myself with YOU.  My dick is slick now and starting to get sensitive.  Looking down at your sexy-ass breasts is gon’ send me over the top— damn you look good with those dark nipples and large areola!  And your moans!  Oh my god, I hear your moans— Your moans drive me crazy!  I love hearing your voice, hearing you moan, I LOVE HEARING YOU CUM!  

Fuck, teasing you is gonna make me cum!  I’m more sensitive now; with each stroke I feel myself going past that point of no return!

“Give it to me.”

“What?  This nut?”

“Yes!  Or ima kill you,” you say, laughing.  But I know you’re serious.

“Damn, baby, it’s gon’ be a big one,” I say, breathing hard, anticipating this nut.

“Raise my head up.”  

“Oh shit, I’m cumming!”

“Hurry up,” you say as you try to raise your head and open your mouth widely!  With no time left, I grab a fistful of your hair and lift your head from the mattress and stick this big dick in your mouth and explode!   You try not to gag as I release…

“Mmmph… mmmph… mmm…”

Your eyes are shut tightly as you concentrate, trying to take all of me!  I stroke this dick, giving you all of me, as you wince.  I pull away, fearing you may choke, but all I see is my cream dribbling down the sides of your mouth before you put your lips together and swallow me up and say between breaths, “come back.”

I support the back of your head gently and place myself between your lips, letting you finish.  

“Fuck, woman.”

I reach back and slide my fingers along your clit again, distracting you from my dick…

“Mmm…”

“Mmmph…”

Sliding my fingers along that stem…

“Mmmmm…”

You whimper…

“Mmmmm…”

And moan…

“MMMM…”

Until….

You start shaking! With my dick still between your lips, you have the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever felt, spraying your essence over down your thighs with every stroke of my fingers along your engorged pussy! You pull hard against the restraints as waves of kinetic energy wash over you, making every muscle in your sexy body tremble!  I see your toes curl, your calves tense, your stomach tight, your nipples— HARD!

Like the ocean tide, the waves of orgasmic pleasure subside and ease you back to solid ground as you lay your head back away from me.   I see you breathing hard, almost panting, and trying to regain your composure.

“THIS is what you been wanting to do?”

“Yeah.”

“Can we make a date for next Saturday?”

Lazy Day  Part 1 I awaken for the second time today, this time of my own accord as I stand on the patio overlooking my spacious back lot that rolls down toward the pond and is lined on either side with tall oak and sycamore trees— This time of year they are adorned with bright orange and red leaves.  Seeing an otherwise dreary Indiana day where it’s still raining off and on, there is a ray of sunshine making the day brighter; I turn around and looking through the patio doors, I see her sprawled out on the bed— nude— where only a sheet partially covers her bare backside and legs! Pam is fast asleep after our “episode” early this morning.   As much shit as we both talked over the weeks preceding our connection in Vegas, I never thought it would continue being this intense or last this long.   I turn away and continue looking out over the backyard. Over the past two weeks, I couldn’t stop thinking about her, of course the sex is great, but it couldn’t be that great for me without some kind of connection, and to be honest, that’s what scares me. The both of us have been divorced for just a short time now; our kids in college and we both have what could be described, at best, as decent relationships with our exes.  It’s too soon to be falling for someone else just yet. But damn if we don’t have that connection! When I turn back around and look at her, I notice something… I walk over to the bed and slowly slide the sheet down, pulling it toward her feet and I finally get a chance to look at her… to really see her at peace.  Pam’s laying on her stomach, her box braids pulled up on her head and looking elegant even after sleeping on them. Her petite ears and attractive profile, her full lips, the entire vision of her is gorgeous— she sleeps so peacefully.  One of her breasts peeks out from underneath her torso… she’s just too sexy! I pull the sheet down farther to reveal her round ass and thick thighs!  With one leg laying straight and the other raised with the knee up by her waist— I get a glimpse of her sex— oh my god, the self-control needed to keep from crawling up behind her and doing something to all of that!  Instead, I sit down and study her; the gentle “s” curves, the juxtaposition of her skin tone and the sheets, even her legs and feet— all I need is time. Another hour or so goes by and I get up from my seat and walk into the bathroom, remove what few clothes I’m wearing and start the shower.  I step in and feel the hot water raining down on me and I begin to feel reinvigorated!   “Damn that feels good,” I say under my breath as I stand directly under the shower head.  A moment goes by and I hear a click and feel an on-rush of cool air from behind me.   I can feel the smile forming on my face as I hear the door click shut behind me and feel her hands caressing my back. “Sleep well?” “Mmm yes,” she replies as she wraps her arms around me, then laughs, “SOMEBODY put my ass to sleep!” “Ha!  I’m glad I could be of assistance.” “You did more than assist.” “I did?” “Definitely!  You reminded me of some things.” I didn’t know what the fuck she was getting at.  But I didn’t want to ruin the moment so I just said, “Good.”  We stand in the shower for the next few minutes, silent, letting the water run over us. Her hands begin to follow the contours of my chest as she continues, “You made me realize someone appreciates me for more than being a mother or a housemaid; That someone recognizes the fact what I do at work is frustrating and is very stressful. Got it. “You reminded me of what it was like to have some passion in my life again— and it feels good. Thank you.” “You don’t have to thank me,” I tell her.  “Don’t you realize what you’ve done for me?” I feel her head pull away from my back, “I’m listening,” she says. I turn to face her.  I see her squinting, trying to make eye contact with me as the water runs down her face as I tell her, “I’ve got my soulmate back.” Her shoulders droop and the smile on her face is tempered with sadness.   I ask her, “What’s wrong?” “You’re beautiful.” I’ve never heard that before.  “And that’s a bad thing?” “No,” she laughs, “of course not.  I’m going to miss the hell out of you when I have to leave tomorrow.” “Is that what this about?” “I lost you once,” she says shaking her head ‘no’, “I don’t want to lose you again.” Seeing the raw emotion evident on her face, I gently take her jaw in my hand and lift it just enough to lean forward and press my full lips against hers.  I feel her melt into my arms! This woman— The taste of her lips and tongue as they caress mine; The feel of the hot water rushing over us; the sight of this heavenly melanized creature from God’s hand; my senses are overloaded!  She’s making me remember what romance is like.  I wasn’t lying, she has come back into my life for a reason— and I’m not letting her go! I kiss her again— deeply— I want her to remember this kiss!  My hands roam over her ‘goddess’ figure, paying special attention to her curves! Every subtle mound, every crease— my hands explore every inch of her, taking her, holding her right where I want her while my lips communicate just how deeply I want her! Just then, she is renewed. I feel the energy in her build then she pushes me away! With my back against the shower wall, standing directly beneath the shower head, the water misses my head and falls between us.  She stands in front of me with a lustful look I haven’t seen before. Oh— oh I’m getting’ hard. She looks around and finds the shower gel, squeezes a healthy amount into her hand and starts lathering me.  Her hands follow the landscape of my body; first my pecs, then down to my abs, my sides, and down to my thighs.  She kneels down and slides her hands along my legs, past my knees, then feels the shape of my calf muscles.  She moves closer to me now, letting the water rain down on her as she massages the back of my thighs.  She rests the side of her face against my thigh, facing my hardness.  Her lips now mere inches away from me.  Her hands slide up between my muscular thighs, washing my scrotum slowly, seductively while she looks at ‘me’, twitching, then wraps her delicate hand around me and starts massaging me.   She has me moaning.   Slowly sliding her hand back and forth she has me breathing hard.  Her seductive show played perfectly, has me wanting more.  She applies a single, slow, kiss to the side of my trunk before she stands up.   My head is spinning! The steamy air, the feel of her hands on me— I can feel my orgasm nearing!   “Oh shit,” I mumble. I see her smile and inch closer to me. She has me pointing straight up and stares me in the eye while stroking my shaft with one hand massaging my balls with the other… And then it happens… With her still gazing into my soul, I lose all cool points— leaning back against the shower wall, looking down and ejaculating profusely! “FUCK!” The slippery white essence obscures any view of our beautiful black skin until the water showering down upon us slowly washes it away.  I look up to match her gaze but find her looking down at her hand as it surrounds me.  She looks up at me and says, “Nigga, that was a lot!”

Lazy Day pt 2

“You really feel like watching TV?” Pam asks me as we sit on the couch, wearing terry cloth bathrobes.   “You bored?” “Mm… kinda.” “I thought you wanted to stay in and chill.” “I do.” I look at her through squinted eyes, “You horny?” “A little.” Surprised, I ask, “Seriously?” She has her back up against my shoulder and her feet up on the couch, when she turns to me and says, “Oh, baby, make no mistake— I’m good!  But YOU were the one nuttin’ up a storm in the shower this morning,” she says, laughing, “So YOU should be TOTALLY satisfied!” “You’re stupid,” I say, shaking my head and laughing.  “What’chu wanting?” She looks at me sheepishly and answers, “I don’t want you to think I’m strange.” “Really— With the things we’ve done?  Let yourself go; what do you want me to do for you, baby?” Again with the puppy-dog eyes she says, “Would you rub my feet?” “Oh, you kinky little slut,” I say with a smile on my face.  She laughs as she lays out on her stomach, and puts her feet on my lap as she channel surfs. I start massaging her feet; first the ball, then I make my way to the arch and then the heel, over the top of her feet and back down to the toes, giving each one special attention. She moans, “Oh my God that feels so good.” She finds a cable music channel, puts the remote control down and lays her head on the arm rest. “I’m glad we had time to catch up,” she says. “I am too.” “You know, when you move to Atlanta, you can rub my feet every day for me after I get off work.” “Oh?” “Sure,” she says, laughing. “You’re just bundle of jokes today aren’t you?” “Well, Ric, you know… I was serious about one thing.” “Me moving down to Atlanta.” “Yeah.  I mean, if, you would ever consider it,” she says, somewhat cautiously.  “Is your business something that you could relocate?” “I never thought about it.” “I meant it when I said didn’t want to lose you again.”   “What makes you think you’d lose me?” “Please, a long distance relationship?  As much as YOU like sex?  It’ll never work.” “As much as I like sex?” She looks back at me and smiles then turns away again. “Oh, you got jokes, I see.” I’d been thinking about it.  But of course, I didn’t say anything.  I was worried that I was moving too quickly.  But it does seem right— everything about the time we’ve spent together seems right and she’s been thinking about it.   “What about your kids?” “What about them?  They’re in college and they know me and their father are over.” “Won’t they think it’s strange; me walking into the picture so quickly after you and their father get divorced?” “Well, if it’s a problem, they’ll get over it.” Surprised, I respond, “Really?” “Yes.  I’ve been through a lot the last sixteen years.  Dealing with a selfish individual that never allowed me to be me.  I’ve always had to fight for everything; Companionship, autonomy, someone to have my back when I needed it, even had to be careful of my weight— it was just too much— fuck it.  She knows her dad’s an asshole.” “She?  Is he your son’s father as well?” “No.” “Is your son close with his biological father?” “Richard? Not at all.” “Oh, that’s too bad.” “Yes.  Yes it is.  The worst part is, it didn’t have to be that way.” “That’s tragic.  His father was kind of an asshole too, huh?” “Um, not really,” she says with a strangely fond tone, “It wasn’t really his fault— things just happened.” “Oh, okay,” I say, not wanting to be nosy.   I slide my hands under her robe along her legs and massage her calves. “You definitely have a touch, Ric” she says in a hushed, almost sultry tone. “So tell me; why did you get divorced?” “It was fucked up,” I say, shaking my head.   “I felt like she never gave me what I needed.”   “You felt like?” “Right.  She wouldn’t agree.” “Well, that’s to be expected.” “Was it about sex?” “Partially. But mostly, I felt she took me for granted.” “In what way?” “Well, I won’t bore you with the specifics, but if I’m gonna take care of my queen, I want my queen to take care of me.” “Alright, alright.” “We had our kids then we went our separate ways.” “You’re still friends?” “Yes, and if she needs something, well, she is my kid’s mother and we spent a long time together so I’ll always have love for her.” “So you stayed together for the kids?” “And until she finished college.” “Oh she put herself through school?” I smile, “Kinda.” “Kinda?” “She worked hard and graduated summa cum laude.  She’s a smart woman.  I just paid for it.” “So you made sure she was set?” Yeah. She gives me a compassionate smile and goes back to laying her head on the arm rest.   She hears her phone ringing in the kitchen and goes to answer it.  So I go to the studio and get what I’ve been working on and bring it back to the living room.  I get back and I see her on her phone in the kitchen, speaking in a hushed tone, with her back to the living room.  At the time, I don’t think much about it.  I put my project down on the coffee table and wait for her to come back.  A half hour goes by and she finally comes back… “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude.” “You’re good.”   She sets her phone down on the end table next to where she was laying her head but before she can lay down, she notices the project I set on the long coffee table she just walked past. “What’s this?” “That?  Just something I worked on while you were asleep earlier.” “What is it?” “It’s a sketch.” “Of what?” “Take the cover off and find out,” I tell her, laughing. “Is it of me?” “Will you take the damn cover off?” “Okay, okay,” she says laughing. She opens the cover paper and sees it’s a colored pencil sketch of her, laying on the bed, nearly nude. “I LOVE it!” She leans over to me and gives me a tight hug and kiss on the cheek— I’ve never seen her smile this big before. She gets up, “I gotta go pee, I’ll be right back.  Get ready, I’ma do something for you!” “Seriously?” She laughs and runs to the bathroom.  No sooner does she shut the door, her phone goes off.  It goes to voicemail. It rings again and goes to voicemail. It rings a third time, this time I call out to her, “Your phone’s been ringing steady.  It might be important.” She chimes back, “Answer it, please.” So I pick up, “Pam’s phone.” <CLICK> Hmm. Alright. A few minutes later, she turns the corner and walks down the hall, coming back to the living room.  With every step she takes, she comes more into focus.   “Who was it?” “I don’t know— they hung up.” “Really?  That’s strange.  Oh well.” She picks up her phone, looks at her recent calls, shrugs her shoulders then syncs it with my sound system, next thing I know, her Jill Scott playlist is on! Oh shit. She stands directly in front of me obscuring any view of the TV, unties the sash on her robe, then puts her hands on her hips and shifts her weight to one side; showing me her luxurious growth of pubic hair and says, “whatcha gonna do with all this?” She extends her hand so I follow her lead and stand up.  She opens my robe, rubs her hands over my chest, trailing a finger over my nipple, then puts her arms around me and begins moving to the seductive music.  I move with her, looking in her eyes and squeezing her tighter when I hear the lyrics; “…got me dickmotized and wantin’ more…” My hands wander down and grab her plump ass and squeeze. “…I imagine myself on my knees…” I lean down and kiss her deeply, then suck on her bottom lip. “… waiting for you to come over and free me…” She moans softly while we kiss, sensually grinding her mound against my manhood, making it push hard against her.  My hands have a mind of their own, exploring her voluptuous backside, then moving up to her round hips, and finally, her dark nippled, pendulous breasts.  I take them in my hands and massage them deeply then bend over and put my mouth on her, licking and sucking her nipples tenderly, seductively, making her moan again.  She quickly reaches up and grabs on to my shoulders, steadying herself and saying… “Whew, that mouth.” She reaches down and takes hold of my dick… firmly, and begins to stroke me.  She looks up at me with those deep, dark brown eyes and says, what do you want to do to me? “You don’t want to know.” “You’re right,” she says, “I don’t.” Then steps back and drops her robe to the floor and gives me the same stare she gave me in the shower.  Then, almost imperceptibly, her lips part as she raises her chin.  I reach out quickly, grabbing her by her deliciously fat ass and pull her to me, then put my hand to her throat, looking at her reaction closely.  She gasps for air but exhibits a subtle smile. I ask her, “Are you my sexy slut today?” “Yes,” she says, so I ask her, “You ever have your throat fucked?” “Not yet,” she says with a sly smile. “Kneel down.” She follows my command and grabs my dick and I say, “No— no hands.” She wraps her lips around the tip of my dick and sucks me in.  Working the head like a champ, she makes my knees weak, moving her head while slurping and licking me, then switching it up by long-stroking me with those beautiful lips!   I take control by placing one hand on the back of her box braids and the other on the base of my dick, and feed it to her, easing every inch down her throat until her bottom lip is against my balls and… And hold her there! Then I let go of her, letting her back away and breathe.  She gasps and wipes the saliva from her chin and readies herself as I grip the back of her head again and pull her to me, this time, it’s like we straight fuckin’!  She moans as the saliva drips down onto her breasts while I deep dick that throat!  Then, when I pull out again, allowing her to breathe, she changes position and I can see drops of her wetness on the floor… That’s enough for me! I help her up as she gains her breath, then in one swift movement, stoop down, grab that wonderfully fat ass and stand up, lifting her off the ground, then walking her over to the wall.  I pin her against it, then loop my arms underneath her legs, spreading them widely apart.  Pam snakes an arm down and grabs me, then guides me in as I lower her dripping wet pussy down on me! Her eyes close, and I hear a faint, “Ooh yes…” as the head goes in and I rotate my hips, pushing my dick up in her!   I tell her, “Oh shit you feel good, baby!” Thrust after thrust, I fuck the hell out of this gorgeous woman!  Her breasts pressed tightly against me, and her back against the wall— she has nowhere to hide and takes every… damn… inch… of me! “UGH!” Her eyes shut tightly as my thrusts push her up along the wall… “Ugh,” She exhales… With my lips pressed against hers, and breathing heavily, she says, “I’m… I’m…. oh shit!” I thrust again! “Ugh!”  Her arms wrap around me like a boa constrictor; not letting me go. “Oh God, oh God…” she whimpers. Her body tightens up, every muscle contracting as she cums hard— I feel the warmth of her excitement on my thighs as… as… “Oh fuck!” I’m coming!  My dick is so hard, I feel like I’m going to pop, and then—- I release!   Her eyes roll back as she feels me explode inside her!  Holding her tightly, I carry her over to the couch and gently lay her down.  Still inside her, she opens her eyes and we stare at each other for a minute, smiling and kissing like we did years ago, that summer before senior year, and then…. <RING> “Wait a second, baby.”  She reaches over her head and picks up her phone, looks at the display and says, “I need to get this.” “Can’t it wait?” “Um… no.”  I get up, and no sooner do I roll over, she runs all the way to the bathroom before she answers her phone. “What the fuck?”

Lazy Day pt 3 Sitting on the couch, wearing my robe again, I wait for Pam to come back from her call.  She turns the corner and walks toward me, looking sheepish. I ask her, “Everything okay?” “Sure— why?” “You got up and ran out when we were having a moment.  I figured it was something serious.” “Oh, well, yes it was important.” “Do you need to head back to Atlanta?” “No, not yet.” She picks up a vibe from the look that I’m giving her, a look that says, “This shit’s fucked up.” “Look,” she says, carefully measuring her words, “I’m not ready to tell you everything that I’ve been through the last eighteen years.  Can you be patient with me?” I wait a moment before I answer, “Your business is your business, I ain’t about being nosy, but if there’s anything I can do, or if you need someone to talk to, I’m here.” “Oh, you’re the last— I mean, that’s sweet, but you’re the last person I would want to bother with any of my problems, Ric.“ I’m curious as fuck now!  But I chill.   “Alright, bae.” “You wanna watch some TV?” Twenty minutes ago, she was bored with TV, now she wants to watch it.  Whatever, it is what it is. “Sure.” “Are you sure?  You look mad.” “I’m good.” She plops down on the couch beside me, shoulder to shoulder and starts channel surfing.  She finally settles on something, I don’t remember what it was but we sit there for awhile, not saying much until she puts her hand on my leg and turns to me… “I really need you to be understanding right now, please.” “I’m good, gimme a hug.” She leans in and we embrace, holding the embrace for a few minutes while we both become more at ease with the situation.  She smiles at me and leans her head on my shoulder.  I can feel her relax. “Lay here,” I tell her.  She lays her head on my lap while I gently massage her until she falls asleep. Whatever the problem is, it’s taking a toll on her.  I watch TV for the next half hour or so before she begins to stir.  I pull her robe open so I can rub her back, “hey, sleepy-head.” “Hey,” she says in a somewhat foggy state.  “How long was I out?” “Not sure, ‘bout thirty minutes I guess.” “Sorry about that.” “You don’t have to be sorry.” “Thank you, Ric, but we were having a nice time and all—“ “Let me stop you there— okay?  You are not a problem.  Just wait til you see some of my issues!” “Oh God!  Let me leave now,” she says laughing.   Waking more and more by the minute, she gets up, sits on one leg and lets the other hang off the couch.  Slightly uneasy, she looks down and finds a way to begin the conversation she’s been meaning to have for a long time now, “There are a couple things I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.” I look at her intently. “Before we got together a couple of weeks ago, I hadn’t had sex in a couple of years.  During my marriage, we had sex whenever he wanted, but never when I wanted.  He never wanted to please me, it was just me pleasing him or laying there with my legs open while he pumped away.  I haven’t enjoyed sex since that last time you and I were together.” “That summer was great.  That time when we were watching Jason’s Lyric,” I shake my head, fondly remembering our first encounter. “Well, I was specifically talking about our LAST time together— when I came back for Christmas break my sophomore year.” “Oh, THAT time,” I say, REALLY fondly remembering that encounter! “Yes that time, silly.” I won’t forget it; I kept working after high school and tried to take some classes locally while she went off to school.  We lost contact until that night, December 21st, when she came back to town and stopped by the store to see me.  We hugged, made some small talk and made arrangements to go to a movie and catch up.  I told her I would drop by her mom’s place and pick her up but she insisted she could swing by my parents place.  I remember thinking ‘cool’.  We were a mess!  We flirted with each other ALL NIGHT, ‘accidentally’  brushing our hands across each other, grabbing each others hand while we walked— just being close, too close.  So we get back from the movie and we’re laughing and having a good time when I ask her if she wants to come inside.  Like me, she wasn’t wanting the night to end so quickly so she said, “sure.”   So we go to my room and I shut the door and turn up the stereo.  We were simply talking when the mood changed— to be honest, I was horny for her all night.  We were going through some of my hip hop cd’s when I noticed a mark on her left ring finger.  I didn’t think much about it at the time, so I went back to talking about how bad NWA needed Ice Cube and some other stuff when she interrupted me and told me how much she missed me and that she wasn’t sure if she’d ever come back.  There was a hint of desperation in her voice but  at the time I couldn’t place it.  The way I felt about her, it only took a look and I pushed my cd collection to the side and laid her back on my bed!  I slid my hand under her thick sweater and felt her breasts over her silky bra.  Her nipples are hard and sensitive, whenever my fingers brushed against them she would jump.  Breathing heavily, she asked me, “Can you do that thing you do?” I just smiled and pulled her jeans down— I didn’t even take them all the way off!  With her feet on the floor and her knees apart, I licked her cute pussy.  She was so horny, her clit was already peeking out.  She put her hands on my high-top fade and pulled me to her.   “I like your part, Ric,” she said, “What made you get a lightning bolt?” I raise my head to answer her, “I dunno,” then go back to eating her pussy.  She removes her hands from my head and opens herself to me, parting her fat lips and letting me suck on her clit… “Oh God,” she screams! “Shit,” I thought!  I hoped my parents didn’t hear her!  I got up and quietly locked the door.  I turned around and saw her laying on the bed, next to my cd case, with her legs on the floor, her knees spread widely, and her hands still placed on her punani… waiting for me to return.  I walk back over to her and unbutton my pants and drop them down to the floor, then bend over and pick up her feet… “What are you doing?” “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you— that’s what I’m doing,” I say with a cockiness to my kid-n-play wanna-be ass.  I lift her legs, putting her knees against her chest— baring the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen in front of me!  With my hands on her legs, she reaches down and grabs my thickness, pointing my stiff dick in the right direction, then pulling me in!  In my haste, I stab her unmercifully at first… “Hey!” “Oh shit, I’m sorry,” I whisper.  I forgot she couldn’t take all of me easily.  I ease myself back and forth as we get a rhythm.  I hear her coo as my stiffness meets her tightness, creating a wetness that emboldened my blindness.  Soon, she was taking all of me!  Her subdued moans turned to screams to the point I had to reach around her legs and put my hand over her mouth!  With every thrust I saw her wince… “Are you okay?” She opens her eyes and nods approval, so I pound her pussy unmercifully!  I want her thinking about ME when she goes back to school!  Soon, she’s feeling too good and I tell her so.  She tells me, “Take my pants off.”   “Seriously?” “Yes, I’m uncomfortable.” I look at her. “Please?” So I comply.  She looks down at me with a big beautiful smile tempered with a horniness that says, ‘hurry the fuck up.’  So I hurry up and take her shoes and pants off then reinsert myself. “Go slow, please.” So I do. I put her legs up to her chest again and take my time, allowing the both of us to feel everything.  She looks into my eyes and tells me… “I love you.” I didn’t realize how much I felt for her, because right then, I felt my climax building!   I tell her, “I’m coming!” I’m about to pull out when she slips her legs around me and locks her ankles— holding me inside her! “What are you doing?  I said I’m coming!” “So cum on then,” she says, “It’s okay.” And then I release!  Being with her has never felt so good!  ‘She’… never felt so good.  We laid there on my ‘single’ sized bed sideways, our heads next to the wall with my legs hanging off the other side and hers wrapped around me.   I look into her eyes and say, “I love you too, Skinny.” We lay there and kiss for the next half hour— until mom knocks on the door saying it’s dinner time and asking if Pam was going to stay! We hadn’t seen each other again until a few weeks ago in Vegas. “So what about it,” I ask her. She grabs her phone from the endtable, searches for something then hands me the phone.  I take it, focus on the picture and it’s of me, wearing a throwback Dominique Wilkins jersey.   But, wait a minute.  I never had a Dominique Wilkins jersey— and this photo is recent!  I look over at Pam… That’s my son Richard, but he likes to be called Ric.

Lazy Day Part 4  The Finale

Long lost… Fuck?  Part 1 Shocked!  That’s how she described the look on my face as she opened the door to room 2517 and greeted me with a smile I haven’t seen in years.   “Pam?” “Ricardo!” She steps back and extends her arms, prompting me to give her a hug.  I step to her, give her the tightest hug and whisper in her ear, “It’s good to see you again.”   While we obviously aren’t the same people we were years ago, her touch takes me back in time.  I take her hands, step back and spread her arms to the side to get a good look at her.

She has beautiful, long, natural hair and is wearing a short, form-fitting “after five” spaghetti-strapped dress that accentuates her breasts and long legs—

Pam looks good and she knows it.  

She smiles and asks, “Well?”

“You look delicious.”

“Stop,” she replies while brushing the hair from her face then smiles and says, “You STILL nasty— I missed that.”  

This ain’t the Pam I knew growing up!  The Pam I knew was a shy tomboy— a cute as hell tomboy— but still a tomboy.  She looks totally different now; more confident, she has a ‘fro now that is perfectly untamed, where back in the day she had that pixie-cut on lock, and on special occasions, she might put in some cubic zirconia.  Now she’s got the big gold hoop earrings and chain with a small pendant that lays in her cleavage, drawing your eyes exactly where she wants you to look!  Back inna day, she was too shy for that shit, wearing basketball jerseys and sweats most of the time. We use to hang out, whether it was playing ball in the park everyday with the whole crew or she and I just chilling in her mom’s basement— we were pretty much inseparable in high school, especially the summer before our senior year.

I guess we shoulda seen what came next;

One rainy afternoon, we were chillin’ at her mom’s while she was working a double shift at the hospital and got comfortable sitting on the couch watching TV.  It was getting late and the sun was going down when ‘Jason’s Lyric’ came on cable.  It was on for a while and it was totally dark in the house when she said I was going to be her pillow and laid her head on my thigh.  We kept watching and when it got to the scene in the field, she started rubbing my thigh.  It didn’t take long before I was on rock. I was embarrassed at first, until she sat up and looked at my bulge.  She looked up at me and said, “If you tell ANYBODY, I’m gonna kill you,” then unbuttons my jeans, pulls me out and starts playing with me.  I reached under her jersey and started rubbing her back, feeling her smooth skin as she stroked me up and down!  She had me feeling real good so I slid my hand down, hooked my thumb under her waist band and pulled her shorts down over her ass. I slid my hand down between her legs and found her wet spot— she was VERY wet!  I slowly slipped a finger inside her.  She laid her head on my thigh and was staring hard at my dick while she stroked me up and down.  I gently pushed another finger into her and it pushed her over the edge because she had me in her mouth and was jacking me off!  She had me feeling REAL good, then all of a sudden, my shit was all sensitive, I was breathing heavier— I didn’t know what was happening to me!  Next thing i knew, she pulls back, starts spitting and I’m shooting all over the place!

It was a mess— WE were a mess!

At that point, it was on!

I remember that summer like it was yesterday; we experimented ALL the time! Her mother was a nurse and worked a lot, leaving Pam alone in the house most mornings. I usually swung by there on the way to the courts, but now, we didn’t get to the courts until later on in the afternoon— it was strange!  Later on, we learned they had a name for that kind of relationship.

It wasn’t long before we tried fucking.  It was awkward cuz I didn’t want to hurt her. Consequently, it took us a week before we got it in!

Go figure! We got to know each other pretty well that summer, going from best friends to best friends with benefits!  Nobody suspected anything changed between us since they all clowned us from jump cuz we spent so much time together anyway!  During our senior year something happened and we started dating other people. It went unsaid, but somehow, usually late at night, we always found our way back to each other when we needed something our relationships couldn’t provide— most times it was someone to talk to that really understood us, but sometimes, all we needed was an orgasm!  I would sneak through her bedroom window, lay on her bed with her and we’d listen to music and talk for hours.  One night, when she seemed kinda stressed and I was horny, I told her to relax while I pulled her panties down.  She asked what I was doing because she wasn’t in the mood to fuck, so I told her to ‘trust me’.  I licked her pussy so good she came at least four times that night. We ended up falling asleep with me between her legs and my head on her stomach. There was something special about that night, but it was the last time we were together during high school. We went our separate ways after graduation.  She went off to college and I worked, started a family some time later and then a business— but I never forgot about her. We hooked up one time about a year after that but haven’t seen each other until today.

Unable to hide the look of surprise on my face, I own what I’m thinking and simply ask her, “What happened to the skinny tomboy that wanted to run around and play ball all day?”   She turns around, showing off her big booty, then looks at me with a sly smile and says, “Two kids.”

“Motherhood definitely agrees with you then.”

She smiles at the compliment, then quickly states, “I know how to dress, trust me!” “Please, I know what I’m looking at— Anyway, men love curves.”   “Well, MOST men.  My ex used to hint I needed to work out more.” “Oh well, sorry to hear that— but I like what I’m seeing!”

She takes my hand and says, “Let’s go to the balcony, you HAVE to see the view,” then turns and leads me through the well-appointed hotel room.  I try not to stare at her but I can’t help it, ‘Skinny’, as we used to call her, is all of 5 feet 8 inches tall in those heels— and THICK!  If I had to guess, she must be 38DD, 28 waist, with 46 inch hips!  Weight? I don’t care!  Her high heels accentuate the curve of her calves and thighs as her legs disappear underneath her dress. Her heart-shaped ass and full breasts have got her busting out of that dress!  It doesn’t help matters that her voluptuous ass shakes with every step she takes!

Focus!

I look up just in time to see her hair come to life as she slides open the glass doors and the hot desert breeze hits us.

“What do you think,” she asks while taking the last few steps toward the wrought iron railing that surrounds the terrace then adds, “Isn’t that sunset beautiful?  I sat out here last night just watching it and drinking some wine.”

“Yes it is,” I say, referring moreso to the way the orange sun highlights her brown skin, her full lips, petite nose and dark brown eyes.  We sit down at the glass patio table situated in the corner of the terrace where I open the bottle of wine and offer her a glass.

“So how long will you be in town?”

“Just overnight,” she says, “I need to head back to Atlanta tomorrow after the seminar concludes.”  

“Only one night with you in Vegas? That’s too bad.”

“Thank you,” she says as she takes the glass and offers a toast, “To old times.”

“To old times.”

She takes a sip and says, “Oh, this IS good… what do you think?”

“Fruity.”

“I know, right?  I don’t like those sour wines!”

“We can get a box of this next time if you want,” I tell her with a smirk on my face.

“Hey, I’m just being real,” she says and then starts laughing, “Maybe that’s my G.I. side coming out!”

“Must be; you can take the girl out of G.I…” I tell her with a smirk that turns into a laugh.

“Oh, but you can’t take the G.I. out of the girl?”

I burst out in laughter.  

“You always were funny,” she says, “Maybe that’s why I had a crush on you back in high school.”

“You had a crush on me?”

“Definitely! After that day in my mother’s basement— Are you kidding me?”

“I… didn’t know,” I say, then take another sip of wine. “I just thought we were ‘friends with benefits’.

“Really?  How about that,” she says, downplaying what I said as she plays with the necklace that lays seductively into her cleavage.

“I thought you wanted to have your freedom.”

“And I thought you wanted yours,” she says.

She traces the rim of her glass with her finger as my earlier comment sinks in.  

“So why is it too bad I have to leave for Atlanta tomorrow?”

“It would be nice to catch up with you.”

“Isn’t that what we’re doing now,” she says.

She always liked to play. I just look at her and smile, thinking to myself ‘and so it begins’.

We watch the sun go down and one drink turns into two, and before long the bottle is half empty. We talk about life, love, family, our ex-spouses, even politics…

And then we get comfortable…

The tension is thick.  Neither of us say anything for the next few minutes but between the furtive glances, the smiles, and the way she plays with her necklace— her body language is screaming at me!  You would think we were shy school kids.  We look out over the city and drink until the bottle is empty… “Vegas is just so beautiful at night”, she says abruptly as she gets up from the table and slowly walks over and leans on the railing.  Her hair and dress blow in the warm desert breeze with the sun setting over the mountains combining to create a truly beautiful image. Bending at the hips and arching her back, she says, “I’ve been thinking about how this night would go.”

My silence causes her to turn around and catch me staring at her sexy ass. I look up and see a smile form as she turns away to look back at the skyline. I get up, step between the table and the railing and take my place behind Pam then reach down and take her by the waist and slowly massage her then ask, “So tell me, how does this night go?”

“Just like this,” she says as my hands roam down to her ass and thighs.

She quickly glances back at me again then laughs.

We had phone sex one night, a few weeks back.  Just the sound of her moaning as I told her what I would do to her made me hard!  She described how wet she got listening to me talk about the sex we had, how much I liked learning how to lick pussy— her pussy— in her bedroom years ago and the sex we were going to have tonight. She asked me how I felt— actually wanted me to describe how my cock felt in my hand while I stroked myself to the sound of her voice!  It was pretty hot!  We made each other cum that night— seven hundred miles apart.

I reach down and take her amazing ass in both hands, caressing her softly at first, then more aggressively, squeezing her ass and pulling her dress upward giving me a peek at her full thighs. I raise her dress all the way up then bend over, take that beautiful round ass of hers in my hands and put my mouth on her, pulling at her thong with my teeth and slowly sliding it down over her plump ass as I kneel behind her.  She puts her feet together, allowing me to slide my hands along her big ass then take her thong and pull it past her thick thighs until they drop down and hit the floor! She steps out of them and returns to her wide legged stance, inviting me!  I move my hand up along her thigh and stroke her, my fingers gliding over her femininity.

She shifts her weight from side to side, spreading her legs even more and shows herself to me!  ‘She’ is beautiful, like a flower blooming, I can’t take it anymore—

I HAVE TO TASTE HER!  

Long Lost… Fuck?  Part 2 Like a starving heathen I bury my face in her ass!

“OH GOD!” She steadies herself on the railing as her legs shake!     She’s got me horny as hell, her taste, her scent, her moans— everything reminds of the summer we spent together ‘back in the day’!  The sun drops down below the mountains and darkness falls over the city, but I don’t realize it until later!  I missed the sunset while I was devouring her— But I can’t stop!   She’s dripping wet, her lips FULLY engorged, and her pussy is wide open to me now— inviting me— Waiting to be fucked…   But I can’t stop feasting on her!  Kissing her, sucking on her— passionately making love to her clitoris until “Oh God! Oh God!” I hold Pam steady as she almost collapses in my arms!  She let’s go of me and grabs onto the rail while her whole body tenses and relaxes… Tenses and relaxes… Over and over she shakes and nearly drops to her knees!  I grip her thighs tightly and pull her to me, making sure she isn’t going anywhere until I finish! Her legs twitch uncontrollably for the next few minutes until finally, it’s over. Slowly, she pushes me away and turns around.  Regaining her breath, she brushes her wind-blown hair out of her face and says, “What… the fuck… did you just do to me?” I stand up and grab a handful of her abundant ass with one hand, and pull her to me then say, “Nothing I haven’t thought about for a long time.” She smiles and brushes the hair out of her face, then with my other hand I lift her chin using my thumb and forefinger so I can look her in the eye and tell her, “I forgot how much I enjoyed making you cum,” and kiss her on her soft, full lips before she smiles and says, “I did too— sit down.”   I look around and find the nearest chair.   “Are you comfortable?” “I’m good.” She kneels in front of me and unzips my pants, pulls out my my semi hard dick then looks up and says… “You’ve thought about this ever since we spoke on the phone haven’t you?” “Every damn night,” I say, smiling.  She laughs, “I never should have told you what I wanted to do to you,” then starts stroking me. Oh my GAWD, I’m in heaven!  Her lips!  Her tongue!  She skillfully slips her spaghetti-straps down over her shoulders and pushes her dress down to expose her large breasts while pleasuring me, never skipping a beat then surrounds my hardness with them and continues sucking me with those soft, soft lips. Oh my God, her breasts and mouth on me— she’s gonna make me cum quick! “Oh Jesus…” My head falls backward and I close my eyes… She moves so sensually, so caringly— it’s like she’s seducing me! I’m moaning and groaning from this beautiful woman pleasuring me, I confess to her that I missed the way she pleases me. She straightens up and leans forward, her ample bosom flattened against my chest and with her lips inches from mine whispers, “I never stopped wanting to.” I lean toward her and kiss her!  The kiss lingers, our tongues slipping and sliding over each other with a fervor.  She kneels between my legs again and this time, eases me past her luscious lips until I am in her throat! “Oh fuck!” The feel of her totally surrounding me is quickly bringing me to the edge! I can feel my sensitivity building!  Remembering that she doesn’t like it in her mouth, I raise my head and warn her, “I’m coming.”   She says nothing, just smiles as she sits back and strokes me with both hands!  I feel like a balloon about to pop, strained to my breaking point… until… She swallows me up before I erupt!  My entire body spasms over and over again as this sexy woman pleasures me.  Unlike years ago when we were younger, now, she welcomes my release.   “Fuck!” This woman just worked me!  Every muscle in my body is dead.  I’m out of breath, exhausted! Pam laughs at the state I’m in. I stand up and look down at her while she remains kneeling, the smile disappearing from her still-youthful face, changing to a look of lust where she KNOWS something good is about to happen. She licks her pouty lips, still glistening from the masterful head she gave me and starts sucking me off again. I touch her cheek, raise her head to look at me and say, “Bae, stand up.” With a smirk beginning to form, she stands up with her spaghetti straps to the side and the top of her dress pulled down, exposing her large breasts and dark nipples. The Vera Wang that hung beautifully on her sexy-ass frame is now crumpled down below her breasts and up over her ass, and never looked better. I utter, “You sexy creature, I SEE you.“ “What do you see?” Not trying to sound like a cliche, but I saw a queen.  Her melanin was poppin’, her natural hair was blowing in the warm desert breeze, intelligent, and confident!  She is a strong black woman. “You really think I’m sexy?”   “No doubt!” I look her in the eye, lift her chin and kiss her pouty lips passionately, our tongues sliding along the other’s.  I whisper, “Do you think I’d prefer you to be a skinny eighteen year old again?” “Probably, with this ass but without the stretch marks!” I laugh, “I want you just the way you are— right now.” I could see she started to dismiss me so I reach up and pull her hair, raising her chin and baring her neck to me. I kiss her neck, making my way down to her breasts. All the while, her hands roam all over my body until she grabs hold of my stiffness. I release the handful of hair allowing her to look at me as I bend over and take her pendulous breasts in my hands and suck on her beautiful dark nipples. She starts stroking me. I pull away, moving behind her and reaching around, massaging her weighty breasts, squeezing them tightly against her chest!  I slide my hands down and push her dress over her perfect ass and thick thighs until it hits the floor. She leans her head to the side, baring her neck for me again, inviting me to take her. I place a hand on her back and motion for her to bend over, then guide myself into her!  Her warmth grips me tightly with every stroke…  Oh my God she feels good!  I take my time so she can feel every inch of this dick as I slide it in and out of her.  She sighs then says, “What are you waiting for?” Alright. “OH GOD!” Yeah, ‘Oh God!’ Leaning over the balcony on 25th floor with the wind blowing, her breasts exposed, bouncing back and forth over the railing as her big heart shaped ass slaps against me, she screams, “Oh fuck!“ We’re straight fucking now! “Oh shit,” she exclaims, while holding onto the railing!  She tries to get away but she’s got nowhere to go!  Just to be sure, I ask her, “You okay?” “Keep going!” Cool— I grip that ass and pound that pussy! I notice her pace speeding up, her breathing changing, moaning louder and louder as she responds to my hardness buried deep—- she’s coming!   Trembling and convulsing, Pam’s knees buckle, her legs become weak!  I push myself into her, trapping her between the railing and my cock, keeping her upright as I continue burying myself in her sweet spot! “Don’t stop— oh GOD don’t stop!” I grip her waist tightly and keep thrusting myself deeply into her pussy!  I look down; my dick is covered with her excitement!   “C'mon, give it to me.” She starts twerking, rubbing her big booty against me.  I look down and see her heart-shaped ass bouncing up and down, I feel her skin against mine and sense my climax building! “Oh hell no,” I tell her between breaths, “That shit ain’t fair!” “C’mon, give it to me.” The wind gusts, the hot desert breeze almost blowing us off the balcony!  Her hair and dress flow wildly as I grab onto her ass and keep stroking her— it is surreal. “You want this nut?” “Give it to me!” I can’t hold back any longer! “Oh shit!” I grab her waist tightly as I erupt inside her, “Oh yes, oh fuck yes!” I lay forward with my cheek against her back, until it’s over.  I kiss her between her shoulder blades as I breathe heavily. We stay there momentarily, breathing together, slumped over the railing, and trying to regain our composure for the next few minutes.  I back away, pulling out then turning her around to face me, then give her the longest, slowest, most sensual kiss I can muster. The kiss goes on and on, twenty five stories up with the warm desert breeze blowing all around us.  We stand there naked, our bodies wet from each other.  Slowly, the kiss ends and we both relax. We look each other in the eye and smile… Her smile told me she missed me.  I know because I missed her. She turns back around and looks over the city and with me still behind her. She grabs my arms and wraps them around her then says, “How do you like the view.”   Leaning over her shoulder, with my head beside hers, I look out over the city; bright lights all around us, the Luxor’s spotlight shining skyward, and outside the city, darkness.  I see Phylicia’s bodyscape; I feel her warmth, I smell her scent, and I can still taste her. “I love the view.” “Good,” she whispers back to me, “Spend the night— we’ve got some catching up to do.”

To You I’m glad you enjoyed that night in Vegas, it meant a lot to me too since we hadn’t seen each other in years.  When you called me and asked if we could get together when you get into town, I knew I would be making tonight special. When you tasted the dinner I made for us and asked for more, I knew I did something right!   After dinner, when you asked me what was on the agenda for the rest of the evening, I was hoping to surprise you with a portrait session but you didn’t blink an eye, in fact, when you wanted to pose nude, I’m not going to lie, you had me thinking things!   I mean, as you stood up and took your blouse off, exposing your bra and beautiful breasts, I almost jumped over the easel— that’s how much you excite me!  Don’t even get me started on when you decided to remove your skirt and show off your ass and thong— I couldn’t hide the effect you had on me.   So tell me, how do you concentrate in the boardroom knowing that sexy lingerie is underneath that business attire?  I know the silk against your skin has you feeling sexy.  How do I know?  I’m an artist, I observe things;  the material brushing against your nipples has you aroused and the way you looked in the mirror to see how your ass looked in that thong and then the smile that flashed across your face— I noticed. I know you’ve heard you’re sexy before so I won’t bore you with how good your ass looks or any of that shit.  But have you heard one of the sexiest things about you is your confidence?  How about your intelligence?  Your eyes?  Your smile?  Your skin tone?  Your beautifully thick, natural hair?  Well, you should have.  You noticed I didn’t mention your breasts and ass; I’m not gon’ lie, I like a woman with a nice shape, breasts that settle and part once the bra comes off, an ass that’s got that crease at the thigh— sure.  But my mind is already made up before I actually get to see them!  But the sexiest thing of all about you is this… You don’t apologize for being you.  Most intelligent men that aren’t frightened away by your intelligence and confidence might call you a queen, and you should be, but right now, the way you’re looking at me, you’re more like a lioness. You’re looking at me like you wanna do something to me… Maybe now is a good time to sit down on the love seat and strike a pose for this erotic portrait. Focusing on the sheet of paper in front of me, I try to draw the shiny red silk juxtaposed against your chocolatey brown skin but I am too distracted. I can’t help myself!  I look over at you and see you smirking at my unnatural seated position.  The final straw is when you took off your bra and threw it at my feet— you  nearly had me bustin’ loose! When you call me over to you, I know something is about to happen.  Yeah, YOU are forcing me to stand up and walk over to you right now. How?  It was that look! I’m like an open book to you aren’t I?  Where I can stand in front of you and with one look you know just how excited I am.  When I lean forward and kiss your pouty lips and feel your breath on me, I know you want me to grab your legs and pin them back against your chest.   You KNOW I want to taste you right now, don’t you? You know I like it when you put your hands on the back of my head while I’m sucking on your pussy, don’t you? That I want to grip those thighs tightly, and hold you still while I slide my tongue over that clit, don’t you? That I can’t wait to feel you squeeze my head between your thighs when you’re in the throes of the wildest orgasm you’ve had in months— don’t you? I knew those things.  I knew I would make you cum two more times!  But I didn’t know you would stand me up and unzip my pants and free me. I didn’t know you would smile when you saw my stiffness staring at you. I didn’t know you would grab my bare ass and pull me to you. I didn’t know you would put me between your lips and pleasure me the way to did. I could only hope. But you knew, didn’t you? You knew I wanted you to, didn’t you? YOU knew you would suck my dick until YOU were satisfied! It’s funny, I never considered how much I might enjoy pleasing you or just how much you would like pleasing me, but when you got me moaning and shit then put me all the way down your throat— I lost my mind! THAT’S why I flipped you over and put that ass up in the air! THAT’S why I spread that ass fucked you like a madman! THAT’S why I went deep!  I know you wondered what got into me, but it’s simple, you got into me. I don’t have to tell you how I feel about you; from that night in Vegas, to dinner and conversation tonight, and now this… You KNOW how I feel about you. Now, get upstairs, because I’m gonna do some things to you.

Am I dreaming? I was back in college and I’m fuckin’ this girl; it felt so good, almost… too good.  It seemed so real but then I was running in quicksand and finding it hard to breathe… like, like my face was buried in my pillow.   Fuck she feels good— Now we’re under the bleachers during a game and she’s bobbing her head up and down on me, blowing me REAL good, but, I can’t move, as if something’s holding me down— I’M TRAPPED!   “Oh… oh shit,” I feel like I’m going to cum.  Okay, okay, I’m having a wet dream, I’m just gon’ ride this out.  But, wait, I… can’t… breathe—  I CAN’T BREATHE!  Open your eyes, Ric— OPEN YOUR EYES! “What—?” I don’t have to open my eyes to know you’re rubbing your fat pussy against my mouth!  Just then, every muscle in my body contracts!  “Oh God!” Over and over again my body tenses and relaxes as you sensually massage me until I am exhausted.  God damn, woman, you feel good!   My dick is worn out, I’m breathing heavily, and I’m thoroughly fucking exhausted!  I can feel myself going down already but you keep me in your throat. You’re so fuckin’ hot. What did I do to deserve you? I open my eyes and see your labia, delicately dangling above me.  You push yourself gainst me, allowing me to carefully take them into my mouth and suck on them… I feel you lay your head on me, “OH… shit… yes oh god yes!” I extend my tongue and delve into you!  Parting your inner labia and exposing your rose colored flesh; I slowly insert two fingers into your tight little hole and massage the backside of your clit as your juices begin to flow. “Mm hmm.”   Your moans tell me what I already knew. I start licking your pleasure pearl, softly, while I slide my fingers along the stem of your clit— your juices are flowing heavily now! I push you forward so I can raise my head and get to you better. I grab your healthy ass cheeks with both hands, squeezing and groping you while I tongue-fuck that sweet pussy of yours! “Oh shit oh shit oh… SHIT! What are you doing to me?” I don’t answer— I CAN’T answer… I just keep going! “Fuck!” Just then, you sit upright, put your hands on my chest to support yourself, and set your pussy squarely on my mouth and forcefully rubs yourself against my lips. FUCK! You’re going to rip ‘em off!  You’re so god damned wet though, brushing her thick bush against my mouth leaves your juices all over me!   You make me so fucking hard! I could lick your pussy for hours… and then fuck you all night! You must have read my mind because you go on for twenty minutes using my tongue to get yourself off, making yourself come three or four times maybe more, all the while talking some truly naughty shit until you start shaking again, totally interrupting your rhythm this time. God damn, woman, you’re gon’ drown me!   I’ve never felt her come so hard before! You roll off me and onto the bed, then lay there, panting and quivering until your orgasm subsides— then fall asleep. And I lay there in the darkness, thinking, “What the fuck just happened?”

Breakfast in Bed