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I didn’t hesitate. I reached over and caressed her breast, enjoying the sensation of the hardening nipple against two layers of fabric.
She drew back in shock, knocking against the small table and spilling her drink. I grasped her breast firmly and did not lose my grip, enjoying the warm firmness under my control.
For a brief moment, she was confused and then she reacted swiftly, her eyes revealing anger a split moment before she spoke.
“You fucking bastard,” she whispered in a low hiss, and slapped me across my face hard. I held on to her, smiling through the painful sting.
No one looked in the direction of the dark corner we were in, probably because the loud music was masking our little drama. Marcia realized that and started to relax. I reached over with my free arm and hooked her around her waist, pulling her towards me. I made sure to slip through her clothes and touch her wonderfully soft skin, gently touching her, seducing her with the lightest of touches.
“Joe…” she whispered, her lips close to mine, her breath kissing my face, “He’s right there…”
“Don’t think about Joe right now,” I whispered back, “I want you to think about riding me, me digging deeper into you as you straddle me…”
“Oh!” she said, surprised again, “What…”
“Tell me, isn’t that what you want?” I asked with a smile.
“No, I want…” her words tumbling out in confusion. It was good to see her losing control, feeling unsteady.
“You think I am clueless, Gail?” I asked her, still smiling, still caressing her breast. My hand dropped between her thighs and I stifled a sigh, her warmth turning me on. I was almost dizzy with desire, I realized with pleasure.
“You don’t think I heard you catch your breath while we were on the phone the last couple of nights?” I asked her, my hand working its way up between her legs. She let out a small moan, and then spread her legs wider, “I knew you were touching yourself, thinking of me. And I knew you came both times. And then you hung up on me.”
“You caught me,” she whispered, looking furtively over her shoulder at the party, “Make me cum now.”
“No,” I said, standing up, making sure she saw my erection, barely hidden by my clothes, “You need to learn to pace yourself, be honest with yourself and your lovers. You want a good orgasm? Be honest and be open. Battle your guilt.”
I walked out without looking back once.
That was hard. I was hard. But if she understood, it would be worth it.
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Five Year Itch - Part One.
Niki and I were star-crossed lovers if there ever was a pair. No, we did not come from warring families but we might as well have. She is a great deal younger than I am, I am already in a committed relationship, and we only met because of an accident on the Internet.
But when we did meet online, there was an instant bond. We just knew what each other was like and we connected at different levels, intellectually and emotionally. But where we really connected was at a raw carnal level - everything else made that sexual connection strong and inevitable.
I wanted her. I am not sure at which point, how far along it was before I knew I had to consume her mentally and physically, but I do remember typing furiously as we IM’ed each other, my concentration broken by the growing hardness between my legs. And then the typing would turn passionate, one hand around my hard cock, the other seducing this beautiful, sexy, woman.
We progressed to phone calls, and almost immediately, our voices would grow hoarse with pent up need. When I couldn’t restrain myself any longer, which wasn’t too long after the first call, and when I heard what I knew to be a moan over the phone, I seduced her, this time with my voice. I guided her through what I would do to her, instructing her, making love to her until she came to an orgasm, hard, loud and beautiful. I pictured her writhing under me, her pussy grasping my cock, and I came hard. We had just shared a vocal orgasm, our lust sated for a day.
We wanted each other.
She told me how much she wanted to kiss me and I opened my mouth in anticipation, cursing the distance but so thankful for the phone.I told her how I wanted to look into her eyes and draw her naked body to mine, caressing her until she trembled with passion. She told I would not have to wait, that she was already trembling. She wanted my cock, she told me, she wanted to suck me. And I would whisper that I was ready to fuck her mouth and pussy. She had never been with a guy but we both knew we what we wanted to do. Fuck and get seriously nasty.
I showed her how to use toys. We discovered that she loved anal. We share hours of pleasure together.
And in all this time, a couple of years, we never met physically.
Regardless, she was meant to be my slut, and I was meant to fuck her.
We met for the first time in a hotel room. She flew into Philadelphia to meet me, both of us excited and more than a little scared. I had sent her flowers to the room, and she called me as I was getting into the elevator to share her surprise. I could hear the excitement in her voice and all my nervousness turned to full fledged need. I practically sprinted to her room, my heart pounding, my cock turgid and shooting off pangs of pleasure with each step.
I was going to meet my Niki, my slutty princess.
She opened the door and I remember her face like it was yesterday. She looked beautiful and I told her as I hugged her tight. I breathed in her scents, shampoo, soap… and then I shut the door behind us, squeezed her up against the wall and kissed her hard. She was everything I imagined.
Five Year Itch - Prologue
That’s how long I have known you, a pair of unlikely lovers that should never have met. I saw that you read my erotica and thanked you for trying it out. And then you told me how much you enjoyed it, a tentative communication that started to snowball. There was sexual chemistry mixed in with emotional attraction right off the bat and that first phone call was charged with both. We planned to just talk but before long we were both gasping from the intensity of our shared orgasm.
We haven’t often enough but when we did, we knew were meant to be together. Hours of kissing and whispering, touching and laughing, sucking and whispers, licking and cuddling… the only regret being how quickly we ended our time together. It was romantic alright but there was no question that it was primarily two sexual beings wanting each other. We needed each other.
And so when our fifth year came by, we knew we had to meet. We planned for our time together with bated breath over desperate phone calls and texts. Our anticipation would always over run the planning and we would be panting our desire s to each other, touching ourselves as we described how we would love each other.
But what was unspoken was the one thing we both wanted. You wanted me to take you, become your first one.
And we did meet last weekend. And we did make love. We used toys. My fingers went deep into her tight pussy. And her ass.
And my cock did enter her, took her hard.