Story 4: The Bus Ride

Normally, Marie never takes the bus.

But, on this occasion, she has no idea where she is or where she’s going.  It’s not that she minds the bus...it’s mostly that she usually misses it.  Or can’t for the life of her get the schedule straight. It’s a miracle she managed to catch this particular bus after leaving the airport.  

She sighs deeply.  Her flight was way longer than she’d expected and she feels exhausted and messy.  She looks down and notices that, once again, the top buttons of her dress have come undone and part of her breast is showing.  ‘Oh, not again!’, she says....and quickly fumbles to re-button it.  Also, her blue dress (which this morning looked pretty lovely and slightly sexy) now resembles a wrinkled handkerchief.  No amount of smoothing is going to fix THAT, she thinks. 

This work trip to California is crazy - she was completely surprised that they needed her to attend a meeting at the main office.  She’s just an accounting assistant...what do they want HER for?  Her boss at home in New Hampshire (where the trees are gorgeous with powdery snow, but where the air is bitter cold) encouraged her to meet the head of the department (“He’s sweet.  You’ll love him!”, her boss had said.)  I’m sure I will, Marie says...though, inside, she’s questioning her boss’s judgement.

Finally settled in her seat, she glances out of the window and notices how beautiful everything is.  The sun is shining and the trees (ones she’s never seen before) are looming over the streets like tall, majestic giants.  She smiles to herself and feels a moment of calm happiness after the hectic morning she’s had.  Mmm...such nice, warm sunshine.

It was then that she notices the person sitting next to her.  After taking her seat at the back of the bus near the window, she’d pretty much got caught up in her own thoughts and failed to realize that someone had taken the seat next to her.  Not wanting to be too obvious, she turns her head slightly to the left and takes a quick peek.  The first thing she notices about him is his handsome face.  Wow, I got lucky, Marie thinks to herself.   And he wears glasses, too...and he wears them well.  God, he has a nice face...with that slim beard and short hair.  She gets a little shiver of excitement, but looks back towards the window so that she wouldn’t be caught staring at him.

At that moment, the bus turns a sharp corner and he’s slightly thrown towards her direction.  His right leg pushes against hers, so warm and firm that she hopes for a moment he won’t move back to his side of the seat.  But, he laughs slightly, slides back and his amazing eyes look at her, and says, “Oh, sorry...I didn’t mean to lean into you like that.”  She smiles shyly and looks down (trying to hide her blushing cheeks) while she thinks to herself, ‘Oh, please, please, lean into me again.’

Now that she’d heard his voice (He could talk to me for 5 minutes about anything and I’d be wet, she thought) and felt his lean, hard body for that wonderful minute, Marie could barely keep her heart from pounding.

She tries to keep looking out of the window, but no amount of beautiful sunshine could distract her from feeling his presence next to her.  Crap, she thought.  Keep your mind on this bus ride so you can get off at the hotel and make this damn meeting (that you don’t really need to be attending...ugh).

Marie reaches into her bag and pulls out some lip gloss, just to have something to do with her hands.  She notices that he glanced over at her at that moment and, to her surprise, moves slightly closer to her. Maybe I’m imagining things, she says to herself.   He seems to be watching her rub the lip gloss on her lips out of the corner of his eye, while casually unbuttoning the top button of his shirt and loosening his tie.   

She thinks, ‘Hell, he’s turning me on so much.  I can barely breathe...’

The bus reaches the next stop and there’s only a few people left.  Two poor homeless guys sleeping or snoring, one woman intently reading a book and a teenager listening to headphones. Marie has no idea when her stop will come, but hopes it’s not soon.  The guy next to her is still on the bus and she wants to sit next to him as long as possible. 

She has a sudden impulse to turn to him and beg him to let her touch his cock. Or just see the outline of it against his pants.  ‘I’m a total nymphomaniac’, she says to herself.

But, then, the bus stops and a large number of people get on.  There must be some convention, she thinks.  Many of them were having a hard time finding a seat and there is a lot of scrambling to get everyone in.  Marie ends up giving her seat to an elderly woman and has to grab onto a pole when the bus lurches forward. The bus is now totally packed with people, when only a moment ago it was pretty empty.  Well, only a few minutes more, she thinks.  Then, I’ll need a long, hot bath and collapse in bed.

The guy next to her has slowly creeped toward the pole (having also given up his seat) and, to her surprise, grabs the pole above her head.  Now that they’re both standing up, she can see that he’s at least a foot taller than her and even more good looking than she’d thought.  His muscular arm is right beside her left ear and he’s standing so close behind her that she can smell him - the feel of his arm (she loves arms) and the fantastic, masculine scent of him is torture.  Please, please touch me, she begs him in her mind.  

He leans his head down towards her ear and whispers softly, “I think you’re beautiful.  I’d love to kiss you.”  After hearing this, Marie turns to look up into his handsome face.  Her hands are shaking, her heart is pounding and her pussy is so wet.  Before she even has a chance to say thank you, he puts his warm lips down to her neck, kissing her softly, moving slowly, inch by inch, up to her lips.  When his lips touch hers, it’s like time is standing still.  She doesn’t care about anyone else around her, what they might be thinking or doing.  She puts her hands on his waist (her head is only about chest height on him!) and pulls him closer to her.   Is this really happening??

She can feel his hard cock pressing into her belly and aches to touch it.  His hands move from her shoulders down to the buttons of her dress, opening up the top just enough to caress her skin lightly with his fingertips.  Marie can barely breathe. He moves his fingers to her nipples, which are now straining against her lace bra, and rubs them gently.  She can’t help but gasp slightly and bury her face in his strong chest.  He keeps rubbing her tits and her nipples until she feels like she wants to cum.  

Then, he stops.

Her pussy is aching for him. Her whole body wants him.  He looks down at her (oh, those eyes!) and says softly, “Will you trust me?” and...in that wild, crazy moment...she does.  It’s mad...it makes no sense...it’s dangerous...but none of that matters to her right now.  She nods slowly, smiling up at him.  His smile back at her is confident, a little determined and so damn sexy...

He gently puts his hands on her shoulders and turns her away from him.  She’s now facing the pole she’s been hanging onto and he’s standing behind her...so strong and quiet.  He places his briefcase on the floor and gestures for her to get up on it.  Feeling completely conspicuous and embarrassed, she steps up on it anyway and hopes no one is noticing what’s going on.  The noise and amount of people is overwhelming.

She feels his hands on her waist and then one of his hands moves down to unzip his pants.  She holds her breath.  He gently lifts the back of her dress and pushes closer to her so that she can feel his hard cock against her ass. It’s hot and slightly wet.  He inches his hands down to her panties and pulls the damp fabric to the side, his breath quickening.  The moment that he slides his thick cock inside of her makes her want to cry it feels so good.  His cock is larger than she’s used to and she can’t believe how much she wants to cum just from that one movement. 

At first, he doesn’t move.  His cock is just throbbing so hard and deep inside of her tight pussy.  Marie wants to reach back and grab his ass to push him deeper.  Then, so slowly, so achingly slow, he starts moving.  She has to bite her lip to keep from screaming out.  Her forehead is pressed against the metal pole and her eyes are closed tightly.  His cock feels like heaven.  He’s fucking her so deliberately...with restraint, she thinks...and care.  She’s so close to an orgasm that she has to grab the pole tighter and she whimpers unconsciously.

She can feel that he’s close, too.  He grabs her tits firmly with the next thrust and she cums...fast and hard.  It takes her breath away.  She cums at least twice, maybe more.  The feeling won’t stop...it’s dizzying...unbelieveable.  Suddenly, he buries his face into her neck and pounds into her, his moaning muffled by her hair.  She can feel him cum inside her, his warm fluids dripping down her leg.  Marie automatically reaches down and touches the wetness, bringing her fingers up to her lips and tongue to taste him.

He brings his arms from her waist to envelope her gently.  He’s still breathing heavy and she can feel his heart pounding against her back.  Marie just wants him to stay like that forever...holding her.  

After a minute, he pulls her dress back down (looking from side to side to see if anyone noticed them...though she doesn’t care about anything else at the moment), kisses her neck again.  She can feel him zipping up his pants and fixing the tails of his shirt.  Before she turns around to face him, he holds her still and whispers again in her ear, “You’re so wonderful.  I wanted you as soon as I saw you.”  

Marie carefully steps off of the briefcase and turns towards him, reaching for his handsome face with the eyes that mesmerize her, and brings her soft, warm lips to his, kissing him, pressing up onto her tiptoes to reach him.  She feels his tongue tentatively explore her mouth and it makes her whole body tingle even more.  He says, “Stay for the rest of the ride?  Don’t leave me yet.” and, after thinking for a bit, she smiles and nods.

Story 3: The Night

It began with the night.

The night was cool and the sky was deep and bright.  The stars were absent, overshadowed by the luminous moon hanging above them.   He’d suggested a moonlit walk by the river, in hopes that they would have more time to get to know one another and have a bit of privacy, as well.   She had no choice but to agree.  She wanted him so badly.  After the first time, she could not stop thinking of his body, his hands, his touch.

As they walk along the cobbled path, he stops at every single street light to face her.  To kiss her.  To say that she is beautiful.  To press his body into hers and gently rub her nipples on the outside of her dress.   This constant pausing every few feet has caused her nipples to feel so sensitive that each touch is like one step to an orgasm.  She wishes she had the courage to tell him, “Keep touching me.  Don’t stop.  Rub me. Bite me.  Lick me.”  But, she can’t.  She’s not used to asking for what she wants.

After a few minutes, they stop and stand side by side at the low rock wall.  He reaches for her hand.  Her hand is quite cold and his feels warm and comforting.   Marie is a tactile person, as well as a lover of words, and this simple touch does more than just warm her hand.  While they gaze at the rushing water and feel the timid breeze against their backs, she is fantasizing.  Her mind is like the rushing water, quickly flowing from one sexual thought to another, until she can hear the blood pounding in her ears and her body quivering with desire.

He surprises her by taking her small, cold hands and bringing them to his mouth, blowing on them with his steamy breath. While he warms her hands, he whispers to her,  “Look at me.  Let me see your eyes.”   She raises her head slightly to meet his gaze.  Normally, she is an outgoing and social person, but (with him) she is embarrassed and shy, anxious that he might be able to read her thoughts.  He may see the need and desire in her eyes and it scares her.  She is afraid of being rejected.  

When he looks at her with those soulful eyes of his, she forgets to be frightened.  She sees his desire as well.  His face is intent and serious and her heart begins to race.  He takes both of her hands in one of his and uses the other to slowly unbuckle his belt.  All the time, he is looking directly at her.  Almost challenging her to pull her hands away.  Marie doesn’t move a muscle.  She can hardly breathe.

Then, he takes one of her hands and guides it to his zipper.  Together, they pull it down...so slowly...achingly slow...and it’s like torture.  She can feel herself losing control.  Before she can take another breath, he pushes her hand down, past the elastic of his shorts to his hot, rigid cock.  She can’t look at him anymore.  All of her concentration is on his cock.  She moves her fingers around it, holding it gently and then squeezing a little.  He groans and presses his face to her neck.  She suddenly feels the urge to kneel down in front of him, but he resists.  

So, instead, she uses her fingers to rub his cock from the base to tip, softly stroking it...up and then down...as he begins to move his lips along the side of her neck.  Marie can feel herself getting wet, aching for his cock to fill her up.  As her fingers travel upwards, she can feel HIS wetness - slippery and warm.  She uses it to rub him with more intensity and wishes that he was inside of her mouth.  She longs to lick the head of his cock.

As her hand moves carefully and deliberately over him, he kisses her.  Hard, strong kisses.  Opening her mouth with his tongue and softly tasting her lips.  Marie feels desperate for him to fuck her.  She can’t stop herself from making little moaning noises and whimpers of frustration.  She grabs the sides of his jeans and begs him, “Please.  Please.”  

They take a few steps back and she lifts herself onto the stone wall, opening her legs to him.  Even with the fabric of her panties and his shorts between them, she can feel his urgency, his hard cock straining towards her.   He continues to move his hips and she continues to try to pull him in.  The two forces of resistance and need fight each other, creating an intoxicating build up of arousal.

She thinks, ‘I want you inside me.  I need you.  Please read my mind.  Can’t you see how much I want you?’  

Perhaps he’s read her thoughts or has no desire to wait himself.  But, a moment later, he takes her off of the wall, grabs her hand and says, “I can’t wait any longer.”

He leads her along the path, past the bright lights, the city noises and the white, rushing sounds of the river.  They walk further and further along and, with each step, she can feel her panties becoming soaked with her wetness.  Marie is desperate for him.  Willing to beg him for the feeling of filling her pussy and her warm mouth.

At last, they reach the end of the pavement - the rhythmic lapping of the water the only sound besides their breathing.  The spot is secluded and dark, even the moon’s light is hidden by the skeletal tree branches that resemble long, black arms reaching for each other over the pathway.  He stands in front of her, his back to the water, facing her.  She shivers.  She’s suddenly a bit uneasy and at the breaking point of her desire.  

All of a sudden, he drops to one knee and lifts her dress up to her waist.  Her first instinct is to push her dress back down and protest, but he gives her no choice.  With his fingers, he pulls her panties aside and starts to lick her.   Marie suddenly realizes that she’s standing in the middle of the road, at night, with the man that she desires - and he’s pleasuring her softly, with muffled sounds of enjoyment - and she is delirious with happiness.   She closes her eyes and enjoys every second, not caring if she cries out as she cums hard for him.  Her legs shake and she grabs her breasts as she finishes.

As he stands back up, Marie reaches for his face, kissing him sweetly on the lips while his arms circle around her protectively and he asks, “You okay?”  She can only nod and smile at him.   Her words have disappeared completely - they have abandoned her for  the world of logic while she is languishing in the world of sensation and gratification.

He takes her by waist and lowers her down onto the ground.  Concerned, he says, “I wish I had a blanket for you...” and she shakes her head, not caring anymore where she is, as long as he will be inside of her.  She’s oblivious to the leaves, rocks and sticks in her back as she lays on the ground, reaching out for him.

As he lowers himself on top of her, Marie notices that she can only see his silhouette.  His features are dark and hidden, as if a shadow is entering her body, gentle and deliberate.  He fucks her slowly and deeply, looking at her face with each thrust.  She loses herself in feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her, opening her up and making her cum again and again...easily and quickly.

He begins moving faster, driving his erection deeper and more urgently into her pussy.  She lifts her head off the ground and cries out at the feeling of his cock burying inside of her.  The fucking continues for countless minutes until, suddenly, he stops.  His breath is  ragged as he rests.  She hears him groan softly as he pulls his cock from her.  She is bewildered at first, but soon understands as he lowers himself to the ground on his back.

Without saying a word, she gets up and kneels on the hard, uncomfortable ground between his legs.  His cock is glistening and stiff...incredibly inviting.  She uses one hand to push her dark hair away from her face and then she lowers her lips around it.  She can taste herself on him and it only heightens her arousal.   She enjoys every second of licking him, stroking him and the feel of him filling her mouth.  After a few moments, she can feel his legs stiffen and, in a strangled voice, he says, “Oh, yes, I’m going to cum.”   As soon as the words come out of his mouth, her mouth is filled with warmth and fluid.  She can hear him let out a long sigh, as she continues to stroke him gently after swallowing.   He touches her hair and whispers, “It’s okay, baby, you can stop.”  She wishes she didn’t have stop and kisses his hardness one more time.

Marie tries to stand, but her back aches from leaning over and her legs wobble like a baby deer.  He reaches for her and helps her to stand, enveloping her in his strong arms.  He kisses her forehead, her lips, her breasts.  He takes her hand and leads her away from the water’s edge, leaving her mind free to return and her body sated and unimaginably alive.

Story 2: The Book

She blames the book.

The book that she found lying on the wooden table at the book store.  The book with the shiny cover that crackled when you opened it.   Each page filled with pictures of beautiful bodies wrapped up in one another - arms, legs, breasts - with momentary expressions of desperation or bliss.  Near endless pages to arouse her body and stimulate her already active imagination.  Marie was completely transfixed by the explicit, glossy photographs and turned each page of the book slowly, carefully.  Her breath quickened and she could barely sit still.  Her inexperience constantly frustrated her but, after the last time - with him - she spent hours dreaming about what he could do to her, if only she had the courage to ask him.

Always, she thought of him treating her roughly.  Pushing her against a wall and holding both of her arms tight while he pounded his hard cock into her pussy and stared into her eyes.  Or tying her hands together and spanking her hard on the ass with one hand while he rubbed her firm nipples with the other.   Or, her favorite, hearing his usually calm, low voice making demands of her like, “Get down on the floor, RIGHT NOW.” and “Tell me that you want me to fuck you.”  Marie had no idea why she wanted him to overpower her, but she did.  She wanted it badly.  It excited her more than anything else and it was like a need that nagged at her every day, unrelenting.

When she reached the last page of the book, her hands shook as she grabbed her cell phone.  She quickly texted him what she was looking at and he replied, “Indeed.”  (A word that he knew made her weak.)  He texted again, “Getting any ideas?” and she nodded her head at the question, knowing full well that he wouldn’t be able to see her response.  She took two pictures with her phone and immediately sent them to him.  He responded positively...that they should try these positions as soon as possible.  Her heart quickened in anticipation of their next meeting.

It was difficult for her to be alone in bed that night, knowing that she wouldn’t be seeing him for days.  She lay there, frustrated and longing for his body to be pressed into hers.   She thought of the way he touched her breasts and sighed, unconsciously lifting up her thin nightgown to expose her breast.  Her fingers caressed her skin slowly, coming to rest on her hard nipple.  She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them - bringing them back to her nipple and rubbed gently.  It felt so good.  She imagined that her fingers were his tongue, licking her and biting her.   As Marie continued touching and pulling at her nipples, she could feel her body responding.   A heavy and unfulfilled feeling.

Her hands gradually traveled from her breast, down her belly and in between her legs.  The skin was smooth, waxed and soft.  And wet.  Warm.  Slippery.  She allowed her knees to open and lightly touched herself on her inner thighs, gently making her way inward.  With two fingers, she began rubbing herself - with each movement, she imagined it was him.  His fingers, his touch.  She pressed a little harder in one spot, her breath becoming shallow and her eyes closing for a moment.   A soft begging sound escaped her lips.   Her fingers were hot and dripping, moving more quickly now.  

Her head shifted from side to side on the pillow as she felt the pressure building.  She pushed two fingers into her pussy, deep and fast.  They felt nothing like his hard cock, but she needed to feel something inside of her, filling her.  After a minute or two, she turned herself over, lay on her belly and moved her fingers to her clit.  Her hand moved up and down more slowly now.  She knew she was going to cum soon.  She pressed harder, her fingers soaked and her breath caught.  She came hard, calling out his name...once, twice...with a cry of relief and pleasure.  She rested her fingers for a moment and then started again, circling her fingers around and around, over and over.  The second time she came, she was more vocal.  She couldn’t help herself.  And, after the third, she was exhausted.   She wanted his body more than ever.

The night finally arrived when she could see him.  

When she opened the door of the hotel room, he looked at her intensely.  As if he had read her mind, he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her against the wall, kissing her forcefully, tasting of coffee.  The feeling was almost indescribable.  His mouth was on hers, sucking on her lower lip and squeezing her breasts with his hands.  His actions were abrupt and deliberate and she had no breath to beg for more...

He brought her to the bed and laid her down gently.  Before she could say anything, he opened her legs and knelt on the floor, placing his lips to her pussy.   The rhythmic movement of his tongue drove her crazy, even more so when he put his fingers deep inside of her, slipping in and out slowly.   Marie could barely think - her entire existence was in this moment - feeling herself cum so many times...not caring about anything else but how good she felt.  Right before she came for the last time, he sucked on her clit...a technique that no one had ever used on her before and, sadly, ever since.  This is something only he did and, later on (months later when they were no longer together), she wished that she could ask him to do it one more time. 

Slowly, he stood up and took off his belt, his pants and his shorts.  She couldn’t keep her eyes off of him.  His stiff erection was mesmerizing.  This time, he sat back on the bed and it was her turn.  She lowered her head to him and tasted him lightly.  For some reason, it felt so natural, so perfect to have him in her mouth.  She took his cock as deep and far as she could, lazily bringing her mouth up to the head and back down again.  She never got tired of his taste and the feel of him.  He moaned, touched her hair and told her how good she was.

After a few minutes, he whispered, “Come here.” and she climbed up next to him on the bed.  When he told her to straddle him, she panicked.  Marie’s desire to be adventurous was at odds with her fear...fear of how she might look, of her body being too heavy or if it would be painful or uncomfortable.   Seeing that she was hesitant, he reassured her with soft, kind words and helped her to lower herself gently onto him.  Having his cock so deep inside of her was shocking.  Thrilling.  He moved his hips upwards and kept his hands on her sides.  She moved slowly at first and then he started pushing up harder, faster...forcing her to cum.  The sensation was dizzying and overwhelmingly intense.  She had no idea what sounds she was making or what she looked like but, at that moment, she didn’t care.

Then, he said, “Turn around.”  And, again, she was nervous.  But, it was a position that she had sent him from the book and she wanted to try it.  It was awkward at first - she had no idea where to put her hands - but he told her to balance herself on his legs and she did.  His cock slid in and out of her pussy from this new angle and she loved it.  Each time he shoved himself into her, it felt unbelievable.  It was like a tickle that you couldn’t scratch, teasing you to try harder and harder to satisfy the feeling.   She shook her head from side to side, as if to say no, but her whole body was saying yes.  She thought, ‘Oh god...yes.  Don’t stop.  Please give me more.’

He kept his hands on her hips and Marie moved up and down...fast and then slow.  He told her to touch herself and, at first, she resisted (she was embarrassed)...but he was insistent and she relented.   As he fucked her, she rubbed herself with the rhythm of their bodies and she came...more than once, losing count after a while.  

When he noticed how exhausted her legs were becoming, he told her to turn over.  Marie lay on her back and now he loomed over her.  His strong arms were on either side of her chest.  He looked at her with those blue eyes and an intensity which drove her wild.  He lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders.  Her heart was pounding and she looked at him timidly, but with an expectant, hopeful expression.  He eased his cock inside of her...it was achingly stiff and ready.  Pushing her legs forward, he leaned towards her and went deeper.  Each time he pressed forward, she wanted to scream, loud and openly, for it felt like heaven.  But, she didn’t.  She had no idea why this felt so good, but it did.  She didn’t want him to stop.  She wanted it harder, faster.  And he complied.  How he could last so long, she didn’t know, but it was the best sex she’d ever had in her life.  

She wanted him to cum.  She wanted to feel his cum all over her...on her breasts, on her belly, on her lips.  She longed to taste him again.  Slowly, she lowered her legs and pressed her large breasts together.  He slid his beautiful cock between them and she could feel the firm pressure on her breastbone.  She loved the fact that he was kneeling over her and looking down at her with every stroke.  Soon he says, “Do you want me to cum on your tits?  Say it.  Tell me.”   And she does.  He cums hard - slamming his cock towards her face.  Marie could feel his semen running down the sides of her neck - hot and quick - and she loves it.  She rubs the cum on her nipples and on her lips.  He eases himself back on the bed and sighs contentedly.  

Later, when they are lying next to each other, he brings her to him...her breasts against his chest and presses his forehead against hers...kisses her lips.  Never in her life has she trusted someone so completely with her body and felt such physical ecstasy.   She closes her damp, sleepy eyes and her body trembles, her mind reliving the hours they just spent together.  Marie is afraid she is addicted and wonders if there is a cure.  Maybe she can find the answer in another book...

Story 1: Late

He is late.

A million thoughts invade her mind in an instant.  She thinks ‘What am I doing?  Why am I here?  What will he think of me?  I need to leave...’  A flow of seemingly never ending thoughts, fears and anxieties about her body and self bubble up to the surface, temporarily distracting her from the fact that he is late.

The night is excessively humid and the air conditioning is blasting, the force of the air blows into her hair and helps to ease her nervousness.

Marie bites at her newly painted nails, looking quickly through the windshield at every passing car and turns up the volume of her favorite song.   Her heart is pounding in her chest, each beat painfully audible in her ears, even over the loud dance music.  She vows to wait a few more minutes before leaving the parking lot.   Her desire to see him in person, to feel his touch and hear his voice is clearly overriding any sense of logic and reason.  Marie knows that logic and reason have always been difficult for her, sadly admitting to herself that her feelings and emotions are much stronger forces than she can handle.  Especially at times like these.

Finally, a car.

The car pulls up beside hers and he turns to look at her.  At first, his face seems questioning and hesitant.  Marie is so nervous she can hardly breathe.  She touches her hair, her dress, her lips...in hopes that she looks decent and, one can only hope, attractive.

They both step out of the car and stand facing each other.  Her first thoughts are, ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this.  What is he thinking?  What will I say to him?‘   He starts speaking to her about something and she answers, but it’s automatic.  Senseless chit chat and mind numbing answers.  Her heart is pounding so hard, she feels like she might faint.  She says to herself, “This is insanity!  I don’t even know this guy!”  The meaningless conversation goes on and on, while she struggles with her thoughts and feelings.

And then, he touches her.

It is only his finger touching the inside of her arm, but it’s like fire.   It burns.  His touch is like an electric shock and she has to pull away, quickly and completely.  Marie had no idea that a man touching her arm could make her body respond with such force, without warning and so deeply.  She feels her nipples tingle and tighten and she wants to rub them.  She wants HIM to rub them.

He is still speaking to her, seemingly unaware of the effect that his touch has had on her.  It is maddening and confusing and completely crazy.

All of a sudden, he is there.   Right there.  His body touching her body. Her back against the car door.  He is close.  Warm.  So warm.

He smells of laundry soap, cotton and something else.   Something intrinsically masculine.  Irresistible.  Marie feels her body responding like a flash.  She has a sudden thought of their bodies wrapped up in one another - slick, wet and sweating - and every sensible and logical impulse in her brain has disappeared.

He kisses her lightly on the lips and she melts - her muscles relaxing, her mind and body releasing any inhibitions and her panties feel wet with her arousal.  His arms are around her, enveloping her and making her feel...safe?  Protected?  Her mind reels from the thoughts of what is happening.

‘I want him.  Right now.’, she thinks, desperately.

He seems not to care about her overweight body, urgently touching her waist and breasts and backside and pushing his body firmly into hers.  She feels his cock, so hard, pressing into her thigh and knows that she wants him inside of her.

All of a sudden, he smiles at her and takes her hand.  Marie tries to think of the last time that someone held her hand so sweetly, so gently.  It must have been an incredibly long time ago, for she can barely remember the ghost of the memory.

They walk.  He talks.  She listens.  He asks her some questions...and, again, she answers automatically.  She has no idea what she is saying.  Her body is aroused to the point of confusion and all she can think about is what he might do next.

They stop walking, reaching a playground structure near the woods.  He looks at her invitingly and says, “Come on.”  And he grins.  The way he is looking at her makes it impossible not to smile back.  She takes his hand again and he leads her to the structure, where he motions for her to sit on one of the platforms.

She sits there, facing him.  Her legs are open and her dress rides up around her thighs. She can feel her low back slightly moist with sweat, from the heat and from her nervousness. Then, he is between her legs, kissing her deeply.  She has never been kissed like this before.  His lips are soft and firm.  He sucks on her lower lip and Marie gasps with pleasure because the feeling is beyond anything she’s ever experienced before.  She loves it. She can’t help but softly moan at each new touch.  His tongue, his mouth, his words...they weave around her like a dream and all she can do is surrender to it.  Gladly.  Fully.

He gently pushes her back, so that she is laying on the platform, looking up at the starry sky.   It’s as if, all of a sudden, time has stopped.  She imagines herself remembering this exact moment forever.

He’s pushed her panties aside and bends down to put his lips to her lips.  Those lips.  Marie involuntarily stiffens.  She is scared.  She doesn’t allow men to kiss her there.  She shouldn’t.  She can’t.  But, it’s too late.  His tongue is all over her.  Gentle, then firm, slow, then fast...she can barely breathe.   He keeps tasting her, licking her, feeling her and it’s impossible not to love it.  He knows exactly what to do and he is so good at it.  She lets him.  She won’t close her legs this time.  She won’t say no.  All she wants to do is say yes.  Yes.  Please.  Please don’t stop.  Please make me cum.

And he does.  It doesn’t take long.  At least not in HER mind.  She gasps and cries out and whimpers at so much pleasure.  She wants to see his face and kiss him and thank him, but she also doesn’t want him to stop for second.

Then, there is a sound she will never forget.  Ever.  The sound of him unzipping his jeans and his jeans falling to his ankles.  She has no idea why this sound excites her so much or why she can’t stop thinking of it, but that’s the nature of this experience.  Novel and surprising.  Maddeningly vivid and nonsensical.

Immediately after that sound, his hand is at her lower back.  He’s pulling her up to a sitting position and his cock glides into her.  Slowly, deliberately and hard.  So hard.  Marie opens her eyes and he is looking at her.  Right at her.  Gazing into her eyes with every movement.  He’s murmuring lovely words to her like, “beautiful” and “delicious” while his cock moves in and out of her body.  She is so wet, she can feel her fluids dripping down her legs as he fucks her.   She is delirious with desire as she grabs his hips to push him in deeper, harder.

His hands are at her chest, pulling her bra aside to squeeze her large breasts and lick her nipples.  He bites her gently and the feeling makes her want to cum, over and over.

Suddenly, he pulls out.  She feels empty, disappointed, desperate for more.  He reassures her that there will be more.

And there is.  Much more.

He sits down on the structure and motions for her to come closer.  She knows what he wants.  Marie lowers her head to his cock and places her mouth around him enthusiastically.  She loves having his cock in her mouth.  His cock is beautiful.  Not too big, not too small...smooth, clean, perfect.  She enjoys every second of tasting him, licking him, sucking him.  He rubs her back (which she loves) while her head moves up and down on him under the moonlight.  

Then, he is about to cum.  He seems surprised and, maybe disconcerted, but happy.  Marie is confused by this, but continues because she wants to taste his cum in her mouth.  The thought of his cum in her mouth drives her crazy and she knows she is even more wet than before.   She sometimes feels like she can orgasm just from swallowing a man’s semen.   She wants to touch herself, but she is distracted by his climax.

He opens his eyes and smiles at her and that smile does something to her.  Opens her fragile heart and lets him inside. ‘I can trust him’, she thinks.  ‘He won’t hurt me.’

For a third time, he takes her hand and they walk back to her car.  Almost without speaking, they both get into the backseat and he is holding her again.  Touching her.  Caressing her.  Everywhere.  He lays her down on the seat and his cock is hard again, pulsating inside of her wetness.   She wants it harder, faster...she can’t get enough of it.  And she cums.  Countless times, endless satisfaction.  Her body is so overwhelmed with feeling, that speaking anything besides “oh” and “please” and “more” is an incredible effort.   She closes her eyes and can’t think of anything but this awareness of physical joy.

He looks at her again.  In that way of his which makes her heart skip a beat and her limbs tingle.  Those eyes of his - so blue - why does he like to look at me?  I’m nothing.  I’m no one.  And he smiles.  She forgets about her doubts and his lips touch hers once more.