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.