More, More, More. That was great.
Ok, where is that girl.” I think to myself. “This airport is huge, she could be anywhere.” I turn the octogenarian waiting curbside with me. She’s been staring at me for minutes. I smile that fake ass smile I’ve smiled a million times. Yes ma'am I am real. No I am not that kid from the Cosby Show, nor am I Rodney Peete. If you must know, I'm Ahmad Rashaad's son. Now go away please. I don’t say those things. But I sure as hell wish I could. Just once.
Just then you come sauntering up like you're on time. Trying to hide your smile. Cheeks a little flushed. “Been here long?” You ask. I try to pretend I don’t notice you and bop to my music a bit. But of course I can’t ignore you for long. “Just a few minutes” I reply. For the first time I notice you have on that skirt again. Yes! That one! “You thirsty?” You ask. Odd question I think, but the honest truth is I am kinda thirsty and I say so. “Let’s grab something here before we get on the road.” On the road? I think to myself. It doesn’t take that long to get back to your place at this time of night. But ok, if you’re thirsty, you’re thirsty. Back inside the deserted terminal we go.
The terminal echoes. It is eerily quiet. Mine had to be the last plane in. There isn’t a soul in this place. As we walk I start to think “now where in the hell does she think she’s gonna get a drink in this place at this time of night” Just then you grab me by my arm and drag me off into a corner bathroom. I feel like my arm is going to come out of its socket. Clearly you mean business.
“Sorry I’m late” you say. Still not quite clueing in I respond “It’s ok. I wasn’t waiting that long. I had my music to keep me company.” But your breathing is getting heavier. Those cheeks are flushed, your eyes are dancing and you look at me like “dammit, haven’t you gotten the point yet!” To make sure you are clearly understood you start to unbutton a button on your top. “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” Ok, now I got it. Seeing the first glimpses of your heaving breasts finally ring my bell. My attitude changes immediately. “As a matter of fact there is.” I use leverage and help you up on a vanity really quickly. You hurriedly start to undo my belt and buttons as we kiss our first kiss in weeks. I hoist your skirt to find that wisely you have forgotten your panties. So wet already. No need for an awful lot of preparation. It occurs to me that you have planned this all along. With the evening to yourself until my plane arrived it’s doubtless that you have already primed yourself a bit. Good girl. I look deeply into your eyes and thrust myself in, full tilt. You gasp! I know there is very little time for niceties. The first strokes are the strongest. Deep and hard. Giving you all my passion. We haven’t hit our Rhythm yet. I’m just getting past the grip of your pus*y expanding to take me in. You grab my back and grip my shirt, pressing your body up against mine. The crush of your soft bosom makes me glad to be a man.
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As we grind I softly bite your earlobe. We both endeavor to stifle our vocal expressions of passion so as not get busted. I can feel the warmth of your love sliding down my dick. Your legs are locked behind my back holding me in. I take a perverse pleasure in the carnival effect I get from looking at the mirror behind you and seeing the reflection in the mirror on the opposite side of the room. I can look straight at you and observe, then look up and watch the rear view of our fu*king from the opposite mirror. It gets me going and I start to tear away at you. Bucking hard. Your back bounces against the mirror a bit, but you don’t stop me. In fact, you encourage it. “That’s it baby! Fu*k me” you whisper in a low sexy tone that adds to my arousal. My hands are full of your cheeks as I draw you deeper onto me. You feel so good honey. So warm. I know this can’t be an all night affair so I start to quicken my pace. When suddenly we hear a bang at the door. You shove me off and I fly half way across the room. At the same time you hop down and smooth out your skirt. For the most part, you look innocent. I’m the one struggling with my pants. Trying to stuff a hard co*k into jeans isn’t the easiest thing in the world. A clueless cleaning lady backs her way into the bathroom dragging her cleaning bucket. She’s wearing a Walkman and doesn’t even notice someone is in there until you pass her by on your way out. She is startled and mumbles something in Spanish. As you divert her attention I slip behind her and out the door. She never noticed a thing…. We think. Nevertheless we high tail it out of that airport.
We start to laugh uncontrollably once we clear the parking attendant. “So, did you miss me honey?” Your look gives me my answer “Yes. I would have to say I did” is your verbal response. For the hell of it, and since I’m already there, I take my dick back out of my pants and stroke it for you as you drive. “Honey!” you shriek. “Just keep driving. Eyes on the road honey” You drive and peek, drive and peek. Stop and go traffic is killing you. I continue to watch your face get flushed as I stroke my co*k. I spit in my hand to lube up myself. Just then you make an abrupt turn. Before I know it we are traveling down some dirt road. You pull in behind a Gas and Sip. No lights for miles going down the road. You stop suddenly in a gravel parking lot. In a series of rapid motions you shut off your lights and lean over without saying a word. You take my di*k into your mouth whole. I hold the back of your head. Oh yes, this is what I’ve been thinking about for weeks now. With myself sufficiently slick, you lift your head up a bit and stroke it. I begin to babble a bit. “oh thank you honey. That’s it. Stroke me!” I’m hoping for a world-class blowjob. Your response surprises me a bit. “Shut up! This isn’t for you!” you say as you climb all the way over into the passenger seat. On your way you hit the release and send my seat slamming backward. You hike up your skirt again and mount up. “Think you’re gonna tease me the whole way home?” you grunt as you lower yourself onto my aching manhood. “I refuse to be teased” This is a side of you I love to see. The tigress. The hunter. The one who seeks me and demands to be fu*ked. NOW! This isn’t the sweet “honey, are you tired?” game we play when we are trying to innocently approach love making. Or the silent removal of clothes that sometimes accompanies ones desire to copulate. This is a completely different lady. And I like it!
You buck and grind hard. I’m enjoying the hell out of this. I reach up to touch your breasts and you slap my hand away. “I told you. This isn’t for you!” You then close your eyes and tilt your head back. Your movements are no longer as frantic. They are much slower. More rhythmic. This clearly isn’t for me. This is about your stimulation right now. Your orgasm is paramount. My god you look like the sexiest cowgirl alive up there. I can feel my balls begin to boil but ain’t no way I’m letting go now. I understand my mandate and intend to see it through to the letter. “Tracy!” You say my name. “Baby!” I know what comes next. “Oh my god!” Just in time sweetheart I think to myself. Your next words are “I’m cumming!” That’s my girl. I can feel the warm trickle of accomplishment on my balls and thigh now. A few more slow grinds to push the wave over and you’re done. You fall on top of me in a heap, breathing heavily. My dick is still hard inside of you and I begin to start to think of myself for a moment. My thoughts are “it must be my turn now.” I begin with slow movements at first. Then you realize what’s happening and gather your composure. You shake your head and snap “Uh uh pal!” “Told you this one wasn’t for you.” With that you bounce back over to your seat. You start the car up and put it into gear. All the while I’m still reclined with my dick out. I’m astonished.
By the time I can actually correct my seat and put myself away we are pulling into your complex. My things are gathered quickly and we head inside. You ask me again if I’m thirsty. I think to myself, is this going to be our code for “do you want hot, erotic sex now?” I answer in the affirmative only to find you really meant “are you thirsty?” You bring two glasses of water then head to the bathroom. I gulp down my water and wait for your return. You are babbling about our weekend plans while inside the restroom. I don’t really hear you clearly and frankly, I don’t give a damn what you’re talking about. My plans are for the next few hours and they are to begin the moment you step out of that bathroom. You come out, pulling your hair up. Still talking. You walk by me heading for your closet as if nothing has or is going to happen tonight. I can’t take it any longer. I grab your shoulders and say to you “now it’s my turn to run things” Surprised? Not entirely I bet. You’ve had your fun and you know fair is fair. You smile and say “Ok? What’d you have in mind?” With that I slowly guide you to your knees. I know this won’t take long and I certainly don’t need much more encouragement. But I do so love the view of you on your knees in front of me. This time you are gentle. Lovingly teasing the tip of my dick with your tongue. Slowly guiding me into your warm, inviting mouth. You are using your mouth to massage and make love to me. Very tender. I stroke your hair and move it to the side. I want to see. The sight of your delicate, opaque hands handling me is amazing. I love the color contrast. It doesn’t take long for me to be back at full attention. You take time to pay attention to my balls. Licking them, caressing them. You want me hard but not ready to pop yet. I’m swelling to a boil. To your disappointment I stand you up. I could have let you continue for a lot longer. You were enjoying yourself. But hell, I’ve been close to two orgasms now in the last hour. I’ve already been led to the mountaintop. No need for further delay.
Undressing you is truly one of my very favorite things. Watching your top come over your head revealing the most magnificent breasts. Watching you shimmy out of that skirt knowing there are no undergarment impediments. Then to stand there and kiss you while you are stark naked, allowing my hands to roam your body. Enjoying the dazzle of your eyes as you invite me to explore your body and unleash my passion for you. These are heavenly moments for me. I have to have you now. I spin you around so that you land face forward on the bed. I pull your hips up and drop to my knees on the floor so that I can taste you a bit. You are still moist from our earlier tryst. My tongue explores your folds and finds your clit easily. You begin to moan. You don’t really need this. I think you’re probably ready to go now. But I love to taste you. “C’mon baby. Give it to me. I’m ready.” You say. But turn about is fair play and my response is “this ain’t for you! This is for me!” That brings a chuckle out of you and you comply. I bring your ass and pussy back closer to my face. I delight in the pleasures of your body. My tongue finds every fold of your body there. EVERY ONE! You giggle as I run a finger between your cheeks and tickle your butt a bit. Yes, I plan to visit that area this weekend too. But I’m not rushing into that yet. Better to have something to look forward to later on.
I stand up. You place your knees on the bed to heighten yourself. It’s an easy entry from this angle. You suck me in to the hilt immediately. Damn! I wanted to tease you a bit but you’d have none of that. I’m in balls deep now. You feel so good. I’m under no pretense that this is going to be a marathon. I know now that I’m probably only good for a few more minutes. I think you know this too and put on an extra good show. You wiggle your ass and grind into me like you’re daring me not to cum. It’s a damn hard proposition to ignore. But I want just a little bit more of you. I slow down just a bit. Long deep strokes. Taking my time, admiring that ass. Then I place only a very little bit of my dick inside you. Short strokes now. Just a bit. Like a cat you flip and change positions. You are hell bent on making me cum. I stand back to admire your body just a bit. The vixen has returned I see because you raise your left breast to your mouth and lick your nipple. No way I can resist that. I crawl up and in a moment we are missionaries. I raise one of your hips so I can have good access. “You feel so good baby!” I say “I’ve been dying to have you for so long now” You know this to be true. You’re pillow talk is equally as genuine “It’s yours baby. Take what you want.” Well with that the ball game is nearly over. I take one of your legs and raise it over my shoulder. We are essentially in a scissor now. I can draw you close from this position and thrust deeply into you. Your body accommodates mine and massages every ridge of me. I can feel every sensation. “Cum for me baby” you plead. Not to worry honey, I’m there I think. Just watching you writhe and move in ecstasy turns me on. So much so that I feel the first spurt. Feeling a bit naughty myself I pull out. I jerk my c*ck quickly and it flies. On your tummy first, but then as I scoot up a bit it lands mostly on your breasts. Just where I wanted it. Not shocked at all you play along. You take a finger and dip it for a taste test. “Yummy!” You say. Your smile reveals how devilish your really are.
“Helluva way to start a weekend baby!” I grunt as I fall over in a heap. “Rest up my love” you whisper with a soft kiss on my cheek “I’m not done with you by a long shot. Hope you slept on the plane!” I think to myself, “There is no finer feeling on earth than to be here with you.” I turn to rest a bit. As I do I feel your arms wrap around my body. I know it is going to be a wonderful weekend.
There's more on the way...
If you wanna know, yes this is a story that sort of happened when I went out to see a friend.......
Damn I'm a lucky girl.
I'd charter those EYES * * anyday....
Cheers!
What I want to do is set you on my lap, my lil cowgirl.
I'll grab your handy knobs and hold on.
Then I want your lil ring in my teeth.
Consider posting it on one of the erotic story sites like Literotica.com for wider exposure or submitting it to Clean Sheets, which is selective but very high quality. This is really well done.
More, More, More. That was great.