California Love

"SUIT? Check. Cashmere sweaters? Check. Two pairs of heels? Check. Agent Provocateur play set? Check. Another boring all-work-and-no-play business trip? No check."

This one was going to be different. This time, she had a different agenda- to finally consummate a relationship that should have been relieved a long time ago. They had been friends for some time now, ever since she moved out to California and they first met. He was there for her when she needed a friend so badly. The timing could not have been much worse, since she didn't know any one else, was heavily involved with the woman of her dreams and it was her first day on the job. She desperately needed a ride home and she had to ask the guy that was training her. Luckily, he obliged. And in that moment, the attraction they felt for one another was undeniable. He was an Adonis in her eyes. He had boyish good looks and the body of a football player, which he kept from his glory days- an all-American type with a blondish brown crew cut hair, bright smile and strong, willing hands. And he was very, very charming. He was the type who could charm the pants off any one-male or female, but especially female. You just couldn't deny him. And nor could she. So after years of messing around, being apart and being faithful, she decided to go for it.

He knew she would be in town for business, but he didn't know exactly what that business was. She had told him that she'd be in meetings with vendors much of the day in San Francisco, but once done, at night, that they could meet up for drinks before heading out the next afternoon. He agreed since he hadn't seen her in so long and since, truthfully, he wanted to see what could be done differently, this time. Before she left Sacramento, her and her girlfriend had stayed with him for a week, after they had sold the car and quit their jobs. He was a friend to them both, but for her, she was always interested in him as much more. But how could she act on it when 1) she'd had a girlfriend, 2) she wasn't sure if he'd reject her on grounds of righteousness or unattractiveness and 3) even if it was all good, the chances of getting caught were so ripe? Once she saw the time winding down, she knew, albeit late, she had to say something.

On the first night at his place, while the girlfriend was preoccupied with video games, she had decided to have a soak in the hot tub. She invited them both but only he accepted the invitation. The girlfriend dismissed them to relax as she began plotting her next move- on him. She was so nervous that she could barely stop fidgeting, but once at the spa, she put it all on the line. She had on bathing suit bottoms but couldn't find the top so she wore a matching push-up bra, instead, with a t-shirt on top. He looked at her as he took off his shirt and stepped into the tub. She knew what had to be done, so she pulled her shirt off, took off her glasses and stepped sexily into tub, keeping her eyes on him. She could see something in his eyes she had never seen before. The intensity behind his smile made her want to give in to all temptation. She wanted to give in to all of his sexual whims right then and there, but she had to pace herself. They talked, at first about benign things, but the topic quickly shifted to a more appropriate one-sex. She became bold.

"Do you think I'm attractive?"

"Yeah of course. Did you really have to ask?"

That was all she needed to hear. She moved closer to him. But he moved away. She moved closer again, but again, he moved away. She was getting frustrated fast.

"Why are you running away from me?"

"Hmmm...let me see...scared that your girl might come out here, that we might get caught by security. Gee, let me pick one!"

She tried to quell his thoughts but all he could think of was the possibility of her girlfriend catching them in the act.

"I just wish you had said something sooner."

He'd had loved to take her in the pool or in the nearby exercise room, but for him, the possibilities were damning. So she gave up and retreated back to the apartment and her mundane routine for another day.

The following day was business as usual until mid afternoon when he decided that they all go for a drive to get out of the house. Once again, the girlfriend declined company and let the two go off in search of a good time. Once in the car, the conversation turned quickly to the task at hand. She asked if he'd had an idea of where they were going but he said he didn't know where to stop. After driving around for a few moments, the pair pulled over to the side of the ride adjacent to an open field with picnic benches and a drainpipe. They talked at the tables, wondering how they were going to fulfill their desires but still pondering what could be dire consequences. They talked of the ways, the positions that would be most successful- quick and pleasurable. It was all too much for her, so she decided that since his conscience had suddenly popped up she would, once again, give up. Once in the car, she realized something- he couldn't drive. He just sat there, parked.

"What's wrong?"

"I want you so bad that I just can't let this go," as he struggled with his virtue and desires.

"Do you have protection?"

"No."

"So drive to the store and get some," she ordered.

He was fuming by this point and said, "It shouldn't be this hard".

She rubbed his leg and caressed his thigh, urging him onward, despite the facts. He fought himself from jumping on top of her, right then and there but he knew he could not any longer.

She reached over and began massaging his crotch as he moaned and began to tenderly kiss her soft lips. The only thing separating them was that damned driver's console and their clothes. Their hands roamed and explored each other. They were panting like animals, pawing at each other as if it were their last. He squeezed her breasts in his hands and bent down to lick her nipple as she sighed for more. He reached into her pants and fingered her clit as she moaned in ecstasy. He inserted two fingers and began to fuck her. She wanted more and he could smell it-even taste it. She writhed and came all over his lovely digits with a release unheard of. He licked his fingers clean and savored the sweet, refreshing taste of his spoils. He wanted more- so much more, but he knew he could not. She urged him to pound her pussy and pull out but he wanted it all. He didn't want to settle, though in a way he had already done so. Angry with himself, he shook his head and started the car. She wanted to taste him, too, but before she could even reach over again, they were on the road. With one hand on her thigh and the other the steering well, he cursed his stupidity at not carrying a condom. He cursed himself for letting his dick get him that far. He cursed himself for her telling him about her feelings so late in the game. And most of all, he cursed himself for caring so much about her that he didn't want to be the one to ruin her already established relationship. And she knew it.

They rode in complete silence. When they finally pulled into his parking space at the complex, he turned off the car and just looked at her. She stared deeply into his eyes and knew what he was thinking. He kissed her passionately, one more time, and got out of the car. And that was it. In a few days, she was on a plane to NYC to never be seen again until this trip. She had a lot riding on it, but no matter what, in the end, she knew it would be worth it.

The moment she stepped off the plane and breathed in the bay air, she knew she had to find a way to come back, permanently. She never wanted to truly leave, but things got so hard she didn't know how to stay either.

"Oh well. Can't waste too much more time on regret," she thought to herself. "Now was the time for making things happen."

She was picked up by a company car and quickly whisked away to the meeting site downtown. Around 7pm, things began to wind down and she saw her opportunity for first contact, so she gave him a call. After a few minutes of light banter, the two decided to meet up downtown at a popular martini bar around 9pm. Since he was driving from San Mateo, he decided to leave a bit early to pick up the present he'd been waiting to give to her since she left. Once the meetings were officially deemed concluded and the vendors and company met at a crossroads, it was 8:30pm. So she made a mad dash for the ladies room to change and get freshened up for the big night ahead. She had the rest of her bags taken back to the hotel as she hailed a cab to take her to her destination. She was nervous but not in a fidgety way. She was nervous because she hadn't seen him in so long she had hoped he thought she was still attractive. She was nervous about whether or not he would like her choice of outfit- charcoal mini dress with black leather platform boots that stopped at her knees. She was nervous as to whether he'd reject her again in honor of friendship. By the time she had worked through it all in her mind, she was at the bar.

She stepped into a smoky, but cool scene- complete with banquettes and suits with pretty young things. So she decided to grab an empty booth and wait. Only a few minutes later did she find herself face-to-face with him. He stood before her, grinning, holding a small black bag with a white bow. She knew the bag very well and was surprised he was holding it for her. They hugged and kissed on the lips. Then they sat down together to get reacquainted. After all of the stories, she suddenly realized that he had yet to present the bag to her.

"So, when do I get my present," she asked coyly.

"I told you it had to be done right. And this is right." He handed it to her as she peeked inside.

"Pull it out and tell me if you like it," he said.

"What a double entendre," she thought, giggled, and did as she was told.

It was perfect. It was a sheer black mesh thong and bralette set with large ivory satin bows on the sides. It was perfect. He did know her. And yes, he did want her.

She couldn't help but be mesmerized by his planning and adoration. She kissed him passionately as he held her close in his strong, muscular arms. She had missed this so much. And so far, it was all worth it. He knew he had to see her in it immediately so he asked that she excuse herself to put it on and she obliged. She stuffed her underwear into her clutch bag and donned his gay apparel. It was soft and silky against her skin. She played with the bows a bit as she began to fantasize of the things he'd be doing to her soon. She snapped out of it and dashed for the door to make it all a reality. When she returned to the booth, she noticed that he had taken the time to order bottle service of Dom, which she appreciated. Since her absence, he had been working for an investment firm. He worked his way up from CSR to Advisor and had the suit and moves to prove it. He no longer had to dream of the finer things, for he had them. He had a choice of women nightly, but always, he wanted her. She couldn't help but feel flattered at the fact, but still frustrated-but no more.

Here it was, right in front of them both, with nothing but space and opportunity- and a sheer black mesh thong- between them. She sat, she drank (he never cared for alcohol or cigarettes), they canoodled like new lovers and once the bottle ran dry, they decided to leave. In his planning he had figured that though his place in San Mateo was nice by most standards, it still wasn't right. So he rented the penthouse at the "W" Bay for the night.

His driver was waiting outside for the couple. He opened the car door for her to get in and he followed. Within a few minutes, they were at the hotel. Since he frequently used the hotel's bar for business meetings, he was able to garner the room on very short notice. There, he was important. Upon reaching the elevator they were greeted by a bellhop.

"Penthouse, sir," as he motioned them inwards.

She smiled, impressed by the respect being thrown his way. She couldn't help but think of how much and how little has changed. He had always looked out for her and did what he could. She always felt loved by him and he always made sure she never had to question. The bell dinged and the scene was set. He motioned her outwards with his hand placed gently in the small of her back.

"Good move," she thought. "Subtle, but good."

It was a beautiful room, lots of neutrals like charcoal grey, brown and cream with a dash of saffron and blue for measure, complete with a balcony. She smiled in approval.

He sat on the bed and took off his shoes and jacket as she gazed upon the view that was San Francisco Bay. He came up and stood behind her, quietly, and waited for her acknowledgement. She turned around and saw that familiar look in his face. She knew that this was it. He pulled her in close and kissed her passionately as the cool bay air snaked around them and made their warmest parts shiver. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, where he lay her down gently. She didn't move a muscle. He closed the balcony door and quickly disrobed to his boxers as he watched her lie there, waiting for instructions. He pondered where he would touch first, but first, he had to get that dress off. So he rolled her over onto her stomach and unzipped the side, slowly, watching her breathe. She wriggled out of the garment as she turned back over, to reveal what he had given to her. She looked like a gothic angel minus the black halo.

"Exquisite," he thought.

He studied every visible peak and valley. She had this hip bone that protruded only when lying down and with the heavy breathing, it made it even more pronounced. He kissed there first. Then he unzipped her leather boots, one by one to reveal her soft, glowing, smooth legs. She was definitely a well-kept woman and she knew how to present herself well. Her abs was taut with anticipation but the rest of her body remained relaxed, in waiting.

He kissed her feet, her calves, thighs, stomach, breasts, neck and lips. He lay on his side, by her side and kissed her again, with one hand around her neck, cradling her face gently. She could feel herself melting with relief into him. He was so strong and insistent as she wafted through his senses, stimulating each one. He could smell her desire and now he wanted to taste it. He slowly undid the bows that were holding the undergarment hostage to her body. He then sat her up and unhooked the clasp of the bralette to expose her perky, begging nipples. He suckled each one as she moaned with pleasure, cradling his head to her bosom. She smelled like Casablanca lilies mixed with jasmine and a hint of vanilla. He looked up into her eyes as he kneeled between her legs, praying within her temple of sensuousness. She smiled tenderly at him, lovingly even. He could see the anticipation and happiness in her eyes. He had missed seeing both so much. She lay back onto the sumptuous down pillows and pulled him on top of her. Their legs intertwined as they passionately kissed. With tension building, he could feel her getting increasingly moist as his hard member rubbed her mound. She then rolled him over onto his back and ripped off his boxers in one deft move to reveal his aching hard-on. She looked at it with glee and smirked. Before he knew it, her hand was wrapped around the shaft and the head was in her mouth.

His eyes rolled backwards into his head with satisfaction as he groaned a sigh of relief. With the tip in her mouth she rolled her tongue around and sucked it like a tootsie pop. There was no need for special instruction, for it was obvious that she knew what she was doing. As she continued to suck the head, she moved the shaft further into her slippery orifice inch by inch until it tickled her tonsils and made her gag. He loved to hear the gagging sound his dick created and encouraged her on with a hand on the back of her head, urging her onward. Spit trickled down as she deep throated him to the balls as he moaned and begged her not to stop. She coughed and began licking and sucking his balls as she further manipulated his shaft with her hand. With her free hand, while kneeling between his knees, she dragged her nails up and down his torso and legs, being careful to leave scars with just the right depth. He writhed in ecstasy and asked her to continue sucking his dick. She complied and continued to titillate the head of his cock with her tongue and cheeks.

He was more than delighted at this point when she suddenly jumped up and sat on his dick, carefully and slowly inserting it inside her dripping pussy. With that, he sat up and helped guide her onto his shaft as she moaned. They sat on the bed facing each other, her on top with legs wrapped around his waist and him straight up with legs out. She rocked back on forth on it until it became more comfortable for him to go deeper inside. She could feel him touching her cervix as she screamed with frustration. He then locked her legs around his waist and swapped places as he placed her on her back, knees to ears, to delve deeper inside her. This was the baby maker position so she knew she was going to come quickly this way, which she did. But he kept going, pressing into her thighs with his massive shoulders and making her repent for her prior sin of leaving him high and not-so-dry. His cock was about nine inches and very thick. She had no trouble feeling him all over. He could feel her muscles tense up on him when he went deeper and hit her spot. He loved every minute of making her squirm and come at the same time. As he sped up his motion, the more she tightened around him. She wanted and tried to push him off of her, to give her some room, some time to recover, but he refused. He refused to give in to her whim, for once. And it was when he did this that he finally heard what he had been longing to hear for years from her lips. "Fuck me."

He happily and quickly obliged as he slowed down his tempo, wrapped her ankles around his neck and kissed her as he went even deeper inside her. She held onto him for dear life as she felt she had no other recourse for her sanity. He was so demanding yet sweet. She could feel her body becoming limp and he could too. It was all too much for her, but she didn't care and asked him not to stop. He kissed her again, softly, as he came inside her. But he was not done- he still w anted to taste her. As permission was finally granted for rest (or so she thought), he sat back on his feet and let her legs dangle in the crux of his arms. He kissed her legs and licked and sucked her toes. She giggled for she knew what he was up to. Sweet. He then bent her legs and spread her knees to reveal his prize. It was shiny and wet with their mixture. He had to taste it.

He slowly licked her clean from the lips to ass as she rubbed his head and shoulders, being careful not to touch her already engorged clitoris. She liked his head and how it felt- all prickly but soft and well-rounded. She appreciated the favor for he knew what her clitoris was capable of and did not want to leave and severely lingering clues for the other. She pulled him up to her face and licked his lips because she knew it tickled. He chuckled and kissed her lovingly on the nose, smiling.

She glowed in the faint moonlight, feeling as if dawn was not too far away. She ran her hands along his well-developed shoulders, biceps and pecs. She reached up and nuzzled his neck. She licked and sucked her way to his nipples, which were begging for attention. She sucked the tips while keeping her gaze on his eyes. This is a too often neglected erogenous zone for men, but she knew better than to ignore it. He moaned, surprised to find her mouth so pleasurable there. She then pushed him off of her and turned around, sitting on her feet, with her back to him. He examined her curves with the posterior view. She was beautifully shaped, with just enough of everything- nothing was in excess. Her long, beautiful neck, toned shoulders, straight spine, perfectly arched lumbar- complete with back dimples, and a nice, round, and tight ass. She wanted him to look at her- to study her form. They both knew it very well could have been the last. So they were sure to take it all in. With photographic memories this was an arduous task, because of the complications. But for now, everything was simple. It was just he, just her, in this one place, together, for hours. It was all they had so they appreciated every minute and made sure each moment in between lingered for another.