I thought, "Screw it all!" I knew that I wasn't coming back to that place, ever! Her light was off as I made my way up the street to where I had left my GTC. It was a really nice warm fall evening and I dropped the top and took a leisurely drive back to my place.
I looked up as I crossed the South Bridge and the harvest moon and the Getz wailing from the Bentley's superb sound system provided a perfect counterpoint to the blue mood I was in.
~
Janey
We hadn't cleared the door of my place when he ripped the elastic bandeau off over my head letting my tits lilt free. He was chewing licking and biting on my raging nipples as he walked me backward to the couch.
As soon as my legs hit the front of the couch he grabbed me, flipped my hips around in mid-air like he was handling a basketball and plopped me down face first. My inner voice chuckled, "You didn't think this through very well did you?"
I felt my panties slide down the outside of my thighs and he pinned my shoulders on the couch with one hand while he rubbed his very large cock around in my juices. Then without preamble he inserted that brutal instrument up to his balls into poor puss-puss.
The effect was more painful than sexual and I shrieked. He immediately started thrusting so hard that he was hunching the couch forward every time he hit bottom. And the resulting thumping noises must have made the people downstairs think that the Lipizzaner Stallions were putting on a show up here. But it was also definitely getting my interest.
I could hear a disembodied voice moaning and crying out, louder and louder. The voice sounded like me but I was actually some distance away hoping that that conceited motherfucker was getting an earful.
My big friend had just about reached the end of his rope when I beat him to the finish line.
He had filled me to the maximum and the tugging on my clit and the friction on my G spot was bringing on a contraction so big that it felt like it had originated in Canada.
Then, as I was about to come he stuck a finger up my butthole.
That normally grosses me out but the stimulation just perfectly fit the person and situation. That set me off like the proverbial skyrocket.
When the spasms started I clamped down on him, pounding the cushions of the couch, screaming and bucking.
He slammed it in one last time and held both of us in a rigid breeding posture roaring like a grizzly bear. I could feel his boiling hot sperm erupting into me each time he shot. It felt like a hot water balloon had exploded inside my pussy.
I shrieked at each pulse and milked every last drop out of him. The spasms went on for what seemed like a century and then he fell backward out of me almost landing on my glass coffee table. I lay there in about six thousand pieces trying to get my breathing back to something resembling normal.
He wanted me to blow him as soon as we recovered. I told him that I had a headache. He didn't want to hear that. So he flipped me around to face him, with my pussy leaking on my expensive rug; shoved his admittedly huge cock into my face and said, "Blow me bitch".
I got a firm two handed grip on the thing and said. "If you want to keep this, I suggest you get dressed and get out of here before I call 911 and report a date rape." I gave his cock a little tug to emphasize my point.
He looked like he was going to hit me, when common sense kicked in and he jumped angrily to his feet, grabbed his boxers and tried to put them on while hopping around the room to keep his balance. I stifled a laugh.
His dressing and pissed off exit took about five minutes, which was cutting it close. That was as long as I could hold it in before the wails and howls just welled up from the depths of my soul; helped along by the sheer emotion of the fucking I had just gotten.
No more fooling myself, I loved the guy. In fact I loved him so much that I couldn't bear being without him. And I knew from that last look of pain and longing that he shot me from across the room, that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. Unfortunately I had worked very hard to create the opposite impression. So I had to make it right. I picked up the phone and dialed the number that he had printed on his syllabus.
~
Paul
The landline was ringing before I had turned on the light in the entrance hall. My personal admin calls me on that line, when he can't reach me on my cell. I remembered I had turned the cell off for the duration in the bar.
He never calls me unless it's an emergency. So I scrambled into the kitchen without turning on the light and bashed my hip on the table. The stinger from that put the cherry on top of the whole ghastly evening.
I grabbed the phone off the hook and barked "WHAT!" There was total silence on the other end. I said "HELLO??" a couple of times, still silence. So I hung up and started fishing around on the wall to find the light switch.
The phone rang again. This time I picked it up and said with a frustration that had built up over the previous four hours, "You had better have a good reason for calling me at this hour Chuck!"
A female voice said, "This isn't Chuck."
I knew I had heard the voice before but I couldn't place it. So I said as neutrally as possible, "Can I help you?"
The voice said in her familiar smoky contralto tone, "Yes! You can stay out of the Tavern, permanently!!"
EXCUSE ME? Then it struck me. It was JANEY. I said in my most tightly controlled voice, "I beg your pardon?"
She said with rising anger in her voice, "the Tavern is my hang-out and you have no right to be in it."
I said, still keeping my voice neutral, "And what is it about my presence there that upsets you?" I resisted the urge to add, "So much so that you have to fuck large segments of the male population of the University of Pennsylvania because I am there."
She said, "Just BECAUSE it DOES and let's LEAVE IT AT THAT!"
I was for certain sure NOT going to LEAVE IT AT THAT. I said, "What makes you think that you can dictate where I can and cannot go?"
She hung up on me. I star 69'd her. She answered like she was crying, "Hello?"
I started in on her. "It is obvious that you don't like me. I don't know what I did to deserve that, but I accept it. I am leaving town for good at the end of this week and YOU WILL NEVER SEE ME AGAIN. So let me sign the articles of surrender right now and leave me alone!!"
There was a long pause at the other end of the line and some sniffling. She said in a small voice, "Can we meet tomorrow?"
My inner self did an extended end-zone boogey and spiked the ball. I said, "Of course we can. Where should I pick you up? Or would you rather meet me somewhere?"
With a voice dripping with sarcasm she said, "You already know where my place is, so you can pick me up there at 10 AM?"
~
Janey
My soul was doing cartwheels around the room. I was going to see him again and we were going to talk. I was going to make it right. Sleep was the last thing I wanted but tomorrow morning was going to be the most important day of my life and I needed to be fresh. So I set the alarm for 7 AM and swallowed an Ambien.
The sun was pouring in the big front windows as I drank my coffee and thought about what I was going to say. The fact was no matter how much longing I had seen in the look he gave me last night; in reality we hadn't progressed much further than an agreement to hate each other.
And I was still not sure that he wouldn't behave like a total asshole if I just outright declared my love for him. So I decided that I would hold my cards as close as possible to my undeniably delectable chest and see what developed.
I spent a half hour in the bath shaving everything that I could reach and putting lotion on the rest. I did my hair, which in my case amounts to drying it and brushing it for twenty seconds. I didn't want to overdo the makeup and perfume because that wasn't the impression I wanted to leave. This was important life-business, not a date.
That was also the reason I selected one of my best business suits. Wherever he was taking me I wanted him to understand that I was a thoughtful person with serious issues to discuss.
I was satisfied with the woman I saw in the mirror. She looked confident and well-put-together. That did a good job of disguising the quivering little woodland creature hiding underneath.
Satisfied, I walked down to the curb to wait. It was 9:45 AM.
~
Paul
The question was what to do with her. She clearly wanted to do nothing more than talk. So, it would send the wrong message if I tried to take her back to my place. And I was pretty sure she wasn't going to invite me up to hers.
But I also didn't want to conduct a discussion this potentially life-altering sitting around a Starbucks. An acquaintance of mine had loaned me a slip at the Philadelphia Marine Center. Since boating is one of my vices I had had my North American 40 brought down so I could do a little sailing on the Delaware.
It has a beautiful and roomy little quarter deck that is extremely public. I hoped that would dispel any of her notions about my motives. It was also very pleasant in a good clean nautical sort of way. It was the best neutral ground I could think of and it was not far from her place.
She was standing outside when I rolled up in the Bentley. I thought, "Hmmm, Doesn't even want me to darken her doorstep."
She was dressed for business not pleasure, literally. She was wearing one of those classic worsted grey pantsuits that all of the no-nonsense women in corporate America favor, except hers looked like it was a silk blend. It was topped off by an extremely expensive, pure-silk, white blouse with the big bow that substitutes for a tie with a woman.
I read her message loud and clear. "I am a totally sexless creature, so no hanky-panky." But even dressed like she was running for office she couldn't disguise those hips and that perfect round ass and her panther-like grace as she climbed in.
I had the top up on the Bentley because I wanted to make a statement myself, which was that I was not on a joy ride. Both of us were nervous so we limited the conversation during the short trip up the Schuylkill to talk about how school was going and general observations about the weather.
She had not asked where we were going and she was surprised and looked more than a little irritated when I parked at the Dave and Busters that fronts the marina. She was definitely NOT a Dave and Busters kind of girl.
I had packed a picnic of sorts in a little hand basket, just coffee and some scones with a container of clotted cream and the Dundee Orange marmalade I favor. I popped the trunk and took it out.
She looked at me quizzically. We proceeded through the marina gate next to the building without talking and stepped onto the dock that fronts the slips.
That was when she figured out where we were going. She said in a really angry tone of voice, "I'm not going out on a boat with YOU."
I said, "I KNOW THAT. It was just that there was no way you would be willing to come up to my place and I hate coffee shops. So THIS seemed like the best trade-off." And with that I gestured to the quarterdeck of my boat.
It was the first time in all of the time that I had known her that she actually looked delighted with me. We stepped down into the cockpit, which in an NA 40 is pretty roomy and I began laying out the cups and scones and pouring the coffee.
She eyed my preparations with an amused look on her face; sitting with her legs tucked gracefully up under her on the starboard side navigator's bench. When I was done I hitched the taller helmsman's chair over to the table in front of her and said, "So what do you want to talk about?"
She looked flustered then said with a nervous laugh, "What? No foreplay?"
I told her that I was neither smart enough, nor sophisticated enough, to beat around the bush with a woman like her. So would she please tell me what the problem was, thinking to myself, "The ball's in your court now sweetie pie!"
She looked thoughtful, while my inner voice was musing, "She really has a beautiful, wide, sensual mouth." Then the words came tumbling out.
She said that she had felt that there was something very special between us from the second that we had met. That's why she couldn't understand why I had been such a total asshole to her. "If you can please explain THAT to me, then we can just go our merry way."
I knew exactly what she was talking about, in terms of the "special" part, but "ASSHOLE"? So I said rather heatedly, "I felt the same total connection, but I didn't understand why you thought I treated you badly. Explain THAT."
She was really getting into it, angry now. She said, "You were cold and talked down to me every chance you had. I know I am not an international businessman but I am not STUPID and I will not be condescended to by the likes of you, no matter how smart and sophisticated you THINK you are."
So there it was. My inner voice started raging at me, "I hope you're happy you fucking moron! You treated her like shit because you couldn't handle how you felt about her and now she thinks you are a total prick. CONGRATULATIONS!! WHAT ELSE DID YOU EXPECT?"
Forget witty and urbane comebacks. I knew right then and there that I would never be able to live with myself unless I honestly and humbly told this brave little woman exactly how I REALLY felt about her.
I said, "I have never come close to experiencing anything like the way I feel about you. And I have felt that way the instant I laid eyes on you. To me you are the epitome of everything I have ever wanted and desired in a woman. And if I was disrespectful to you, or was not as forthcoming as you wanted me to be it was simply because that attraction turns me into a shy little boy when I am near you. And that has been the way it has been since the second we met."
She flopped back on the bench cushion like I had hit her.
I truly believe that the species would never have survived if it weren't for women. Men are just too simple minded. I was a full eight years older. I had been a spectacular success in business. And everything that needed to be said had now been said. Yet I was still sitting there, with my head hanging down passively, like I had just been called down to the principal's office.
Fortunately Janey took the initiative, as she has done every other critical time in our life. She thought for a couple of seconds and then pushed decisively off the bench, walked around the table, took my head between her beautiful little hands and laid a hot open mouthed kiss on me that curled my toes and had steam coming out of the top of my head like a character in a cartoon.
I stood up still kissing her and embraced that magnificent body, hanging on to her like she was the only thing keeping me from falling down a very deep and dark hole.
People talk about skyrockets going off when you first kiss the person you are going to be with for the rest of your life. It didn't happen in my case. Instead it felt like all of the missing parts of me had suddenly and irrevocably clicked into place and I was whole for the first time ever.
The sense of peace that engendered was beyond description. I pushed her back, looked at her lovely face and saw that she was crying and even shivering a bit.
I had not planned any seductions for that morning and frankly I wasn't sure what to do next. The obvious step was the cabin with its double-wide bed. But although every fiber in my body was screaming to seal the deal, I didn't know how she would interpret that move. So I hesitated.
She looked amused and said, "Does this place have a bed?" Aye, aye skipper!
The NA 40 has hull mounted bunks for serious racers but I had converted mine so that there was a relatively large bed at the end of the galley up against the forward sail locker. We more-or-less fell through the cabin door, with me tugging her coat and big silk bow off as we stumbled along toward the bed. She was yanking at my belt. We both had dropped our shoes as we fell into the bed.
I had unbuttoned most of the buttons of her silk blouse by that point. Her boobs in her fancy lace bra emerged. I gazed with wonderment at those phenomenal peaks; like the first white man who had ever seen the Himalayas, they were fucking awe inspiring!
She shed her blouse and reached frantically behind her to unsnap her bra. I am glad she did that because there were at least two extra hooks. I wouldn't have even known where to start.
What fell out were two of the most beautifully shaped breasts ever seen on a mortal woman; huge, firm and very high riding on her chest. The nipples were something special. Big and brown like the rubber nipples you buy for baby bottles except these were rock hard erect.
I took the time to worship each breast individually, licking and nipping, which gave both of us the opportunity to clear the decks below. We were now completely naked and I was on one elbow next to her gawking at her utterly perfect body.
Her wide hips screamed womanly with both hip bones and her mons jutting an amazing distance above the plane of her belly. Her legs were incredible, full and muscular and perfectly shaped with every muscle group clearly defined from her hips down to her feet.
But it was the unsurpassed perfection of her face, now totally lost in her own desire that turned her exceptional beauty into something far beyond perfect.
I moved between her legs which she gracefully raised off the bed to the classic fucking position. As I did so I could smell the fragrance coming off of her hair and the skin of her upper body. It was the golden smell of good health and unaffected beauty, almost tangy but with overtones of woods, fields and sun. It was erotic as hell; while her womanly scent would drive any man wild with lust.
I hesitated because I wanted to savor the moment but Janey doesn't work that way. She reached between us and impatiently inserted me into her.
People talk about a woman opening herself to a lover but until you have experienced what Janey did you will never understand what that means. Janey gave herself to me totally at that instant.
She spread and raised her legs even wider and rotated her hips so that I was touching bottom deep inside her. At the same time she was kissing me with a fully open mouth that invited me inside the other end of her body. It was the most intimate thing I have ever experienced.
Her pussy was the hottest and wettest I have ever fucked. It was pure silk, with little tweaks and flutters like distant lightening on a stifling summer evening in the Deep South. The heat was incredible, almost inhumanly hot.
She gasped loudly as I slid into her and she began to move emitting little ahhhs with each stroke. Then she began to breathe very loudly and deeply leading up to regular moaning.
Those moans and gasps continued for a short time and then she came.
It was nothing spectacular, just a loud groan, a tightening of the grip of her thighs on my hips and the clenching of her internal muscles. In the meantime I had picked up the pace. When she stopped coming she went back to moaning loudly now; so that anybody walking past on the dock would have heard her.
Her legs, which were at that moment spread eagled widely, began to move around restlessly in the air, as if she was winding up to another much bigger orgasm. I wasn't far behind myself and so I began to pound away accompanied by groaning, panting and loud moans.
Then she began to yell, "Ahhhh yes, mmmm!! Fuck me baby!! I'm YOURS baby!! I'll ALWAYS be YOURS!!" Those words drove me over the edge and into a long sunny canyon.
I came until my balls nearly fell off while the little voice inside me was doing a wild celebratory dance repeating, "She's mine she'll always be mine!"
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