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Madeline returned and handed him a glass, keeping one for herself. She held it up. "To a beautiful new friendship."
He touched his glass to hers then took a sip but the way she was looking up at him didn't make him inclined to stand around sipping whiskey. He took her glass and set them both down then wrapped his arms around her again. She came willingly.
Her mouth opened under his, inviting him in and her tongue teased along his, sending his pulse soaring as his blood rushed lower. He pulled back and looked around for the best place to sit that would accommodate both of them but, again, she took him by the hand. This time she led him through the house to her bedroom and turned the bedside lamp on. He wanted to turn on the overhead so he could see every inch of her but suspected that might kill the mood a little so he settled for pulling her to him as he perched on the edge of the bed.
He peeled her clothes off, sitting on the bed in front of her, as if he were unwrapping a gift, revealing her flesh inch by tantalizing inch. His big hands cupped her plump white flesh and his calloused thumb glided over her engorged nipple. Her sharp intake of breath when he leaned in and flicked his tongue over it quickened his own pulse.
She slid her hands into his hair and pressed little kisses all over his face. His eyes closed as he savored the feel of her under his hands and her hot lips pressed to his face. It had been far too long since he'd had the pleasure of a woman and this was an exceptional woman. He opened his eyes to feast on her.
Jason reached down between them and cupped her naked sex, slid a finger along her labia and into her core. She gasped and shuddered, staring into his eyes. "When your finger slides across my labia like that, it's . . . " Words seemed to fail her.
"You're so wet," he whispered.
Eagerly, she began to unbutton his shirt and pants, then unzipped them. She started to pull away and he was loathe to let her go, but he did. She only went as far as the bedside table where she opened the drawer and pulled out a small foil packet. Turning back to him, the sexy little smile on her lips as she tore open the little package sent a rush though him.
He quickly stood and divested himself of his shirt then shucked off his pants. Torn between the need to pull her back to him and the desire to drink in the sight of her plump flesh, he held still and watched as she returned to him, put one hand on his chest and pushed him back onto the bed. She slid the latex down over his engorged cock with a smooth motion and straddled him.
Her hands circled his covered cock and she gently aligned him with her center then bit her lip as she slid down onto his erection. Jason's eyes rolled back as her moist heat enveloped him and squeezed his cock. He moaned in utter abandon but she wasn't done yet.
He looked up into Madeline's flushed and smiling face as she began to move over him in a motion that gave new meaning to the phrase rock and roll, her hips undulating as she rode him. Jason slid his hands up her thighs to cup her hips and wandered up to support her full breasts as they bounced above him. This, this is heaven, right here. Then he found out what heaven really was as he watched Madeline moan through her first orgasm as she continued to ride him, breathing deeply and his own orgasm went off like a rocket. His eyes closed and he saw fireworks.
A few minutes later, he could have sworn he'd actually lost consciousness for a moment. He was breathing deeply and sweating but he felt better than he had in ages as Madeline lay beside him, stroking his chest with a hand and running her fingernails along his goatee.
* * * *
After a bit, Madeline went out and got their glasses from the living room. When she returned, Jason was sitting up, drinking in her every move as she walked into the room, still naked, and handed him a glass then sat on the bed next to him.
Jason held his glass up. "To beautiful friends," he said, amending her earlier toast.
She touched her glass to his and swallowed a mouthful. "The best is yet to come."
- COMMENTS
oldpantythief5 months agoWell that escalated quickly, but when the stars align it just works. I do have a question, do ladies normally keep condoms in their nightstands? It just kind of surprised me that she had one that handy. Nice story that could go on for a few more chapters, thanks
wildhunterover 2 years agoNice smooth moving story and well written
I"d love to read more of your work if it is available on here
Chuck
Anonymousabout 3 years agoOh, did I like the passion, their willingness to explore their urgent need to be together.
Anonymousalmost 5 years agoGreat story!
I can live with this.
Is there more? I want him to ask if he can help somehow with the arts or just be by her side at a reception -- evening dress. He does own his on tux, correct?
What 50-year old business man doesn't???
Northpacific2017about 6 years agoA nice romantic read, about good people,all has been said that needs to be,except my thanks for the entertainment.
NorthPacific
FAWCkerover 8 years agoThe author who wrote this story is MagicaPractica. Thanks for FAWCking!
MSTarotover 8 years agoA very nice romp in the sheets between to adult believable characters. Simple storytelling, offset by characters that you could meet in any coffee shop in any town. Believable, romancy and simple fun to read.
Critique: I noticed a call for conflict or more action. To me, that was not what was missing. There has to be a strong emotional link between the writer, his characters, and the reader. In a story this short you have to really work to pull off emotions that strong.
His wife was your key to that. And it doesn't take much, anyone that has lost a family member, friend, or loved one to cancer can be drawn into emotionally by survivor's.
pain. As light handed as
Looking at his left-hand Jason absently ran a finger over the bare skin. The phantom feeling of the missing ring belittled the fact the pale circle was growing less noticeable every day. He smiled sadly. "She was proud of them. ---
Little moments of pain the writer shares with the reader. It's emotional bait. Drawing them into to the story deeper and deeper, like a woven fish trap. Once entered too far they can't get back out.
And once they are trapped like that the sex scene becomes hotter than any you could ever write. Because the reader is there, wishing the character a glorious moment of happiness to offset the pain they shared.
What you have here is the "bones" of a very good story.
Good job.
legerdemerover 8 years agoRealistic, gentle, just what the doctor ordered. But the drama is yet to come. Nice use of the four words, and props for the terrific writing mechanics.
sheablueover 8 years agoThis was a really nice story, well told, well-written, with characters that rang true, and who you were rooting for the whole time. But .... there was no reason to root for them, because there was no conflict. They meet, instant attraction, find each other again, hit it off, fall into bed and everything works out wonderfully. I enjoy a happy ending, but I would have liked just a little bit of conflict, second thoughts, unexpectedness. But ... it was so well told I can't help but like it a whole lot.
PennLadyover 8 years agoI also liked these characters -- refreshing to read about characters who feel real. A little predictable, perhaps, but well-executed. Nice job.
AMoveableBeastover 8 years agoAs was mentioned by others, there is a sense of honesty to this story, an actuality to the characters that make them easy to root for and identify with. A bit of the common touch, if you will. That goes a long way in keeping readers interested.
Unfortunately, I felt there was some excitement missing from this one. The plot isn't uninteresting, but it felt...predictable and without bite. It wasn't unpleasant. To the contrary, it was maybe a bit TOO pleasant. Then again, I'm a rough seas kind of person, so take my opinion for what it is worth.
You also have some muddy punctuation in there. I'll give you an example in the very first section.
"Jason walked into the coffee bar and over to the counter. "Can I get a . . . " He looked past the counter and saw her sitting at one of the tables, snuggled into a black leather coat with a plush lining and displaying the most magnificent cleavage he had seen in a long time."
In the above sentence, who (or more precisely, what) is displaying the most magnificent cleavage? Nothing snuffs out the fire of a sexy description like a couple misplaced modifiers.
I enjoyed this. I am very fond of everyday characters in my erotica. Real life is sexy to me. But it was all just a little too safe for my taste.
