The Visitor

It's 8:00 pm, I'm sitting at one of the studio tables wrapping the projects from a birthday party. Insert coupon, put name on tissue paper, wrap so name shows through bag, onto the next piece...when a tall, dark haired guy with a shit eating grin is standing in my doorway. Hey there bad girl, what's happening with you these days? I forget all about the parent who is supposed to be showing up any minute now and jump out of my chair, "OMG, you're here, why didn't you tell me you were coming?" And as the words leave my mouth, I suddenly stop, remembering the emailed words, the fantasies shared - this man knows more about me than anyone. I've shared details that I wouldn't share with my therapist...in the split second these thoughts seize my brain, I receive a bear hug and a kiss on the top of my head, "I couldn't wait any longer and thought I'd just take my chances on showing up. I didn't think you'd let me come if I'd asked."

"You're probably right on that, but I'm glad to see you." I say.

"Well, show me around." you say, with the shit eating grin still on your face.

What is he up to? My nerves are so tense - I can feel them just wanting to jump out of my skin. What if one of my regulars walks in, there's no way I can hide what I feel. My face will show it all...it always does. That's why I don't lie -- God gave me the face of honesty. If you don't want the truth, please don't ask me -- ask someone else.

"Well, here's the studio. My office is back here behind that door, the clean up area is here and there's a bathroom right there. Then there's the downstairs this way.' We walk down the stairs and I show you the employee area, storage area and utility areas - not to mention the large party room with its stark white tables and black and white chairs. I was expecting you to do something down here, you'd written about it and I was just thinking, or maybe hoping...

"What's that out there" you asked, pointing to the building behind the parking area "is that yours too?"

"Yeah, that's just a storage area. I've tried renting it out, but no one seems to be interested. I store things I need to get rid of back there."

"Well, let's see it."

"Umm, sure, okay.

Unlocking the door you stop me as I try to turn on the lights. "We don't need those" you say. You put your hands on my shoulders turning me around, "let's feel our way around." You bend your head down towards mine and we kiss a deep, wet, throaty kiss. Your hands have moved from my shoulders to my hips, then around to my ass. My hands have discovered the flesh under your t-shirt and are exploring your chest and stomach, reaching cautiously to your pants. You don't stop me. My hands continue to unbutton your jeans, my lips finding their way to your ear, whispering to you that I don't want to wait any longer, I've been wet for you for months, now that you are here I don't need foreplay I need satisfaction.

I push you gently down onto a pile of boxes and pull your pants to your knees. I take my jeans and t-shirt off and throw my leg over your chest placing my wet pussy just above your mouth while my lips attach themselves to the hard throbbing cock in front of mine. I use my hand to stroke your shaft up and down, harder and harder in turn with my sucking you in and out. Licking and sucking, teasing and softly biting it only takes a few minutes for us both to cum.

I try to get up, but you won’t allow me to. You are nowhere near finished with me. You reach around your body and grab my ass, “sexy ass” you say, and pull me gently down onto your mouth again. Your tongue is darting around my clit then pushes deep inside the pink of my wet pussy. You lick my pussy from top to bottom making sure that you surprise me by slipping your tongue inside all the way, then you go back to teasing my clit. “Mmmmmmm, you taste so good baby, cum for me right now, cum all over me.” That’s all it takes, just a little enticement and I am gushing all over your face again. You lick every last drop from me and then turn me around.

You place me where you were laying and take my hand. You move my hand down between our legs placing it on your cock where I stroke back and forth slowly. As you inch your way closer to my body, I start to rub you up and down my wet pussy, rubbing your head inside to catch my moisture then continuing upwards to play with my clit, using you for my own personal, live dildo.

Without warning you thrust your cock inside me, you can feel my hot wetness through your body. You hear me moan and feel me shudder with you deep inside. You squeeze my knees together and wrap my arms around them; you drive your cock into me harder and faster. My moans have increased to screams, cum for me baby, please cum hard for me – I want you to come all over me. As you pull your cock from my warm, wet pussy I grab it with my hands, the moisture from us both is more than enough to keep my hands sliding up and down your hard shaft as you cum all over my stomach and chest with just a drop hitting my lips that I slowly, deliberately wait for you to see as I slide my tongue over my lips and catch your cum on the tip, taking it into my mouth to swallow.

Homecoming...(aka If Only)

You step off the commercial jet glad to have your land legs back for just a little while before you have to continue your trip. It’s been six very long months of waiting to get to someone you left the states not really knowing at all, to today when you know her deepest, darkest secrets, sharing intimacies she hasn’t shared in many years. One nearly missed meeting two years ago, a moment that created months of “if only” fantasies. If only you weren’t married, if only she invited you in, if only…and then a phone call. A kind phone call from a long distance friend to say hello again. To see if there was something you could do to mend the hurt – and her response, telling you to go away and never call back. What had you done, how could you fix it, and what could it possibly be?

A mistake, a simple mistake that once again placed you on a path to alter “if only.” If only had become when. ‘When I get there, baby,’ you would tell her when you could hear the uncertainty in her voice. ‘When I get there,’ you would tell her when you felt her hesitate and think just a little too long about what seemed to be an unending list of ‘if only’ obstacles. The ‘when I get there’ replaced all the ‘if only’s’ until they were no longer part of her vocabulary. She was intelligent, accomplished and knew where she had been in life. You wanted to show her where she was going, and if you didn’t figure it out soon you would be headed back to ‘if only.’

You saw her first, standing with her back to the thickly painted cinderblock wall of the airport terminal. You chuckled as you headed toward her. She was wearing a leopard print blouse with a snug, black knit skirt that hung to just above her knees and heeled black pumps. It was a private joke; Mama Cougar is here, is what the outfit said. At 21 years my senior, she was still having a hard time with the age difference. Her heart was telling her one thing, while her head argued public opinion. She still hadn’t seen you; you could see that she was nervous. Spending hundreds of hours with her on the phone, you truly didn’t know if she’d be here when you arrived. You had hoped she wouldn’t let you down.

Suddenly you realize her blue eyes are staring directly at you. Those are the eyes that you’ve seen every night before you’ve fallen asleep, her picture taped to the bunk over yours. She smiles at you, then looks down to the floor, takes a deep breath and waits for you watching nervously as you move toward her. She doesn’t know what to do, you think before you get to her – you’ll have to fix that immediately. Just a few more steps…standing toe to toe you look into her eyes, lean forward and kiss her. Softly, quickly before she can think about what is happening, she melts. As you pull away from her she says, “Hello, Love Muffin.” You smile as she grabs your hand and pulls you toward the outer doors. As she gets outside she turns and takes a longer look at you, smiling from ear to ear she says “I can’t believe you are really here. Are you still sure about this, sure about me?” You are.

You arrive at a dark blue Silverado. She unlocks the doors and climbs into the back, you get in behind her. You’d really like a shower, but there’s no time. A two-hour layover not including the 45 minutes of trying to get back into the airport through the security check. There’s too little time and too many things you want to do, to tell her, promises made that you don’t want to break. But she looks into your eyes and you know its okay. You don’t need to talk about anything. Six months of foreplay is more than enough. Even if you never see her again, today, in this very brief period of time she is yours. She has invited you into her. She unbuttons her blouse revealing a black lace bra underneath; you put your hands around her breasts bending your head to kiss the space between them, then moving upward to her neck, searching your way to her lips.

You know what you want, but you won’t last. She licks the gloss on her lips and reaches for your belt. Against your better judgment your mind is saying stop her, you aren’t in control yet, by you can’t. You don’t want her to stop. She opens the front of your pants and strokes her hands along your hardness. You’ve moved your hands to her ass, sliding them between her skirt and hose. You can feel the tiny lace thong that matches the bra, although you can’t see the color you know that it’s matching black. Her mouth still wet from kissing yours, moves to take your throbbing cock in her mouth. As her tongue licks around your shaft you can feel an explosion building when she pulls away from you. Pulling her skirt up to her hips she moves to sit facing you sliding your cock into the soft, warm wetness you’ve imagined for months. As she moves her hips up and down on your shaft you can’t stop the hot explosion from coming. She can feel you tighten and smiles, moving her lips to yours again, sucking on your tongue as you cum in her.

Not getting up she puts her arms around your neck, and her head on your shoulder and with tears in her eyes says “I’m glad you’re back home. Can I walk you back to your terminal?”

Surprise Visitor (aka Tuesday)

A noise wakes me. It’s still dark outside and all my senses are alert waiting for another sound in the night. Not hearing anything I get out of bed and slowly creep down the hall to the kitchen. It’s cold out; the t-shirt and tiny thong don’t cover enough to keep me from shivering as I check the house for movement. Then I hear a noise downstairs. My heart races as I head quietly, silently down the steps. As I open the door and step down into the large family room I try to adjust my eyes to the darkness. I look around and still don’t’ see anyone in the room.

Suddenly a hand goes around my face while another pulls me backward toward a warm, hard body. Quickly and gently – as a slightly familiar voice whispers in my ear, “It’s me, don’t scream” as he kisses my neck. Taking his hand from my face I turn and look into the shadows for the eyes I’ve been longing to see.

“How did you get in?” I said, my heart still beating hard from fear and surprise.

“Well, I already knew where you lived and since you said it was such a safe neighborhood, thought I’d try the door just in case you didn’t lock it. I didn’t intend on waking you. I just thought I’d surprise you in the morning after everyone had gone for the day.”
“I can’t believe you are really here,” I whispered, wondering how he got here. I didn’t expect to see him in person for at least six months.

Shyly I turned around to him, putting my arms around his neck and pulling him to me. Sweet, soft and wet were our first kisses as we explored each others’ mouth. His tongue darting in and out of my mouth, biting and teasing my lips between breaths, taking turns my tongue slides in and explores the sweetness of his mouth, devouring the wetness, my body being drawn to the warmth of his. Like a magnetic pull, my body curves into his. I feel his hard cock pressing into me leaving me no doubt of his intentions, forgetting about the sleeping life upstairs.

His warm hands barely touched me as he stroked my hips; suddenly he grabbed the sexy roundness of my ass and pulled me to him, pulling me closer and closer until I felt as if his skin were mine. The roughness of his hands stroked my back, my shoulders, slowly moving around to my sides, up and down, softly caressing the smooth skin on the sides of my breasts without placing his hands where I truly wanted them. Fire, my body feels as if it’s on fire, taking me from the cool, early morning shivers as I headed down the stairs to now having a bead of sweat slithering its way between my breasts.

My hands dropped from around his neck to explore his body. A body I did not know but had dreamed about, softly, slowly my fingers slide from his neck, to his chest – the shyness was gone, curiosity had taken over. My hands slid down his belly, circling his flesh until I reached his belt. He sucked in his breath. Pulling the belt loose I unbuttoned his jeans, button after button…finally being able to slide his pants to his thighs I began kissing his neck, down onto his chest stopping just briefly to bite and pull at a tiny brown nipple. My tongue now awakened licked his chest from his nipples down to his belly, to the right and left, circling slowly until he could no longer wait for what he knew was coming.

First stroking his balls then licking them one by one until they were shining with the moisture of my tongue, circling and then sucking one in and then the other, never playing favorites. I move my fingers to stroke that smooth hard spot just behind them. I can feel his anticipation, his desire, his hardness - licking my lips I take the head of his cock into my mouth, holding his ass in my hands I pulled him toward me. I didn’t want to leave any part of him in the cool, nighttime air. I wanted him to feel nothing but the heat in my mouth, sucking him in deeper and deeper. Sucking him in and out, stroking his balls, I could feel him losing control but I didn’t stop. Deep, sucking strokes on his cock, I needed to have all of him. I could feel him stiffen and hear the soft moans of his pleasure as he came in my mouth, his juices flowing down the back of my throat, down the sides of my mouth, swallowing the sweet saltiness of him I stood up smiling at him, looking into his eyes.

Months of service, duty, honor tightened inside him, he had read her on screen words for the last six months, nothing, not even climax, could make him not want to taste her wetness. He pushed her back to the soft white sofa in the corner of the room, spread her legs wide and buried his face deep into her pink mound. Like honey syrup, her juices were warm and sweet. His tongue licked her clit back and forth beating its own rhythm, her hips rose to meet his licks, sometimes he placed his full tongue on her, other times he barely touched her with the tip, teasing her to give himself time to become hard again. When he felt her clit was properly tortured with his tongue, he pushed his tongue into her, making it as long and hard as he could, pushing it in, out, in, out – watching her squirm trying to get him deep inside her was all it took.

He lifted up and as he was about to place his weight on her, she stopped him. Pushing him back on his knees she once again put her lips on the head of his cock, stroking it several times to bring him to full hardness. She pushed him back onto the other end of the sofa and turned, with her backside to him she placed a leg on each side and slid herself onto his hard, throbbing cock. Using her knees and thighs, keeping her back straight up, she rose and then slid back down his cock over and over. Moaning softly, to not wake the sleeping household, she put one hand in her mouth biting on the flesh, she was so wet and warm, he didn’t know how much longer he could hold on without exploding in her. He reached around and grabbed her breast and pinched at her small pink nipple, she could no longer hold her moans – she came so hard that she could not hold herself upright. Seeing her struggle to retain her balance and continue pumping, he began thrusting his hips upward into her vibrating pussy. Letting out a low growl he spurt his cum into her a force so hard she felt every squirt.

Just as they were beginning to relax someone turned on the lights…