Friends from teenagers they were; connected many years
later on Facebook. They’d never noticed each other back then - she was tall,
lanky, wore coke bottle glasses, no hips, no thighs; he was with the
"in" crowd. 20 years later she has come into her own: round firm ass,
legs that go on ‘til forever, defined back and shoulders, supple perky breasts.
He remembered her, the 6 footer, slender, always polite, shy, bit of a nerd,
never wild and loud. He too caught her
eye as well: dark chocolate complexion, midnight black dreads, thick lips, GQ
style. A gentleman with just a hint of rude. They had both migrated to New York
looking for the dream and found it, in their own way. She invited him over for
dinner; prepared scalloped potatoes, salmon with capers in a white sauce,
tossed salad and for dessert ... well...
The doorbell rings. She takes one final look in the
mirror; she’s wearing long white tube dress, with a split that travels up her
left leg to mid thigh, with a hint of Chanel #5 on every pulse point. Soft
natural makeup, lip gloss accentuating her thick lips, and a gentle curl to her
locs. She opens the door, and invites
him in. She inhales his scent as he enters the house; kiss her on the cheek,
looks her up and down, smiles and whispers
"Beautiful."
They have dinner, small talk: remembered school days,
migration, love gained and lost, children, politics. He compliments her on a
wonderful dinner, helps with the dishes and they retire to the deck. It’s a
full moon. They finish off the bottle of merlot and continue their
conversations under the stars. There is a slight chill in the air; her nipples
harden to the night's elements as they head inside. She asks what he desires
for dessert, he responds by kissing her full on her lips. The air is still. He
gets up, with a bulge in his pants. He
says
"Either we do something about this or I am
leaving, and the only thing left for me to eat tonight is you."
She gets up from the couch, walks towards him, and,
with such ladylike fashion, gets on her knees in front of him. He gasps and
calls the Lord's name in vain. She unbuckles his belt, releases the button, and
pulls the zipper down. He holds his composure well; he will not allow her to
break him - at least not so early in the evening. She releases his manhood and
begins to place gentle kisses along his shaft, suckles its head, massages his
opening with the tip of her tongue, teasing and tickling until she inhales all
of him, deep throat, her thick lips circling him. He curses the air, and starts
to fuck her mouth. He adds a rhythm and she follows; every new wine she
matches. He grabs her head to steady himself - he cannot and will not lose
himself to her. He feels himself losing, he is not ready to come, but she
refuses to let him go. He asks her to stop but she teases and tickles some
more. She comes up for air and he pulls out, bends down lifts her up and says
"Payback is a bitch."
She grins and bites her bottom lip.
"Bitch huh. You better take me like one."
His hands grab the ends of her dress and hitch them up
over those blossomed hips. He inhales her deeply; the cocoa butter beckoning of
her skin, her rising desire for him. Mouth-watering. He skims his hands up the
double-laned highway to heaven, calves, taut thighs, cupping that tight,
round...wooooo. He barely stops himself from flipping her over and thrusting
into her right there. His 5 o'clock shadow brushes along her sensitive inner
skin, just enough to make her quiver. His tongue, meant to soothe, merely stokes more
intense tremors. He spends some time in the slips - the crease between her legs
and outer lips.
"Don't tease me!" she moans, low in her
throat. She feels him smile.
Humming "Follow the arrow, just follow, don't say
no" he dips down, directed by the neat triangular patch, urged on by her
long-fingered grip on his head. Draping her legs over his shoulders, he slowly
skims the merest tip of his tongue along her most secret seam. Slowly, oh so
slowly up, then dipping in, curling his tongue on the way down, letting her
ooze onto him.
Suddenly he
shifts sideways and suckles her whole left outer lip into his mouth, massaging
it, diving the full length of his stiffened tongue into her deep
pomegranate-pink cat. His rock-hard length bumps her arm and she quickly takes
him in hand, pumping him fiercely, ripping a groan from his gut. Turning her
over, he pulls her on top of his leanly muscled frame. She pulls his huge
purple head back into her mouth, determined to distract him from the mess he is
making of her - or is it meal...
But he will not be denied. Simultaneously with his
tongue he presses the tip of his forefinger a little above, against her puckered
anus. Pop. Just a little bit in. She gasps and smiles; many Caribbean men treat
this as taboo – at least when they talk about it in public. Hooking her hip he
slowly makes circles around her clit with his tongue, mirroring the movement at
her other entrance. Like a tight rosebud she slowly loosens and opens to him.
Eagerly she presses back, so he slides into her up to the third knuckle...then
second... The pressure, the pull and tug is a tantalising counterpoint to his
tongue against the roof of her cat and his shaft brushing along the roof of her
mouth. She is wet-slick everywhere and every which way. Licking upward he
moistens his finger with them both.
“I want another one. Put in another one. Please” she
pants.
His middle finger joins. Then the ring finger.
“Oooooooooooo!”
He stills them, letting her get used to being filled.
Then slowly starts rolling the two outer fingers around the middle, widening
her bit by beautiful bit. Readying her.With a squeal she grips his sac, lightly pulling on
in, popping them into her mouth one at a time alternately. She savours them
like crème eggs at Easter time. Her cheek barely brushing his shaft nearly
blows it all. Time to shift this scene. Flipping her over again, head over the edge of the
table, he lightly bites each nipple then poises himself over her open mouth. He
lowers his full length into her, feeling her throat welcome all of him in. Her
hands reach up to grab his cheeks and pull, pumping him. More. More. More. The
sound is like waterfalls from heaven.
He surprises her by getting up.
“That looks lubed enough” he murmurs.
He repositions her again – can’t this man make up his
mind? This is like circuit training at the gym.
Up on all fours on the table, facing away from him
again. He slides his head between her walls, up and back, right to her puckered
rosebud again. Once more he pauses, only the tip of him touching her. Knock
knock.
“Do you want me. Here?”
"Want you ..... from the first day I saw
you" she whispers breathlessly.
A wave of emotion washes over him, and he eases
himself into her ass. She flinches.
"Am I hurting you?" he asks, massaging her
back, his face etched with concern.
"Just be gentle"
He feels her relax; she trusts him.
Dear God what have I gotten myself into, this woman,
this woman, this woman!
Her taut ass is just taking him in. She bites into the
pillow to muffle her screams - he snatches it away from her
"I want to hear you!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming, come with me" she
screams.
No, not yet. Not yet. He stops at the end of a
loooooong deep stroke.
“Slide those long nimble fingers into your cat.”
Her fingers
slide into her like old friends; they know all her spots.
“How does it feel? Tell me.”
"Hot, wet, please I want to come."
He pulls out.
"Rub your wetness on me" he groans.
She slides out her fingers with a glorious wet,
sucking sound, wrapping her slick, sticky hand around him, pumping vigorously.
"Please, back in me, now. Now"
Glistening with her desire he thrusts himself back
into her, forearms under her hips, pulling her onto him like back rows. He
lightly pulls her locs and spanks her pumping butt.
She swears the air blue, purple and passionate,
rolling her ass on him.
"Yes, yes, yes, yesssss, unh nnnnhhhh
mmmmmmmhhhhmmmmm ohhh myyyyy shhhhhhhhh!!!!!"
She cums like billowing waves battering the shore in
storm surge.
"Where do you want me to cum baby? Where do you
want me?"
He pants breathlessly, about to go right over the edge
himself.
“Ngggggggggmmmmmmmmmm” in reply.
"Oh hell, I want to see me poured all over your
gorgeous dark skin"
On the final thrust he slides all the way out and
spills his satisfaction all on her beautiful defined ebony back with a groan
fit to split the skies.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh uhhhhhhhhh!!!! Rass...."
She leans over to suck him, still dripping, into her
mouth, and he erupts with the last burst. One last time she deepthroats his
slowly softening shaft, lightly flicking her flushed peaked clit and cums again
in sync with his sighs.
