The Right Man, The Right Ad (closed for ThePhoenixMan and Little_Miss_J)

Jason Harbison
Age 40
Salt and Pepper hair, cut stylishly short
Steel grey eyes, full of mystery and intrigue
6'4" tall, 200 lbs, athletic build

Jason sat at his office desk, crunching numbers and filing through reports as his life passed before his eyes. He'd always been a player living the bachelor life. Yet now, at his advancing age, he found the pickings available at the local bars to be less than fulfilling. The women were way too young, inexperienced, and too air-headed for his tastes.

He tried blind dates, friends of friends, and so on, but no one piqued his interest. It was during an after-work drink gathering that Jason noticed a close friend of his, who was married, flirting quite knowingly with a married woman. Jason later found out that Wayne always sought out the married women for several reasons: they were safe, they were in it for the sex, and for the most part, they were discreet! That got Jason to thinking long and hard. He needed a married woman! Not someone who'd be clingy and stuff, but in it for some good, old-fashioned, raunchy sex. He had recalled the movie "9 1/2 Weeks," and recalled how much the topic had excited him.

Late one night, he sat up and found a site that posted personal ads. It took him a while to find the right words, but he finally settled on what lay on his screen in front of him. He submitted it to the site, never really thinking he'd receive an honest reply, and if he did, he could only imagine what she'd look like.

That was almost two weeks ago. He had only received one valid response, which after reading it, thought he was wasting his time.

Jason had practically forgotten about the ad, until his email acct popped up, telling him his personal ad mailbox had another response to his ad. Jason looked up from his work desk. The Senior VP at a major marketing firm, Jason needed to be sure no one would catch him checking the illicit email. He took a deep breath and held it as he logged into his personal account to retrieve the response.

His eyes went wide, studying the photo intently, wondering if this was some joke? Could this be for real? This woman was stunning! Her radiant smile, high cheekbones, and brown eyes were absolutely captivating. He stared at the image for quite some time before even reading her response. Her long hair and slim figure also kept his eyes glued to the screen. He found it hard to believe that anyone would not give up their right leg to satisfy this woman! When he read her response, he had to smile, images of he and she engaged in all kinds of perverted sexual positions and encounters filled his brain.

Her response was witty, and Jason wanted to echo the sentiment, so he chose his words carefully, making sure once more that no one would interrupt his typing.

Alex,
I left no name because I thought names may be too personal. However, since you have given me your name, we'll stay on a first name basis only. My name is Jason! I've enclosed a photo that I hope does some justice. Though I am 40, I have the energy of those many years younger by staying athletically fit.

I am captivated by your photo and can already envision intimate moments being with you. I hadn't stated anything about a married woman, but the truth is, I was preferring a married woman.

If you'd like to explore some of those fantasies you thought you'd never be able to live out, then now is the time to take that first step. Pick a hotel, date, and time. I'll clear my schedule and make the arrangements! I look forward to hearing from you.

- Jason

Jason sent off the reply and returned to work. However, he kept the image of Alex minimized on his screen and would return to it from time to time, getting visions in his head!

Jason was becoming impatient, constantly checking back to his email to see if Alex had replied to his response yet. He felt foolish for being so giddy, yet the image of Alex, which still remained on his computer was doing things to him, he thought he'd lost a long time ago. Luckily Jason had a secretary, and other coworkers that had interrupted his daydreaming, demanding that he get some work completed. He was, afterall, at work!

Being Senior VP, offered him a lot of benefits, but with it came the overall responsibility of making sure things ran smoothly. If things went smoothly, his job was easy, rather non-existent. However, if there was a problem, it always came down on him to provide a quick, reasonable, and most of all, profitable solution. Jason spent the rest of the morning tending to reports and putting out fires. He broke for lunch, then hustled back to his desk to check once again. Still, there was nothing, and Jason began to wonder if it was a hoax, his identity, potentially lingering out there for someone to pick up on?

A little while had passed, and the pop-up icon signaled he had an email. Jason checked, and sure enough, his private account had a message. Ensuring his privacy once more, Jason opened up Alex's reply and read it carefully.

" ... first name only ... Obviously ... photo ... striking ... quiet ... understand ... "

Yes it looked like things were going well. He kept reading, and there it was! Exactly what he was looking for!

" ... Montenagro ... Friday ... after lunch ..."

"Perfect," Jason almost yelled out, loud enough for everyone to hear! His heart was racing and his blood coursing through his veins. Jason had a renewed sense of energy, vigor, and urgency. He was ALIVE again!

There was more. He kept reading, even though the note was brief.

" ... talk ... before we entertain other ideas ..."

That last part confused him. Talk breeds intimacy, intimacy leads to feelings, and feelings lead to trouble! Had he not made it perfectly clear it was all bout the sex? What was there to talk about, other than limits, and maybe a 'safe' word? Jason scratched his head. He needed to think this one out carefully. In the meantime, that didn't preclude him from going ahead, and making accomodations at the Montenagro.

Jason knew the place very well. It was noted for its fine rooms, each one equipped with an extra large Jacuzzi tub, and the king sized four poster beds. It's catering had also received numerous awards. 'At least the lady has class," Jason admitted as he searched the internet for a phone number. It popped up on the screen, along with a picture of the ten-story building.

Jason picked up the phone and dialed the number. A pleasant voice came on the other end. "Yes. Hello. I'd like to reserve a room for this coming Friday. I should be arriving around 11 am. Yes. Mmmhmm. One night. Sure thing. Name? Ummm... Alex ... Alex Harbison ... Cash ... Confirmation? ... Sure ... Go ahead!" Jason jotted down the number on a pad the quickly ripped it from the pile and shoved it in his pocket.

He went back to his work for the time being, trying to think how he'd like to reply. It was nearly quitting time when he settled on his reply.

Alex,

Friday, Montenagro, one o'clock.

There'll be an envelope at the front desk with the initials A.J. on it. In it will be the keycard to the room. I look forward to seeing you there with baited breath.

I admit, I am a bit confused, when you say you want to talk. Is it a safeword you seek, a word that once uttered under any circumstance, will bring an end to the encounter? "Montenagro" seems simple enough. Say the word one time, and everything stops, and we go our separate ways.

Other than that, words can only get in the way of what we are ultimately seeking, would you not agree? Limits? Limits are best explored, ventured, tested, stretched. Is that not what we both are seeking?

Fear not! Follow your instincts. Listen to your body. Free your mind.

-J

Jason read the reply nearly as soon as it was delivered. It wasn't that he was lingering at work, waiting around for Alex to respond; or was he? All the others had left, but he lingered around. He usually did, anyways. He always got extra things done, once the distraction and interruption of the other employees were gone.

It must've been around dinnertime when he noticed the popup on his monitor. Before he opened the mail message. Jason reopened the image of Alex and stared at it. Her lovely face had captivated him, and images of his lips pressed ever so gently against her soft pink lips. He didn't want to think about it, but he found it difficult not to imagine his hands exploring her body. Visions of his palms gliding over her curves and coming to rest on her rounded breasts were playing over and over in his head; her nipples hardening under his touch.

Jason punched the enter button on the computer, opening the email message from Kate, putting a halt to the rampant, runaway thoughts filling his head. He concentrated on the words, wondering how she had taken what he had to say. He had been slightly worried about the issue of 'talk'; worried that she would be too nervous and needed the comfort of 'talk' to soothe her nerves and her worries. But Jason wanted none of that. It wasn't just the sex. He could get that any time. There were plenty of young bimbos out there who would do anything to have access to his wealth, and his lifestyle. That was part of the reason he sought out a married woman.

'Danger.' No doubt, what he was about to enter into was extremely dangerous. Obviously there was danger for Alex, but there was also danger for Jason. Jason's reputation was at stake, more so his status within the corporation. It had nothing to do with bedding another woman, but the notion of him being with a married woman would not sit well with the president and board members, all of whom were married. They'd be looking over their shoulders at him, untrusting, worried and wondering if he was bedding their spouses? Of course there was also the threat of harm or bodily damage from Alex's husband if he found out. But it was the danger that sent a surge of adrenaline through his blood, danger that made his blood boil, danger that made his heart race. All of it combined to awaken his senses and make him more aware!

Yes! It was the danger that he needed to thrive on, the very same danger that he hoped would make Alex's blood boil and race as his did. That's when he read her words, and a smile crossed his face, the burden of worry lifted from him when she agreed that it was her nerves that made her write that. Jason was relieved to have the sense that Alex, too, felt the danger, and excitement that he did.

He lingered over her last sentence, his finger touching the screen, gently caressing each word as the flat screen slightly gave way under the pressure of his fingertip. "I’m prepared to let go of everything and to give myself up to you, too follow your lead." The words sank more deeply than he could have imagined. She was giving herself to him, and the power he felt somehow frightened, yet aroused him. He knew he'd have to be careful with such power and control that had been so willingly released to his decision.

He let go of the screen and pondered a reply. Words seemed to escape him, and he realized that any additional words would merely be that ... words! Any words he could come up with would only serve to complicate matters. Sometimes things were best left unsaid. Jason closed out the email without any further comment. Friday would come soon enough.

... ... ... ...

The days had passed by, with excruciating slowness. Whenever Jason had a private moment, he'd bring up the image and touch her, running his finger ever so tenderly over her face, over her torso, and what little he could imagine of her legs. He had gone out late Thursday, in preparation for his first encounter with Alex. Hoping that he wasn't being too bold, or too presumptuous, he stopped into the nearby mall. He entered a well-known women's store, noted for its fine assortment of lingerie along with its bath products, oils, lotions, and perfumes. After some careful consideration, he chose a little satin flyaway babydoll outfit, purely guessing at her size and mesurements, hoping they'd be close enough. He paid for the sexy lingerie with nervous anticipation, and could only smile when the female clerk looked at him knowingly, and said, "Nice choice, I'm sure someone will be quite happy with this outfit."

Friday was finally here and the mere four hours of the morning seemed to take as long to pass by as did the last couple days. But when noon came, Jason found himself standing in room 623 of the Montenagro. He had checked in, paying the full amount in cash, using the fictitious name. He held the gift box he had purchased in his hand as he surveyed the bedroom. It was just as the ads had depicted. Just beyond the bathroom, which contained a large jacuzzi, was a comfortable looking King-sized bed, four large wooden posts prominently sticking up from its corners, nearly reaching the ceiling.

Jason removed his jacket and sat in the nearby chair, collecting his nerves, knowing there'd still be a wait. He pulled out a blank envelope he had stolen from work and neatly written the letters "A.J." on the envelope. Just below the initials, he wrote the numbers "623". Grabbing the "Do Not Disturb" card from the interior of the door, he fitted it into the envelope. He slipped the extra keycard into the envelope and sealed it. He tucked the envelope under the decorated ribbon that wound around the box. Looking at his watch, Jason put his jacket back on, picked up the box.

With nervous anticipation, Jason headed back down and handed the box to the clerk, instructing them that there'd be a lovely lady stopping by to pick it up. The clerk smiled politely and placed the box to the side, beneath the counter. Jason went out to his car, removed his wallet and locked it in the glove box. 'No ID, no names, no information,' he reminded himself.

Jason sat in the car, fumbling with the one item he'd take with him when he returned to the room, hopefully to see Alex for the first time. There were no computer images, only the one in his head now. He flipped the gold card over and over, lloking at the name 'Montenagro' embossed on the card. He prayed that he would not hear that word slip from Alex's mouth. Listening to the radio, he saw the digital readout.

"1:00"

His heart skipped a beat.

Jason continued fumbling with the gold keycard as he exited the car and locked it, securing the keys in his pants. He held his head up high, confident he was in a place where no one would recognize him. He entered into the lobby and made facial contact with the clerk he had given the box and instructions to. He nodded and smiled, indicating that the lovely woman had picked up the package.

Jason then went to the small dining area located just off the lobby. He declined being seated, but rather requested a bottle of champagne and a tray of strawberries be delivered to room 623. He paid in cash with the specific instructions that he'd be waiting for them on the bench, in the hallway, just across from his room.

Jason moved to the elevator, a slight twitch in his loins, a hint of expectation and anticipation. In the mirror lined lift, he noted that even at his age, he still managed to keep himself in relatively good shape, and didn't feel, or look as old as he truly was. 'Like fine wine', he convinced himself. He straightened his tie and fixed his jacket before stepping out onto the sixth floor. Even though he had already been there, he followed the arrows that pointed him to the first encounter, of hopefully many more, with Alex.

The numbers were there on the door. "6-2-3" There, hanging off the large brass doorknob was a black strip of cardboard. Embossed in reflective gold letters were the words "Do Not Disturb!" Jason smiled, knowing that Alex had indeed arrived and was contained within the confines of the luxurious room that lay in front of him.

He sat on the bench and looked at his watch. "1:15" Fifteen minutes had already passed, and he wondered if Alex was changing into the outfit he provided? He worried that the size was correct? He wondered what was going through her mind as she changed for him. Would she be waiting on the bed for him, or standing in the doorway? Would she be eager and willing, or nervous and shy?

There were a lot of questions for Jason to ponder as he continued sitting on the bench, waiting for thr room service to arrive. Fifteen minutes later, the ding of the elevator captured Jason's attention, and he spotted a thin young lad carrying a bucket with a bottle of champagne sticking out of it, along with two stemmed glasses. In the other hand he was carrying a large tray of red, ripe, fresh strawberries. Jason collected the items and tipped the delivery service, waiting for him to return to the elevator.

He inhaled, filling his lungs with air, filling his chest with courage. He inserted the keycard and watched as the lights turned from red to green. He turned the knob and the distinctive "click" of the opening door signaled his arrival. Carrying the drink and fruit, he pushed the door open with his foot and stepped inside. Once inside, the spring weight on the door, let it shut on its own, with another distinctive "click"!!

Cast in the dimly lit room, Jason followed along the corridor until it opened into the bedchamber area. He turned towards the bed and ... ***

There she was! The vision in his mind had materialized and was laying there upon the bed in the outfit he had chosen for her. She looked as hot, sexy, and inviting as he'd imagined she'd be. The black and white print on the satin outfit she was wearing provided the perfect contrast on her pale, yet blushing pink flesh. His eyes devoured her vision in that short span of time he was standing there.

Jason knew if he stood there staring for too long, he'd ruin the situation. It was then he remembered the strawberries and champagne. He walked along the lushly carpeted floor till he was at the side of the bed. He placed the delivery on the table next to the bed and sat down, next to Alex. His weight crushed the soft mattress, rolling Alex toward him ever so slightly. He could tell Alex was nervously excited, and was about to say something. Before she had a chance to say anything, Jason placed his index finger to her soft pink lips. At that moment, he could feel the way her lips molded to his finger, the moistness transferring to his finger. He wanted to kiss her lips so badly ... but he'd wait.

He grabbed the bottle of bubbly and easily popped the cork, hopefully not the only thing that'd be popping today. He poured only a single glass of champagne though. He brought the glass to Alex's lips and let those wonderful lips kiss the glass before he tilted it up, the liquid moving to the rim, over her lips and down her throat. Just a sip, enough to wet her palate, the rest, they'd share later. He took an equal sip and set the glass down. Jason then rose from the bed, its firmness, raising his indentation.

Standing at the side of the bed, he let his eyes lock onto Alex's once more, this time, confident his stare wouldn't scare her off. He slid his jacket off his shoulders and folded it neatly, then laid it carefully over the back of the nearby chair. He loosened the tie around his neck, then finally pulled it undone. He did with the tie as he did with the jacket. He undid the first couple buttons on his shirt, then did the cuffs. The shoes came off with less precision, just using his feet to peel them off. The slow striptease had come to an end though. Jason did not intend to strip any further than that, for the time being.

He rejoined Alex on the bed, this time placing himself a bit closer to her. He reached out with a hand and caressed her face, the first real contact. It was much better than caressing her face on the computer screen, but it was every bit as he had imagined it would be. She was so soft and gentle, his hand tracing her features, just as he had done for the past couple days. His finger traced along her forehead, gently moving the strands of hair that dangled loosely from her face. God, she was beautiful, he thought! The pink hues on her face carried through to her neck, a certain warmth penetrating his hand as he traced her eyebrows and her high cheekbones. Jason had every intention of exploring and memorizing every delicious square inch of her flesh, for he didn't know how long it would, or could, last.

He lingered on her face, not rushing to the sex they had promised each other. He traced his finger over her lips. They were even better than he had imagined; softer, wetter, and more inviting. And when her lips pursed to kiss the fingertip, he smiled warmly, his eyes sparkling with delight, for she was apparently understanding his desire, and truly following his lead.

His palm opened up, the back of his fingers dancing ever so barely on her flesh as they glided down over her cheeks and back up. A warm smile and fluttering eyelids were his reward. Once more, over her cheek, but this time, full contact with his palm, the reddening heat warming his palms.

Not a single word had been spoken. Jason was grateful for that, for he so feared he'd hear the word 'Montenagro' slip from her lips. Not much time had passed since Jason walked through the door, but thankfully, it lasted forever.

Jason was immediately captured by her eyes, for they held such a fire and want, that he knew his touch and attention were what she had been missing. He knew he was creating the want and need within her body, deliciously taking his time, teasing her as such.

When she had placed her hand upon his body though, it was as if the electrical current flowing between them had finally closed the circuit. His electricity was flowing through his hands which were resting on her face, through her body to her hand, which was placed on his thigh. With the electricity flowing through them, Jason now felt a magnetic draw bringing him closer and closer to Alex. Like two magnets, he was drawing nearer and nearer, his face slowly lowering to meet her own.

Jason's eyes fluttered close as his lips pursed. He tilted his head just enough to ensure a perfect seal, and then made contact. Soft, yielding, and molding, her lips returning the little peck he had placed upon them. There was no opposition, no fight to the intimate gesture. Rather, a soft moan, and a gentle parting, indicated an open invitation for more, and so Jason kissed her again. The second kiss, longer, lingering, he savored more dearly, the taste of her lips falling upon his lips. Jason's lips parted with hers, mouths opening, encouraging his tongue to explore and memorize just as his hands had done with her face.

Jason's tongue did just that. He took his time exploring, tantalizingly playing tag with her tongue, unti the two entwined and began a slow rhythmic dance, an erotic tango of sorts. Back and forth one pushing while the other retreated, wrapping around, muffled sighs escaping as they shared each others breaths.

The position was just a bit uncomfortable for Jason, only in that if he were going to continue the lingering kiss, he'd have to get into a more comfortable position. Not wanting to stop kissing Alex, he did just that. In a fluid, casual move, he had managed to join Alex on the bed, without breaking the wonderful kiss for more than a split-second. In no time, Jason's clothed body was stretched out next to Alex's nearly-naked form. Their two bodies were next to each other, his hands were still caressing and cradling her face. But even this was not good enough for Jason.

Making a somewhat bold move, Jason rolled further, moving himself atop Alex, his weight crushing her somewhat into the soft downy bedding. Her whole body was like her lips, soft, yet firm, yielding to him, and molding to his forms. It was as if they'd been lovers for years, Jason settled himself between her parting legs, his hips resting invitingly between her creamy thighs.

Jason could only imagine what lay ahead for him, wanting to rush, and devour the cake. But he knew better than to be impatient, for Alex, was exactly as he had envisioned so far. Time was on his side, and time was what he was going to give Alex!

Laying atop of Alex, Jason knew that mere kissing would not last much longer. The labored breathing and the nervous heartbeat were indications of the heated passion and lust that was growing between the two. A subtle grinding between the two of them, an implied humping though they were clothed, the two knew what they would be doing shortly. The foreplay and the friction created a knowing heat that neither could ignore for much longer.

Jason broke the kiss and propped himself up on his hands, once more, staring at the lovely lady pressed to the bed beneath him. Her long sun-streaked locks were spread in angelic fashion, illuminating the lovely visage indellibly burned into his brain. Her long lean body clad in the black satin with the cream colored lace and print was a portrait he'd love to have in a private collection.

His eyes made no attempt to disguise what was about to happen as he devoured her body, his eyes capturing every subtlety they could. Bracing himself more securely onto his left hand, Jason balanced himself, raising his right hand. Jason placed his index finger lightly at the nape of Alex's neck and gently ran it along her sternum. Deliberately and teasingly he drew his finger between her breasts, which were rising and falling sharply with each measured breath that Alex took. Down, down, down, Jason drew his finger till he reached the knot that prevented him from going further, the same knot that kept the satin top secured around her torso, the same knot that kept the glorious mountains of flesh covered from his view.

Jason peered at the knot, tracing the strings, locating one long strand. He gently lifted the strand from her flesh, letting it slip through his fingertips till he was pinching the very end. Jason started lifting, lifting the strand until there was tension, waiting to see if Alex would offer any opposition, or worse yet, utter that dreaded word. Jason was transfixed by the look in her eyes, finding no such fear, only a silent pleading for him to please continue and take her out of her torture like misery.

He tugged. He tugged again, the second time, the knot began to give way as one of the even loops changed in size. As the loop got smaller, the tension increased, and it continued until there was no more loop. Another sharp tug, and then it happened!

The perfect bow tie had come undone! Again, Jason's finger touched her skin between her heaving breasts, hooking the two lengths of cord wrapped around each other. He hooked his finger and caught both strands before lifting up, one final time. The woven strands loosened and fell, due to gravity, to Alex's bare flesh.

Kneeling upright, Jason, once again took in Alex's beauty, laying there in the babydoll lingerie that he had picked out for her. She was like a delicate Christmas present that only he could unwrap. And as if Alex were wrapped in the finest of wrapping papers, Jason reached down and parted the satin, unwrapping Alex for the first time. His eyes gleamed and glowed as his eyes beheld 'HIS' pretty present.

As Alex lay there, Jason's eyes focused on her breasts and the way her nipples puckered to the cool breeze, even harder and tighter than they were before. She was his for the taking, and he had every intention of doing just that.

Still kneeling above her, he began unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers fighting to aid in the process. In no time his clean pressed white shirt was tossed to the floor, and Jason's tee was being peeled from his chest. There they were, two, half-naked bodies, on one bed, a progression that had started, and an ending nowhere in sight.

Their eyes continued to study while hands began exploring for first-hand knowledge of each other's flesh. Fingers were lightly dancing over the perky peaks, traversing over smooth skin, lightly cupping her breasts. Soft kneading fingers erotically massaged the firm flesh, toying with the turgid tips. Lightly, he pinched and rolled her nipples, Jason's eyes finally finding Alex's, focusing on her reaction.

Jason studied Alex's eyes as they fluttered in response to his fingers' touch. Her breasts were just as he had imagined all along, soft, yet firm, molding to his fingers as they plied and played. He made no attempt to hide his want, nor the focus of his attention as his eyes lowered once again to the artwork that lay beneath his hands.

With the same gracefulness that he had shown all along, Jason lowered his head, his body following, his lips pursing, until they fell upon the tugid tip of a nipple he was playing with. He kissed the tip, then followed with another. Each kiss enveloped more and more of the puckered peak as his fingers gave way to his mouth. Each kiss, he parted his lips more, taking in more and more of the succulent tip, lightly dancing his tongue over the very tip, barely grazing it. Each kiss grew wetter as Jason's mouth salivated, opening wider and wider, taking in more and more. His tongue danced and swirled around the darkened circle surrounding his focus, the broad of his tongue boldy swabbing the rubbery center.

Jason's left hand continued fondling, caressing, and lightly playing with Alex's right breast, his mouth glued onto her left. Meanwhile, Jason's right hand returned to Alex's face and caressed her cheek, his fingers and thumb tracing over her lips as the whispers of arousal seemed to fill the air. He pressed lightly against her lips with his thumb.

As they lay there, Jason could feel Alex wriggle and writhe beneath him, her legs parting wider, making Jason more comfortable as he tended to her. His torso pressed to her crotch, Jason knew what would soon follow, and he was sure that Alex, too, knew and wanted, what was to come.

Over the next several minutes, Jason continued his play alternating back and forth between each breast, fondling one, suckling the other, and tracing his thumbs over those full, ripe lips, while his fingers caressed the flushed cheeks on her face.

"Please"

Jason heard the whispered moan. Was it meant to beg for him to cease, or plead for him to continue? The way Alex's body arched and strained for contact, he was sure it was the latter. As long as she did not utter the name of the hotel they were in, he would not cease, no matter what her plea. Jason had in his mind, prepared for this moment, and was intent on making it go just as he had envisioned. Alex was a willing partner who had allowed him the freedom to make sure it went just as he had hoped. She was also responding, just as he had hoped she would.

The way she had suckled on his thumbs sent electrical tingles through his body as he imagined her mouth suckling another part of his anatomy. Yet, Jason continued on with his methodical exploration of Alex's body. His kisses, wet and warm, settled between her heaving breasts and worked downward, leaving a trail of his voyage. He paused at her navel, delighting in the way her taut abs rose and fell with each labored breath she took, sliding his hands down to her hips. The thin string of the panties was trapped beneath his palms. He could hear her breathing, catching in her throat as he slithered lower on the bed, his kisses moving past her silken covered mound to her thighs. Back and forth he alternated kisses, parting her knees wider as he did so till they were astride his broad shoulders. His mouth tended to the tender flesh of her inner thighs moving along one leg till he reached the juncture, yet refrained from making contact. He moved to the other side, savoring the succulent fragrance of her flesh as he again moved towards her very core.

Jason worked his thumbs under the thin bands and slid them along the lines as his mouth settled into the small area between what was hidden by her now moist panties, and her thigh. Jason's tongue snaked out and lapped at the sweet sweat that had gathered there, a tart saltiness falling on his broad tongue. His hands calmed the twitch in Alex's hips as she reacted to the contact, his thumbs now sliding under the small triangular patch of material. Jason worshipped the other side in the same fashion, bringing his thumbs lower and lower, pulling the satin away from her wet heat. He looped one thumb completely through and pulled the modest covering to the side.

There she was, Alex's most private spot, swollen and wet with desire, waiting and availed to him, practically a complete stranger. Yet, like two animals in the wild, they both knew to follow nature's bidding and go forward.

Jason pressed his lips to the wet lips of Alex's sex and kissed. The sweet intoxication filled his brain as her moisture coated his lips. Jason's tongue slithered out and ran along the slit, tentatively at first. He tested, then tasted, and did it again. Over and over, he'd run his tongue along the slit, each time pressing more firmly, parting the precious petals of her flower, a rose bud, gently opening to his prodding until she lay open in full bloom for his delight.

As he had done with her body, he was now doing with her core. His tongue, memorizing every little detail, explored, touched, and tasted every square inch availed to him, digging as an excavator, unearthing Alex to the very core till she was writhing uncontrollably beneath him.

Jason was there, taking in every bit of Alex. The rivers flowing from within her were a constant trickle upon his wandering tongue. Her writhings and moans of pleasure were indications to Jason, that his efforts were well received and in need of even more.

Jason gave Alex, just what it was she most craved at this moment. He pressed even harder to her, his probing tongue thrust deep, having poked a hole in the dam. Her syrupy wetness coated the intruder, which he then withdrew to tend to the area at the tip of her blossomed flower. Over and around, he pressed his tongue to the tender flesh, the pea rolling beneath. The twitch of her hips arched her tighter to him.

Jason brought about a grinding urgency from Alex before he focused his attention on the hooded creature. Like a hummingbird to a colorful flower, Jason's tongue poked and pried its way beneath the flap of flesh. His playful pryings coaxed her clit from its cover till it stood proud and erect, as erect as he already was. Jason flicked his tongue over the button, starting the ignition of eruptions that would rock her body.

His lips clamped over the miniature cock and suckled it fiercely, Jason's tongue quicker than a rattlesnake readying to strike. The tremors began! He could feel it in her thighs as the little quivers rolled along the length of her legs. A mere ripple in a lake caused by a stone's throw. Then it grew, along with her rapid breaths, along with the volume of her moans. Rolling water in a pot, the heat turned up, a slow boil, her legs were twitching uncontrollably. Soon the sound of grunts filled Jason's ears as the subtle thrashing of Alex's head from side to side could be felt, her body beginning the telltale signs of convulsions. Jason kept up the attack, unrelenting, determined to push Alex over the cliff and let her bathe in the waves of pleasure as they crashed over her.

He redoubled his efforts, finally bringing about that which he sought, the total release of Alex to him. Her wild thrashings nearly threw him from her, yet he kept her pinned as he drank down every last bit she had to offer him.

Having filled his thirst, drinking every bit from between Alex's trembling legs, Jason lapped a few last teasing licks before planting light kisses upon her sensitive sex. The time had now come, just as Jason had wanted, for a little retribution.

Slowly and methodically, Jason began kissing his way back up Alex's lovely torso. Back at her navel he flicked a few loving lashes before crawling along her sternum with more wet lips. Nuzzling in the sweet valley of her breasts, he licked at the droplets of perspiration that had gathered. He slid from mountain peak to mountain peak suckling and teasing the sensitive peaks before crawling higher.

He was suckling at the hollow of her neck, their groins pressed together, hers naked, his clothed. Yet they ground against each other as if they were both naked. Jason finally made his way to her lips and kissed her passionately once again, a heated lust burning within them as his tongue drove deep into her throat swirling around her tongue.

Jason could feel Alex's hands, moving, roaming, dancing along his flesh, apparently eager to rid him of his clothing. Alex's kisses grew even more passionate and Jason broke away to catch his breath, sliding further up along Alex's torso, giving her easier access to his trousers. Up and up he continued to move, relishing in her kisses and the feel of her nimble fingers.

Her face was sweet, her smile, intoxicating, and her eyes, captivating. Jason couldn't stop the appreciative smile growing on his face as the magical fingers of Alex's began the nimble process of removing his pants. It was as if he was teasing her as much as she was teasing him. Tiny little sparks of electricity seemed to flow from her fingertips to his skin. Jason's body was aflame with lust and passion.

As Alex's fingers went for his buckle, Jason drew in his breath, his taut abdominal muscles concaving, giving her room to make her task easier. The gentle raking of her nails across the flesh so near to making contact made his heart skip a beat, anticipation of that moment soon to come. Adrenaline, with the flow of blood, his cock was hard and straining within the tightening confines. But when the belt was undone, the button and zipper seemed so easy as their eyes locked. He wanted her to continue, wanted her to not stop, wanted her to take him, just as he had taken her.

In her eyes, Jason could see that she was not going to disappoint him, that she, too, wanted all of him. The way her eyes sparkled only made him want to satisfy her every desire. The way her hand slipped in and gripped, Jason let out a sigh, relief at the first bit of contact. She pulled down on the one-armed bandit, the jackpot coming into full view as the cotton gave way and exposed himself to Alex.

As she focused on the object of her desire, the newfound treasure, Jason squirmed and wriggled to free himself of the clothing. He took special delight in the way she fondled him like she was inspecting a classic piece of artwork. Her fingers were soft and gentle, a light gripping of his shaft, a feather-like tickling of his precious jewels. A soft pleasurable moan escaped his lips, the feel of her finger gliding along the tip, gathering the dollop of fluid that had bubbled to the top. The relief from the strain of constraint, allowing the primer to escape, was met with joy as Alex brought it to her mouth.

Jason caught the sparkle once again as their eyes met, a tantalizing smile of appreciation grew on both of their faces. His eyes immediately rolled to the back of his head as visions of what lay ahead flashed before him. He cherished the feel of her gentle grip stroke back along his length, coaxing another dollop of precum to bubble to the top. Once more Jason held his breath in anticiaption.