Secretly Wicked (closed for wickedpen)

[wickedpen]

Beth was so happy. She knew in the back of her head this was crazy but it was the weekend with the guy who she fucked in college in a hotel room with a bag of weed and a few bottles of champagne. She did not care what tomorrow brought, she wanted to fuck and knew he wanted to fuck her too.
"Just drive" she said as she sat leaning her back against the door looking at this man who had exchanged hundreds of obscene posts, role played so much and now flesh to flesh, her marriage over. She was alive again. She wanted to go to that hotel again.
"Get out of town and find a motel off the highway where we can get a six pack and a room." she said running her hand down her thighs as she were open under her skirt. "I want to be 18 again!" she screamed into the clear blue sky above them. "I want to be free and live life for the thrill of it."

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick had left no notes, and sure as hell not made any declarations. It was not unusual for some business thing to come up at the last minute, and if he needed to, he could go back. Somehow this was different than he had dreamed. There were no smouldering glances, no buildup, no tease then the big reveal as had been there literary style. Within minutes of learning who she was, they had been off in her car, his cock already in her mouth.

He knew there were a string of motels, not far off the interstate which overlooked Lake Michigan. "I want to be 18 again!" He laughed at her outcry. He wanted desire, raw desire, didn't really care if he was 18 or current, he wanted the woman who he had shared such dark desires. He was confident he sure as hell was a better lover now than he had been then, but whatever, she was gorgeous, and he knew how filthy her mind could be.

He pulled into the first hotel he saw, and grabbed several bottles of beer and ice from the hotel bar to get them started. He was more a scotch or great wine guy, but beer would work fine, and he wanted the lady to play out her fantasy, play it out all over him.

He paid for the room, everything with cash, they were off the grid...It was time to see if fantasy could play as reality...He opened the door and took her into his arms...

 

[wickedpen]

Beth took Rick's face in her soft hands as he carried her into the room. It was stuck int eh seventies and that was ok. She loved a hotel room. Her husband never liked hotel rooms. For Beth they were bed where someone else cleaned up and you did not care who was listening behind the wall only that you were louder than they were.
She kissed him and slid her tongue into his strange mouth letting his tongue fill hers and she gently sucked it. He laid her on the bed and she felt his hand on her breast through her shirt.
"oh yes" she sighed missing the real feel of a man on her, a man desiring to touch her in those placed few are allowed.
She was tentative but soon rubbing his bulging crotch. She looked into his eyes and said "we have done this so many times, we should take our time."
She laid back and then sat up and said "may I have a beer darling?" She got up and turned on the old AC to get some fresh air into the old stale room.
"God this takes me back" she said looking around and finally settling in one of the two ugly chairs by the obligatory table. "The Red Roof Inn" she started "I dated this guy and we would always go to the Red Roof Inn, near my house. God did we ever go at it!" her face beamed with the memory. She drank her beer and watched Rick as she already knew he was going back.

 

[Homerun2611]

It was interesting she slowed down, trying to savor it. Rick had not decided he was going back, he frankly had no idea what he was doing, he had reacted on pure impulse, months of pent up desire, and a once in a lifetime chance to say, what if?

He wanted her like nothing he had ever wanted, but he didn't really know her, would they click, was this all he had dreamed about, enough to give up or at least dramatically alter everything else. He wanted to let it play out, they would know, they both would if this was just a chance to have the fling of their lives or did they want to try to create forever together? He was probably more the romantic of the two, but who knows, he had never dreamed she would do this?

He took off his jacket, and opened a beer for each of them, somehow the seediness of the hotel felt just perfect, the ideal locale to play out their pent up lust. At first he sat on the bed opposite her chair, hearing her relive her carnal memories played out in a younger more innocent time. He looked at the two of them here, now, they were a striking couple, but they had the benefit of wisdom, experience and skills, they could go so much higher if they let themselves attack with the hunger they both possessed, had both so freely written about.

Setting his beer down on the bedstand, he stepped towards her and got down on his knees, his eyes never leaving hers. Beth, I have dreampt of this moment a thousand different ways. I want to take this slowly, I want to enjoy every minute, and I want you and I to decided is this going to be a sex filled weekend that we will remember forever, or is this just the first weekend of some sort of life together..." He took his nails, starting at the outside of her calves, and ran them up the outside of her legs, lightly scratching up and under her dress, until he reached her panties and then sliding them back down those same legs. He bundled them in his hand and inhaled her musk..."Mmmm, the woman of my dreams". This time his hand moved up the inside of her thighs, he cupped her pussy, exactly as Darrin had first cupped Diane...and he kissed her, long, slow passionate, he wanted to enjoy her entire body, and have her enjoy his...every square inch

 

[wickedpen]

She opened her legs and accepted his tongue and offered hers in return but then after a minute broke the kiss and pushed him back. "Easy tiger" she smiled "there is time for that. I want to know some things first. When did you last have sex? Not roll over and put your dick in your wife, but real raw devil may care gotta have it sex?" she asked as she took another swig of her beer.
She looked off.
"I wish I had cigarettes. I used to love to smoke" she said as if voicing a memory.

 

[Homerun2611]

He sat back and laughed. He used to smoke once himself, just socially, and only when gambling or drinking but they had tasted so good, helped savor the moment. But that was long ago, 15 years, much longer even than the answer to her question...

"Hmmm, sex outside my marriage? My wife and I have had great sex at one time, those times just became fewer and fewer and I don't honestly remember the last time I was left panting and wanting more...but outside would be four years ago. I was being entertained by a large South American retail company. Part of their entertainment was to send a girl to your room, she would approach the men in the bar at the resort they had booked, mine was blonde and gorgeous, she was an acrtress/model but for the right kind of money she was an escort, and she was amazing. She brought toys, loved to use ice, honey, and she was insatiable, waking me with blow jobs and spooning to fall asleep with me still inside her. All the girls were tested, the sex was safe and amazing...she barely spoke english, and I can't remember a more enjoyable or enthusiastic companion...so what about you, when was the last time your toes curled and you couldn't get enough?"

 

[wickedpen]

She smiled, "aside from my sessions after reading your descriptions, it's been a while. My husband was never that good or into it enough to really peak my interest. I guess when I was just out of college and engaged. I was home visiting my parents and a guy I was friends with in high school was also home. We saw each other at a mutual friend's house and were drunk and stoned and I ended up driving him to his car which was out in the country. We talked and I would not let him leave and he was hesitant since we were both engaged. But then he kissed me and the years of both of us fantasizing plowed into a blanket on the dew covered grass and did we go at it. Woow!" she said expressively.

"Let's go get a pack of cigarettes and find somewhere to have a drink" Beth said getting to her feet. She felt younger and more alive that she had in so long.

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick chuckled, "yes, I didn't think my right hand while reading your stories counted". He had questions, but he didn't want to break the mood. He did wonder what had changed the urgency he he had felt from her earlier, it was an interesting transition from taking his cock out and needing to blow him in the car, to "Easy Tiger". She was interesting, and sexy, but he liked the idea of the drink. Was there any passion beyond just letting their fantasies play out? He had no problem if that was it, that would be incredible, something to remember forever. Was she the woman you abandoned your life for? He wanted today, he had no doubt, and was reasonably confident she was as well, but did he want forever, did she?

There was a great little bar he knew, it was on stilts and hung out over the great lake. It was nearby, and he grabbed the keys to the car, bought cigarettes and lighter in the lobby, and took off. Her hair was flowing in the wind, a smile on her face, and so did he. He looked over, and he had imagined her almost exactly like this. He pulled into the lot and parked, came around and opened her door, and had his arm around her waist as they walked into the bar. The got a corner table and looked out over the Lake. She was silhouetted against the window and she took his breath away, he ran his hand over her forearm, looking into her eyes, "How long did it take you to decide that you wanted to do this, pull the trigger?"

 

[wickedpen]

Beth looked around and the quasi rustic bar with twenty dollar margaritas and clean bathrooms. Not exactly what she had in mind but whatever.
"How long did it take?" she thought as she looked out at the water. "To be honest I have fantasized of it for years. Finally doing it, well, are you sure I did?" she said with a glimmer in her eye. "Just kidding. I am out. I am done. Not going back even if i could.. He will be happier with his golf clubs and money" she said honestly.
"Our writing sessions have opened me up in more ways that one." she said with a wink as she lifted the Bud Light to her lips and took a long drink. She took the pack of cigarettes then realized, "I guess we have to be outside these days to smoke" She grabbed her beer, the pack of Camel lights and the lighter and headed out to the desk.
It was a warm evening but she did not mind. She sat at the railing putting down her beer and lighting a cigarette. She coughed at first, laughing at herself. "It's been a while, wooh" she said sitting on the captain's chair. She took another drink as she held the cigarette and enjoyed the feeling of being twenty one again. She turned and smiled at Rick.
"Thanks for coming out here with me. Not the deck but this trip, where ever it leads. I would never have left him had it not been for you. Having someone to run away with, even if you go back right now" she said watching his eyes as she inhaled the smoke this time smoothly letting it out over the water.
"So yeah, how long... Like I said our writing opened me to things I had forgotten. Life. I was not really living hiding in my house, writing the obscene things my body and mind ached for. Those brought us to the latest installment of WickePen where we played ourselves. That got me thinking about you, giving up the life you had worked your whole life for. I did little to get the comfort I had. Let him fuck me, applaud his sexual prowess and his money like he was a captain of industry. Stroke his dick and his ego." she said. "This is like therapy" she smiled a smile that melted men's hearts.
"So thinking about you leaving all that, kids, wife, house, career, business, that made me think how could he possibly do that? Was he that into sex?" she laughed as he did too thinking about this. "I mean I am good but...." she joked again as she finished her beer and cigarette.
"That led me to the bigger question. What is the point of life?" she said letting it sit there. A seagull suddenly landed on the railing where they sat. A big pure white gull with big webbed feet and coal black eyes.
"Hello" Beth said to the bird. He looked at her then paused and flew away. Beth smiled watching the bird dive down and then soar out over the water. "That's what I want. Freedom" she sighed still looking out into the darkening world.
Breaking the moment she said "where's that wench, I need another beer" in a gravelly old woman's voice then smiled.
"So that the answer you hoped for?" she said smiling at Rick.

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick watched the seagull fly away, and thought of the free spirit she wanted to be. Hell, we all want that at times. He took out a cigarette and lit up for the first time in a decade at least, he had forgotten how good the taste felt in your mouth and how soothing it could be. Her mind seemed to be moving at warp speed, he simplistically just wanted to enjoy a great fuck, perhaps contemplate life's greater meaning later.

It was odd, he spent most of his days strategizing for companies, helping them try to be great or stay great. However, taking time to internally contemplate some need for freedom, or philosophizing about where he wanted to go, other than between the legs of the hot chestnut brunette in front of him, had not made the schedule.

"I am glad writing, specifically our writing helped you have some sort of an epiphany. Forgive me if I am having to catch up. My focus and enjoyment has been far more on the satisfaction of carnal desires, than if I wanted to reinvent myself".

"I guess this has been about sex..." He thought, "...no passion and sex. I want to feel passion, think sex is a result...what has been missing for me has been passion...your writing stirred some of that in my soul, brought my labido alive, made me want to fuck anything and everything...as long as it was one of your characters".

He cringed as he heard her refer to the woman as a wench. He looked over at the middle aged woman, a bit worn by life's burdens, probably attractive in her day. There but for the grace of something, go I, he thought. She was no wench, she was just trying to make do working a shit job for tips, with he and Wicked her only customers at the moment. "Waitress, could we get another round for myself and the Lady, thank you".

He thought, "The answer I hoped for? Probably not, but it was the truth and I appreciate that. Fuck Beth, I don't know exactly what I want, you hit me with this out of the blue. Is it enough to say right now, I just want to feel a few hours, days, whatever of passion. To taste a woman who wants to be tasted and taken, to feed a woman who is hungry for the same...Is that enough of an answer or do you need me to have a realization that I need to escape my life completely...because I will be equally honest with you...I can't say I am there yet...but I can say I would really like to fuck you in every way possible...and make you cum over and over to my touch"

 

[wickedpen]

Beth blushed as she had not seen the woman nearby. She was certainly not referring to the woman, just playing like an old salt.
She listened as Rick stumbled over the rocks she had dropped in his path. Of course he never thought of these things. You don't become a master of the economy thinking about existence and the meaning of life. He was sweet and kind and would leave this woman a tip she would talk about with friends but he was appeared a bit shallow.
She leaned over and put her delicate soft hand on his hairy forearm and said "I know you want to fuck. I do too, but first I want to talk and get drunk and maybe even skinny dip in lake Michigan." she said holding his gaze.
She took her hand off his arm and took another cigarette as the woman appeared with the beers. Beth did not look at her out of shame for making her feel bad, if she had.
She lit the cigarette and looked out over the water as these two strangers shared a moment.
"You know Rick, everything happens for a reason. It took thousands of words and a lot of shared interactions for us to be sitting here. I finding a new path after years of sadness and you, well, you will have to sort that." she said leaning back and drawing on the cigarette. "God I miss these" she said looking at the taboo cancer stick. "feels good just to talk. Talk with someone who had fucked you every way imaginable and then some and still wants to sit and chat about the meaning of life" she looked at him smiling warmly.
"But you have thought about it, I am sure. On those quiet moments when you are awake and your wife is asleep and the house is quiet and you are alone. When an event has happened that makes you ponder your place in all this," she opened her arms with a cigarette in one hand and beer in the other. "Why the fuck are we here? How did we manage to find this bar, on this lake with our legal spouses miles back down the road, making foreplay for what will be the first time I ever cheated on my husband. .Not so much for you" she says with a judgemental look. "I thought sex could satisfy me. I write way too much and masturbate too much too" she explains sending a bolt into his pants. "But it's never enough. A few moments pleasure, a few moments where I forget about the drudgery of life. How do we keep life important and still manage to be a member of society? Those things I write are fantasy, a big giant FUCK YOU to the society that had me marry a man for material security and then keeps me there with fear and guilt. I want to be Cindy and play my game with people who are also playing their game and we have chosen for right now to play together, but are free to leave any time we want." She spins in her chair and looks into the dark restaurant. "There at the bar. The kid, well kid right, the twenty five year old blonde loading cases of beer. I bet he would come swimming with me and not care if I was there in the morning. That makes me a slut though doesn't it. But not him! He's just getting laid. This is what I am talking about Rick. Are we such outliers to have this obscene pen pal relationship? Am I even farther out that I left my husband to be free having felt the freedom in our stories?" Her face turned back to him and then back to the darkening skies over the water as the desk lights rippled across the waves.
"Jesus I am a downer" she said laughing and then catching the waitress as she passed.
"May I have another please? Rick?" she asked as touching his arm to bring him back from what she had been saying, or his fantasy team lineup. Hard to know with guys....

 

[Homerun2611]

“Beth, why are we here, I don’t think that there is any cosmic alignment. People have desires, and wants, they measure those against the social conventions that matter to them, hopefully the people they love and they decide if the downside worth the risk. Then they take action or they don't and live with the consequences, hope the "juice is worth the squeeze". We are here because we made something come alive together on paper, and in the process, showed ourselves things we didn’t like about our current lives. It may have been different things for each of us, I don’t know. I don't know your life.

Part of your journey appears to be saying fuck you to “the Man”. It would be a bit disingenuous for me to feel that way, the man has done pretty well by me. But it doesn’t mean everything is perfect. Yes, I have had a past transgression or two, but not like this. It was the perks of being a powerful man. There is no aphrodisiac like money and power, it is moths to the flame, but that was a long time ago. They were just pretty women, no real desire, more like driving a great car, or playing a great private country club. That is not this. You made me feel desires, wants and needs I hadn’t really felt before and then you satisfied them. It was only words, but I am here because I want to know what we can feel in real life. I have no idea beyond that”.

She ordered another round, and he spoke up, “Waitress cancel that, we’ll take the check”. She looked at me why, “but waitress, I will need a twelve pack of whatever she is drinking, and put it in a bag of ice". “What are you doing?”, she asked, and he laughed, "Don’t worry, let’s get in the car, we are going to go build a campfire, talk and get drunk and then skinny dip in Lake Michigan. Follow me, let’s go let your fantasy play out. We have tonight to play, and then we can figure where we go from there, just like you said...and I don't consider you any more of a slut than I am”.

 

[wickedpen]

"Is the juice worth the squeeze" Beth thought over and over in her head as she followed Rick out of the bar. She got in the car and although always enjoyed the comforts of a bar, a beach under the stars with Rick and a few beets was about heaven at the moment.
"That is a really depressing view of things" she said as the car pulled onto the road. "Nothing more to life than eat, work, play, sleep, repeat huh?" she said tipping the bottle up and hanging her arm out the open window holding a cigarette.
"No magic or love? Just material and stimulation huh?" she said looking down the road. She held the bottle between her legs that her jeans covered like a model. She inhaled the smoke and looked out into the night.
"I guess your wife hit the lottery. She managed to get you to stick with her, even though there is plenty of pussy and pretty faces out there for you." Beth said not disgruntled but stating things as she thought he saw the world.
"I guess some people hit 7 and others snake eyes" she said before draining her bottle with her throat moving as though she was taking a man's orgasm. She then through the bottle out the window barely missing a speed limit sign.

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick was trying to read her, was this an act or was she this angry. They kept driving and then he saw the bottle. He wasn't thrilled she was drinking in the care, hell it was a 10 minute drive to the private park he planned to use. He ran into a convenience store to get some blankets and wood, and came out to see she had opened the twelve pack and had opened the bottle. He could handle th cops, and he was not drunk in the slightest. But then she flew the bottle out the window, ad he slammed on the brakes, and pulled over to the side of the two lane highway.

"Beth, what in the hell are you doing? Listen, I understand you want freedom, a bird right? Well no fucking bird is whipping glass bottles out of cars on beautiful roads. What are you so angry about? I have heard your little slams of me. Yes, I am sorry, but I make money.However, you don't know shit about me other than I can write stories that make you slide your hand down between your thighs and cum. By no sense do I delude myself that I am alone in that capability. My weakness is I need passion, and I will take risks to find it. I love smouldering, romantic, and magic too. I want the slow burn, I want to be mesmerized by a woman, and think how lucky I am I to listen to and be with her. I want magic too, I would love it for a lifetime, but I would take it if it was only a night. But I am not going to apologize for making money, or for using my money in both good and some hedonistic ways. But Christ, yes let's talk, let's have fun, let's skinny dip in Lake Michigan, and let's fuck either on a blanket on the beach, our seedy lakeside motel, or the back seat of your BMW...but let's lose all the anger shit, drop the baggage and just have fun tonight!"

 

[wickedpen]

Beth coward in the passenger seat as she listened and watched Rick lecture her. She knew this disarmed men's anger and having taken a few slaps, disarmament was the best option. Her father could not stay mad at her, nor her husband or even cops would give her a warning instead of a ticket the way she looked sad and disappointed in herself. She let him finish.

"You are a piece of work. You buy and sell companies that pollute the planet, poison drinking water and do god knows what to the poor people who work in the factories or live next to them. You are going to act as though a beer bottle on a speed limit sign is going to somehow pollute the world? Just as you never thought about why we are here, you never really thought how your financial transactions reverberated through peoples lived. Just zeros in a checkbook." she said rolling her eyes. "You know what? You should thank me. This is probably the most true emotion you have shown in years. I can see how twisted up you are. Unhappy that I have shattered your idyllic fantasy of riding off into the sunset with the woman who wants to suck and fuck and bat her eyelashes at your jokes until you are dead. I am a real person, with real emotions and sometimes I just want to throw a bottle and hear it explode!" she said leaning forward as her blood rises. "Romance it not something you create. Romance is how you look back on a chance meeting and how you got soaked to the bone in the rain and laughed about it taking shelter in a covered alley then fucking behind the dumpster because it just felt right. Magic is not scheduled. Reservations rarely lead to magical nights. Sure, it's nice to eat good food and drink good wine in a clean well lit place but I am not an old person. I want to hang out in dark bars with shitty bands and drink beer and have fun. I am so sick of pretending the consumable trappings of money are the goal, only to go home, write fantasies and sleep alone. I want that twenty five year old bartender who thinks I am fun because I throw bottles are signs to take me for coffee. I want that writer who takes his secretary to LA so he can have the most incredible sex of his life. I think perhaps I should take you back to your posh house and perfect family and let you get on with what you have been programmed to want." she said looking away. She had not planned that speech and now was not sure if it was a summary of her life or his. She felt bad she had come down on him like that but she also felt good to finally tell someone what she really wanted. Who she really was.

 

[Homerun2611]

He was so angry, and heard more than enough of the ode to the losers, "You don't know shit, not fucking shit...sit up, I don't hit women, no real man does...you make up your own little fucking stereotypes, successful men are assholes, uncaring, unfeeling, no desire for passion, no social conscious. No, in your mind passion is reserved for people who have checked out of every one of life's opportunities to be successful, make a difference...high school QB's and cheerleaders living in the past and have somehow convinced themselves that they didn't quit, that they weren't stuck in their miserable little lives because they just weren't good enough...that they didn't have the talent or the fucking guts to put their chips on the table and play the cards dealt. No, they were victims, right Beth, you are a victim...and now somehow you are romantic, adventurous, a rebel without a cause...Cindy is pathetic, blames everyone but her own decisions, and off all our characters that is the one you romanticize about, the least appealing one in my opinion you have ever written. A fucking loser and parasite, who doesn't have the guts to own her mistakes. Instead just tries to piss and destroy everyone else. Makes me fucking sick, the anthem of the underperformers and ne'er do wells...poor fucking me, I could have had a great life, except they...who the fuck is they?...screwed me. Who made their decision?s...who didn't do what they needed to do to get good grades...who drank, got high, snorted and fucked around so much that by the time they woke up, the train had left the station? Who sat at their desk like a fucking mouse doing their job and not having the guts to succeed because they were so afraid to fail or even get noticed... bitching about the man who made them such a fucking, loser, lazy ass, chicken shit...you are right, I am going home. I truly apologize for thinking that I was attracted to you.

He was pissed and, fired the car into gear, and slammed on the accelerator pulling out. He drove too fast and never saw the coyote, until it was too late. He swerved the wheel hard right missed the animal but they were off the road, down a small hill and hit the beach hard. Reflexively he reached out his right hand, and held her in her seat like he would a small child. When her airbag exploded, the heat of the bag seared into his arm, but she looked fine. He had hit hard enough that the hood popped and steam shot up from the engine...FUCK, he pounded the steering wheel and screamed, kicked the door open, and looked over at her..."I will pay for everything"...he got out of the car, and pounded his fist on the crinkled hood...Jesus Christ, how had this ever been his fantasy...

 

[wickedpen]

Beth was shaken. The accident had sobered her up but the air bag had knocked her pretty hard. She stumbled out of the car and then on the sand had a tough time finding her footing. She assessed the damage and started to laugh. She sat down in the wet sand laughing hysterically.

"Did it feel good?" she asked looking at Rick who was nearly as hot as the steam rising out of the broken car.

"Did what feel good?" he hissed pissed off and pacing in the sand holding his arm.

"That rage. Letting all the things you walk around with and think about people but never say out. Did that feel good?" she asked pulling her knees under her chin with her arms hugging her long legs. The yellow turn signal illuminating her with is flash flash flash.

She did not wait for an answer and walked over to the car and turned it off.

"Maybe they won't come looking for us" she said and started walking down the beach.

 

[Homerun2611]

The pain was searing, a slight smell of burned flesh, some blistering. However the adrenaline in his veins masked all that and all he felt was his heart racing.

“Did it feel good?” The question hit him out of the blue. Had it? He laughed one loud laugh. It had. God she had made him mad, his heart still pounding. He watched her turn off the car. Good move, smartest thing he had seen her do yet. A car fire waiting to explode. He had lost it, he knew it. He shook his head. He channeled aggression, used it, but she had pushed him over the edge and he had exploded...and now look at this. He took a second look around, they were nowhere, and there was a good chance no one from the road would even realize an accident happened.

As he was thinking, assessing the damage, she turned to walk away, and some of the rage came back. “Oh no you don’t...” three quick steps he was behind her, spinning her, grabbing her ass in his strong hands, pulling her close, kissing her passionately, and then he felt her mouth open, not screaming, her tongue tickling his lower lip..

 

[wickedpen]

This is what she had been waiting for. This kiss in the middle of nowhere with a man she knew to have every obscene fantasy she had and more. She brought her hand up his arm and he winced. She stepped back and looked at his arm.
"I think this would be better in the water" she said as she pulled the tee shirt off over her head then started unbuttoning her jeans as he took her in. Her breasts were perky with dark nipples and her body thin just as she had written it.
She slipped her jeans off and stood naked smiling at him. She reached her hands out for his belt and opened his pants and pulled them to the ground letting his massive hard on just bounce between them. She unbuttoned his shirt as he looked at her in amazement. A moment before he had wanted to kill her. She had been so obnoxiously arrogant and condescending and abusive and now, this vision of beauty was undressing him to take him into the dark water and sooth his pains.
Naked she looked up at him. "Was it worth it?" she asks with a smile then reaches her slender arm out and wraps her fingers around his cock and leads him into the water.

 

[Homerun2611]

God, it hurt when she touched his arm, but the kiss had felt amazing. He knew it would blister, and most likely scar, the souvenir of a most interesting relationship. "I think this would be better in the water". Yes, it would he thought, and for some reason the idea of skinny dipping sounded free, wonderful, and very sexy. He watched her strip in front of him, savoring the watching of every layer removed until she stood naked in front of him. She had told him what to expect, described herself perfectly, but the reality was better than the fantasy, and the fantasy had been very good.


She let him strip her, watching her eyes as she undressed him. A geisha experience, shared between two people who had shared so many fantasies together. He watched, was she as pleased as he was with the visual. He had been honest, the size the weight, the muscular physique, even the cock, large, hard, although, perhaps she had envisioned a porn star plus. He was well endowed within the spectrum of normality.


“Was it worth it?” she asked, as she took my cock, leading me. “The visual was spectacular, even better than promised…the road getting here…let’s leave it at interesting…but was it worth it…let’s go find out…let’s make memories”. They entered the cool lake water, but neither showed shock, no, they wee on a mission, the went out until the water was mid chest high. Her hand still on his cock, turned as she put her other hand up and around his neck, her hands reached around cupping her ass as her legs wrapped around his waist, and as they kissed, deeply, passionately, as they had so often written, she guided the head of his swollen prick, into her warm wet opening…

 

[wickedpen]

it had been so long since she had been with a stranger. It had a been a while since she had been with anyone. Her heart was racing but played it cool as her hand barely reached around Rick's hard on. She felt his eyes on her body as she led him into the cold water. Her nipples were hard before entering the water but now were bullets. They walked until her breasts felt the cold water. She turned and kissed him. Not waiting or giving herself a chance to chicken out. She kissed him as she had a thousand times in a thousand places as many different men and women. Two people who had spent so much time writing about sex clearly knew what they were doing but the excitement of finally touching and after such a day was nearly too much. Teeth clashed awkwardly as they wanted each other. Tongues soft and firm probed their mouths. His hands so strong her her ass as she wrapped her long slender legs around his muscular torso. She slid her hand down and with a nudge he moved into her.
"Oh my" she exhaled as he filled her. He slowly lifted and dropped her down his cock. She looked at him. Neither saying anything but savoring the sensation of each others desire for pleasure and to please.
She laid her head on his shoulder as her legs worked her with his hands up and down.
"Fuck that's good" she sighed as her body quickly raced towards the edge. "I am going to finally cum all over that magnificent cock" she said leaning her head back to see what his expression was as their motions sent waves out in all directions of the black calm lake.

 

[Homerun2611]

"Oh my" he heard as he began to slide in. Whether it was intended as such or not, he took it as an affirmation of her satisfaction at the tool he had brought to please her. She was shockingly tight, but oh so pleasingly wet as he slid in, while grabbing her ass, and finally bottoming out against her cervix as his balls reached her outer mound. The fact she was tight, was a marvelous surprise. Her body and pussy were gorgeous, the fact that nothing had been used regularly to keep it stretched out was a crime, but she clasped firmly around him, sealed him tight, in her vessel. How many times had he masturbated to the thought of enjoying her magnificent cunt. The kissing was hungry, the urgency intense. Her tooth caught his lip, the warm salty taste of blood, no problem. The found the rhythm, there tongues did not take early obstacles seriously, they were on a mission to taste and enjoy each other, and they did, and with gusto. Kissing, panting, moaning, God how they had wanted this moment, fantasized about it alone in their beds, fingers in kitty, hands gripping cock. “Oh Jesus Beth I have wanted you, dreamed about you, and you feel even better”, he grunted and moaned out. He felt incredible, and he was going to enjoy. "Fuck that's good" , and it was, so good, so fucking unbelievably good. The beauty of one’s cock being older is it can withstand that thrust of lust, maintain control no matter what the stimulus, and this was a stimulus he had only dreamed could be. He had been with so many women earlier in his life, but for the last few months in his mind, it had only been her, and Christ he had wanted this moment, would have killed for it, and instead it knocked on his door.

"I am going to finally cum all over that magnificent cock". Her words gave him goose bumps, God yess, I want that too. “Come to me Beth”, she pulled her head back, she saw his eyes and they were mad with desire, if she could crawl into my head, she would have known she had stoked and built a fire he hadn’t felt to this magnitude in years. He wanted to feel that quiver, that spasm, he drove his cock hard in and out, he wanted to please that pussy, give it what it deserved, pay homage to her shrine. He clenched his PC muscle like a mother fucker, he wanted to stay hard, rock hard and continue to enjoy. When he came he wanted to damn near blow her out of the water. But not now, this was only her first orgasm, and he craved it, wanted to enjoy it, but not stop. He wanted to pound her, make love to her, make her so sore she couldn’t walk tomorrow, but she sure as hell would have a smile on her face…his could wait, but he wanted hers, “Oh God, come for me Beth, come to Rick…”

 

[wickedpen]

As she neared release she put a hand on his chest and said "not yet" as she released her legs lock on him and moved off his magnificent cock. She wrapped her hand around it again and began walking back towards the beach. The moon was a sliver bouncing in the inky ripples they made until she was standing in only a foot of water. She turned and stopped him. She looked in his eyes than kissed his a peck on the lips then fell to her knees.
"I want your first one in my mouth" she said like one of her characters from their stories. "I want to give you the blow job of a lifetime" she said as she knelt stroking his cock slowly as she massaged her tit with her free hand and ran her tongue around her lips. She looked up at him smiling down on her then she pulled his rock hard cock down and took half of it into her mouth sucking voraciously. She bobbed forward and back until it was banging into her throat before she pulled back. She could take herself on him and melted into the lake. She ran her hand up his inner thigh and teased his before cupping his balls firmly. She bobbed on just his head forcing her lips open with each thrust and bringing a moan from him. She ran her tongue along his slit and began to taste his precum which only invigorated her.
She pumped her fist up and down his shaft as she caught her breath and looked up. "Take my head and fuck my mouth, like you would Tink" she said reaching for his hands and pulling them to her head. She brought his cock head to her lips and swirled her tongue around until he took control.

 

[Homerun2611]

He was surprised as she pushed away, he was so hard and so wanted to feel her cum. She led him by the cock, her hand gripping his engorged prick, as they moved toward the shallow water. As she slowly emerged from the cool water, only the moonlight illuminated her beautiful body. She truly was spectacular looking, especially for a man that loved that lean toned body type. As she turned and gave him a quick kiss, he let his eyes scan up and down her shimmering form, her nipples so hard in the cool air. She elegantly went to her knees, "I want your first one in my mouth". JESUS, his body naturally arched, and he ran both hands through his hair. Oh God, why was she doing this, he wanted to please her, he could wait, but she would not allow, and in this position there was no way he could say no. Her lips latched on tightly, and as he had always known, her characters were so sexy, so good, because she was that sexy, that good, better! She attacked his hardness, with the finesse and aggressiveness of an expert lover. So many sensations, tongue twirling, taking deeply, in out, her hands and ball play, her tongue, oh Fuck her tongue. Her hand was suddenly pumping, NOOO he thought, your mouth, god your mouth, amazing your mouth. "Take my head and fuck my mouth, like you would Tink". That made him laugh, he knew Tink, the real Tink, and she was sexy, but she had a few kids, Beth's body showed no such scars. He didn't want Tink, he wanted Beth, he wanted Wicked, the woman who was fellating him in the most incredible way. However, he knew what she meant, and he brought his large hands down, running them through her hair, and then grabbing the back of her head. As he pulled her head into him, he thrust and felt her throat open to take him. Within two thrusts he had found a rhythm and was fucking her mouth, her gorgeous face, as she adjusted and repeately took all of him. He was thrusting and pumping, and knew he was there, seconds away..."Jesus Beth are you sure, I want to be so hard when we fuck, let you enjoy my cock at its most aroused...but you are so good, so unbelievably fucking good..." and he let out a lout guttural moan as he felt himself erupt into her, filling her mouth with his ropes

 

[wickedpen]

Beth loved to give even more than receive and she knew Rick would enjoy her abilities that a few men had complemented her on. Her relaxed throat and willingness to become a suction filled sheath for their excited sword and then she knew he was there, "you are so good, so unbelievably fucking good." he said and she braced herself on his stone like thighs as he froze for that moment of endorphin rush before his body released it's seed. First down her throat but she had to pull back with his pulsating size. She sucked and fucked him, like milking a cow, she filled her mouth with his cum, thick and warm and silky on her tongue and teeth. Again and again he jerked hsi whole body as her head buzzed and her ears rang with his grunt of pirmal pleasure. She swallowed and pulled more draining him until he was softening and still. He released her head once he realized he was still holding it. She wiped a but of saliva and cum from her chin before standing up. The look on his face was priceless.
"Worth it?" she asked with a knowing smile.