May I borrow a cup of sugar?

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My name is Casey. I had just gotten divorced after 3 years of miserable marriage. I gladly moved out of the home I had lived in, to another town, into a small apartment.

It was an adjustment for me, this one bedroom place was clean, and cute in its own way, but it was so small. Just a living room, a galley kitchen, bedroom and bath. I was tired that night. I had gotten groceries but I had forgotten to get sugar. I had just made coffee, and I can't drink it black. I didn't want to go back to the store, it had been a long day.

I took my dark blonde curls out of the pony tail it had been in all day, and ran my fingers thru it. I was wearing a pair of Levis, holes in the knees, they fit my 102 pound frame perfectly. My t-shirt was tight, and it skimmed my bra less breasts gently. I grabbed a cup from a box and opened my front door. I turned to my left and knocked on the door.
 
I can't wait to see where this goes ! I'd love to give you some sugar, but I'll give someone else a chance to Danse.
 
As I stood at the door I heard music from inside, it sounded like Led Zeppelin, the good stuff. It sounded good. I was holding my cup in my hands, when the door bursts open. Standing before me is this Gorgeous creature. Black hair, with a little bit of curl to it. My hands itched to touch it. He was shirtless, oh God. Pecs straight from the gods. His chest was nicely defined. Again, that itching in my hands. He was dressed in a pair of jeans, similar to mine actually, knees were out. I blinked just to make sure my sex deprived self wasn't just making up a fantasy...and he still stood there. I smiled at him, my baby blues, not losing a beat, dimples in full array, and held my cup out, "HI, I, uh, I'm Casey, I just moved in next door...Could I borrow a cup of sugar?" I am surprised I didn't just say, "You wanna fuck?" because that phrase kept running around in my head...I could not wait to get my hands on this guy. I looked past him to see if there was a little woman lurking about. All I could see was some black leather furniture and a kickin stereo system. I held the cup up a little higher, "Uh, sugar?" and I waited.
 
I stood there. Waiting. He finally took my cup and disappeared inside his apt. He didn't invite me in. I felt stupid. I shrugged and took a step into his place. It was identical to mine, expect for the furniture and the color of the carpet. While he got the sugar, I sat on his couch. He seemed to be taking a long time in his little kitchen. Maybe was out too, and I would have to go to the apt. on the other side.
 
I fumbled with the sugar container in the kitchen, hardly daring to believe my good fortune. I had opened the door expecting to see the landlord come to complain about the loud music again, but instead found myself face to face with the girl of my dreams.
I filled the cup with sugar and reached for the shirt hanging from the back of the chair. I started putting it on, but then, listening to a voice somewhere deep inside, I laughed and threw it on the floor. Gotta display the goods, I thought, as I headed back.
With all the time I took, I was surprised she was still there waiting for me. I found her sitting on the couch.
'Comfy?' I asked, smiling so that she could see there was no malice in the statement. I went over and closed the door, then sat down next to her on the couch.
'My name is Josh,' I said by way of introduction. 'And you're Casey?'
 
I stuck my hand out, "nice to meet you Josh." My eyes not being shy in their perusal of the "goods". Still that itching in my palms...I listened to stairway to Heaven, unconsciously swaying to the tune. I wasn't sure what to say, the phrase, "You wanna fuck" was still running thru my mind. Somehow, my hand, of its own volition raised up and pressed against Josh's chest. I could feel his heart beat behind the thick solid wall of muscle. I raised my eyebrows and smiled at him. I didn't move my hand.
 
"I could tell by looking at you that you were the shy type," I quipped. I gently placed my hand on top of hers, but instead of removing it I started moving it up and down my body, encouraging her to explore my body. She seemed fascinated by my muscular frame.
"You work out?" she asked.
"Some," I admitted. "But most of it is work related. I'm in construction."
"It shows," she said, almost sighing. By this time, her thumb was in my naval and her fingers were slipping under the waistband of my jeans.
She looked stunned when I stopped her.
 
Ok, so I got carried away...But his skin was so warm so hard, so hot. My fingers were wanting more. When he grabbed my wrist, not hard. My eyes focused again, and I gave him a somewhat chagrined smile, with a little shrug on my shoulders. "Sorry Josh. No offense right?" I hoped. My eyes got stuck on his lips. Kissing lips. Jeez, what is with all the sexual stuff going thru my head? Yeah, it had been a while, It had been forever since I had real hot animal sex. This guy exuded animal sexuality. Or maybe it was my imagination. Again, I wondered what it would feel like to kiss him. It took all my resolve not to lean in and see.
 
"No offense at all, Casey," I assured her. "It's just that this is the part of the dream when the alarm clock goes off and I wake up french kissing the pillow. I just want to make sure this is real."
I reached across and brushed a blonde lash out of her eyes. She took the opportunity to press her soft full lips against my palm.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained, I reasoned, as I placed my hand against the back of her neck and pulled her to me.
The kiss was electric, warm and deep and wet, and tasting of peppermint. My eyes closed and I couldn't imagine ever opening them again.
"Wow!" I exclaimed. It was the best I could do under the circumstances, and, frankly, it fit.
 
The feel of his lips on mine were as good as I had imagined. Ok, so it was only imagined a few moments ago, but it didn't lack anything.

I let my hands wander over his shoulders and back. His lips moving over mine passionately, our tongues dansing. I hoped I wouldn't be waking up anytime soon. I pressed my body closer to him. Damn, was I horney.
 
I was on fire. As I pulled her closer and closer, I could feel her hard nipples press against my chest through the thin material of her t-shirt.
"Can I take this off?" I asked, pulling on the shirt.
 
"May I take this off?" He asked me, indicating my shirt. I thought, what the hell, he doesn't have one on. I responded by lifting my arms over my head, to make removal easier, or more to the point quicker. I wanted to feel his skin on mine. My nipples were erect and on fire. I hoped he would take matters to hand and cool them soon....
 
Did I gasp? I hope I didn't gasp when she pulled her shirt over her head and casually flung it across the room, revealing the most perfect pair of breasts I had ever seen. Apple-sized, small but firm, with pencil eraser nipples that just cried out to be suckled. Heeding the call, I took them in my mouth, first the left, then the right, and lavished loving attention on them until Casey started to moan with pleasure.
While I was busy with her chest, Casey had designs of her own. I could feel her reach down and fumble with the buttons on my pants. I stopped what I was doing for a moment to help her.
 
Levis were probably the best article of clothing ever created, but the button fly was a pain in the rear sometimes....Josh noticed my dilemma and his mouth left my straining nipples momentarily so he could help me out. When his jeans were open, I was pleased to see he was breifless, boxerless too. I sighed when I saw what I was looking for. One of the most beautiful cocks I have ever seen in my life, long, thick, with a perfect head on it. Smooth, and hard as marble, hot as lava. I placed him in my hand and began stroking slowly. His tongue on my breasts felt like heaven.But I wanted him in my mouth. Time to make him moan a little. I leaned down, and licked the tip of his dick, then I licked a little further down. I love the feel of hard dick on my tongue...I placed my lips over him and sucked him all the way in. As far as he would go, and I drove him crazy for a while.
 
Casey took her time with me. Most of the women in my life tended to skip the preliminaries, and went straight to taking as much of my thich eight inches as they could handle.
Not Casey. She was turning out to be a playful lover, flicking her tongue against my throbbing prick, almost taunting me with the possibilities. My breathing became erratic as she finally wrapped her precious lips around the head of my cock. Then, she started to slowly bob up and down on my rod, taking more and more of my meat into her experienced mouth. The next ten minutes were majik, as Casey gave me the blow job of a lifetime. I held out for as long as I was able, but finally, I was forced to admit defeat.
"Casey, I'm gonna come," I groaned.
 
"Casey, I'm gonna come." he groaned. I responded, by sucking just a little harder, coaxing him. I felt his dick twitch, and his balls tighten up. He shot in my mouth, and it was sweet. I let it flow down my throat. I kept him in my mouth until he stopped cumming, then I raised up slowly, pushing the hair out of my eyes. My face was flushed and my eyes were glazed in desire. I wanted this man, BAD.
 
"Spectacular," I said. I reached down and kissed her, sharing in my thick love sauce. "Now, why don't I give you a tour of the rest of my apartment? We'll skip the library and the solarium. Why don't we start with the bedroom."
She giggled as I lifted her off the couch like a doll. We kissed again, and she wrapped her legs around me as I carried her across the room. I set her down on the bed and just stared at her for a spell.
"I'll never get enough of you," I exclaimed, removing my pants. Fair being fair, she quickly skinned out of her jeans and panties. Then, she settled back and spread her legs in an inviting fashion. I dropped to my knees and eagerly accepted the invitation.
 
sex for the sake of sex. There was something to be said for that. As he put me on the bed, he finished taking off his jeans. I complied by sliding mine down too. I lean back on my elbows and opened my knees invitingly. He grinned as the knealt between them.
 
"So sweet," I said, lightly tracing the the outlines of her secret place. I placed my index finger in my mouth, carefully wetting it, then I inserted it in her opening, sliding it in slowly, slowly, playfully teasing her, building her up for everything that was to follow. I gently worked my way in and out until she started to breath heavily. Then, I returned my finger to my mouth, tasting her for the very first time.
I liked it. I liked it so much that I decided to go directly to the source. I kissed her wonderful pussy, then I started in on it with my tongue. I drove her crazy with my mouth, so much so that she wrapped her compact but well-muscled legs on either side of my head and squeezed, almost cracking my head like a walnut. I didn't care. I revelled in my ability to drive her out of her mind using only my mouth. I couldn't tell you how many times she came, but she was a physical wreck when I finished.
Stopping only long enough to carefully follow the Surgeon General's guidelines, I returned to the bed with my safely encased cock and asked "Are you ready for this?"
 
His tongue was amazing, alternating between feather lite, and incredibly intense, he sent me spiralling down the tubes of orgasm for several long moments. I was breathless when he stood above me in all his glory, fully encased(thank you) in latex. He asked me if I was ready for it. God, I had never been more ready for anything. I made a come to me motion with my arms, fingers wagging. "Please." Is all I said.
 
I smiled as I positioned myself over her. For a moment, I was fearful of hurting her. Casey was a true beauty, but she was extremely petite. I'm six-three and weigh a good two-fifteen. Any apprehension I had, though, vanished the instant she wrapped her small fingers around my rod and, taking the initiative, guided me into her sopping pussy.
"You don't know how much I need this, darling," she whispered in my ear, punctuating her remark with a playful stab of her tongue in my ear. "Now fuck me. Fuck me hard. Break me in two with your monster dick."
All reservations gone, I plunged into her, not sparing her an inch of my iron hard prick. I started pumping in and out of her,setting up a rhythm. Three short pokes, a deep thrust, and a pause. Casey did a job on my back with her sharp nails, but I numb to the pain. All I could feel was the power of my cock, and the need to drive this wonderful woman writhing beneath me out of her mind with passion.
 
I was ready for him. I led him to me, and he didn't disappoint me. He drove into me with all he had. It had been so long since I was fucked so well. With such skill. I greeted each thrust with one of my own. I was in heaven. Lost in the land of Bliss. I couldn't control the urges, I wrapped my legs around him and flipped over. I was on top now, and riding him expertly. I loved being on top. The angle was right, and the length of him deep inside of me. I tilted my pelvis, back and forth, and invited him to grab my hips, to help out with the friction....It was sooooo Gooood.

I felt the beginnings of a monster orgasm coiling up inside of me. It wouldn't be long.
 
Adreneline does strange things to the body. One minute I was on top, and making love with a ferocity that almost frightened me. The next, I was flat on my back and being ridden by a champion. How this slight wisp of a woman managed to take command of our lovemaking was a puzzlement, but one that pleased me to no end.
I placed my hands behind my head and let her set the pace. Her eyes were closed as she rode me, but mine were open. I was enjoying the view of her beautiful sweat coated body writhing above me as she filled herself deeper and deeper with my cock.
Finally, she sped up her movements, increasing the rhythm from 45 RPM's to 78. She was close to coming. I reached up and cupped her slick tits. She immediately grabbed my hands and repositioned them on her ass.
I took that to be a sign for me to take over. We switched positions again, and soon she was howling like a banshee. I did the only thing I could to quiet her down -- I pressed my mouth to hers. I could feel her body tremble beneath me as a massive orgasm took control of her body.
I continued to fuck her, no closer to coming than I had been at the start of our lovemaking session. I felt invincible. I felt like I would never come again. I felt like I would die in this woman's arms, that my heart would give out before my cock.
Then, Casey stuck her thumb in my anus, and everything went white, and I instantly lost control in the most wonderful fashion imaginable.
 
I wanted him to ride the wave with me. I was cupping his balls in my hand, when my fingers slid up to his ass, and I began to stroke lightly, until my finger slid up just a tiny bit, and he was joining me. I had no doubt that he could get it up again. Amazing what the feeling of orgasm can do for you. The energy that coursed through me body. My nerve ending were on fire. I began to tremble. It was wonderful.
 
I doubted if I could get it up again.
I collapsed on my back, huffing and puffing. Casey pressed her body against mine. I began to absentmindedly stroke her back -- the only thing I had the energy to do. I tried to think of something clever to say, something memorable. Nothing came to mind, so I only smiled at her, a stupid, lopsided grin of satisfaction. Even that hurt.
Casey straddled me again and started to lick the sweat off my chest.
"That was really nice," she purred. "For a quickie. Now, let's see what you're really made of."
I could only groan.
 
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