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intriguess

sexual catalyst
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"I should have worked from home today," she mused out loud. By the end of the day she felt like she was going to go crazy, her bra was super snug for some reason. She had adjusted the band to biggest size rather than the smallest and the extra room still wasn't helping. Her breasts were sore and swollen, and her nipples equally sore and tender. She could feel her bra digging into her sides and shoulders. It wasn't unusual, after all it was the first day of her period.

She felt bloated, slightly bitchy, her body was sore and sexually aroused. It was the worst combination as she was almost too tired to play herself. It was one of those rare moments when she wished she had a toy that would fuck her without any effort. She envisioned a hot steamy shower, a strong man behind her washing her body. A gentle strong man, these thoughts were not helping and as the clock finally reached 6pm she was willing to 'hunt' as she put it for a sexual friend... she no longer went for fuck friends or sex buddies, but for some reason the idea of a sexual friend was well, intriguing. Mercedes wasn't dating anyone at the moment, though she tended to date men that were in much better shape than she was. She was used to hearing his friends ask why they were together and her exes usually said the same thing. That she was amazing both in and out of the bedroom, that it was nice to be with someone who wasn't obsessed with her looks and that she never asked if her butt looked big. She knew when the end was coming as usually they would say how she was too good for them, and it always went downhill from there.

Mercedes was the type that went after what she wanted and usually had no trouble getting it. She was not one of those snobby, spoiled princess's, and she had no trouble keeping a man interested. So finding a sexual friend might be difficult to find but she was going to look anyway.

She kept a change of clothes so she could go from work to play without heading home. She headed to the nearest bathroom and took off her suit coat and pants. She removed her dress shirt and was glad she was wearing a t-shirt underneath. She removed her pesky bra, she almost wished she believed in elective surgeries as her natural melon sized breasts were a pain to deal with at moment. Going braless was not an option, so she snugged up her t-shirt and tied it in a knot below her breasts, it gave her enough support to get by for a couple hours. She slipped on a bright turquoise t-shirt as she had never been thin enough to consider leaving her midriff bare and slipped on a pare of snug black jeans. She carefully put on a pair of black boots which added height to her short frame and accented the curves of her well muscled legs. She packed away her work clothes and left the bathroom stall.

Mercedes glanced in the mirror and opted against bothering with makeup. Her skin looked amazingly good, probably due to the extra hormones in her system. She pulled her long dark silky hair down, braided it down her back and whispered, "Good enough." She dropped everything off back at her office.

She headed for her favorite after work place, it tended to have more adults and less college co eds. The doorman gave her 'the look' and said, "If you don't find what you are looking for I get off at midnight."

She smiled and replied, "I hope I find someone long before then." She headed for the bar, ordered a drink and jalopeno poppers as she hadn't eaten yet. By the time she had finished her food and almost finished her drink she had been hit on by creeps and had hit on guys that were all waiting for someone.

That's when she spotted him. He was everything she ever fantasized about, athletic but not overly obsessed with his body, sort of lean and not overly tall, which she liked as she was short, and he was average looking. He was with a bunch of guys and she didn't realize she was staring until one of his friends elbowed him. She downed the last of her drink, smiled and headed towards him.
 
After a day of almost missed deadlines and ringing phones the last thing I really needed was a hangover induced headache. Yet I needed something to calm my nerves and soothe my aches. My knees throbbed from the bruises put their by the day care kids. Apparently they thought it was cute to bull rush me when the elevator doors opened and hit me with their little fists of fury. The daycare was another one of Mr. Joperi's brilliant ideas. That slavedriving son of a bit... Whoa! I realized I was mumbling under my breath and not focusing on the road like I should've been. But it was now 6:23 p.m., I've been free for an hour and 23 minutes, my time officially belonged to me. I undressed in the car until I was down to my t-shirt and slacks. I didn't want to pay another dry cleaning bill to get the smokey bar smell out of my sport jacket so I decided to leave it in the car. I checked my jet black hair in the rearview mirror as I debated whether or not to put in my contacts or leave my glasses on.

The bar was full of the regulars. I didn't consider myself a regular because I didn't know anyone at the bar, except on a casual first name basis. Sometimes I felt like I was the only guy that arrived at the bar alone and left alone. Sure I had my chances at taking home a casual hookup but I didn't want to break the rule of three that a guy in my office told me about. According to that if you didn't find some tail to take home by 3 a.m. then you should leave or else you just end up with a worn out hag. I didn't take too much of what he said to heart though, after all he had framed the auto-reply he'd gotten from a porn star and framed it in his office.

I ordered my usual whiskey sour. Unbenknownst to me whenever I take a drink my face contorts into a rubbery mask. One guy described it as "a bloodhound sucking on a lemon." The bartender, Shelley, used to think it was cute but now she just rolls her eyes at me. Oh well, some others still find it amusing and I only order one drink anyways. I find soda more relaxing and I need to drive home.


I took a seat at a booth and began munching on nachos, periodically leaning around the standing crowd to try to catch a glimpse of the tvs. This used to be a sports bar but had turned more into a typical watering hole, where the television was just backgroud noise. Before I knew it my nacho bowl was empty. As I walked to the bar, I poked myself in the stomach. "Hmm, getting a little doughy, better him the gym first thing after work on Monday." I thought to myself.
Shelley saw me approaching the bar and quickly began speaking to half drunk guys at the bar. She laughed loudly, taking special care to show her full toothed smile. I don't know if she was trying to annoy me or make me jealous. I wasn't there to flirt with her, maybe that hurt her feelings, but I couldn't figure out what she wanted from me. I had always treated her nicely. So I sighed as I placed my bowl on the bar. I began drumming my fingertips as impatience grew in me. A glare from a large bald man with six empty shot glasses in front of him made me stop. I wasn't looking for a fight and if I was it definitely wasn't with him.

I managed to get another bartender's attention and ordered a glass of water. I was chewing on an ice cube when I saw a woman with a t-shirt tied in knot approach me. In my younger days my instinct would've been to pour the pitcher of water on her shirt and try to ensue a wet t-shirt contest. But with age came politeness, I guess. My first instinct was to step aside and let her order a drink but I could tell she had made a trip to the bar just for me, or at least I hoped so. She had the look of a woman who was after something. I could never tell what a woman wanted, all of their looks looked the same to me. I thought she may want a ride, money, or just for me to buy her a drink. Still crunching on the ice cube I attempted to introduce myself.

"Huu Moowow say Deg, um der fafaofen?" I said.
She raised an eyebrow, obviously puzzled. I spit the ice cube into my hand and said "Ok, let me try that again, I said, Hi my name is Craig, do you come here often?" I knew that line was cliched but it was either that or introduce myself as associate salesman and go off on a tangent about the Osaka account since that was the only thing in my mind.

It was hard to not get caught staring at her cleavage. You'd figure a guy my age would know how to use peripheral vision to stare a woman down from head to toe. I tried to look quickly and look away but she didn't seem to mind, she even leaned forward a little, pressing her breasts against the bar as she introduced herself.
 
Mercedes

Her nipples were soothed by the soft feel of my cotton t, which meant they now seemed determined to harden without warning. She was sure they be showing through at any moment, and while Mercedes was many things she did not want to be percieved as a slut.

His garbled introduction made her relax and quickly decide that he was definetly the right guy for what she had in mind. He wasn't macho or trying out some smooth line, just being himself, and average guys had no idea how attractive that was. "Mercedes," she almost offered her hand but decided that was probably almost as bad as handing out a business card. Did she come her often? "I suppose I'm here a couple days of week, it's a nice place to unwind after work and the dance floor is roomy, but I'm usually here with friends." Okay did that come across as desperate? did guys really care about the answer? probably not, so she opted to cut through the bull crap. "I was just about to leave and grab some dinner. I hate to eat alone, care to join me?" Straight out, honest, but not inviting him into her bed or shower. The image of him all hot steamy wet was not helping her self control especially when she noticed that one of the bartenders was giving her the, 'you are so out of your league look.'
 
Craig

Mercedes' nipples appeared to be partially erect. I didn't want to stare and embarass her but her luscious breasts were beyond irresistable.

She got right to the point and invited me to dinner. I was stunned by her abruptness yet glad that she had done all the hard work. I stammered "Uh...um..uh, oh ok sure, where do you want to go? I know this great thai place on 43rd..." she pulled me away from the bar. I craned my neck to see if the bartenders or someone at the bar was staring at her. I wondered if she was in trouble and expecting to use me for protection. But then again the prospect of getting laid was appealing, even if it did mean I would have to get my ass kicked.

We exited the bar almost silent. "Do you want to ride with me or want me to follow you? I'll let you decide where to eat, I've had a pretty long day so any grub sounds good to me." I headed to my car pondering just what the hell it was I was doing. I was going to dinner with a woman I had just met 5 minutes ago, this was so unlike me. I hated to be such a harsh judge of character but I'm not the type of guy that a woman approaches in a bar. She must be after something I decided as I watched her put her purse on the passenger's seat. She seemed to be taking extra care to arch her finely sculpted ass and hips in the air. She looked over her shoulder and I flashed her a nervous smile.

It wasn't exactly chilly but I still felt I should be a gentleman even though she didn't seem to care one way or the other. I waved my hands to get her attention before she got in her car. "Here Mercedes, would you like to wear my coat?" I said offering her the jacket. A part of me felt like a high school kid offering his letterman's jacket to his girlfriend, but another part of me just wanted an excuse to stare her down outside of the bar and make sure my whiskey sour goggles hadn't impaired my vision. Sure enough she was just as stunning in moonlight and dim orange glow of the parking lot.
 
Mercedes

It was almost too easy, then again what normal single guy would turn down a dinner offer? The only reason she'd been rejected so far was the guys had girlfriends. She felt his eyes looking her over, lingering on her breasts, feeling them watch her as she stepped just slightly in front of him. She had this urge to press up against him and lick his neck, but she didn't want to scare him off. After all if he really were the nice guy she figured him to be he'd be a little spooked by such a blatant move.

She liked the idea of him in her car but decided that stranding his car at the bar might not be the best idea. While Thai sounded good, for some reason whenever she was horny she had cravings for fresh strawberries and french toast. "I actually am in mood for breakfast, and you should probably follow." She didn't offer any reasons, but was attempting to play it safe. She wasn't exactly the predatory type, and while she wanted to seduce him she wanted it to be on her terms, when they were both comfortable with each other. "Unless you'd feel safer in my car," she wasn't quite sure how much he had to drink and she highly doubted he was intoxicated, but you never knew.

Plus she kinda wanted to time to see if she could get her nipples to ease up a little, her breasts had swayed as she walked and her nipples were definetly swollen and hard. They felt like she had gum drops on her breasts.

He offered her his coat, it was sweet, and only made him more attractive, she shook her head. She was plenty warm, and gently placed her hand on his cheek as she said, "I tend to run hot and I'm plenty warm right now." She finally moved her hand and continued, "Thanks for the offer."
 
Her hand was silky smooth as she brushed against my cheek. I had this notion that she had to have a boyfriend or at least a line of men ready at her beckon call. They are so lucky to feel that skin against theirs.

"Well, actually if you don't mind, I can just ride with you, it'll give us a chance to talk in a quiet surrounding without me stuffing my face." I gauged her reaction and it hadn't changed from the first moment we met in the bar. I liked her type, the easygoing, laid back lady.

I adjusted my coat on her shoulders as I opened her car door for her. Her outer thigh brushed against my groin making my manhood jump. Luckily she hadn't felt it, or at least I hoped she hadn't. It'd been awhile since I'd gotten any but that had nothing to do with the reflex. She is gorgeous and if her outer clothed thigh can cause that kind of reaction, I could only wonder what kind of reaction her inner thigh could cause. I adjusted myself as I walked around the front of her car. Realizing the rudeness of my gesture, I knew I should've walked around the back. Mercedes saw me and flashed me a sly smile. I blushed and attempted to make a quip such as "he needed air" but only a dry crackle escaped my throat. She gave me a reassuring look as she turned the key. My half erection wasn't diminishing but I hoped it would by the time we reached the restaurant.

As we backed out of the parking lot I attempted to break the ice. "I'd like to make smalltalk but I pretty much just go to work and the bar so I don't want to bore you. So if there's anything about me you'd like to know or if you'd like to start a conversation it would really save me a lot of work as the man." I listened to the words I had just said. "That sounded pretty desperate huh? I'm not very good at socializing, probably the reason I've been single for close to 2 years" I said lowering my head. Something must've rubbed her the right way because her eyes and face widened at the mention of the word "single."
 
Mercedes

She was trying not to think about what it would feel like to be fucking his brains out as he walked around the car, the parking lot was fairly poorly lit but it was only 7pm and she could have sworn he adjusted himself, but just smiled to herself and figured she was just imagining things. Her tits were aching now, that warm pulsing feeling that would only be soothed by a nice kiss and a good sucking.

When he mentioned he'd been single for two years she felt a little guilty about planning to seduce him and at same time figured he was long overdue for a romp. She'd been single a couple of months but it seemed longer, her friends said she was too picky, she always said she wanted to connect with a guy before having sex instead of having sex to make a connection.

She almost told him that desperation was sleeping with the first available person, but decided that was definetly a bad idea. "Small talk, it's such an apt name. Talking about small insignificant matters to fill time. I would ask about work or hobbies, but I get the feeling you are tired of work, and that you have few active hobbies." She maneuvered out of the parking lot and was glad he wasn't the type to complain about her driving. She was an excellent driver but some guys just liked to nitpick over every little thing. "Two years is a long time," she paused debating the question as she heading for the nearest restaurant that served breakfast 24/7. "Bad break?" she gently asked, as the longest time she'd abstained had been after a particularly nasty break up.
 
"Oh, it wasn't a bad breakup, I guess we just wanted different things, I wanted a casual sex relationship and she wanted a ring. So I guess I learned that it was time to grow up" I said playing with the seam on my slacks. It was all I could do not to stare at her legs. The streetlights glow seemed to illuminate her legs and the space between them, as if I was being waved in. I jerked my head with a jolt, realizing I was letting my imagination get the best of me. I recognized something from her behavior, something that I couldn't quite put my finger on. My ex acted strangely, well not strangely just plain horny as hell around the time of her period. But she was usually bloated, had acne breakouts, and generally was unattractive during her time of the month, so I never earned my red wings. Mercedes didn't appear to present any of those symptoms, but what did I know? I was obviously no expert on women.
"This probably isn't a smart thing to ask, but the bar was full of guys, guys younger and better looking than me, so why'd you pick me?"
My stomach began tightening at the anticipation of her answer. I didn't really feel much like eating all of a sudden. I grasped my stomach and groaned softly. She took her eyes off of the road momentarily to check on me.

"Sorry, Mercedes, I'm getting myself all worked up, but you're right 2 years is a long time so I guess I'm just intrigued that a woman finds me desirable, so forgive me if I question your innocent good intentions." Something told me her intentions weren't so innocent though...
 
Mercedes

His answer was honest and at same time odd, if he wanted casual sex then why had he not continued on enjoying it, or if he was growing up then he hadn't been looking very hard for Ms. Right. "The better they look the more arrogant they are, and often overconfident about their," she paused politely, "sexual prowess. Same thing goes for younger guys, believe me if I wanted a horny toad I'd be kissing frogs."

She turned the corner, "Do I look as if my intentions are pure?" she glanced over with a smile, "I tend to fantasize about guys like you, average, nice, sweet, polite, generous," the last word sent a tingle down between her legs. She couldn't believe how much she wanted to find a dark corner and fuck him. She took one hand off the steering wheel to rest against his leg. "My intentions are far from pure, but they are not maliscious either." She paused as he grabbed his stomach, "Are you feeling okay?" she asked softly grabbing his leg softly. She hoped he was feeling well, the worst thing would be if he was going to be sick.
 
"Oh, I'm flattered, and suddenly feeling better. I've never been accused of being too good looking or arrogant." I said cracking the window to let some air in. I fanned my hand in front of my face as I inhaled the crisp night air. "Is it just me or did it just get hot in here?" I said stroking my fingertips over the back of her soft hand. "Where were you two years ago, you could've saved me a lot of time and heartache." I said with a chuckle.

My mind danced with images of what I would like to do with the dish of strawberries they would serve us at the restaraunt. Her intentions were very clear now. I looked her up and down. This was obviously going to be a challenge, I didn't want to make the first move and wake up in jail accused of rape, but at the same time I didn't want to wait too long and be kicked to the curb because she thought I was a loser. She looked like she would be hard to please no matter how much she was hinting at the obvious. So I decided to make the first move mutual. I guided her hand to my crotch and let her feel the instinctive jumps of my cock until it was fully erect. She kept her eyes on the road as she brushed lightly over the fabric. My lips curled as I released a gasp of pleasure. I got the feeling this wasn't the first time she had done this.
 
Mercedes

She knew he must be at least interested to have gotten this far, but she hadn't realized he was turned on until that moment. She recalled an ex who said her smell gave him an instant erection. She was easily able to multi task, driving, fantasizing, and the joy of touching him and knowing he wanted her. "I really am hungry," she almost unzipped him wanting to get a better feel of everything he had to offer. She was extremely horny and her cunt was super slick and she probably needed to get to a bathroom fairly soon. She pulled into the parking lot, looked over at him and licked her lower lip and whispered, "I want to take you home after we eat." It was a statement, not a request or question. She could have easily said she wanted to eat him or eat off his body or be eaten, but she opted for something that was simple and not quite so provocative. She felt comfortable around him, as if she could just be straight forward and didn't need to flirt or tease.

Her nipples ached and she hoped he was the generous type, she wanted to touch him, and at same time wanted him to touch her all over, those warm soft lips of his to follow the path of his fingers. The image of sharing a shower was becoming clearer and she was glad her shower was large enough to accomodate two, and was trying to decide when would be the best time to reveal that she was ragging horny. She wondered if how much body hair he had as the image in her mind focused on his body.

"Two years ago?" she paused thinking back. "Two years ago I would have been a hormonal virgin looking for someone I actually wanted to have sex with."
 
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It was hard to hide the smugness but a man who knows he's about to get some is always going to be a little smug. I tried to focus on the task at hand, dinner. "Oh ok, I'm sorry, the night is young, I guess I got a little ahead of myself." I said taking a few deep breaths waiting for my erection to subside.

I put my arm around her as we walked into the restaurant. Periodically I glanced behind her watching her firm ass sway from side to side in the black jeans. Her ass, her breasts, everything on her body was crying out to be released. Once inside we took a seat in a booth by the front windows. She excused herself to the bathroom. I looked at my hands, they were shaking, a combination of joy and anxiety. I did a quick self-inventory, smelled my shirt, checked my hair in the window's reflection, I looked good in my own eyes at least. For the first time in two years, I felt something stirring deep inside of me; confidence.

I greeted her with a smile as she returned from the restroom. "So, what looks good?" I said. I noticed her boots, I kind of hoped she was in heels or something removable so that we could have a little footsie in the restaurant. But again my mind was getting the best of me. I already knew the situation was going well. I lacked the control that I wanted, since we were going back to her place but that was ok. Throughout the dinner our hands kept meeting, sometimes by chance when we both reached for the salt. Other times they seemed to meet on purpose.

Just then I remembered I was down to my last twenty bucks. Some impression I would make on her if I couldn't even pay for dinner. Trying to be as coy as possible I pulled out my wallet and looked through my different credit cards to see which ones would be accepted. Withouth my knowledge a condom had fallen out and was lying on the table. The waitress noticed it before Mercedes did. I snatched it quickly off of the table. Mercedes continued to flirt by rubbing my hands, my wrists, my arm, completing with a bicep squeeze. I tightened my hand into a fist to hide the condom but it was to no avail as her index finger burrowed into my fist to see what I was hiding. She seemed excited by the spontaneous action although the waitress probably thought I did it on purpose. Mercedes seemed satisfied when she discovered what I was hiding. I hoped she would pull me towards the door and we'd be in her car and on the way to her house. But she continued to sit there, eyeing me, perhaps teasing me. She was definitely enjoying every torturous moment of the flirtation.
 
Mercedes

When he moved to hide something she couldn't resist finding out what it was, and when she found out her thoughts were...how old is it, and isn't it nice he's prepared. She hadn't given birth control much thought as it was that time of the month and she was taking the pill.

She had taken care of things while in the bathroom and knew her body was beyond ready. She so wanted to fuck him first and ask questions later, but there were some basic niceties that should be respected. Then again it had been two years since he'd been with someone and she realistically could use a quickie before taking that shower. At last her craving for strawberries, whipped cream, and luscious french toast was satisfied.

She was eating at a normal pace and when she noticed he was going to pay she brushed his hand. "I asked you out remember?" It was a bit of a power play, and at same time she was testing to see if he had a chauvanistic bone in his body. The waitress kept checking on us and she finally got tired of it and asked for the check as she continued playing with his hands.

"I bet I know what she wants for a tip," she murmured seductively. "I'd rather keep that big juicy tip all for myself." He was so cute while she delayed and she could barely contain herself, plus her breasts were aching by now and the only reason she wasn't playing with them was because her hands were otherwise occupied.
 
I could tell the waitress was growing impatient but I'm sure we weren't the only amorous couple she had to deal with. After all this is a 24 hour diner. Finally I grew tired of the eyerolling and foot tapping and decided to just give her the twenty. "I hope you don't mind that I'm paying, I know you asked me out, but let's just consider it a gentleman-like move on my part." I said in between the giggles that were escaping as she slid closer to me in the booth. I hadn't laughed like that in years, but then again I hadn't been with someone who sparked my interests either.

When she made the comment about the tip I nearly lost it. I could myself becoming flushed. I could withstand all the physical contact in the world but dirty talk and heavy flirting made me almost lose it. The waitress walked past with a tray of creme filled donuts. "I bet you can't find the cream filling in my cream stick" I shot back at her with a slight huskiness to my voice. In hindsight that wasn't the best line, but it was good enough. I was glad and sad at the same time that she was giving me a little time since it'd been two years. She knew I was willing but I still found it a great challenge to restrain myself from mounting her right there on the diner table.
 
Mercedes

She leaned in to whisper in his ear and kiss a soft spot of his neck, "I would take that bet, and add another but I'm not the type to share that part of myself in public." She wondered what he tasted like, of course he'd probably jerked off within the last week, but at the same time he might be the type to have a build up waiting. She thought of fellatio as a good way to get to round two, therefore she did not spit or swallow, but she occasionally would lick a taste. His response was nice, he casually paid and showed he had a sense of humor. She licked the spot she had kissed and allowed her hand to rest in his lap again. "Are you ready to go?" her question had so many meanings, and she was really begining to fantasize about what his cock would look and feel like. She was always super wet and tight when aroused, but at this time of month she somehow was even more slippery and snug. One lover had said he loved how she felt and she had hooked him on bloody fucking as he had called it. She wondered if Craig had earned his red wings, after all many men thought it gross and women felt anything but sexy then. She supposed her tactic was to get him so riled up that he would deny her nothing.

As the stood up and got ready to go she whispered into his ear, "I want to ravage you here and now, but that's not my style."
 
Craig's casual sex life was sub par to say the least. He longed for a woman that would scream his name, tell him what to do in bed, basically take charge. But at the same time he wanted a woman that swtich positions and beg for him to take her to the heights of pleasure.

As her tongue slid across the back of my hand, I stiffened my posture. Her tongue was full of bumpy ridges that I knew were taste buds but I viewed them more as pleasure bumps. I had never had what I considered a good blowjob. I blamed part of that fact on the women that I had dated, most just didn't seem interested in it. I blamed another part of that on myself, since I am uncut, and I knew some women had never seen a cock like mine and maybe were turned off by it. Others loved it, especially the extra friction the foreskin caused. I had curled more than a few toes with my sexual abilities. But they alone can't support a relationship, but who cares about relationships? I want casual flings, for now at least. My ex would basically just jerk me off with her mouth open, barely licking the tip except for a soft kiss after my plateau phase. Mercedes seemed like the type of girl that would like to give head but I hoped I could get the condom on before she noticed my foreskin. Then again she also seemed like the type that would be glad to play with extra skin on a penis. I bet in her mind extra skin just equalled extra fun. I wasn't too worried about it, we'd come this far and I had what she wanted.

Upon exiting the diner I could've sworn her breasts had swelled and grown even more. I shook it off, "she probably just adjusted them in the bathroom" I thought to myself. I opened the door to let her into the car. I couldn't resist so I gave her a soft smack on the ass. The vibrations proved that she was soft in the right places and firm in the right places as well. I couldn't wait to squeeze those cheeks as I pounded her doggystyle.

The ride to her house was quiet but full of seductiveness. She definitely had a talent for turning men on without saying a word. Her hand slid up and down the gear shift as we waited at stop signs and red lights. As we got closer to her house the stroking speed increased. "Lucky gearshift" I thought to msyelf.

"I'm glad I ate a large dinner, something tells me I'm going to need the energy. Maybe I wouldn't need to stop by the gym on Monday after all." I said jokingly.
 
Mercedes

The joke about exercise made her smile, as a good workout should last more than thirty minutes and she was glad to know he could go the distance. The distance from her car to her place seemed to go by quickly and her breasts were driving her crazy by the time she got her door unlocked. "Maybe I'll keep you too tied up until Monday then." She wasn't sure she'd ever wanted a man as much as she wanted him. She dropped her keys and stuff and was wondering what had gotten her energy level up. She'd gone from barely having the desire to wanting to rip off all her clothes and his and ravage him like an animal. Maybe it was the food, maybe it was the way he looked at her, she didn't know what it was and it didn't matter now anyway. Once the door was closed she was pealing her shirts off, she could no longer stand to feel the fabric rubbing rubbing against her swollen nipples. The slightly cooler air of her appartment felt soothing and she smiled at Craig, "My tits have been aching all day long." She didn't bother faking modesty at this point and asked.

"Care for something to drink?" she loved the way his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, she also had a great pair of legs, but she tended to attract breast men.
 
I couldn't contain a gasp of amazment as she took her shirts off. The tight fabric didn't do them justice. "Well then, let's see what we can do to relieve some of that tension." I said watching the gorgeous breasts to spring foward, released from their cotton contstraints.

A topless woman in jeans is one of the sexiest sights to behold in my opinion. I began to unbutton my shirt but obviously it wasn't my upper body she was interested in. "I could really use something cold, like ice, because it's hot in here." I said wiggling the button on my pants. She shook her said as if saying she'd get that for me. She waved her finger seductively, urging me to follow her into the kitchen.

Mercedes poured me a glass of ice and got a popsicle for herself. She licked the length of it a few times, drug her bottom lips off of the tip before deepthroating the whole thing. I pressed in closer against her and the kitchen sink, leaving a trail of soft kisses from her neck to her earlobe. I cupped her magnificent breasts, pushing them upwards as I softly squeezed the surface. I had never been with anyone above a B cup. Her erect nipples was only the bump on the otherwise smooth surface of her breasts. I whispered "I want you" into her ear, while softly pushing my hips against her, urging her to free my fleshy monster from its lair. I lowered my lips to her breasts, softly taking a nipple on the edge of my lips. I raked the nipple back in forth between my upper and lower lip. Her head flung backwards, obviously I hitting a sweet spot. Nonverbally she begged me to take the breast into my mouth. I obliged and began choking after realizing I just couldn't do it because of their size. She smiled softly and dabbed my forehead with an ice cube. The water from it mixed with the beads of sweat on my forehead and dripped onto her breast. Before she could even look down I licked the droplets from the surface. My manhood was now beyong begging for release. I hadn't pleasured myself in over a week, so I hoped the condom could hold all of my ejaculate.
 
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The ice was a fantastic idea and she teased him as she sucked on a purple treat. She moaned as his mouth found her thick nipples and sent tingles all through her body as he kissed and sucked. She wished he could take her whole breast into his mouth, but certain things weren't possible once you were above a C cup. She pulled away for a second and pulled herself to sit on the countertop. Her hands ran down his torso to dip just under the band of his pants. She tugged him to her as her fingers figured out how to undo his pants, the zipper making a loud hiss as it slide down quickly as if to say free at last. Her hands slide around the sides gently moving the material downward and she was reminded of the condom and with a little bit of talent managed to retrieve his wallet before his pants slide down off his body.

She plunked the wallet down beside her and went back to play with his ass as his mouth tormented and teased, building pressure while relieving the pain of neglect.
 
The outline of my cock was clearly visible in my boxers. It throbbed and lurched forward nearly unfastening the snap with its own will. My heart rate quickened and I could almost hear it beating when she pulled away momentarily to put the wallet beside her. In between passionate gasps I managed to ask her if I had to wear the condom, after all it was old and most likely would disintegrate. Surely she had some in her nightstand but I just didn't want to wear one, we didn't need any boundries, regardless if we were a casual hook up or not. I allowed her to ponder the thought while I continued suckling her tits.

Her hands roamed around and I decided to let mine roam too. In a quick slashing motion I unfastened her jeans with my right hand, undid the zipper with my left and used both hands to slide them down to her ankles. When undressing a woman I always preferred to remove her shoes last. I suppose it made me feel like a pornstar to begin sex with a woman with her shoes on. But I also loved the feel of bare feet locked at the ankle around my torso and ass, pulling me deep inside the woman.

My hands caressed and squeezed her firm ass through the silken panties, all the while my mouth never left her breasts. I saw a red spot on the panties. I pushed myself away from her. "Ok by process of elimination, either you just had some rough sex, just lost your virginity, or you're menstrating." I said with a hint of sarcasm. I didn't want to hurt her or my chances at getting laid but I felt deceived. I sighed deeply "So unless you like it in your ass, I guess sex is out for the night, huh?" I was partially furious, it wasn't fair for this whole night to end like this. She's such a tease. I started to turn away from her but she pulled me back.
 
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"Please tell me your not one of those narrow minded guys," she tossed back with a smile. "And I did wonder about the condom but I figured since you had it, might as well use it. The only condoms I have are flavoured and intended for oral gratification." She felt as if her legs were tied together as her boots kept her black jeans in a bunch around her ankles. She hated to think she'd gotten this far and he was going to back out now. "I was going to mention it, but its not something that naturally comes up in conversation."

She would have said something about the anal comment but choose instead to say, "Sex is more than penetration after all. I can't help it that my tits get really tender during my period and I get incredible horny. I'm all slick, hot, and tight if you'd rather not, well then that's your loss."
 
"No, I'm not narrowminded, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious about sex with a woman on her period. But if we're going to do this you should let me hit it without a condom. It's a major tease to claim you're tight and not let me find out skin on skin. I'm clean I assure you, most of my casual sex hookups I wore protection and they were with women I knew on some level." I sounded like I was begging, I needed to change to tone. "I think we've gotten ahead of ourselves" I said nodding towards the bulge in my boxers. "The decision is yours" I said sliding the condom in her direction.

"Here you look uncomfortable, let me help you" I said sliding off her boots and pants. I kissed her softly, the hint of artificial grape flaver still lingered on her lips. I slid her panties down. She stepped out of them. Immediately I was struck with an overwhelming fragrance. I expected the smell of musk combined with decaying flesh, but the scent was surprisingly sweet. It was an aroma of regeneration, of newness.

I put my arms behind her and lifted her onto the counter. I wasn't sure if this was the best place or if she wanted to continue in the bedroom. I lowered my head to ankles and began planting a trail of soft kisses all the way up her legs. When I reached her vaginal area I skipped it on purpose and continued the kisses onto her stomach and all the way up to her lips.

"Just so you know, I did that on purpose." I said acknowledging her. "You made me wait at the restaurant, so now it's my turn" I said with a grin. Her aching was now visible as I watched a crimson drop linger at her entrance, which begged for attention.
 
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"I don't expect you to taste me, I can understand if it bothers you, but I have enjoyed it before." Now she was sounding terribly boring or as if she had tons of experience. "I'm clean and I'd actually rather take you bare skinned." She smiled and moved to the edge of counter, "I know this probably sounds like I planned this, but I've never done it in this kitchen and it'll be easy to clean up as I expect to share a nice steamy shower afterwards."

She had kind of imagined this scene on occasion and having him here in front of her, like a life sized play thing, it was important to remember he was real and treat him with respect. "You're tall enough to pull this position off, and this way you don't have to support my body weight." She felt exposed as he was still wearing his boxers despite the obvious bulge and she ran her hands down her neck over her breasts, down her sides to slide along her legs as she spread them apart her fingers tracing down her inner thighs.
 
"I tell you what, I'll give you oral but I'll expect you to return the favor" I said leaning towards her. It was hard to bend at this angle and compounded by my erection.

As I got closer to her fleshy mound, I briefly watched in awe as her pussy pulsed in and out in rhythm with each quickening breath. Her pussy was gorgeous, sculpted and just enough pubic hair to give shadow to it. My mind flashed to her and I in her bed, her exhausted body lying across me, the prickly pubic hair soaked with my semen. I decided it'd been too long since I'd been with a woman, I should fantasize about the act not the end result.

I removed my boxers and for a moment stood briefly naked before her, then lowered myself to her lips. I traced her vaginal lips with my tongue, blowing softly on them. They were beyond moist, shining in the flourescent kitchen lights. I parted her entrance with my fingers and licked deeply. My mouth flooded with usually tang of pussy combined with an extra salty taste. She tigthened her body, shifting her weight restlessly from side to side. Her bare feet rested on my shoulders. I continued my taste test puasing as I mused "You know this is really no different than sucking on my finger after I get a papercut. Speaking of sucking on things..." I trailed off and rose to my feet. She continued to survey me from head to toe. Her facial expression revealed deep concentration, as if her body was in a tug of war with her mind over what she wanted next.
 
Mercedes

She had never wanted someone so bad and the delay was driving her crazy even though it was WELL worth it, his mouth a soft delight, once again reminding her that this had the potential to be an evening she would remember for a long long time. She wondered briefly why he would barter for a blowjob but after seeing his glorious cock she quickly put it together. He was natural, and it was beautiful, not that she would ever say so, as she wavered between wanting to fuck him so very badly and the look of expectation in his eyes of soon recieving oral attentions. Her horniness finally won out, "I know this sounds really lame, but I'm going to have a tough time focusing on a blowjob until my own needs have been satisfied." At the same time she really wanted to touch him all over to get a feel for him before feeling him slide inside her. She slowly licked her lips, "I promise that during or after the shower I'd love a taste."
 
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