hey babe i wanted to see if you and i could make a story that would be memorable- if you don't have any ideas i can start- but i don't have anything in mind yet,....
you have stirred up my interest- i've been watching you ) (in another story) your writing is wonderful sweetheart, and i'm glad i wanted to start this thread with you- how about let's start narrowing,...
hetero
just us (sorry y'all you can watch tho, he's good!)
present
humans
i'm playing monica- 5'6" thin (not skinny) red hair, big blue eyes, small perky breasts, i'm in a mini skirt, a green v-neck tight top (no bra) and a big black leather coat.
i hated trains- i wished there just wasn't traffic, or something else, i wish i wish wish,
i wished the day would end, bad thing after bad thing had happened. form spilling things, to losing an important account to listening to the boss bitch about his divorce, you name it, it happened to me today. i was about ready to flip out nex time someone bumped into me, or stepped on my toes- a dangerous mood on a train in chicago.
ok so i lied
if anyone other than this big dark, sexy stranger had bumped into me, i would've screamed. as it is i almost clawed his eyes out when he swept me up after almost bowling me over. my hand flew up to his chest as he pulled me close to keep me from flying across the car- or into anyone else.
my hand didn't seem to want to leave his big strong chest,... and he smelled so,... he broke me out of my appreciation of his chest by setting me down gently, and apologizing- stuttering a bit tho i think it was due to that moment than any permanent feature.
he was lovely. and he appeared to be appreciating me too. he was saying something, but i couldn't get out of my inner monologue- he'd been the redeeming quality to this day. even if he didn't say anything he'd be masturbation material.
his mouth was moving- what was he saying? i broke out of my second reverie, the jolt shaking me, it was only covered by a jolt of the train.
i start to get the feeling he's like a big puppy dog- or worse- a dog who doesn't know he's not a puppy anymore! i have to say, normally i would continue to curse the train, but as it pitched me into his arms again for the first time i was really glad the trains were so awful.
i was not always one for talking, so when the train stopped right after that- at my stop i just grabbed his big hunk of a hand and pulled on it- hoping he'd realize i couldn't literally drag him anywhere any more than i could lift this train of its tracks. he obliged me- a good thing or i may have gotten uppity again!
he looked at me quizzically as i stood in the lee of him as all the people pouring out of that door had to squeeze past us- i hadn't moved very far. finally he almost picked me up and brought me over to a bench- setting me down gently.
"look i haven't had the best day and i'm going to be honest with you- i wanted to meet you, know your name, where you're from, so i don't know where you were going but i'll give you taxi money if you just want to go home, i don't know why i pulled you off that train."
that was all my explanation, i waited, head down, eyes watering and chest tied in knots waiting for his answer, what was i doing?
"i have just had the worst day in the history of bad days- i tell you what, why don't we get take-out at my place?"
he raised an eyebrow at me like i'd just said "nice shoes wanna fuck?" i looked at him and said "it may just improve my mood to be away from the general public- restaurants are so noisy and expensive."
he had a little smile that felt like it was just for me- like if i mentioned it he would never smile that way again, and it was one of those smiles you wished would never leave his face- almost like that one right after sex
anyhow, long story short, we ended up at my house scarfing on teriyaki- i am the MAS-TAH when it comes to chopsticks, baby yeah!
i laughed at his pathetic attempts to use chopsticks- but he was trying, so i had to give him a b for effort. after showing him and watching him get one piece in his mouth before managing to stain his shirt i almost fell of the edge of the coffee table i'd perched on trying not to laugh.
before i even thought about it i had his shirt off, and was getting the stain out. with his nice white shirt hanging on a chair to dry i came back to the coffee table, to find his nose almost in his plate in an effort to not drop anything else, and hopefully get something in his stomach before i came back.
i put my left hand on his right- stopping the scooping he'd developed as a means to an end- yes, the food was in his mouth,... i put the plate down, grabbed my own chopsticks, and fed him a piece of chicken. i had some rice, then i fed him some, my mouth opening with his like he was a baby.
his eyes sparkled and he struggled to get all the rice in his mouth before it dribbled down his chin- success! he a little piece right on his lip- and i couldn't resist, i reached up and licked it off.
i can't believe i just did that! i've known this man for how long? an hour? and i already have him shirtless, i'm feeding him, and i licked his lip! what was i thinking? he didn't seem to mind- he didn't say anything to stop me, and i couldn't help but linger a little longer than i had to,... well if he was going to act like nothing had happened, i could do the same!
i continued feeding him, asking him questions like why had he moved here from Maine, which he liked better, what he did, his marital status,... you know normal questions.
at some point i got lost in his eyes, i forgot i had food in my hands until i almost dropped it in his lap. i blushed-what a clumsy day! i set the food down, and listened to his answers, my eyes roaming over his chest, and what a ovely chest it was!
i realised i'd been spacing off again when he was trying to get my attention with the cutest smile on his face. i was tired, it had been a long, hard day, and he just smiled that little smile again, and drew me off the coffee table onto the couch. he put his arm around me and i leaned into his shoulder, letting my head rest on him, feeling safe and warm. now this was what i needed!
i remember him putting me to bed- never have i felt such tenderness, i didn't break the mood by waking up, just let him take care of me. he got in bed with me, clothes on. i wrapped my arms around his neck as i drifted off, lost in the soft strength of his arms around me, i wished it could last forever.
i dreamt about the sweetest lover- my eyes were closed in the dream, but i knew it was him. in the dream i fell asleep with him, and when i woke he was gone. i woke with a start into the real world, disoriented. frantically i reached out for him. he pulled my arms into his, and i went back to sleep, smiling.
i WAS sleeping peacefully,... until the alarm clock slammed me back into awareness. i groggily auto-dialed work.
lindsey answered- she would make up some excuse for me- i'd done it for her more than once. i almost never was away from work anyway- they had to tell me to go home some days. she tried to screw me for information- all she got was a promise i'd fill her in when something interestin happened- i didn't have to tell her it had already been a little interesting,...
i rolled back into Justin's arms, i'd had to think to remember his name, but i did it! i smiled and snuggled up to him. he kissed the top of my head and said "good morning" i smiled and said "good morning."
he disengaged enough for me to roll over and face him- i looked into his eyes for a long moment, trying to figure out what to say. finally i came up with "can i get you a glass of water, or something?" he smiled and said "sure"
once i was at the door i looked back and got the feeling he'd said sure just to watch me get it i came back with a couple of glasses of water, wearing his big white shirt- it almost came down to my knees.
he laid on the bed sipping his water, looking me over as i folded myself on the bed next to him.
"sorry about falling asleep on you- normally i like to get to know a boy before i'm unconscious in his arms" i said, trying to make light of my embarassment. he chuckled- a low rumble in his diaphragm, i wanted to have my head on his chest when he did that.
i was so nervous, i didn't even know him! all i could say was, "it's a credit to you that you didn't do anything but put me to bed, and thanks for staying." i studied my water intently, i was trying unsuccessfully to not blush. i didn't hear him move- i just felt a warm, soft hand under my chin, lifting my head up.
"you're welcome." he said, his voice rich and low, it made my heart melt. my hand was shaking so i put the water down on the nightstand. it was a good excuse to break eye contact- and try to get a grip. he made my heart flutter like a little girl- what was wrong with me? his smile just made it worse. i smiled and put a strand of hair behind my ear- a nervous gesture.
i was starting to look like he was taking a bit of pleasure in my discomfort. which made me a little disgruntled. the problem is i've been told that makes me look cuter- which just makes it worse- because they get more and more amused as i get more and more frustrated.
he broke the tention- with a silly irish accent that i couldn't do anything but laugh at- like a schoolgirl. he asked me what i was going to do now thati had him,.... i arched my eyebrow and said,
"well, i'm feeling like a shower might wake me up- i'm starting to wonder if i'm still dreaming" he smiled in a way that begged for invitation.
i got up and headed for the bathroom, waggling my hips a little, when i got to the door i turned around, to see him still in bed- i raised both my eyebrows and smiled as i said
"well are you coming?"
he looked like a few brick had just intercepted his train of thought, and fairly jumped out of the bed, getting caught up in the covers and landing unceremoniously in a lump - a few feet closer, and worse for the wear
i laughed so hard i had to hold onto the doorjamb, tears squeezing out of my eyes, my knees buckling, i eventually ended up on the floor- rolling, eyes closed. that was my mistake.
next thing i knew i was being pinned and horribly, viciously tickled
there i was, winning a perfectly good tickle fight, and next thing i know my advantage has been turned around!
he had me right where he wanted- brought me to the peak of ecstacy, and gave me a push over the edge, sending me into a raucus orgasm, almost immediately followed by another- at this point it was too much to have him touch me at all, it would have sent me into a twitching moaning mass of girlflesh- in that bad way *^_^* i had to beg him to stop just so i could breathe again, and cool off, i was just too sensitive.
he looked worried, so i just smiled him, and said "can i repay you some way?" his brow furrowed for a moment and i said "alright mister, jus take your pants off and look cute!" he laughed a little and complied, and just sat next to me after he'd flung them somewhere.
i struggled to get up- my arms still tangled in my (*his!*) shirt, it's a good thing i was going for his crotch- because i pitched forward into his lap as i was trying to arrange myself,... it was his turn to laugh at me.
his laugh turned into a gasp as i stuck my tongue out to lick the tip of his head- right before enveloping almost the enitre shaft in my mouth. i pulled back to the tip, circling it with my tongue, before sucking it in again. he leaned his head back and groaned, his hand reflexively coming to rest on my head.
i curled my tongue around his shaft, swirling, as i bobbed my head up and down, every so often my teeth brushing him- making it jump almost every time. i was careful not to hurt him, i just ran them along gently, sucking and licking.
soon he was bucking his hips up to me, and pushing my head down to him. i let him into my throat as far as i could go, licking and sucking, foregoing the tender teeth to urge the cum out of him- i wanted to taste him. my cheek rested on his thigh for a moment, feeling the muscles ripple.
he was groaning as he slammed into me- fucking my mouth, and i found the room somewhere, i accomodated almost all of him, and he wasn't small! i could feel his rythm failing as he trembled. every muscle tightened an instant before his load filled my mouth, a little tendril dribbling down my chin and between my breasts.
i lapped up every bit, encircled the head just a second to suck the remains out before letting it go. i licked my lips like a cat licks her whiskers after a mouse. he flopped back onto the bed panting, and i lay down next to him, resting my head on his shoulder, enjoying the moment.
god was i relieved when he asked me if i was on birth control- i didn't want to be the one to bring it up! it improved the mood rather than diminishing it, which was a good thing.
after we caught our breath, i tried to pull him up. he wasn't going to budge unless he wanted- me struggling to lift his arm was amusing to say the least.
he got up with me and i pulled him into the bathroom. i started the shower running, and let the steam caress my body as i put my arms around his neck and kissed him slowly, savoring the experience. i let my hands roam around his back, as did his. he had wonderful strong, but smooth hands.
before we got hot and heavy i pulled him into the shower, closing my eyes as i let the water run on my hair, and down my back.
i put my hand on his shoulders and slipped my tongue around in his mouth, tasting, exploring. he engulfed me in his arms, and we swayed under the water.
he started kissing me down my neck. i put my head on his shoulder. it felt so good just to be in his arms.
justin's kisses were wonderful, and so was the shower, until he took the showerhead down and brutally attacked my clit with it! *^-^* i quickly took it away and looked at him with a mock look of hurt and said "easy there, killer,...gentle." He arched an eyebrow at me and said, "then you do it."
i had never done it in front of anyone before,...i had been asked to outside of the shower, and the closest i came was doing it under a blanket with him on the other side of the room. it was just so,... personal. i looked at justin, and he smiled at me, that private smile. he put his hands on my hips and said "you don't have to if you don't want to."
i shook my head almost imperceptibly. i said "i will,... as long as you don't say or do anything,... ANYTHING. ok?" he chuckled and said "sure."
i backed into the corner of the shower (by the side with the faucet.) i gasped as my backside hit the cold tile, but to his credit, he said nothing. i put my leg up on the side of the tub. i put the showerhead up close to my lips, let the water run inbetween my lips, but nowhere near my clit, it was too sensitive just yet, i wasn't turned on.
i closed my eyes and leaned my head back into the corner. i rarely fantasized about people or naughty things,... i always pictured fog covered mountain tops, beautiful lakes and trees. i loved nature. soon i move the shower head, just adjusting the angle, it was massaging my clit through it's hood- i didn't want to move the hood yet,... this felt good enough.
soon there came a nagging feeling, a desire, i adjusted the angle again, spread my legs just a bit. i didn't have to hold my lips open, the water was getting in just right. i was breathing heavy, a feeling of inner warmth washed over me. i could feel it building, soon i let the feeling get the better of me. it came in little waves, not screaming kind of waves, they just made my body rock, quivering with ecstacy.
when i was done my clit was again too tender to have the water right on it, i moved it off, let the water massage my neck muscles- where i tended to take the stress of an orgasm. i finally put it back in its place, wiped the water from my face and looked up at him, god he was gorgeous.
he waited as long as he could, until i looked at him, drawing him closer with my desire. i had never really put that kind of show on for anyone, and i hadn't expected to like it that much, and from the look of it he had enjoyed it as much as i,...
he pushed me up against the cold tile while he tenderly ravaged my mouth, not the searching of our first kisses, but plundering, taking what was his. i locked my legs around his waist as he lifted me up and slid me onto his throbbing cock. i rested my head on his shoulder, moaning as he took me.
i put my hands on his shoulders, and reveled in his sheer strength. his kisses had melted me,...i was a puddle of quivering womanflesh- i just wanted him to fuck me, and he did, it was like he knew what i wanted before i thought it.
i trailed kisses up his neck, followed his jaw, it was his turn to put his head down on my shoulder. i whimpered in his ear as he swiveled his hips a little bit. he did it again and i bit his ear, not hard, just to show i liked it.
i wrapped my arms around him, running my nails along his back. he pounded harder and i scratched a little harder. i could hear him moaning, i tightened my grip with my legs and arms.
his muscles were rippling as he moaned a little harder, i held myself up on him as he struggled with his oncomnig orgasm for just a little more time, one more thrust.
i was moaning with him as my pussy screamed for more, i braced myself on the cold tile and bucked my hips to him as he slammed into me and suddenly we were both thrown into a roiling sea of ecstacy, cumming together, both of our bodies quivering, shaking, it rocked me to my core, and left me breathless.