Seduction of a Small Town Divorcee

[BamaBelle]

OOC: this is a closed post. This is my first attempt. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy. If you like or dont like, please PM me so that we can keep the mojo flowing *smile*

IC:I had made up my mind that tonight I was not going to be a hostage to that damn television.

Applying my make up, I eyed the dress. Black strapless all-occasion. At least that is what the sales clerk had called it. Me, I was going for more of "get me out of this stupid slump" dress.
I had no problem buying clothes to fit my size 14 body. At 36, I was not as firm and tight as I had been in college. My once upbeat and perky 40D breasts were now soft and pillowy but they were still in proportion to my 5 ft 9 frame. My shoulder length reddish brown hair was neat and for once was not fighting me. I am the only hazel eyed one on both sides of my family. Growing up I didnt waste my time yearning to be a supermodel. Maybe if I had tried to be a supermodel Eric wouldnt have left me...

"SHUT UP, Belle!", I heard my heart scream. "You are so over him. He stole your heart, but you are better than this." Fighting back the tears, I completed my makeup.

Grabbing my purse 45 minutes later, I ran out to my SUV. Headed to the local dance hall, Iron Lady Inn, I glanced one more time at myself in the mirror. Nervously, I smiled. It had been ages since I had gone out unescorted. My stomach fluttered with butterflies in the anticpation of the night to come.

As I pulled into the parking lot of the Inn, I nervously rechecked my makeup. "Quit stalling", I told myself. "This is just a bar. Its just a get together with your co-workers and you are going to have fun!"

I entered the bar, looking for my friends. NO ONE was here yet.
"Damnit!"
I panicked. "What do I do now"?
I glanced over at the bar. Only 8 stools were occupied of the 20 seats. "If they are not here in 30 mins I am leaving!!"

I sit down and order my favorite, "Long Island Tea, please".



--Belle

 

[jack1]

OCC: Is it ok if I'm your 18 yo son in this threat?

 

[BamaBelle]

OCC: Is it ok if I'm your 18 yo son in this threat?

Thank you for replying. All questions need to be directed in email form or thru PM. Right now this post is closed.

--Belle

 

[Eroticus]

Brad

OOC: Brad Ashton, 42, divorced, 6’3”, deep blue eyes. A big man at 220 #s, but with a gentle soul, almost like a Teddy Bear… an “aw shucks” kind of guy with a slight stutter. His low key demeanor is often taken for a slow mind, but he is extremely bright. He is an independent contractor that designs and builds houses locally. Three years ago his wife of 12 years ran off with a doctor taking their two kids. He has spent most of his savings fighting a custody battle, but lost because his former wife had deeper pockets.

IC: It was another lonely weekend night. Billy Jasper had invited me over for a card game with some friends but I wasn’t really in the mood. I regretted the decision when I found myself sitting at home feeling sorry for myself. I was lonely. I missed my family, my kids. I missed the companionship of a woman.

I never saw it coming. I thought we had a close family, that we would be a family forever. When Linda practically stopped having sex with me I should have known. She had always been such a passionate woman. I somehow assumed that when she got older she didn’t need the sex as much. It turned out she was getting plenty, only not from me. When she took the kids off on vacation three years ago, she never came back.

I flipped through all the channels twice, then tried to read, but I was restless. I needed to get out. I headed into town not knowing where I was going or what I was going to do. I passed the Iron Lady Inn that had several cars parked outside. I knew the owner who had once been a client of mine.

I walked in and was surprised at how few people were there. Well, it was only 9PM. Probably will pick up later. I sat down at the bar and ordered a draft beer. The name on his shirt said Jerry.

“S-S-Say, Jerry, is R-Randy around tonight?”

Billy said he would be in later. As I sipped my beer I looked around. Two seats over was a redhead with a knockout dress. She was a big for a woman, big like me, with a very attractive face. She didn’t look like someone that would normally be in here all by herself. I could see her hands nervously fidgeting with her glass. She glanced over and caught me looking. I nodded my head and lifted my glass in a toast.

“Howdy ma’am.”

She was probably waiting for someone so I didn’t push the conversation. Besides, I never was a man of many words.

 

[BamaBelle]

30 Minutes Later...

The minuted ticked by as if eternity were a four letter word. I played aimlessly with my drink, knowing that once I reached the bottom of the glass, I was headed home ... to the damn televisoin.

Just as the clock struck 9, I heard the door open. OK, I thought, this *WILL* be my co-workers. Instead, a gorgeous blue eyed doll walked in. "Oh well, hes somebody Turning my head back to my drink, soembeody else's husband or boyfriend," I moaned as I slid another piece of chipped ice into my mouth.

To my surprise, he was headed straight for the bar where I was sitting. I could smell his cologne, not the cheap dimestore fragrance. Probably a expensive bottle from his wife or girlfriend for his birthday. He was intoxicatingly handsome. I glanced at his features-. Noticing his bright blue eyes that had a message all to themselves, I smiled back at the rugged stranger.
Straightening up on my stool, as he lifted his drink. “Howdy ma’am.” was his only comment.

His presence made me feel secure, for some odd reason, I didnt know why.

Leaning over, "Hi I am Belle. Is Randy a friend of yours?" I asked as I leaned over and extended my hand. I was hoping to maybe start a conversation with the gorgeous gentle soul sitting so close. (I knew Randy from the Bank where I was a loan officer, and this seemed a common interest without crossing that line of being too friendly).
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[Eroticus]

Brad

“Hey Belle. I’m Brad. R-Randy and I go way back. Went t-to school together.”

We made small talk about how we knew Randy and that led to where we grew up, went to school, other people we knew in common. We finally got around to the taboo subject of attachment. I wasn’t ready to talk about my marriage so all I said was divorced and unattached, which is about all she said, although I detected a resentment lurking beneath the surface.

Belle was easy to talk to. I moved over next to her, then suggested we sit at a table and ordered another drink. Her friends never did show, and I was glad because I was really enjoying her company. At the table we covered current events, sports teams, hobbies, local politics, theology, philosophy and almost any other subject under the sun. She was very well read and had definite opinions on issues that mattered.

Finally there was that pregnant silence. We had both finished our second drink. It was either order another, part company or find some alternative. The first two didn’t appeal to me. I suggested a third hoping she wouldn’t look at her watch and run out.

“Ever b-been over to ‘The Dark Side Café’? It’s a c-coffee shop and book store across town. One of my favorite p-places to chill. I’d be honored if you w-would accompany me, Belle.”

 

[BamaBelle]

Belle

My heart stopped as I glanced at the bottom of my drink. It was empty.
“Ever b-been over to ‘The Dark Side Café’? It’s a c-coffee shop and book store across town. One of my favorite p-places to chill. I’d be honored if you w-would accompany me, Belle.” I heard him say.

Smiling, I replied, "I would love to. I havent been there in years."

My hand brushed against his arm. Electricity shot thru my body as my nipples hardened at the sizzle. Hoping he didn't notice, I blushed. I wanted this man, and I wanted him badly.

"I'm ready when ever you are."

 

[Eroticus]

Brad

I could feel the electric tension between us on the drive over. We entered and went back into a dark room where a long haired young man played soft guitar music. Around the walls were low tables with cushions to sit on. We found an isolated corner table. The only light was from a small candle in a red vase.

Belle snuggled up next to me as we slipped in behind the coffee table. I put my arm around her. I could feel a stirring in my loins as I pulled her close. She looked up at me with her big eyes. I smiled. Her hand brused across my chest.

Words weren't necessary. We both enjoyed the intimacy in the privacy of our dark corner. I let my hand slide down and my fingers curl around her waist. She shifted until her breasts pressed into my body. I felt her wet lips press against my neck.

We sat there kissing and touching intimately, but inhibited from going too far by the public setting. Her hand rested on my thigh near my cock which had grown to full hardness. Our lips met and tongues mingled. My hand slid up from her waist and cupped the underside of her breast. I felt her hand slide further up my thigh.

 

[BamaBelle]

Belle

OC: Due to an emergency illness, extensive treatment and recovery, I am happy to announce that my computer is back from the dead. I apologize for any inconvenience, and hopefully we can continue this thread without futher delays.

IC: The short drive to the cafe was electric and fun. The conversation never dulled and my fury at my co-workers had all but dissolved.

I was by no means drunk, not even tipsy, but definitely little less stressed than normal. Following in behind the waiter and Brad to our table, I was relieved to see that we were almost in our own little secluded world. The low tables and cushions would allow for more intimacy than a normal booth, without drawing attention to our selves. The candle emitted an almost beatnik glow, allowing the guitar playing to create a smooth ambiance.

As we slid into the booth, his arm slid around me. I could not keep my eyes off of Brad. I could feel the chemistry. He made me think of things that "good girls" shouldnt think and "bad girls" sometimes forget. Turning against him, I had to maneuver my self in the dress just so that I could sit as close as possible to him. I slid my lips to his neck and gently nibbled. My hand on his chest. Feeling his heart beat in tune with the guitar.

I could not wait for him to kiss me. I wanted to jump ahead and kiss him first. Not wanting to insult him, I waited. But not for long. Our lips touched, almost butterfly kisses. Then more ardently. His mouth opened, slowly, taking my lower lip between his lips. Gently pulling. Then the upper lip. Then his tongue slipping into my mouth, teasing, inviting. My MY MY how this man could kiss. I hate to use the cliche but...I could not get enough of Brad's kisses and caresses.

During the many intimate moments, I felt his hand cupping the underside of my breast. As bad as I wanted to slide my fingers across his cock, I could only begin with it resting on his thigh. As the night grew on, and the kisses more frequent, my hand slowly began to inch up his leg.

 

[Eroticus]

Brad

We kissed with open mouths and tongues flying. Our hands explored each other, getting more and more intimate as our passions continued to build. My hand slipped over her full breast and massaged her soft melons. Her hand slipped up over my hardness, rubbing up and down over its length.

The waitress cleared her throat and pretended not to notice our manipulations. We ordered two coffees. When she left we picked up where we left off. Belle swung her leg over mine and humped my thigh as she continued rubbing my hard cock. I squeezed her tits with one hand and slid my other over her rounded ass cheeks.

We heard the waitress clear her throat again. She gave us our coffee. I paid, leaving a handsome tip, and told her that we would be needing anything else. She giggled and told us to have fun.

After a brief sip of coffee we were back to kissing and groping. Belle pulled my zipper down and wrapped her fingers around the naked flesh of my cock. My hand pushed down the front of her dress and found her naked tits and swollen nipples. I couldn't believe we were kissing and groping so shamelessly in a public place. We were fairly isolated in a dark corner and somewhat hidden by the table, but anyone daring to look would have no doubt we weren't playing dominos.

 

[BamaBelle]

Belle

One quick tug at his collar, and his mouth was mine. Kissing and petting like two teenagers, we showed no shame at the wild abandon that led our hands and mouths to each other's delights.

The waitress was considerate in getting our attention, thru the splays of affection, and took our order for two more coffees.

Like the cafe, like the man, my hunger was simple and without pretense. Brad's hands were closed over my breasts, the warm, full weight of them. And when I shifted one leg over his and straddled his lap, his hand moved around and cupped my bottom. His leg served as a balance of the feel of his cock against my thigh and my pussy against the muscles of his leg. His fingers on my breasts were driving me crazy. He definitely knew how to get to the root of the matter. My nipples were extended, hard, and ready for some direct contact with his lips or his hands. His hands were big. One holding my tit and the other squeezing my ass, pushing and driving me crazy and mad with desire. My blood was on fire, I couldnt get thru one kiss without thinking of the next.

Delivering our coffees, with a bonus giggle or two, our waitress walked away happy with the generous tip that Brad had given her. Good looks AND a good heart...what a sexy combination.

Stopping only long enough to quench the dryness from the exhaustive breathing, my lips were once again back on his, thick and red from the intense attack.

His hands were on my dress, rushing and never fumbling, pulling it down to free my breasts. I had to touch him. I had to feel the strength of him in my hands. I had to touch the power that drove him crazy as I rubbed up against him. Reaching down and unzipping his pants, I took out his cock and began to stroke the massive rod. Brad's lips on my nipples, biting the tips, sucking the round distended nubs, licking in circles then up and down, driving me further and further to that point of no return.

 

[Eroticus]

Brad

I barely noticed the soft guitar music as our passions continued to flare. It had been a long time since I had been with a woman and Belle was pushing all the right buttons. Somehow the front of Belle’s dress had been pushed down and her tits had popped free of her bra. She pulled my head to her breasts. My mouth eagerly sucked the swollen nipple between my lips.

Belle’s hand continued to stroke my swollen cock with her fingers wrapped tightly around my girth. She was grinding her pussy hard against my thigh. I pulled her over on top of me as I fell back onto the cushions. The table partially hid us from anyone who might be able to see us across the dark room, but it didn’t hide what we were doing.

I wedged a hand between her legs and under the hem of her dress. I slid my hand up her thighs until it rested on the moist crotch of her panties. I dug my fingers against her pussy, rubbing up and down her swollen mound and juicy gash through the thin material of her panties.

She spread her legs apart to give me better access, and gyrated her pussy hard against my fingers. I pushed the crotch of her panties to the side and slipped two fingers into her overheated chamber. I pumped them in and out of her steamy box and rubbed her swollen clit with my thumb. I eagerly continued to suck her tits and hard nipples while I fingered her. Belle still had her fingers wrapped around my cock stroking it hard and fast.

 

[BamaBelle]

Belle

Oh God. This was the most exciting man I had ever been around in my life. He attacked me with such rugged heat. His fingers buried deep inside of me. Stroking, petting, pushing me further and further to release.

Hoping that I didnt sound like a prude, searching his eyes, I bit my lip...
"Brad," I whispered, "I want you. But, not here, not like this."

 

[Eroticus]

Brad

My mind was spinning. I was totally out of control. Then I heard her words in my ear.

"Brad, I want you. But, not here, not like this."

Suddenly I realized where we were, what was happening. I slowly sat up, embarrassed that I had let thing progress so far.

“B… B…. Belle… I… I’m sorry. M… Maybe I should just t… take you h… home.”

My stuttering became worse. I could believe I had let things get so out of hand. I was not like this. God, what did she think of me. I was going to lose the one person that had touched me in a long time.

“W… would you g… go out with m… me sometime? I can b… be nice. I’m n… not like this. I’m s… sorry, Belle.”

 

[BamaBelle]

Belle

Staring at me, like a deer caught in the headlights, Brad was confused and dazed.

“B… B…. Belle… I… I’m sorry. M… Maybe I should just t… take you h… home.”

I couldnt believe here he was, apologizing to me. For being human, and responsive. No one had ever apologized to me for showing their emotions like Brad was doing. Not even Eric. Why did his name HAVE to come up now???

“W… would you g… go out with m… me sometime? I can b… be nice. I’m n… not like this. I’m s… sorry, Belle.”

Looking back at Brad, his hair disheveled and his lips thick from the kissing, I could only smile. Taking the nerve to touch his lips with my napkin, wiping my lipstick off, I replied, "Brad, this night has been one of the nicest nights I have had in a LONG time. Don't you dare apologize for anything that has happened. We are both adults. I would love to go out with you."

Searching his eyes for understanding, "Why don't you take me home. It is getting late."

I will worry about my car in the morning...if all else fails, I can call my sister Peyton to come help me get it.

 

[Eroticus]

Brad

We left and got in my car. She directed me on how to get to her place just on the outskirts of town. I pulled up to the curb, got out of the car, opened her door and helped her out. We stood facing each other, my hands holding hers, and looked into each other’s eyes. They sparkled in the moonlight and were quietly asking me to kiss her.

I wasn’t sure what to do after my attack on her in the coffee house. I wanted to kiss her badly, but I didn’t want her to think that was all I thought of her… a sex object. Then I remembered that her car was still back at the bar. How would she get it?

“B… Belle, your car is still in t… town. Maybe we sh… should go back.”

She put her finger on my lips and told me not to worry about it. She would get it tomorrow. She put her arms around my neck and moved her face closer to mine. Our lips met and our mouths opened as our tongues gently probed at each other. My arms went around her and pulled her close.

I could feel her soft breast press into my chest. I pressed my thigh between her legs and pulled her closer. Our kiss became more passionate. My hands were moving up and down her back and hers were caressing the back of my neck. I could feel my hardness growing and was sure she could feel it too. I finally wrestled myself away from our embrace.

“I should g… go now. Before… you know. I sh… should go, B… Belle.”

 

[BamaBelle]

Belle

Standing outside on the curb in front of my house in the moonlight, kissing Brad goodnight, I could more than sense the fire growing between us. I felt it.

“I should g… go now. Before… you know. I sh… should go, B… Belle.”

I didnt want him to go home. I wanted him to stay the night. But, if I invited him in, what would he think of me? There were plenty of women in our town that had a repuation for picking up guys at bars. Being a one night stand with Brad was the LAST of my desires. I wanted his passion, but more than that, I wanted his respect.

Looking up into his soft, gentle eyes, I asked "Brad, would you like to come in for a night cap?"

Smiling, I added, " I have an incredible collection of gourmet hot chocolates."

 

[Eroticus]

Brad

I didn't want to leave, but I also didn't want to appear too aggressive after getting carried away in the coffee house.I was trying to figure out if she was just being polite of she really wanted me to come inside. I decided to take a chance and take her up on the offer.

"W... well, if you really don't m... mind. I do enjoy your company."

I sat on the couch while she went into the kitchen. Her place was small but very nicely decorated... a nice female touch missing in my house. Belle came out with two steaming cups of hot chocolate, then sat down next to me on the couch.

We talked a little more about each other and shared life's ups and downs, our interests and our beliefs. I really liked this woman. She was so warm and easy to talk to that I found my stuttering becoming much less visible.

Once again we came to that moment of silence between us. I was desperately searching for something to say to fill the void. I looked over at her Her eyes sparkled as they looked up at me. I put my hand on her cheek.

"May I kiss you Belle?"

She answered by pulling my lips to hers and opening her mouth drawing my tongue against hers in a hot, wet passionate kiss. My arms went around her and I felt her body melt into mine.

 

[BamaBelle]

Belle

The feeling of Brad's lips on mine brought out the animal in me. My nipples went hard against his body. Curling my fingers in his hair, I sighed into the kiss, tasting the passion that he pulled from within me so deeply.

Pulling back from him, I whispered, "You are a wonderful kisser."

Blood rushing thru my veins as I slid my hands to his chest, and began to unbutton his shirt. His chest seemed to swell as I kissed and undressed him. My hands ran thru his chest hair, my fingernails grazed lightly against his nipples. The hair on my neck stood on end as I brushed my lips on his neck, my breath hot in his ear.

I pushed Brad gently against the sofa and whispered, "Stay right here, Honey."

I tuned the CD player to "You Can Leave Your Hat On" by Joe Cocker. I dimmed the lights low and began to strip slowly for Brad. I have never been ashamed of my body, but modesty had no hold on me as I slowly reached back and unzipped my dress.

With the dress held to me, I turned my back to Brad and let the dress slide to the floor.

I smiled as I turned and noticed that Brad was glued to the sofa. He had the inevitable hard on and it was very noticeable in his jeans. He ran his fingers over his face and then through his hair as if I were torturing him and he was not able to move.

I lowered the cups of the black and red teddy that I wore, and placed my fingers over my nipples. Shamelessly teased him as I walked over and stood in front of him. My leg lifted, I placed my foot slightly between him and the sofa and wiggled my toes and nudged his cock.

My hands grabbed his and placed them on my thigh and we slid the thigh highs down to my ankle. I pulled my foot out as Brad held onto the stocking. His face just inches from mine as I slid the stocking from his hand and draped it around his neck.

I had never stripped for any one in my entire life. I was enticing him and I loved every moment of it. I licked my lips and proceeded to slide the other stocking off in the same manner. When both thigh highs were off, I reached down, grabbed Brad's hand and placed it right at the snap-closure. Together we opened the avenue for pleasure.

I then slid my body into his lap, straddled him and wrapped my arms around his neck. The skin to skin touch of our bodies sent chills up my back. I ran my fingertips over his lips as I nibbled and gently sucked on them. With my body arched back I pulled and teased my nipples, my eyes never leaving his. Brad's breathing quickened as I bent my head and began to suck the hard stony points. My hands became his hands when I caressed my own tits and played as if a kid in a candy store.

 

[Eroticus]

Brad

No woman had ever made me feel the things I was feeling with Belle. Her slow strip tease was more erotic than anything I had ever seen at a strip club. I could feel my body responding in its natural way. My manhood practically ripped through the front of my jeans. She smelled like a woman… fresh with a hint of sex emanating from her body. My stuttering returned, this time worse than normal

“Y… You are so b… beautiful. Like a g… g… goddess.”

She straddled my lap and rubbed her naked breasts against me. She started playing with her nipples and licking them. She rubbed her sex against my hardness. It was all I could do to keep from creaming my pants. I had to get my cock free and fast.

“P… Please, B… B… Belle, I need to undo my p…pants.”

 

[BamaBelle]

Belle

“P… Please, B… B… Belle, I need to undo my p…pants.” He must have been reading my mind, because the very same thought kept flooding my senses as I could feel the hardness of him pressing up into me as I rode his lap. I knew he was as nervous as I was, because the stuttering that ever so gently disappeared, had returned and was dealing him fits.

I bit into his lip playfully, smiling, I slid my feet to the floor. The sofa creaked as I leaned forward and kissed him softly. My hands against the back of the sofa, I whispered into his ear, "And... sweetie...YOU are the beautiful one. You are just a living doll, I can NOT get enough of you."

I got to my feet, and Brad raised from the sofa and stood before me. I was frozen as I watched him unfasten his jeans. His jeans dropped to the floor. It had been a long time since I had a man undressing in my house. I knelt down and held on to his shoes as he stepped out of jeans, socks, and shoes.

I didnt do a very good job of helping, because Brad lost his balance and landed on his butt on the floor.

Looking over at me, Brad blushed.

"Oh honey, are you OK?

He smiled and pulled me to him, kissing me so softly and gently. My hands pushed his shirt off his shoulders as he reached for the teddy and pullled it up over my head. Arms entangled, our lips found their way back to each other. His tongue sliding between my lips, softly. Then firmer. The passion, the desire, the need and want so clear in his touch.

Our lips parted for just a moment.

"You seem very OK to me."

I giggled as I teased him more. Smiling, I stood up and stretched my hand out to him.

"Let's get more comfortable."

 

[Eroticus]

Brad

I felt a little self conscious standing naked with her in the front room with my hardness poking out from my body. Belle was beautiful. I admired her body with all of its sensuous curves and crevices. She put out her hand and led be back to her bedroom.

I knew what was going to happen. Soon I was going to be inside this beautiful woman’s body making love to her. I had been a long time for me. I wanted it to be slow and gentle. We walked over next to the large bed covered in soft and colorful quilts.

I turned her towards me. I slipped my hands around her waist and pulled her close. For the first time I felt the warm naked flesh of her body press into me. Her breasts rubbed gently against my chest. I could feel the swell of her hard nipples poking against my flesh. My hardness was pressed against the gentle swell of her lower stomach. The curly hair covering her sex pressed against my thigh as she slipped her leg between mine.

My hands massaged her back before sliding down along her curvature and over the swell of her creamy cheeks. My fingertips traced along the valley between them. My hands cupped the two rounded spheres and pulled her close. Our eyes were locked together trying to see the passion inside our bodies. I moved my face closer to hers. Our lips brushed. The kiss was electric. Our tongues mingled.

I could feel a powerful tingling in my gut. I knew the moment was special for both of us.

 

[BamaBelle]

Belle

Passion rippled across my body when I felt Brad's hands pull me close to him. Our bodies fit together so well, matching curves for curves. His strong arms holding me as his lips so softly caressed mine. The hot chocoloate long gone, but the sweetness on his lips still lingered. I slid my hands up around his neck and held on as I opened my mouth and waited for his tongue to seduce mine. The soft tenderness that behld me was addicting. The kiss was more than just a step towards the bed, it was a danse, a melody that we both knew the tune to.

Brad's breathing quickened as I pulled from the kiss and slid my lips to his chest. Nipping at his chest, my fingers and lips alternating from one manly nipple to the other. Feeling his hands in my hair, holding me close to him, my enjoyment of his body deepened. All that was aware to me was the syncopation of our hearts and breathing.

Our eyes locked in a gaze, I slid to my knees on the floor by the bed. I enhaled and began to kiss his legs. Tasting his skin, as my fingernails trailed over his thighs.

Smiling, I wrapped my fingers around his cock and brushed the tip across my cheeks. His skin so very warm and hard. My mouth opened and I fed his cock to my hungry mouth. The juices that he pulled from my tongue and throat coated his cock and made it easy for me to begin sliding him easily in and out.

It had been a long time since I had orally pleased a man. I was nervous that I wouldnt remember, but my fears eased away when I looked deep into Brad's eyes and saw the looks of pleasure and acceptance.

My efforts increased in rhythm and speed. I wanted to taste my lover's nectar. Searching for the tender spot right behind his sac, I caressed until I heard him moan in delight. With his cock completely down my throat, my left hand cradling his balls and my right hand caressing his sweet spot, I sucked and licked him for all the passion I could muster.


This was just the beginning...

 

[Eroticus]

Brad

OOC: I just love being syncopated! Great word.

I had never been incited to such passion from a kiss. My head was dizzy with lust for this woman I barely knew. Her lips trailed down my body and teased my nipples, something no one had ever done to me. Sensations of pleasure jolted my body. I ran my fingers through her silky hair as I sucked in my breath.

She went lower. The warm wetness of her mouth enveloped the crown of my manhood. A moan escaped from my throat. It had been entirely too long since I had been with a woman, and I had never been with one whose passion and desire to pleasure me was so genuine.

Her mouth continued to travel down my shaft as she explored every ridge and vein with her lips and tongue. She was looking up at me with a gleam in her eyes. She kept her eyes locked on mine as my cock pushed into her throat. I could feel it pulsating. Every nerve ending was tingling with excruciating pleasure. I wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Oooohhh… Oh god… Oh Belle… aaaaahhhhh…”

I put my hands on the back of Belle’s head when she started fucking me with her mouth. Her face bounced up and down my shaft. I could head loud sucking and slurping sounds form her mouth as it continued to work miracles on my cock. Her tongue teased the tip every time she pulled up. She would stretch her tongue along the underside of my shaft as she drove me deep into her throat. My balls, coated with her saliva, slapped wetly against her chin.

When her fingers pressed against my scrotum, the cum churning in my balls couldn’t be contained any longer. I should have warned her but I couldn’t catch my breath. My cock swelled between her lips as cum surged through my length. I cried out and grabbed her hair tightly in my fingers. A steady flow of hot cream gushed from the head of my cock and filled her mouth. This was followed by a second, third and fourth blast of cum. Several secondary spurts shot from my cock until at last I was drained. My knees were wobbly and I felt weak all over.

I sat down on the edge of the bed to catch my breath. Once I was coherent again I spoke to her… and there was no stutter.

“Now let me pleasure you with my mouth, Belle.”

 

[BamaBelle]

Belle

OOC: LOL...I like the word too.

Brad's fingers entangled tightly in my hair as I felt him thrust against my throat. Stream after stream of his cum flooded my throat. Warm and silky, it glided down.

“Oooohhh… Oh god… Oh Belle… aaaaahhhhh…”

That was all I needed to hear as I held on and drew more cum out of him. Milking his wonderful cock, pleasing him like there was no tomorrow.

My fingers reached out to him and stroked his face as he sat down on the edge of the bed. His eyes were ablaze with desire.

I knelt between his legs and caressed his face, tracing the small laugh lines around his eyes, I bent forward and kissed his lips.

I couldnt speak the words that Brad made me feel. He had called me beautiful, a goddess. The words sent tingles all over my body. I had never been called those words in my life. Attractive or pretty, maybe, but never beautiful. Just a few hours ago, I didnt even know this man, and now he was making me feel things inside and out that I had only read or thought were for other women.

“Now let me pleasure you with my mouth, Belle.” Oral sex was something I had learned a long time ago to do for a man to keep him happy. Here this sweet, sexy and magnificent man was offering the same in return. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and kissed him so softly again, hoping that he knew I wanted him more than just the animal passion that others would have felt had they been in my place.