The New Teacher (closed for now)

[mytasteislikecandy]

OOC:

Eva 25

5'0, 115 lbs, long dark hair, dark brown eyes. Tiny woman with 32 B breasts, a miniscule waist, but a nice ass and rather full hips for her size. She's the new 2nd grade teacher at the local elementary school. It's the first day of her first teaching assignment ever and she's praying that she'll get it right.

IC:

Glancing around the classroom for what seems to be the 100th time, I spy something else that needs to be rearranged and head over to take care of it. I was so nervous about this job that I could feel my knees shaking as I crossed the room to the bookshelves lining the back wall. I'd had a hard time in college and now that I was finally what I'd always wanted to be, I was having difficulty believing it. Finishing straightening the books, I straighten up and look around MY classroom again, the budding anticipation making me quiver. I couldn't wait for the first students to arrive so that I could begin paving their way into the world.

I was seated behind my desk when I heard a loud crash come from the hallway. Frowning, I started to rise from my chair when a small tornado sped into my classroom, whooping and yelling as he pushed over chairs and tossed his back pack across the length of the room. I stood behind the relative safety of my desk and just stared as the little terror destroyed my carefully organized bookshelves and desk arrangement. God, how I hoped this one wasn't actually supposed to be one of mine.

"Daniel Jacobson!" I heard a masculine voice calling from down the hall, and I turned toward my open door to see what would be next to happen.


OOC:

Closed for Scuttle Buttin and myself....feel free to read and enjoy.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

OOC

David Goldsmith, 29, black, 6'2", 186 lbs., lean but muscular. Married, to another black woman. 4th Grad Teacher for 5 years, all of them at his current school.

IC

The first day of school, and he didn't feel like chasing kids. But, kids running down the halls was not a good thing and one he would not tolerate. When he saw Daniel dart into a classroom, he gritted his teeth together and stormed down the hall. He rounded the corner to enter the classroom, and stopped short, his eyes widening just a bit as they leveled on a highly attractive woman (a white woman on top of that.. odd, since he was hardly ever attracted to white women), and he paused a bit awkwardly in the doorway, his eyes shifting from her to Daniel, and back. Finally, he spoke up, his voice losing it's edge.

"I... I'm sorry to inturrept."

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Eva:

When the tall black man skidded to a stop in my doorway, I was stunned. He was amazing! Tall, dark, and handsome had just checked in! I heard him apologize, and I quickly stepped around my desk to talk to him. Smoothing my skirt down over my thighs, I approached him, smiling slightly.

"No interruption. I was wondering who this lil man was actually. I'm new here. Eva Mason." I said, extending my hand for him to shake. His grip was firm but somehow gentle at the same time.

"David Goldsmith, fourth grade teacher. Nice to meet you." he replied, letting go of my hand. For some reason, I sighed a little when his skin was no longer in contact with mine. What was wrong with me? I'd just met this man, not to mention the fact that I had noticed the thick platinum wedding band gracing his left ring finger.

I turned to face the little terror that had invaded my room. Daniel was sitting on my desk, kicking his heels against the side, and grinning at us, his smile revealing two missing top teeth.

"Hi Daniel," I said, moving toward him. "Are you in my class this year?"

He grinned and started to jump off the desk, but David had stepped around me and captured him before he made it completely down.

"Now, Daniel, I know you're going to be good for Ms. Mason right? If not, she has my permission to come and get me at anytime to take care of you for her. Do you understand?" David said, holding the little boy up at eye level. Finally, the little boy nodded and David set him down on the ground. "Now, why don't you start helping out by cleaning up some of this mess you've made."

Daniel immediately jumped to the task and I smiled in relief at David. "Thank you so much. I didn't know what to do. This is my first year teaching, and I'm so nervous. Can I really come to you if I need help?" I asked, twisting a strand of my dark hair around my finger. It was a bad habit, but when I was nervous, I couldn't stop myself. It definitely made me look younger than my 25 years.

"Yes, you can definitely come to me for help with Daniel. I'll tell you his whole story one day when we have time." David whispered, before turning to leave.

"Thanks again, Mr. Goldsmith. I'm sure I'll be seeing you soon."

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

The reaction he recieved when he shook her hand was not something he expected, in any way. It was almost as if her touch was electric and his eyes nearly widened a bit when he held her hand in his own, but he did his best to keep his reaction from being a physical one. Hopefully she simply wouldn't notice.

He did, however, take to opportunity afforded to him when she turned to talk to Daniel, and let his eyes wander for a very short second. It was almost stunning how easily he could imagine this woman wearing none of her clothes, see what his black skin would look like pressed against her white skin... imagine the way it would feel to be inside her.

He blinked, almost as if snapping out of a trance (and maybe he really was...this was, after all, the first time he could remember ever thinking about himself with another woman since he'd been married), and he moved around, telling Daniel that he would take care of him if he didn't behave.

He almost hoped the kid acted up.

He noticed her twirling her hair around her finger as she asked him if she could really ask for his help and he couldn't help but to smile at her as he told her she could. In his head, again, he thought and I hope you do.... But it did make him wonder if she was nervous? Perhaps he was just imagining some mutual attraction between them, nothing more.

He nodded, then, as she said she'd be seeing him again soon, and actually replied, "I hope so..." before he could stop himself. Pausing in the doorway, he was completely unsure what to say now, and so he just smiled at her shook his head slightly.

"I mean... just...well, I'm sure I'll be seeing you around." It was then that he remembered two things:

First, his wife was working tonight, so he was on his own for dinner.

Secondly, that school ended early the first few days of school, to give teachers more time to set up lesson plans and classrooms, etc.

Focusing his eyes on her again, he took a short step back into the room.

"If you'd like to, we could meet to talk about Daniel's situation. Maybe dinner tonight?"

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Eva:

I bit my lower lip as I pondered his suggestion. My eyes lowered quickly to his wedding band and then back up to his dark brown eyes. I could feel myself nodding even as I was thinking "No." It was only going to be a business meeting, I told myself, even as I pictured his lips against my skin. Damn! What was wrong with me? I'd just met this man, who happened to be not only a coworker, but married. Two types of men that I didn't let myself get involved with. But for some reason, my body was overruling my mind on this one. Not only was he attractive, but he apparently was intelligent too, and he had to like kids to be a teacher. We probably had a lot in common just because of our line of work. I'd better be careful with this one.

"Sure, Mr. Goldsmith, that'd be fine. I'm rather new in town, and knowing a bit more about Daniel here would probably be very helpful in the future." I responded, making sure to re establish the reason for our dinner meeting.

"That's fine, Ms. Mason. Meet you at the Blue Palm say around 5?" he asked, one hand on the doorjamb as he prepared to leave.

"Sounds like a plan." I said, smiling and waving goodbye as he nodded and then left. Still grinning to myself, I turned and began to help Daniel rearrange the room again.

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It was 10 after 5 and I had just walked into the Blue Palm restaurant. I hadn't known how to dress for a semi-date with a married man, so I'd chosen a simple black dress that hugged my curves without being excessively slutty. No stockings and a pair of slingback pumps. My hair was twisted up and my make up was a bit darker than what I usually wore. I asked the hostess if Mr. Goldsmith had been seated yet, and she replied that he hadn't. So, I stood by the entryway to the dining room and waited. When I felt the breeze from the door being opened, I turned slightly and saw David standing there, looking better than I remembered. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at him, waiting for him to notice me.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

As he walked back to his classroom, he couldn't stop his mind from wandering. His marriage had been having some problems, and so it'd been a little bit since there was any sex between he and his wife. So, it was not much of a surprise that he was wondering what she'd taste like as she came, or how her moan would sound when he filled her. It was only when he felt a stirring in his khaki's that he forced his mind away from her. Perhaps tonight he'd think about it a little more, though...


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He was running a little late, and could only hope she was running a little later. Walking quickly inside, he opened the door and then paused in the doorway when he saw her. The thought that she had beat him there only lasted for a short second, until he saw how she was dressed. Her "teacher clothes" didn't do her the proper justice, and for what seemed like a long few seconds, he simply stood in the doorway and looked at her, caught a bit off guard. He was surprised at how well she was able to hide her curves while at school. It was going to be hard to keep his mind on dinner, and on Daniel. The last thing he wanted to think about was a kid.

Smoothing his hands over the front of his dark polo shirt, he smiled as he finally made eye contact with her and smiled, making his way to where she waited. He was dressed fairly simply in dark slacks and a dark polo, with a white t-shirt underneath.

"Sorry I'm late.. I hope you haven't been waiting long?"

The man behind the small podum cleared his throat then, and David looked up at him. Grinning slightly, he leaned close to Eva.

"I think they want to seat us now." He looked back to the man, then. "Reservations for Mr. Goldsmith."

After a quick glance through his reservations book, the man nodded and grabbed two menu's. "This way, please."

Slipping his hand lightly to the small of Eva's back, he let her walk in front of him, and took the short moment to glance down to her ass. It didn't help the track his mind was on, at all.

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Eva:

As he made his way over to me, I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. His physique was amazing, not to mention his pretty face. When he reached me, he said, "Sorry I'm late...You haven't been waiting long?"

Before I could respond, the maitre'd cleared his throat and then proceeded to lead us to our table. But I didn't even notice the decor of the restaurant. David had placed one of his hands on the small of my back and was helping guide me around tables. The pressure and heat of his flesh even through the thin material of my dress was causing my body to react in ways that I didn't even know it could. All I could think about was having his dark skin against my lighter flesh. I shook my head slightly to clear the thought from my mind, and then sat down as David pulled my chair out for me.

Once he was seated and we'd ordered a bottle of wine, he propped his elbows on the table and smiled across the table at me. "So, Ms. Mason, how do you like our little town so far?" he asked, his eyes never leaving mine.

I fidgeted a little under his strong gaze, and nervously began twisting a loose tendril of my hair around my finger again. "It's nice so far, Mr. Goldsmith...and by the way, feel free to call me Eva."

Our wine arrived just then, and the waiter poured David a small drink and allowed him to test it. He smiled and nodded at the man to let him know it was satisfactory. He then proceeded to order for us both, starting with a small appetizer and salads, and then choosing two different entrees'.

I smiled to myself, thinking that before I would never have let a man order anything for me, much less my whole meal. But with him, it just seemed natural. I sipped my wine and watched him as he graciously thanked the server and then turned back to me.

"Now, about Daniel." he said, all traces of a smile gone from his handsome face.

I lost my smile too, but not because of the thought of Daniel. More because it seemed that we really were here for business, and not for the attraction I had thought was mutual. I sighed softly and then straightened in my chair and focused my attention fully on him.

"Yes, about Daniel."

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He noticed the way her smile disappeared when he mentioned Daniel, and made a mental note of it. It wasn't possible that she was having any of the same kinds of thoughts he was, was it? Surely not. His was probably just his undersexed mind working overtime, and using her for fantasy material. Nevermind the fact that she was a white girl, and not only had he never been with a white girl, but he'd never really been that attracted to them. It was all catching him a bit off guard. He was just afraid that it would be all too obvious to her, and there was no telling what happened past that.

Anyway, David, you have to focus now.

"Yeah.. I'm sure they probably didn't tell you about Daniel, but he's been diagnosed as ADD. His parents are really bad with keeping him on his medication, so sometimes he just goes crazy.. as you've seen."

He paused, taking a drink of his wine, and hoped the alcohol would begin to relax him some. He knew he was tense, both from the sexual tension he felt, whether real or imagined, and from trying to keep himself in check.

"Usually he's okay, but you have to give him a lot of one-on-one attention. It can be really time consuiming, but if you have the time, he shouldn't be too bad for you. He'll act up occasionally, but once he knows you're not scared to get on him, it should help things out."

He took another drink of his wine, feeling the warmth of the alcohol in his belly and his muscles relaxing a bit. He hadn't eaten for a while, so it seemed the alcohol was effecting him quicker than he expected. He was really going to have to be careful.

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Eva:

"I kind of figured it was something like that. After you left today, he was a perfect angel. I just hope he keeps it up. I wish the administration had thought to tell me about this though. It was never once mentioned during my interview or when they told me what class I was to have. That was kind of unprofessional, in my opinion." I responded, trying to sound business-like, and not like the nervous woman I really was.

I'd been with a black man before, but he was nowhere near as sexy as David. Dammit, why did he have to be married? And a fellow employee to top it off.

I lifted my wine and sipped it slowly, trying to focus my mind on something other than his lips as they moved. Our appetizers and salads arrived, and that gave me something to do with my hands while he talked. I tried to keep my attention focused on my food and not on him while I listened to his smooth voice tell me more about Daniel and some of the other kids in the class.

Finally, dinner was over, and we were lingering over tiramisu. More wine accompanied dessert, and I could feel myself growing a bit lightheaded the more we talked and drank. I didn't want the evening to come to an end...but I knew he had to get home to his wife. I sighed, and nervously adjusted my dress and played with my earrings as the waiter left the bill.

I reached into my purse to pull out my wallet, but he stopped me. "I'll get this, Eva. Please, it's been a pleasure talking to you. Consider it a welcome to the city type of thing." I smiled and just nodded. What a sweet and sexy man. Damn.

I was about to stand up and say my goodbyes when I heard David's cell phone begin chirping in his jacket. He motioned for me to wait, and answered the call.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He set his debit card on top of the bill for the waiter to take, and his cell phone began to ring. Frowning, he held a hand up to Eva, silently telling her to hold on a moment, and dug the cell phone out of his jacket. Answering it, he heard his wife's voice on the other end, and glanced nerviously at Eva. His wife calling was a snap back to reality that wasn't entirely welcome right now. Although, perhaps it was a good thing since they would be heading their seperate ways soon.

"Hey Daniel, I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to have to work overnight tonight. I thought I'd be able to get out, but it looks like they're going to need me."

"Oh?" he replied, his brows arching. This was an interesting turn of events.

"Yeah... I'm sorry, honey. I think there's some lasagna in the fridge, if you're hungry."

"Okay.. it's okay, don't worry about it. I understand."

"Thanks honey.. I'll make it up to you. I promise. But, I have to go now. I'll see you in the morning!"

And then the line was dead.

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Eva:

I could hear the conversation even from across the table. His wife's voice sure did carry. When I heard her say that she was going to be gone overnight, my imagination ran wild. I wanted desperately to be alone with him for a little longer. His personality matched his looks, and I was lonely in this new strange city. I could sense him watching me, and I knew that if I was going to do this, that now was the time.

"David, I couldn't help but overhear that conversation. It's still rather early, and I've been bored to tears in this town since I got here. I don't make friends easily, and I'm really enjoying your company. If you don't have anything to do, maybe you'd like to stop by my place for a cognac or something before you head home? That is, if you want to." I rushed to get the words out before I could change my mind. When I was finished, I just looked at him, biting my lip, and waiting for his reply.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He folded up the cell phone and looked across the table to her, brows arching at her request. He felt like he'd suddenly entered a dream, and things were going exactly as he would've hoped. He was invited back to her place? He had to resist the urge to poke himself.

Before he could answer, the waiter returned with his debit card and the reciept, and David gave his signature, wishing the man would hurry up and leave. Once he was gone, David left some cash for a tip, and then focused his eyes on Eva again. Back to her house? For a drink? He was already feeling a bit tipsy from the wine... a drink would no doubt make that worse. He was barely holding his tongue... and his urges... as it was. Could he really risk going to her house, drinking more, and still being able to control himself?

He realized his eyes had drifted as his mind wandered, and when he refocused he found himself gazing at her body. Right then, he knew his answer. Blinking, he refocused on her eyes, and smiled.

"I think I would like that, actually. It wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me to take you out to dinner but not entertain you, would it?" He rose from his chair, then, and found it much harder to keep his eyes from her body as she stood from hers. Perhaps this would be harder than he thought.

"Shall we?" he asked, and his hand found it's way to the small of her back again, leading her on before him. His thumb slid lightly across the fabric of her dress, a slow caress he could only hope went unnoticed. And hopefully, it would still his urges for a short time.

Once outside, he pulled his car keys from his pocket and grinned at her.

"Are you going to be okay to drive?"

"I think so, yeah. You want to just follow me?"

"Sure.. lead the way."

Once in his car, David took a deep breath, and exhailed slowly. He still couldn't believe this was actually happening. And he still wasn't sure how he was going to be able to keep his hands from her body. Her wonderful body...

He saw her car begin to move, and pulled out behind her.

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Eva:

Once again, his large hand was on me, and I could barely breath. We left the restaurant and made our way to the parking lot. My car was parked just a few spaces from his, and we stopped between them.

"Are you going to be okay to drive?" he asked, his hand finally leaving my back.

"I think so, yeah. You want to just follow me?" I responded, fumbling with my keys.

"Sure, lead the way."

I climbed into my car and revved the engine, then slowly pulled away, checking my rearview to see if he was following. When I saw that he was, I sped up a bit and then turned right onto the main road. I only lived a few minutes away, and soon we were at my condo. I was nervous as hell, my palms sweaty and sticking to the steering wheel. I turned off the engine and the wiped my hands dry against my dress. Gathering my purse and cell phone, I opened the door and stepped onto my driveway where David was already waiting. I smiled at him and then started up the drive to my front door. He followed at a safe distance, but I could almost sense his eyes on my body as we walked in silence.

Opening the door, I stepped aside to allow him in, and then shut and locked the door behind us. "Welcome to my home. It's still a bit of a mess, I only moved in like two weeks ago, and I've been so busy getting ready for class that I haven't had much time to do anything with the place."

David just smiled and began wandering around my living room, picking up pictures here and there and gazing at them before moving on. I quickly gathered a few magazines and books and stacked them neatly on my bookshelf and then kicked off my heels. I moved around, lighting an incense and then a candle or two while he watched me. My heart was racing, and my nipples were growing stiff. Suddenly, the room seemed tiny, and I could feel his overwhelming prescence covering me.

"Would you like some cognac, or maybe a gin and tonic?" I asked, moving over to the bar in the corner.

"Cognac would be nice. You have Remy Martin?" he asked, and I nodded, pouring him a few inches into a snifter. I poured myself the same, adding a few ice cubes to mine. I carried the drink to him, and when he took it from me, our fingers brushed. We both froze, our eyes locking onto each others. I swallowed and then smiled slightly before pulling my hand away from his. We stood there in silence, gazes locked, not knowing what to say. It was then that I realized my attraction to him was definitely reciprocated. Shit. Now what did we do?

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Was it cold in here? he asked himself as he watched her move about the room, noting that her nipples had grown stiff and a bit noticeable under her dress. Either way, it did nothing to help his frame of mind, and as he drug his eyes back to the bookshelf he was standing in front of, he looked blankly at the rows of books, the only thing in his mind the image of his tongue sliding over her nipples. Tasting her skin. Making her moan. He decided then and there that he would not be able to stay for long if he planned to leave here without having her.

He turned to her when she brought his drink, and his back stiffened when their hands touched, his eyes locking onto hers. She stared back. She smiled. And she let her hand linger a moment before pulling it away. If this was not a sign, nothing was. She was attracted to him. The real question became, if he made a move would she go with it, or pull away? It was only that question, and not the ring on his finger or where they both worked, that made him hesitate. He was trying to think, but his mind was fogged with desire. A straight thought, one that didn't involve taking this woman, was all but impossible.

So, he gave her a quiet "Thank you," and took a drink. But his eyes did not leave her (even if he could not help them from glancing at her hardened nipples again), and he did not move away from her. If she made any kind of move, he would take her. Of this, he had no doubts.

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Eva:

I saw his eyes flicker over the front of my dress and I knew he could tell my nipples were hard. We both sipped our drinks, our eyes still locked on each others. I took a few deep breaths and then turned and walked over to my couch. Sitting down, I motioned for him to join me on the sofa, and he slowly made his way to where I was sitting.

When he sat beside me, there were only a few inches seperating our thighs. I noticed how tall he was. My 5'0 frame caused my feet to just graze the carpet while his legs were stretched out in front of him casually. We both drank from our glasses again, and occasionally our eyes would meet. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore. Leaning forward, I sat my glass on the table and turned to face him.

"David..." I began, my voice catching a bit in my throat. I cleared it and tried again. "David, I don't know what's going on here, but for some reason...well, I'm highly attracted to you. I know you're married and that we work together, but damn, it's been hell tonight trying to ignore this attraction. I don't know what to do....except this." With that I leaned over and pressed my lips against his lightly, gently, waiting to see what his reaction would be.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He watched her move to the sofa, his eyes intent on her, and followed after her when she motioned for him to join her. He wasn't sure what to think, so he simply followed her and waited to see what would happen. Stretching his legs out a bit, trying to force himself to relax, he drank a little more from the sniffer, felt the warmth of the alcohol spread through him a little more. It only got harder to think straight, or have a clean though, the more time passed, and the occasional meeting of their eyes did little to help.

His brows rose when he saw her sit forward and place her glass on the table, and he realized how much he felt like he was back in high school suddenly, the teenager unsure of what to do with a woman on the couch next to him. Except he knew what to do, knew how to do it well, and the only thing he was unsure of was whether he should or not. The next few moments answered that question quite clearly, however.

He listened to her, his eyes watching her face, and in his head he began to replay what she was saying, making sure he was hearing it right. She was attracted to him, not telling him to stop staring at her breasts, right? Everytime he went over the words, they came out the same. Still, he waited for her to tell him it'd never work. He was married. They worked together. Maybe she still had a boyfriend where she'd come from. Maybe she had a fuckbuddy in town already. Women that looked like her didn't go without for long. So he waited to find out which reason it would be that he could not have this woman his body craved. The wedding ring on his finger was all but forgotten.

And then she leaned over to him, and their lips met, and all questions were gone the moment he tasted her kiss. Then, he simply acted. Reaching his hand to her face, he cupped her cheek and pulled her lips more firmly against his, the kiss deepening, his tongue grazing her lips as he set his glass down blindly next to hers. With his now-free hand, he reached to her body, and as small as she was (compared to him, at least), he easily pulled her to him, and slid her body atop his, straddling his lap. He felt her curves now, pressed finally to his body, the swell of her smallish breasts and the gentle poke of her tempting nipples. Her white skin seperated by thin threads from his dark skin. Oh, how he wanted her.

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Eva:

When he pulled me onto his lap, I'd thought I'd died and gone to heaven. My mouth opened, and melded with his, our tongues swirling and teasing. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my body closer to his, my breasts rubbing against his chest. My dress was almost around my waist and his hands were on my bare thighs, rubbing slowly as we kissed and sucked and nibbled on each others lips. My hips were already moving slowly, grinding against his hardness. When I felt his erection between my thighs, I sighed, loving how I affected him. My panties were damp already, and I could feel my clit throbbing as he kept kissing and kissing and kissing me.

I felt my dress slide up even farther at the urging of his hands, and now my ass was bared, and his fingers cupped it, squeezing it gently. I moaned into his mouth and struggled to get closer to him. I needed to feel his skin against mine, so I slid my hands down and grabbed the hem of his Polo shirt. I wrestled it upward, trying to get it off without having to move away from him. Finally, I pulled my mouth from his, just so I could tug his two shirts over his head. Tossing them over the back of the couch, I pressed my lips against his again, and then ran my hands over the amazing chest I had just discovered. God, he felt so good under my hands. My nails scraped over his nipples and he gasped, then began kissing me with renewed vigor, his hands still kneading and cupping my ass.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Her body felt amazing under his hands, perhaps more amazing than he'd imagined it would be this whole night. Her ass was firm, felt wonderful under his hands as he held her tightly against him, felt her grinding against his hips and making him grow harder. He knew, as he continued to kiss her, that there was no way she could be unaware of his growing arousal. As was sometimes common (even if it had become almost urban myth-like) with many black men, he was rather well endowed, and his arousal was a hard thing to hide normally. With her body pressed so tightly to him now, however, there was simply no way to hide it. And by the heat he felt even through the fabric of his khaki's and her panties, he had little doubt that she was growing more wet by the moment. It only increased his arousal.

His eyes opened when the kiss broke so she could remove his shirt, and he reluctantly took his hands from her body, although he had the time to note the sharp, if not entirely sexy contrast between his dark hands and her pale flesh. His shirt was off quickly, though, and he drew in a sharp hiss through his teeth when her nails went across his nipples, making them nearly as hard as hers felt. His mouth was back on hers almost instantly, craving the taste of her mouth, and his hands returned to her body, slipping under her dress and pushing it up further so it bunched at his wrists. His hands eagerly found her breasts, cupping them for a moment in his palms, feeling her nipples point into his palms, and then he freed them from whatever fabric may cover them. He was quickly losing all hesitation, a combination of his desire for her body and the alcohol, and he wasted little time in pressing both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pinching perhaps a little harder than she might have expected... and rolling them both slowly.

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Eva:

When his hands found my breasts, I whimpered and then suddenly pulled away from him. At first he looked startled, and nervous that maybe I was backing out, but when he saw me grab the bottom of my dress and pull it upward, he grinned. I tugged my dress over my head and threw it over on top of his shirts. Now I was straddling him wearing only my black push up bra and matching thong. His hands found my hair, and began working the pins out of it.

"I want to see it down, Eva. Over your shoulders, on your skin." he whispered. I sighed and reached up to help him loosen my hair. I saw his eyes move down over my nearly naked body, taking in the small but firm breasts, flat stomach, and my thighs, spread widely around his. My thong was wet and clung to my pussy, defining my lips and hardened clit. I heard him moan, as one of his hands reached down to lightly stroke over the crotch of my panties. I gasped and moved my hips forward, pressing against his fingers.

"Uh uh, Eva, not yet. This isn't going to be some quick fuck, I want to tease you, please you, make you come over and over....so slow down. Let me make you feel good slowly...ok?" he asked, his mouth brushing over my ear. My hair fell down around us as I took out the last pin, and then his mouth found mine again, his hands once again on my breasts.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He watched, a bit breathless and wide-eyed, as she pulled off her dress, finally revealing almost all of her body to his eyes. It only made him want her more. As his fingers worked out the pins in her hair, he let his eyes wander her body openly, admiring her firm breasts and wonderful curves. He knew then that he simply had to feel her body. It was going to be hard to hold himself back from taking her right away, but he wanted her to beg for it. He wanted her body to need what still lay hidden beneath his pants. More than anything, he just wanted her to be desperate for him to give her the release her body needed, and to know it was him that made her feel that way. He wanted this to be a night she would not soon forget.

His hands left her hair then, and one hand slid between her spread thighs, grazing lightly against the sensitive inside of her thighs before slipping over her thong, a soft moan escaping his lips as he felt the wet heat of her pussy, her desire every bit as evident as his own. She wanted him, yes... but she didn't yet need him. Soon, though. Soon.

He stroked her slowly, teasing her clit through the fabric of her thong, wondering if he'd find her shaven or not, and then looked up to her face and grinned as he felt her body respond, her hips moving forward to increase the pressure of his teasing finger. He pulled his finger away at her movement, though, and the best she got was a better feel of his stiff cock.

"Uh uh, Eva, not yet. This isn't going to be some quick fuck, I want to tease you, please you, make you come over and over....so slow down. Let me make you feel good slowly...ok?" He grinned still, and soon his mouth was back on hers, nibbling her lips softly, and his hands had returned to her breasts, teasing her nipples again. He couldn't wait to nibble them, taste them, feel her writhe against him as he continued to tease her. Reaching behind her, he unclasped her bra and removed it, tossing it absently aside. His hands returned to her breasts, bare now, and he sighed into the kiss as his thumbs stroked back and forth across her nipples.

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Eva:

His mouth and hands were driving me insane. When my bra was off and his hands were on my bare breasts, I cried out sharply, loving the way his hands felt on my flesh. I looked down and watched as his ebony fingers caressed and kneaded my ivory skin. It was so damned sexy watching his skin against mine. I put my hands on the back of his head and pulled him in for another kiss before I slid off his lap and onto the floor between his knees.

"You've seen most of me. Now I want to see you." I murmured, my hands rubbing up along his thighs, caressing him through the fabric of his slacks. I slid my hands up higher until they were stroking his erection. He moaned and let his head fall back on the couch as I squeezed and rubbed him through his khakis. My fingers began working on his belt, struggling to get it loose. Finally, it slid free, and I went to work on his buttons and zipper. I was frantic to see him, ALL of him, and my haste was making it harder. When at last his pants were open, I tugged on the waistband and pulled them down to his ankles. Quickly I slid off his shoes and then worked his pants completely off. Now he was sitting sprawled out on my couch, in only his boxers. The fabric of his shorts strained against his thickness and I moaned as I saw how big he was. Leaning forward, I pressed my mouth to him through the boxers, allowing him to feel only the heat of my tongue, and not the actual thing.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

His hands were still on her breasts... though they were small, he still loved their size and how firm they were, and how simply delicious her pink nipples looked... and he reluctantly let her body slide from his touch as she slid from his lap. Looking down at her between his knees, he grinned at his words and lifted his hips once she'd opened his pants, helping her to pull them down to his ankles, and eventually off. He watched, his breath coming in slow, somewhat ragged draws of air, as she let her eyes take in his size, and couldn't help but to become more aroused. He loved when women admired the size of his cock, almost positive they were imagining right then how it would feel as it slid inside them. Right now, though, he was wondering how it would look as it slid between her pink lips... either those of her mouth, or her pussy.

All thoughts were dashed from his head when she lowered her mouth to him, though, and he moaned softly at the heat that washed over him, and the tantalizing feel of her lips, perhaps straining just a bit, around his head. He was going slowly crazy, wanting to feel her mouth sliding down around his shaft, feeling her sucking on him, but still she didn't yet give in. Instead, however, he felt one of her hands begin to slide up his thigh, the contrast of their skin so sharp he could catch it even out of the corner of his eye, and her hand slid up through one of the legs of his boxers. He tensed up, drawing in a quick breath as her hand cupped and began to massage his heavy balls, his head tipping back as he lost himself in the sensation.

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Eva:

I could tell I was getting to him, as my mouth pressed further down on his shaft through the silk of his boxer shorts. My hand had found its way into his shorts and was gently stroking his balls as my lips and tongue played with him. Eventually, even I needed more and I removed my lips and hands, hearing him moan in disappointment. But when I grasped the waistband of his boxers in my hands, he sighed and lifted his hips for me. I tugged them down, and as I did, his long, thick cock sprang free. It stood straight up, hard and beautiful. I quickly finished removing his shorts and then leaned forward to tease him some more. His penis was as dark as he was, but grew lighter as you got closer to the head. He was big; bigger than anyone I'd been with, and I couldn't wait. My pussy was dripping now as I gazed in awe at his amazing manhood. I licked my lips and then looked up at him. He was watching me, a small smile on his face. I grinned and then, my eyes still on his, closed my mouth over the head of his cock and slooooowly slid down until almost all of it was in my mouth.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He only watched her, all need for words (and perhaps the words themselves) completely gone right now. As he settled back on the couch, now fully naked, his eyes could not help but to watch her look at the now fully exposed length of his cock, and a little smile formed on his lips. Her muscles tensed a bit as her hand wrapped around the base, his eyes focused for a moment on the sight he'd been waiting for, her white skin against his dark penis, and then moved up just a bit to watch as her mouth finally lowered to him. His eyes moved from her own eyes to her mouth stretched around his shaft, and his hips, somewhat involuntarly, arched as she began to take him more and more into her mouth. He was truly impressed with how much she was able to take, it was more than most were able to, and he reached out to her, his fingers slipping into her hair.

With a light tug in her hair, but still letting her control the speed, he felt her wet lips slide back up to the head of his cock, and a moan slipped from betwee his lips as she stopped there and suddenly sucked on him, quickly but hard, before her lips began to decend his length once again. His body shuddering, he reached with his other hand and teased one of her nipples again with his fingertips.

 

[mytasteislikecandy]

Eva:

He tasted delicious, and I didn't ever want to stop sucking on him. I swirled my tongue around his shaft, licking up and down the sides before sucking firmly on the head. My tongue licked and flicked over his head before bobbing back down over his length. With my right hand I stroked the few inches I couldn't get into my mouth while my left teased and caressed his balls. Occasionally I'd glance up to see his reactions to my mouth on him...I loved men who were responsive. His hands in my hair and the moans and groans escaping him were true aphrodisiacs and I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter.

Finally I could not take it anymore, my pussy needed attention. I removed my left hand from him and slid it down between my legs, one finger slipping beneath my thong and stroking over my slit. I moaned around his cock and he looked down to see what I was doing.