"Unexpected Item in Bagging Area"

[Emstar202]

At first, Miley didn't know what to say. She didn't want to risk speaking with her foot in her mouth and turning him off again. Obviously, she was hurt, although she had no right to be. She had no claim on him. So she decided to go with her default response, a subtle play at humor in the hopes he'd divulge more information. "Wow, that's kind of really slutty of her. I mean, I'm sorry, she told me she was going to attempt and 'seduce you' but I didn't realize she was actually going to take it that far. How come you stopped her?" Miley asked, dreadfully curious. Although what she really wanted to ask was: Why'd you allow it in the first place?

She also had more questions, and before he even got a chance to answer her first, she pressed on, "Wait a second... you're lonely?" she said in disbelief as his sentence registered. "You do know every female customer and employee has a crush on you, don't you? You could easily get with any of them." she implored, looking up at him expectantly.

 

[gearhead73]

The silence had been agonizing. Jason tried to read her face to see what she was thinking, but the dim light made that impossible. Inside he was a jumble of emotions as he waited for her to say something; anything.
"Wow, that's kind of really slutty of her." She started," I mean, I'm sorry, she told me she was going to attempt and 'seduce you' but I didn't realize she was actually going to take it that far. How come you stopped her?"
Jason was mortified, she had known what Allie was planning and had said nothing? She hadn't eluded to it anytime that they had ever spoken. Jason had thought she was upset about Alex, but they were still friends. He thought she would have at least mentioned it, if for no other reason to get back at Allie; after all they didn't really like one another.
Jason's thoughts were interrupted when she spoke again.
"Wait a second... you're lonely?" she asked with a tone of disbelief. "You do know every female customer and employee has a crush on you, don't you? You could easily get with any of them."
Without thinking Jason snapped, "Yeah, right, EVERYONE wants to get with good ole Jason." he said sarcastically. "I hear it everyday, 'Jason you're so sweet' or 'Jason you're so nice' or..." the last part he said as he leaned forward to meet her gaze "...my favorite, 'Jason you're so easy to talk to'."
Jason stood now so he could get his bearings, he had always been able to put his thoughts together better when he paced.
"You know what all of these things have in common? They are all the things that people say to get something form me. It's not about wanting me, it's just a way to make them feel good about using me to get what they need. Jason's such a nice guy he changed my schedule. Jason's such a great guy, he carried my bags to the car. Good ole Jason's always there for me when I need him. In fact, as shitty as what Allied tried to do was, at least she told me upfront what she wanted."
Jason was agitated now, he was walking in small circles around the table she was seated at.
He continued, "You wanna know how I can be lonely? How could I be anything else? It seems everyone I come in contact with wants everything from me...but me."
He stopped pacing and met her gaze again.
"Do you wanna know why I stopped her? I will tell ya, it was because at the end of the day, when, no matter how much I needed someone, I needed someone to need ME too; not what I could give them. That is why I stopped her."
Jason turned and started to walk to his car.

 

[Emstar202]

"Wait! Jason!" Miley called after him, jumping up from the seat she'd been perched at whilst watching him pace and think out loud to her. She couldn't let this man get away thinking those horrible things about himself! Miley felt like she'd upset him again, although she wasn't sure how. Sometimes, she just spoke without thinking, and she worried this had been one of those times.

What he'd said made sense, and she didn't know what to say to convince him otherwise. She'd meant to flatter him with that remark of how he could have any woman, but instead she'd offended him. A panic begin to rise in her as he got further and further away. She couldn't stand to have him angry with her! "Jason!" she rushed up to him, grabbed him by a hand and swung him around with all her might. "I need you."

The words hung in the still night air with a great weight, and as soon as they'd left her lips Miley had begun to blush deeply. She did need him. She didn't use him for favors. She enjoyed their talks, listening to his opinions on things. She valued his sincerity to customers, and his patience in dealing with them. She also admired his ability to throw Allie out on her tush. But more importantly, she valued the advice he gave her and his honesty. Miley wanted to tell him all these things, but the only words that fell from here lips were, "I need you. Please, don't go. I--I don't want any favors, I just want...." but the rest died on her lips. She wanted too much. She wanted his touch, and his kiss. She wanted his friendship and his love, but to actually say any of that? She couldn't bring herself to say the words.

 

[gearhead73]

Jason was walking with purpose. For like the 100th time this week he felt like shit. It wasn't Miley's fault, none of it. The responsibility for Jason feeling like he did lain square upon his shoulders. When it had all started, he had loved it. The flirting, the compliments, someone always needing his help; it had been wonderful and fulfilling. He felt that he was invaluable. As time wore on, his feelings changed. There was always something else, he needed to give more and more often. Soon, he was getting nothing for himself.
"Wait! Jason!" he heard her say with urgency. She was coming after him now.
He thought about stopping, but he couldn't. He had never wanted her to see him like this.
"Jason!" she said a little louder as she rushed to him. He felt a hand wrap around his and pull him to a stop. With a jerk she turned him around to face her.
"I need you." she said blushing, "I need you. Please, don't go. I--I don't want any favors, I just want...."
They stood there facing each other. Jason was waiting for her to finish, but she was silent.
After what seemed like hours, Jason cleared his throat.
"Miley, it's late, and I'm....well, I'm really shitty company right now and I am a worse friend. I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier. It's not your fault, I know that, I'm just in a bad place right now."
He pulled his hand from hers.
"Go home and get some sleep, I have some things I need to sort out. I am thinking about taking some time off; maybe we can talk when I get back. Goodnight."
He turned toward his car. He felt like running away and never coming back. Everything that had happened kept running through his mind on a continuous loop. Allie, yelling at Miley, and now, their talk. He had seen the frustration in her eyes, and it was because of him. How had this happened? How had everything turned to bad so quickly? Not long ago, his whole life lain out in front of him in a clear and certain direction. Now, he wasn't sure who he was or what he wanted. The one thing he did know, that pain and the loneliness had to stop.

 

[Emstar202]

Fuck! Those familiar tears were welling up in her eyes again. Couldn't he see how desperately in love with him she was? Couldn't he see that all she'd ever wanted was his attention and his willingness to let her give him all of hers? Hadn't they kissed just an hour ago? What had that meant? He was older than her, couldn't he read her tell-tale signs? She didn't want to be his 'friend' any longer. She wanted to be his lover, his girlfriend... maybe more one day. She'd always heard the best relationships started out as friendships. She really didn't want to let him go his car. She wanted to stop him again, but she didn't want to be annoying because she knew holding on to someone when they wanted to get away always just made them run away faster.

Miley stood there in the darkness, watching his retreating form as hot tears ran down her cheeks. This was not how she'd expected this night to go. After that hug and tender yet chaste kiss, she'd expected them to become something more automatically. She hated his last sentence. It sounded like a break up. "Maybe we can talk when I get back" he'd said. "Maybe." She hated that word. It was not definite, and it usually meant no.

"Don't leave it like this..." she whispered, but she could not tell if he heard. She felt like he was giving her excuses. Maybe she really was just a friend to him, an outlet for him to vent to? Maybe she'd offended him so deeply they couldn't return. Crying silently, Miley turned in the direction of her vehicle.

 

[gearhead73]

As his hand touched the door handle of his car, something happened. It was like a tornado had left a path of destruction through his life and then retreated back into the clouds just as quickly as it had come. He knew what he had to do. He could finally see the answer he had been looking for after the dust of the last weeks settled.
He cursed himself for being such a pussy. Everything he had wanted had been right in front of him all along. In fact, their lips had been pressed to one another's just hours before. The memory of Miley's lips on his reaffirmed his conclusions.
"Miley!" Jason said loudly as he turned to her. She was walking to her car, so he broke into a run to reach her.
"Miley!" he shouted again as he closed the gap between himself and her car.
She had just reached for the handle to open her door when he reached her. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her to him. He pressed his body against hers, and pushed until she was wedged between her car and him. Jason brought his hands to the side of her face.
She had been crying for the third time tonight because of him. He knew then that he never again wanted to see her shed a tear. He wiped the tears away with his thumb in a gentle sweeping motion across her cheek.
He brought his face closer. Their lips were close enough to feel each others heat and breath.
"Miley." he said just barely above a whisper.
"There is something I need you to know..." the rest was lost as Jason's mouth covered hers.

 

[Emstar202]

She heard his voice calling from a distance, and by the time she reached her car, he was already there. Her hand paused on the door handle, she felt his large hands rest upon her shoulders, and then he'd whirled her around. Miley looked up into those familiar eyes, and wished she wasn't crying again so she could see him properly. He turned her into such a cry baby, probably because of how much she deeply cared for him, especially after being his employee for several years. They'd had a lot of history, and she never wanted to lose it.

His body was pressed tightly to hers, and she felt vulnerable and small, lodged between his body and her car. His hands went to the sides of her face, and he looked at her with sincerity in his eyes. "Miley. There is something I need you to know..." he told her, then hesitated. But unlike when she'd attempted to confess her feelings, but was unable, Jason took a direct approach.

He covered her mouth with his own, kissing her. It was unlike the chaste kiss they'd shared near the podium. This was filled with more feeling and emotion, filled with all the pent up longing they'd built up over the years. Miley parted her lips for him eagerly, letting him explore her mouth with his tongue. She moaned softly upon first contact, and her hands fumbled to grab a hold of him. She wasn't going to stop him, or open her eyes, because she feared that perhaps she was dreaming again, or laying in her bed late at night, so in tune with her fantasy it had nearly turned real. She'd always imagined what it would be like to kiss Jason, but nothing compared to the real thing.

 

[gearhead73]

He was home. Their mouths and body were together and instantly the rest of the world faded to a distant memory. All of the pain and need had been replaced by desire. Miley's lips parted and Jason's tongue slid between them on a desperate search for hers. The intrusion elicited a faint moan from Miley, spurring Jason on. Their heads were moving from side to side so they could explore each other completely.
Jason's left hand had left he cheek and slid down her neck and over her shoulder to wrap her in a tight embrace. His right hand was moving past her cheek and over her ear to the back of her head. His fingers slid through the strands of her long brown hair, entangling it as he curled his fingers into a fist.
His mouth left hers, but never lost contact. He planted soft caressing kisses across he jawline to the base of her ear. He softly sucked her earlobe into his mouth and massaged it with his tongue.
Every muscle in Jason's body was contracting pulling her even tighter to him. His knee was moving between hers as he ground his hips against her.
He released her earlobe and whispered, "I've wanted you for so long. Please tell me this is real, I could never let you go now."
Not waiting for a response he once again covered her mouth with his. His left hand was sliding down her spine until it's progress was halted by the door of her car. Not to be denied, Jason spun the two of them as one until his back was against her car. As there tongues continued to spar with one another, his hand continued it's descent to her lower back.
He lifted up her work shirt enough to slide under its bottom hem and for the first time touched the bare skin of her body.

 

[Emstar202]

Miley always loved it when men put their hands into her hair as a means to pull her into a deeper kiss. She sighed happily as Jason did this, and sagged into his embrace, hardly able to support herself as his kisses and touch were too overpowering. She loved how tenderly yet passionately he kissed her. Somehow he was just gentle enough without treating her like a fragile doll, and still rough enough to display his need to her without hurting her. He rained kisses down upon her neck and jaw, and Miley cried out softly, arching her body into him. Her hands dug into his shoulders slightly, and her hips pressed eagerly against his. He moved his lips to her ear and Miley's grip on him tightened in her pleasure. Her hands wandered down from his shoulders to his back. She loved how his muscles twitched beneath her exploring fingers.

His words set her on edge, and she tried to open her eyes and respond in earnest, but his mouth had already covered hers again. Her eyes flickered shut once more and she allowed him to alter their positions so she was the one with her back to the night air and Jason was wedged against the car.

She shivered as his hands ventured down her back and up underneath her work shirt. His touch felt warm and firm against her cold skin. Her hands ran to his chest as she flattered her body against him. All the while they continued to kiss heatedly, so Miley nearly forget they were in the parking lot. Her knees were growing very weak and the tingles she felt from between her legs were growing and spreading throughout her whole body. She wanted so much more from him, but knew not to rush. She wanted to feel every moment of it, every movement of his hands, every sharp intake of breath. She didn't want to rush it. She just wanted him.

 

[gearhead73]

Miley was alive in his arms. Her hands were scratching and pawing at him, unable to gain purchase due to his shirt.
Jason was on fire. Every cell of his body communicated hunger to his brain. His left hand was gliding along the skin of her lower back making elongated circles to just below the strap of her bra. His mouth and his tongue were devouring her. As there heads were moving side to side, exploring and tasting, their breath was becoming labored.
Jason's right hand released her hair and began a downward path to her shoulder. He relished every contour of her body as it slipped further south between them and over her breast.
Miley's hands were on his chest and she was writhing against him letting him know she was his.
Jason's left hand moved down her back just far enough for his fingertips to plunge below the waist of her slacks. His right hand molded on top of her breast. He tried to communicate years of want and curiosity as he traced every contour. Her nipples had grown and were straining against her bra and shirt showing her arousal as well. He could have continued this for hours but he wanted more. He wanted to feel her wrapped around him.
In a swift motion, his hands moved to her glorious ass resting there only long enough to give both of its perfectly shaped cheeks a gentle squeeze. They moved further down to the back of her thighs and he picked her up so her legs could wrap around his waist. He turned and took a step so as to set her gently on the fender of her car never stopping their kiss.
Jason broke the kiss and pulled away enough to look onto the her brown eyes now aglow with lust.
"Miley," Jason whispered. "I have wanted this...you...far years. I am so sorry for how I have been acting. Please forgive me."

 

[Emstar202]

She loved the way he moved his hands. They played against her skin, but they were always moving, didn't stop in one place or just hold her firmly, but they explored. Hers did the same. From his chest to his stomach to his shoulders and back again. Around to his back and up to his face. She wanted to touch him everywhere. Miley gave everything into their kiss, all her pent up longing. He kissed so skillfully, and he tasted so perfect. She loved the way their tongues would wrestle together, only to teasingly pull back before going at it again.

They were both breathing hard. Evidently he wanted her just as much as she wanted him, and that thought made her wild. She felt his erection rubbing against her as their bodies pressed together, and she was amazed she could make him feel this way. She knew she was attractive, but Jason was older and her boss. This fantasy of having him grind against her had only happened at night when she was lying in bed, never out in the open, never real.

She gasped when his hand found her full breast, squeezing softly. She wished he'd never stop, but then his hands moved behind her and lower, grasping her butt. He lifted her up and swung her to the fender of the car. "Mmmm," Miley moaned softly as she felt his body slope over hers, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist so she could feel his arousal right up against her center. When he pulled away, she looked in his eyes and saw her own lust reflected there. She'd never seen him this way, this wild with desire. It made her want him even more.

"Can you take me someplace? I want... more," Miley said, hoping he'd understand. The reason she didn't specify what exactly 'more' meant was not because she was nervous, or shy, about her sexual needs, but because she was not quite sure yet how far she wanted to go. She was turned on, oh yes was she turned on, but Miley was still a virgin, and was still in limbo on whether or not she wanted to give herself to Jason. She'd fantasized about it numerous times, but now that it was a possibility the idea of it was almost overwhelming.

 

[gearhead73]

She ignored his question and responded with one of her own.
"Can you take me someplace? I want... more," she said panting. Her face, her hands, her body and now her words were communicating her need to him leaving no doubt that she wanted him.
Jason stared at her for a moment relishing the realization that all of his fantasizing was coming to fruition.
"Come on," he said pulling her up to sit, "I know where we can go."
He took her hand in his and walked with her to his car at the other end of the lot. He opened the passenger door for her. As she stepped forward to enter he spun her to him by the hand he was holding and once again seized her in a spellbinding kiss. He pulled from her lips and looked her eyes searching for any sign of hesitation.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked her, "I want you more than my next 20 minutes of oxygen but I don't want to pressure you. A lot has happened tonight, I just want you know, I have all the time in the world to wait for you. I am never going to let you go if that's what you want."
As if in a last ditch effort to convince her he planted a soft, soulful kiss on her lips.

 

[Emstar202]

Miley's heart beat erratically as Jason took her hand and led her to the other side of the parking lot where his car was parked. He was going to take her away and ravish her. That was something all women wanted, to be stolen away by a handsome man they'd pined for. She was pleased by his opening of the car door. She'd always loved a gentleman. Miley was just about to get in when he pulled her back, spun her around, and captured her lips with his own once more. Her breath caught at the kiss, but all too soon he pulled away.

There was no hesitation to be found in Miley's eyes. She wanted to have him touch her, and she wanted to feel his cock in her hands. She wanted to see him naked; see the body she'd imagined for so long. She wanted to see the desire in his eyes heighten even further when he saw her body. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, and Miley nodded, listening to his plea in earnest. His words made her woozy. They were sweet lines, and she was falling for them hard. "Jason, I'm sure. I want you so badly. I need to feel you touch me. I need to touch you. Please, I'm tired of waiting." Her blush was lightened by the moonlight, but each word she said was true. She'd wanted him ever since she met him, and now that she'd finally made contact, there was no way she was going to turn away now.

 

[gearhead73]

"Jason, I'm sure. I want you so badly. I need to feel you touch me. I need to touch you. Please, I'm tired of waiting." she said almost pleading.
Hearing her say she was 'tired of waiting' made his heart sing. HE had been waiting for so long and with her encouragement his patience was being rewarded. He helped her into the seat of his car and gently shut the door. A few minutes later they were heading in the direction of his house.
They rode in silence save for the radio. Florida Georgia Line's remix of Cruise featuring Nelly was emanating from the speakers; perfect for how Jason was feeling. Miley's hand rested on top of his on the gear shift making gentle circles on the back of his knuckles. Her features were illuminated by the light green glow of the fiber optics of the dash and console. She was so beautiful and Jason had to tear his eyes from her more than once to stay in his lane.
They reached his driveway and Jason parked in front of the small rancher had saved for and purchased 5 yrs prior.
He got out and moved to the passenger door. He opened it and extended his hand to help her out. They stood looking at one another for a second and then Jason led her to the door still holding her hand.
This was his home, his sanctuary. He had always kept this place separate from everyone at work. Never once had he ever invited anyone to his home for barbeques or even just a drink.
Now, in the glow of the front light he looked at Miley and couldn't wait to share it with her.
"Come on in, and make yourself at home." he said unlocking the door.

 

[Emstar202]

Miley was pleased at his taste of music. She'd never pinned him for someone who was interested in country. Granted, this was some bizarre mix of country and rap, but as long as he liked country she was sure they could enjoy the same music together in the future. Oh God, she was already thinking about the future. This was actually happening. Maybe she would be his girlfriend. She knew this wouldn't be a one time thing, not with Jason. He was too sincere and genuine for that to be true.

She drew silly patterns onto the back of his hand with her finger tip, and he nearly rolled his car into the other lane a few times, but Miley hardly even noticed given she was on such a high.

He pulled into a small rancher style house and killed the ignition in the driveway. He opened the door for her yet again, just as her hand had turned on the handle to open it herself. Miley smiled at him, and the two locked hands and approached his house.

Jason told her to make herself at home as they entered. She walked with him through the foyer to his living room, but suddenly, facing each other in his living room and with that brief interlude in the car, Miley wasn't entirely sure how to resume their kissing session. Nerves flooded her belly again, combined with the ever-present tingles, and she looked up at him, the nervous excitement evident in her eyes. She had an apartment all to herself now, so no one would be expecting her home. They had the whole night to be with one another. Biting her lip gently in her flustered state, Miley took his other hand in hers and kissed him tentatively on the lips. "Should we... go to your bedroom?" she asked, smiling shyly.

 

[gearhead73]

Jason led Miley through the foyer and into the living room. They were still holding hands and Jason was nervously looking around to see that everything was put away and neat. He didn't want her to think she was with a slob.
They faced each other and Miley took Jason's hand in hers. She was biting her lip in that adorable way women do when they are nervous. She planted a gentle kiss on his lips, then in a soft voice said, "Should we... go to your bedroom?"
Jason's heart skipped a beat. He had fantasized about this moment for years, but now that it was upon him he was a ball of nerves. He wanted her, needed her, but he also cared for her. He had seen the uncertainty in her eyes and he wanted to put her mind at ease.
"Miley," he said softly. "Tell me what you want. I want you...and I want to be with you more than anything, but I want you to be sure. We can take things slow, and stop anytime you want."
Jason, traced the back of his fingers down her cheek as he moved in and kissed her softly.
"Just tell me, and I will do whatever you want. I just want to be with you.'

 

[Emstar202]

Miley couldn't believe how respectful he was. He was a great contrast to the boys she'd been with before. Sure, they'd all said such things, but they'd never really meant it. When she'd entered college, there'd been a lot of pressure for her to lose her virginity right away, but it had never felt right. With Jason though... she'd always wanted him, and she'd like to say she knew him well enough to know he was being sincere in his offer to only go as far as she was willing.

Miley was a passionate woman underneath her work uniform. Just because she was a virgin didn't mean she didn't know how to operate the equipment, so to speak. And right now, she really wanted to touch Jason. She wanted to cut to the chase and wrap her lips around that hard cock of his that had grinded up against her just ten minutes ago. She wanted his fingers to play with her clit and tease he mercilessly before slipping inside her, pumping fast and deep, drawing out her moans and pleasure. She also wanted to kiss him, and grind her naked body against his. She may even want to ride him, hands back on his knees as she bounced up and down, breasts on full display for him. All these things she'd fantasied numerous times, but she wanted to go slow. Have him lay her down on his bed and start with slow, sensual kisses. She wanted to go his bedroom and let things unfold as they may.

Miley smiled at him broadly. "Take me to your bedroom," she repeated, more forceful now. "I don't know how far I want to take this..." she admitted, "But I know I want to go farther than kissing in the Stop-n-Shop parking lot."

 

[gearhead73]

"Take me to your bedroom." she told him in a tone that said 'no' was not an answer; as if he would have said it. Jason gathered that she had her mind made up and she wanted this to happen. His assumptions were verified as she said, "I don't know how far I want to take this...but I know I want to go farther than kissing in the Stop-n-Shop parking lot."
Without hesitation Jason pulled her to him and once again covered her mouth with his.
The both erupted into a flurry of activity. Theirs hands were everywhere, touching, caressing, and exploring one another's bodies. Joined together, they made their way down the hallway toward Jason's. They were bouncing off of one wall and then the other as if being thrown aloft by high seas.
They made their way through the door of Jason's room and twisted and turned their way toward the bed. Jason's fingers were unfastening the buttons of Miley's shirt. He felt Miley pulling his shirt up his body disregarding the need to unfasten it.
They broke the constant contact of their mouths only to allow it to be pulled over Jason's head.
Her shirt was open, and Jason moved his hand to her stomach, then moved them in tandem upward until they could push it off of her shoulders. His right hand then moved to the back of her head and once again his finger were meshed in her hair. His left hand was sliding down her body, over her right breast, down her torso to the button at the top of her jeans. The dexterity of his fingers swiftly unfastened her jeans and then slowly slid the zipper down.
Miley was pawing and clawing at his bare back spurring him on. There was no sign of the uncertainty he had seen in her earlier.
Jason was living all of the fantasies he had ever had about her and real thing proved to be much better. He pulled his mouth from hers and started leaving a trail of kisses down her body. Over her chin, down her neck, over her collarbone, continuing until his lips contacted the material of her bra.
His hands were on her hips now and making their way around with his fingers lying just below the waistband, until the were resting on the cheeks of her firm ass. He was in heaven, he had dreamt of this moment so many times and finally he was touching the tight perfect swell of her butt.
Jason's mouth sought out the nipple hiding below her bra and as his lips moved around it, it grew and hardened showing it's approval of his ministrations. He only tarried for a moment before continuing his journey southward and slowly dropping to his knees.
Jason placed kisses all around her navel and his hands slid her pants over her butt savoring the feel of it as his fingertips caressed the back of her thighs sliding to her ankles. Jason was trying to be patient but having her this close and this state of dress was proving too much. He started moving his kisses lower, passing her lower stomach and then her pubic bone. He could smell her arousal and feel her heat. He wanted to taste her, so he moved his mouth to cover her and extended his tongue into her panty covered folds. She was moist, and sweet and her womanly scent was driving him mad. He knew then, that this could last all night.

 

[Emstar202]

She loved his intensity, the way he pulled her off to his bedroom without anymore reservations. They nearly crashed into the walls, so lost in kisses and desperate caresses. Miley didn't get a chance to examine the interior of his bedroom, as he'd tossed her to his bed with no hesitation and began tearing at her clothes. She tried to work the buttons on Jason's shirt, but never had been a patient person, and soon just yanked it over his head with his aid. God, he was beautiful. He wasn't a chiseled God, but he was better than she'd pictured, slightly muscular and altogether manly. She ran her hands down his chest, reveling in every touch of him. Then Jason managed to get her shirt open, marking the end of her session with his chest, only because he'd managed to part all the buttons that had done up her work shirt, revealing the pink lacy bra she had on underneath. It pushed up her C cups nicely, had a laced up middle and flower decals. It was overtly sexual for the work place, but Miley loved to wear such racy underwear under her clothes. It gave her a thrill, especially when she imagined Jason's reaction to them, and now that aspect was no longer just a fantasy.

His lips followed the path his hands had took, burying his head into her breast, making her small nipples harden underneath the dense fabric of her bra. He'd already rained kisses down upon her body, and now he was languidly making his way down to her core, drawing her jeans down to her knees as he did so. Miley writhed underneath his touch, wanting even more. His hands gripped the bare cheeks of her ass, exposed due to the nature of her thong, and she bucked her hips forward. He dropped to his knees on the floor in front of her, and her heart rate escalated.

"Oh God, Jason!" Miley cried out as his lips pressed against her panties and his tongue pushed anxiously against the fabric. Her hands tangled in his soft brown hair, urging him on. She tried not to allow herself to feel self conscious. She wasn't waxed or shaven, but kept her pubic mound neatly trimmed. Still, she couldn't help but feel a little anxious, knowing what would come next. She had no idea what he liked. Maybe he preferred shaven, or waxed, or expected--"Ahh!" she cried out, her thoughts shattered as his tongue went higher and licked her swollen clit through the fabric of her thong. She was being her silly doubtful self again. He was turned on by her, and her vagina was symmetrical and neat, and quickly growing wet for him. What man wouldn't be pleased by that? Her moans were growing louder in volume and intensity the more he worked her. "Please..." she begged him, hands squeezing his shoulder tightly. "Finger me, lick me, please Jason I need it." Perhaps her words would surprise him. Sweet little Miley talking so dirty, but in the bedroom she became more forceful, often her pleasure clouding most of her judgement. It took over her body as well as she mind, and she'd say exactly what she wanted, what she needed, her partner to do.

 

[gearhead73]

"Please..." she begged him. The urgency of her need confirmed by her fingers squeezing his shoulder. "Finger me, lick me, please Jason I need it."
At this Jason grabbed the sides of her thong and yanked it from her body. He placed his hands on the inside of her knees and spread her legs wide.
She was wet, and the lips of her pussy were swollen and pink. Jason settled his mouth upon her again savoring her tangy sweet flavor. He spread his tongue wide and licked from her entrance to her clit stopping to dip his tongue inside her before continuing. When he reached her clit he circled it with the tip of his tongue before closing his lips around it and drawing it into his mouth.
He gently sucked on her button while flicking with his tongue.
Miley was writhing and bucking her hips. Her hands were grapping and pulling his hair forcing his mouth tighter against her mound. The neatly trimmed hairs at the top of her lips were tickling his nose as she pushed harder into him.
Jason's left hand slide inward from her knee to her inner thigh. He caressed and massaged the soft skin of her leg. His right hand left her knee and slid up her torso to cover her breast. Seeking skin to skin contact he pushed his fingers beneath her lacy bra.
Her nipple was small, but hard and erect. he fist just let it slide between his index and middle finger as he kneaded her tit. He loved its size and firmness, the way it yielded beneath the pressure of his fingers. He moved his hand to grasp her nipple between his thumb and finger gently twisting an pulling. He was torn between wanting to leave the paradise he had found between her legs and moving to taste and suckle her wonderful chest.
The decision was made for him as the fingers of his left hand made contact with Miley's labia. She was moaning, and twisting on the bed. She would whisper 'Oh Jason...' and then writhe again as he continue his assault on her clit.
Jason slowly moved a finger to her entrance and teased at her opening. He would barely slide it in a fraction of an inch before withdrawing it, teasing her. At last he increased the pressure of his hand until her hot moist sheath was surrounding his skin.
Jason had only made it part way when the tip of his finger met resistance. The surprise made him release her button from his lips and pull hi head back to look up at her.
"Miley..." Jason said just above a whisper. "Miley, is this your first time?

 

[Emstar202]

Soft moans turned louder as Jason's lips made contact with her most intimate place. He was amazing. She'd been pleasured like this before, but Jason knew more what she wanted than she herself did. He spread her legs purposefully and settled between them, tip of his tongue teasing her opening. "Jason!" she called out his name as pleasure flooded her body. He moved his tongue upwards and took her swollen bud into his mouth, so gentle and sweet. Her hips shot off the bed. Any and all reservations about what he was doing melted away as he made magic with his lips and tongue. "Oh God..." she sighed, her fingers tightened in his short brown hair, pulling him harder against her clit. Her hazel eyes opened briefly to look at him, wanting to see the man she'd dreamed about for so long pleasuring her in this way. It was such an erotic sight. She watched as his right hand drifted back up her body, forcing itself under her bra. He tweaked her nipple softly and caressed her breast, the fullness of it only a bit bigger than his hand. Meanwhile, his left hand teased the soft skin of her inner thigh, eliciting a wild response from Miley. "Touch me..." she cried, knowing that he was. But she wanted more! Her pussy clenched around nothing. She ached for his fingers to fill her.

Jason was doing everything right. He didn't suck at her clit so hard that it hurt, but he didn't do it too gently to feel like a subtle breeze. He used the perfect pressure and rhythmic tempo. It was obvious he was experienced in this area, but at this moment Miley didn't care what women he'd went down on before. It was a wonder he knew what he was doing and he was all hers now. That was all that should matter. Finally, blessedly, his finger probed at her slick entrance. She cried louder, urging him on. He teased her mercilessly, only pressing in the tip of his finger before withdrawing. Miley practically growled at him like a wild beast, and writhed on the bed, trying to force him deeper. "Please...." Eventually, he took mercy on her and slipped his finger inside. "Ohhhhh," she moaned, trying not to dig her fingers into his head too hard. She moved them lower and settled her hands on his shoulder instead. He pushed in deeply, perhaps it wasn't at the perfect angle, or maybe his finger was longer than the others, but whatever it was, something caused him to stop. He must have felt how tight she was, perhaps the slight resistance she gave. He released his lips from her clit and ceased his finger's movement. "Miley..." he asked in a whisper, perhaps a note of disbelief in his tone, "Miley, is this your first time?"

Miley's already flushed skin from pleasure turned even darker in embarrassment. "Not... not for this," she admitted, referring to oral sex and petting. "I've never had intercourse," she said, looking down at him nervously. "That's okay... right?" Her hands danced on his shoulders nervously, as her pussy still throbbed achingly around his finger.

 

[gearhead73]

"That's okay... right?" she asked him nervously. Jason could hear the fear in her strained voice. he wanted to reassure her. He wanted to let her know the everything was fine, in fact it was perfect. He marveled for a moment at how this beautiful, sexy creature had held that part of herself untouched. This show of restraint only fueled his desire for her. She had saved herself for love and he wanted to prove that he could be worthy of it.
"It's perfect hon." he said breathlessly.
With that Jason returned to eating her with renewed vigor. He would alternated between sucking and licking her clit and fingering her. He would gently stroke and tease her hood and clit with his fingers while his tongue would lick and caress her labia and outer lips before plunging into her entrance.
He would bring her to the edge only to slow his minstrations to let her calm again. She would buck and jump at his touch. She would scream is name as she approached her release and then moan her disapproval at being denied. Jason was focused solely on her. Her pleasure was all that mattered and he was going to prolong her reaching orgasm as long as possible.
His right hand continued its assault on her breasts and nipples adding to the sensations he could tell were coursing through her body.
The effect of his actions were not lost on him. The more she twisted and moved; the more she screamed and moaned the more aroused he became. His cock was iron in his trousers and becoming almost painful, but his need to please and fulfill the woman he cared so deeply for allowed him to ignore his discomfort and concentrate on her.
She was close to begging. Her hands were ripping at his hair and her thighs were opening and closing around his head. Jason decided it was time and redoubled his efforts to bring the needed release she sought.

 

[Emstar202]

"It's perfect hon," Jason told her, before turning his attention back to her needy center. Her breathing instantly returned to those harsh, shallow pants as his lips and tongue brought her the most exquisite pleasure she'd ever experienced. Her past partners had performed oral sex on her, but none compared in the slightest to Jason. She was so glad she was finally dating someone with adequate experience and, more importantly, the one she'd cared about and longed for for so long. Miley tried not to buck too wildy, but the feelings of pleasure were too intense for her to handle, and yet Jason never stopped. She felt a familiar yet foreign feeling growing rapidly inside her. Familiar, because she'd been able to bring herself off in the dark nights at home with the aid of her vibrator, but foreign because she'd never been able to cum at the hands of a man before. "Oh god! Jason! Please, I'm going to--" She must have said it ten times, but each time he'd stop his ministrations and she'd cry out in frustration, fingernails biting into his shoulders. Miley did not like to be teased when she was so close. She'd never felt so close before!

"Please!!!" she whined, arching her hips forward so he was forced to taste her deeper. He'd been going at for so long that all her fear about her pussy not being shaved or him not liking the fact she was a virgin or him getting tired with her faded, and instead she was motivated by one thing, and one thing only, pleasure. She was consumed by it. It filled her every pore and spread as fast as lightning. She had no idea what he was doing to make her feel this way. Well, obviously, he was going down on her, but the techniques he was using were unfamiliar to her yet oh so sweet. The next time she felt her orgasm approaching she didn't announce it, but it's presence was clear in the way her moans escalated and her pussy throbbed around his tongue and finger. This time, he didn't stop. He let her fall over the edge, pushed her even.

"Fuck! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" she cursed. The dirty word flying from her pretty parted lips. "Jason!" His name was said like a prayer, and she writhed on the bed in complete and utter ecstasy as her orgasm crashed through her body. She clenched around him again and again, reveling in the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced. The pleasure never seemed to end, in fact, it seemed to build the longer her orgasm lasted.

Eventually, after what seemed like minutes, she came down from her high, panting hard. Her eyes were closed, and the pleasure she'd just experienced seemed to be radiating from her every pore. Finally, after calming down some, she gasped out, "Jason... that was... amazing..." Miley opened her eyes and looked down at him, that older, handsome, boss of hers that she'd craved for so long who'd just been between her legs. His head rested against her thigh, gently caressing her quivering body. She gestured for him to come up beside her, and reached down to encourage the action further. When he complied, Miley kissed him deeply, hand resting lightly on his shoulder.

"I want to suck your cock," she told him bluntly, "But... give me a second." She laughed happily, body still experiencing the aftershocks of her orgasm.

 

[gearhead73]

"Fuck! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!...Jaaassson!", Miley half screamed half moaned as the orgasm she had been seeking finally arrived and ripped through her body. She was rotating and bucking her hips, opening an closing her legs and sctaching at his sholuders and scalp. It was savage and primal and hot and sexy, everything that Jason loved about sex. Hearing her swear made him smile inside. She had cursed before, but this was different, this wasn't from pain or anger, this was from pleasure; intense all consuming pleasure.
Slowly Miley started to come down from her high and released the hold her thighs had on Jason's head. They were both breathing hard and sweating. Jason laid his head on her inner thigh and began softly caressing her body with both of her hands wanting to extend her high as long as he could.
He felt satisfied with himself and a smile played across his as he took the sight of her quivering form in.
"Jason... that was... amazing..." she said brathlessly and started pulling him up to join her. He left a long trail of small kisses up the length of her body until he was luing next to her. She was aglow with satisfaction. Her breathing was slowly returning to normal as they nestled against one another.
Again Jason kissed her, only this was different than earlier. The kiss was still hot and wet and full of passion and need, but had lost the desparation they had both felt earlier. This was more of an unspoken promise of things to come, not only tonight, but in their lives.
'This is so perfect, she is so perfect', Jason thought as he lay next to her. He his body was alive and he there. Every muscle, and nerve on fire at the thought of ravaging her. but he knew to take his time. They had all night, and maybe even forever to be together; there was no need to rush.
"I want to suck your cock," she said suddenly with a giggle, "but... give me a second."
Jason smiled and placed a small kiss on the corner of her mouth.
"Take your time sweetie...we have all night to do whatever we want. I just want to be with you."
He again covered her mouth with his. He slid his arm under her shoulders and placed his other hand on her hip opposite him and drew her into a tight embrace. The hand on her hip slipped over her ass and down her thigh so as to pull her leg to wrap around him.
he hugged her tightly to him as their kissing intensified; their tongues once again battling inside each other's mouth. Instinctively his hips bucked foward pushing the covered bulge of his straining erection to her vagina. He could feel the heat and the wetness of her soaking through trousers and warming his rigid cock.
Jason broke the kiss for a moment and whispered, "Miley...This is the best night of my life. You make me so happy."

 

[Emstar202]

Quite sated, Miley snuggled into his embrace. Once again he was running off those golden lines of his, telling her to take her time, that there was no rush. They had all night, and he only wanted to be with her. It was the type of sweet nothings lovers said to each other, and although Miley would often scoff at couples who engaged in this before, she'd always secretly been envious of it. To be loved and respected so deeply. Miley smiled at Jason and kissed him back, hand tangling through his hair once more as the other explored his chest. She was getting swept away by him, and there was no stopping it.

As he pulled her body further into his, tightening his hold and running his hands down her ass and thigh to position her leg around him, Miley felt his erection pressing eagerly against her. Shock waves of pleasure and longing crashed through her body once more as she moved her body against his, grinding her bare pussy onto his cock. He was so hard. She felt a rush of pride knowing it was her that had gotten him so worked up. It was her taste that had drove him wild. All that separated them now was the thin fabric of his underwear. God, she couldn't take it! She wanted to rip off those boxers and grind onto his bare cock!

They kissed heatedly in this position for what seemed like eternity, bodies grinding harder as the kiss lengthened. Her wet pussy rubbed against his covered shaft, slick with precum. Miley was losing her mind again. She'd already came, and should have been tired, but the more he kissed her and pressed against her the more she wanted him all over again. "Miley...This is the best night of my life," Jason began, breaking their kiss. "You make me so happy." Once more a rush of pleasure filled her, but this was a warm, satisfied, and happy one, not a lustful one. She liked him for more than just his body, had for a long time, and the fact he felt the same just gave her the biggest grin.

"Me too!" she said, trying to steady her breathing. She wanted to tell him she loved him, but was afraid he'd be turned off and run. Yes, now they'd confirmed their feelings, but to admit to love upon their first sexual encounter? Perhaps he'd think her an immature fool. So instead, she settled for, "I am so glad to be with you." As she spoke, her hand slipped between their two bodies and she gently took his rigid cock in her hands. "I want to make you feel just as good as you made me." Her hand slipped inside his boxers, and it was as if he'd been touching her too, given the rush of lust she experienced when discovering him. He was long and thick in her small hand, the head leaking pre-cum. She sighed his name and kissed him deeply as she slowly jerked his cock, using his pre-cum as lubricant. She managed to keep up a slow, steady, teasing pace for a while, but inevitably she wanted more. She was curious about what lay underneath his last layer of clothing. Miley slipped her other hand down to his waistband and eagerly lowered the material...