An Intellectual Encounter

I knocked on the door and she was naked… still in bed until I got there. She wasn’t expecting me. In fact she had never actually seen me. We’d talked but that was it.

She finally opened the door and I was hooked. She was about 5’3”, long slender legs, great muscle tone, long blonde hair, a sweet little tight ass, and beautiful boobs. The kind that you can see swelling out from either side while her back is to you. I find this so hot… the narrow hips and the boobs you can see from behind.

I knew right then I would have her. I could see in her sea green eyes that she was trying not to want me.

We sat on the couch and smoked cigarettes and talked. Good deep talking… almost instant friends, the kind of connection that makes you feel lie you’ve always known somebody… like maybe you were lovers in another life.

She was in blue jean shorts and a t-shirt, her nipples almost called me out loud.

She was so hot, but beyond that she was so right there… The sexual tension hung in the air like a cloud. It was delicious… As much as I wanted to just take her in my arms and ravish her, to have electric, sweaty, roll your eyes back in your head, forget your own name, raw, uninhibited, scream so loud somebody calls the cops sex. It was wonderfully exciting to have this electric tension and let it just continue to build. Like some sort of sexual savings account. When it does happen it will be beyond belief… I will collect the interest. Damn, I get wood just remembering it.

The afternoon was exquisite, the nuances of subtle flirting, punctuated by blatant sexual messages. The give and take of verbal foreplay. The heat building as we engaged in this wonderful sexual dance, occasional brushing of a hand on a leg, pushing her hair back, legs brushing against each other. So accidental, but so calculated.

Nothing can compare to the electricity generated by delayed gratification, and the intellectual banter of two people who want each other badly. A cerebral exercise of sex without the physical culmination.

When it was time to go, she walked me to the door. The connection was intense. I asked for a kiss and only a kiss. I cradled her jaw in my hands; her skin was soft, warm, and responsive. Her lips were tender and inviting. She tasted at once salty and sweet. My hand grazed up her side and barely discernibly brushed the side of her beautiful breast.

The non-culmination of the sexual experience was as hot an experience as I’ve had, and the tension makes the anticipation of the imminent fulfillment so much more powerful.

Collecting on this one will be glorious beyond words.

Risky

Amante de la Sombra... The Shadow Lover

Tonight we went on an adventure…
I came home and G was laying on the bed in black lingerie reading erotic stories on the Internet. I knew we were off and running. This would be a night to remember.

As I came closer for a gentle kiss, I was rewarded with the sweet fragrance of her rose perfume, and by her soft eager lips.

‘Wanna go out and play?’

I didn’t even bother answering… I just went into the kitchen and got a bottle of Mescal and two shot glasses from the cabinet. We had shots while she dressed (and I use that term in a purely symbolic sense). In fact she removed the lingerie and put on a sweater and a very short skirt.

Let me interject here that G is a damn fine woman. 5’2”, long blond hair, sea green eyes, and a nice tight ass… high firm breasts, and an exquisite neck.

‘Lets hit it doll,’ I tell her barely able to conceal my raw enthusiasm. She came to me slowly so I could drink her all in… Reached up and put her arms around my neck and gave one her ever so tender kisses. All the while I’m sliding my hand up her inner thigh until I find what I’m looking for. My fingers came back dripping… She took my hand and pulled my fingers into her mouth. About now I’m melting.

‘Baby tonight anything goes,’ there is nothing else she could have said to have more thoroughly driven me over the edge.

She is normally reserved and traditional, but when we play, she lets it all hang out. I have far more experience, but when she lets loose she’s hell to keep up with.

So we leave the house to go eat… Mexican seems to be the consensus. In the car, I let my free hand stroke and caress her inner thigh absentmindedly. Knowing full well the effect this was having. I’d let my hand slide all the way up her thigh stopping always just shy of her dripping cunt. I could even feel her tense and lean into my hand trying for some contact, but that is against the rules.

We got to the restaurant and had more shots; halfway into our salad plate I feel her hand on my crotch…

‘Oh my! Is that for me.’ Any answer would have been excessive. ‘Lets take our food to go, I want to have drinks.’ Tell me… what would you do?

In 5 minutes we are in the car heading for a bar in the 20th floor of a hotel in town. It was glassed in on three sides and offered an excellent view. Even better it was always nearly empty and played mostly jazz. We were the only ones there except the 20ish college girl looking bartender. G sat with her back to the windows. Which was odd because that was usually my first move. But, I could see the bartender’s reflection in the window as she walked to our table, and I saw a very surprised look pass over her. When I looked at G she had managed to sit with her legs open enough that this cute young bartender could totally see her tender bits, and still make it look naturally accidental. Our college girl couldn’t keep her eyes away. Even with my considerable vocabulary I just don’t have the words to do this scene justice… G’s nonchalant brazen flashing of the younger girl, her cool almost imperceptible smile, deep green eyes flashing raw, unabashed sexuality… The look of embarrassment, surprise, curiosity, and naked lust on the face of the bartender.

She took our order and brought back drinks, White Russian for G, and 2 shots of Mescal for me. I’m watching her reflection in the window and she keeps her eyes on G virtually the entire time she pours our drinks and the entire walk over. G greets her by leaning forward to take her drink, breasts almost spilling out and fully visible… She reaches out to balance herself with her hand on my leg and puts it squarely in my already raging erection. So coy, accidental but yet so absolutely calculated. Intended both for our waitress now voyeur, and her husband now mute. And I have to say it takes a lot to shut me up.

After our second round of drinks, under the intense gaze of our watcher, we went on walked out onto the dance floor where we slow danced not 10 feet from the bar... and I mean slow, close, grooving, I could have cut glass with my erection. We begin to kiss, long deep soul burning kisses. I caught a glimpse of our pretty young friend, eyes locked in rapt attention, lips slightly parted almost as if to be a participant in the kiss along with us. Our voyeur now was our amante de la sombra, our shadow lover. By now it is after midnight and the bar is still deserted.

G suddenly breaks the embrace and takes my hand leading me urgently toward the door… I chanced a parting glance at our isolated, lover. In her eyes and in her mind she followed us. G led me into the hallway and directly into a darkened, cavernous, empty meeting room. There were windows along one wall and we had front row seats to an awe-inspiring thunderstorm.

I took her into my arms and pulled her to me roughly and attacked her lips. Our hands were a blaze of activity scavenging each other’s bodies. I lifted her off the ground lowered her onto a table. Her skirt riding up and exposing her shaved cunt. As the storm raged outside the window I pulled her to the edge of the table and knelt down, and began to devour her dripping twat. Her moans of pleasure were so loud I was sure that anyone near could hear us. From between her legs I glanced back toward the door and in a flash of lightning I saw our shadow lover standing, half hidden by a curtain, her skirt pulled up and her hand busy inside her white panties. This vision is forever firmly imprinted in my minds eye.

We made eye contact and our eyes locked. My gaze intensely explored the depths of her soul while my tongue persuasively explored the depths of G’s cunt. The storm outside was the thundering embodiment of G’s building passion, and the darkness into which our shadow lover tried to disappear was akin to the obscure connection we were sharing.

So intense, so intimate, absolutely and thoroughly connected but for all that we could have been a million miles away for the space that was between us. G came loud, long and without inhibition rivaling even the raging storm outside while our shadow lover came in silent shudders.

G reached down and pulled my face to her for a deep kiss and in an instant the reality of the situation washed over me, what would she say if she found out we were watched? What would she feel?

She nibbled my ear and whispered into it… ‘Wanna get a room and invite her along with us?’

Damn she is incredible.

Risky

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her radiant sexuality

She comes to me on a dream… a stream of consciousness lover who more than any other anticipates my needs, desires and fantasies. She is so much younger. And in spite of my extensive sexual adventuring she always takes me to a fresh place… newer, hotter, edgier. I never know where our encounters will lead.

She radiates sexuality... In her presence sex is never more than a breath away.

Tight narrow ass, round firm breasts, lips that beg to be kissed, or to be wrapped around my cock. Sweet tight snatch with no trace of hair. The only thing she has less of than pubic hair is sexual inhibnitions. She will fuck me anytime, anywhere, anyway… I love it.

In all of my life I’ve been the one to lead, but here I have met my match. Every time I raise the bar she manages to take it higher. Not that I mind, I love to be challenged. Her passion seems to know no bounds. She is all woman… hot, imaginative, willful, independent. But at the same time she’s just a girl. Vulnerable, sweet, tender.

There’s not a bit of shyness, or dishonesty in. What she shows you is what you get.

I long to feel her hot ragged breathing on my throat… to hear her sweet voice in my ear, lips barely brushing my skin… begin me to bring her satisfaction.

She is my muse, my inspiration… my obsession.

I dream of her all of the time, but the dreams are never as sweet as the time we share.

And she can always turn me on even from 3000 miles away.

I can just feel her small warm body in close to mine and the feel of her warm lips engulfing my cock.
She is so fine.

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