She wondered what He was up to. They had just completed the filming portion of their planned encounter. She knew him well enough to know he was going to do the typical "shower scene" so soon after ejaculating. She had already wiped his semen from her face, yet, here he was, pulling her back into the bathroom, his cock still erect. It was his erection that held her imagination. Perhaps he was going to use the shower as a place for the second encounter, after all. Since they met, He had claimed she dominated his fantasies. She realized she would find out soon enough-and feeling his cock inside her again was not a bad thought.
She decided to with it. She, despite herself, had grown to trust him more than many people she knew for much longer-there was something about his humility that made lying an impossibility.
She followed him into the bathroom where he quickly grabbed his overnight pouch. He looked back her, that impish grin on his face. She quirked an eyebrow, revealing that she had no idea what the hell He was up to, which made him smile impossibly wider. They exchanged silent laughs at the exchange and he went back to the pouch and unzipped the leather pouch. She expected to him to retrieve another condom for use in the shower. She was wrong.
"I didn't know what exactly you used, so I brought all the stuff I could," he explained as he started to remove items from the pouch.
As He laid item after item along the counter, She began laugh. Soon, along the counter was a veritable collection of shaving razors, gel and foamy shaving creams, cotton balls, peroxide, and an electric hair trimmer. She looked down to her neatly trimmed pubic area and remembered his request.
"You're so silly," she said, now her trademark compliment for him, as he continued to surprise her with requests that no "normal" guy would want. This was just the latest in the series of requests and whatnot that came from him.
"It's not silly," He replied, not addressing the silly,but making reference to the request. "I've never seen it done. And I want to."
"Okay. But it's no big deal."
"It is to me." He said, sitting on the bowl of the tub, freeing the more comfortable toilet seat for her to do her work. She grabbed the electric clippers, plugged it in, and sad down. Clicking on the unit, she swiped the clippers down, quickly clearing the thiin area of pubic away, the brunette hairs falling away.
"Slowly!" He exclaimed. "It's not like I get to see this all the time."
She giggled. "Well, I usually do this in the shower."
"Okay. And I can appreciate that, but slow it down. I want to enjoy this." He said, his eyes still on the little stubble remaining.
Grabbing the foamy cream, she took care in making sure she was overly deliberate in taking the time put the cream on her other palm before applying it to her pubic region, which brought an exasperated sigh from him.But he remained silent. Then she went to work.
She expertly appiled the foamy cream all about her pubic region, taking care not to get any in her vagina. He looked on with supreme curiosity; a child listening to a great fairy tale. Soon she had a razon and was going about her vaginal area, expertly removing any stuble. After the first swipe, she looked up to find him mezmorized, his cock more erect than before. She smiled and went back to what she was doing. Shortly after, her entire pubic area was shaven. She pointed to the counter and he grabbed the washcloth and ran some more water on it and wrung it tightly before handing the cotton cloth to her. She wiped the remaining cream away.
"Happy now?" She said, never truly understanding his fascination in witnessing the shaving process.
"Very happy, actually." The reply was the truth for he found the entire act so beautiful and arousing-how delicate and precise she was with the razor.
"I remember something about you doing something for me if I shaved in front of you."
Without a word, he shifted on the rim of the tub, spreading his legs. Grabbing his hard cock, he began to pump his shaft. He knew the second orgasm was harder than the first. But had been withholding from any sort of activity, coital and masterbatory, which would cause him to use any of his "reserves". They had come to reffering the process as "being on the wagon". He had reserves, but that did not matter. She had become the focus of his passion long ago. He could have gotten off without reserves just by envisioning any of the pix she sent or even remembering any of the sessions of phone sex they had.
She loved to see guys pleasuring themselves. There was something about the way a man would increase speed then decrease. She had often wondered what it would be like to be a guy for one day; to feel the urge to bang anything with tits and feel an erection grow. She loved being a woman, but she could not help but wonder how it felt to be the one doing the penetrating. Now here He was, jerking-off for her. She felt herself becoming wetter already.
He looked to her mouth, remembering what those lips felt like wrapped around his cock, and how she had sucked him dry just minutes earlier. His hand pumped faster, the arousal making his cock throb. He looked to her eyes and found them engrossed in his pumping hand. He felt a surge of pleasure an the first moan escaped his lips, a low and gutteral purr. He saw her hand unconsciously go to her kitty and begin to rub.
She loved his cock. It was not the biggest she had, nor the most attractive. She loved the way it responded to her. This was all for her and his cock was hard for her. She realized she was masterbating too. Her pussy ached for it-watching a man pleasure himself being very high on her list of turn-ons. She looked on in complete pleasure as he pumped it faster, his hands blurring. That must feel really good, she thought.
He did not know what it was that made her liked watching so much. And, normally, he would have been far too embarraassed to Make the Snake Spit in front of anyone. But there was to factors at play her: one, a deal is a deal, and, two, He really wanted to see if she got as turned-on as she had said. To his ulitmate delight, the latter was true. He watched her lean back and insert a finger inside her as she brought her other hand down to continue to stimulate her clitoris. When she let out a moan, his cock reacted, the fist signs of his climax building. In turn, he moaned.
She licked her lips and bit on the bottom, her eyes litterally burning with desire. She wanted him, and that throbbing cock of his, insider her, yet, she wanted to keep watching him manipulate it in a way she never mastered. She felt her orgasm ready for release. She closed her eyes, moaning and sighing loudly, and let loose her orgasm.
He looked to her kitty and saw the flow of her juices covering her hand. His eyes shot wide as he took note of the amount. Damn!, he thought as he pumped harder, his aroused cock fully erect. He wanted to bend her over and just bang away at her and fill her with his cum to have it mix with her juices.
She soon came down from her orgasm and looked to him again, her desires beginning to take hold of her. She inserted a second finger and pumped herself harder and faster than before. They were both lost in a masterbatory frenzy, lost in serparate fantasies, but both longing to merge with each other. She watched him jack that dark and enticing cock and wanted to have him shoot on her face again.
He groaned again, his load approaching. He spread his legs futher, planting his feet firmly on the floor. He leaned back, shifting his jerking to have his shaft point straight to up. His hand went impossibly faster.
She took note of his scrotum, the testies comletely contracted. He was going t come soon. And so was she. She was not one to masterbate. But she knew how to touch herself, when found the urge to do so. And watching him do this was worth wating a week to allow her pubic hair to grow.
His grunts became lower and more frequent. He was still on the thoughts of her sucking his cock. It had never took much from her to turn him on. It was her-her personality, her outlooks, her honesty, and, yes, her appearance-that had him feeling like a teen again. The slightest thought caused him to sprout an erection. Now she was in front of him Tickling the Bango due to watching him jack-off. He grunted again, the memory of her sucking him and seeing her touch herself being more than enough to arouse him enough for release.
"Where do you want it?" He asked, making sure she had it however she pleased.
"Just shoot." She said, nearly breathless, not caring where he shot his load, but that she bore witness.
His head flew back as his load built. He grunted and maoned, heralding his release. She looked on intently, not wanting to miss any part of the action. His hand was a blur, then it slowed, pumping the hard shaft. He looked back down at her, a look of pain present on his dark face.
He allowed his cock to fill, the slower pumping allowing continued stimulus without manually causing him to fire before he was truly ready. There was always an exquisite pain accompanying the orgasm. His grunts were strained as he held on for as long as he could.
She smiled as the first spurt left his cock, landing halfway between them. As the next three spurt left, she felt her arousal building to release and she moaned in turn.
"Oh shit," came his response to her noises, and he felt a surge as more spurts exited his cock. He continued pumpling until he was no longer ejaculating. He released his hold on his penis, breathing heavily. He looked to see a wide smile on her face, which reminded him of a kid opening presents on Christmas. He smiled in return, still breathing too heavily to speak.
He followed her eyes down, and saw the drops of semen on the floor tiles. It was more than usual, but he had been saving for a while. He grabbed the towel from the counter and wiped the sweat from his brow. He looked back to her and once again found the urge to kiss her. But they were not filming; He could not touch her. It was not an agreement made, but, rather, a sensation He felt from her body language.
She looked at him, wondering what that look on his face was all about. Perhaps he is thinking of his ex, she thought, still unsure that particular expression. She decided to leave him to his thoughts. He has always been a heavy thinker, in her observations, always thinking past the moment. He had given her this moment and she was both happy and grateful.
"You know," He said, breaking the silence a bit later, "most people would have just screwed like bunnies in the shower."
She laughed; he had a way with comical deliveries. "Yeah, I guess they would."
"If this was a prono, guys would return it saying: I watch porno to spank, not have the performers spanking! Give me my money back!"
She lauged harer, enjoying his commentary and secretly relieved that he was coming back to his normal self. "Yeah, I guess they would."
"You do a lot of guessing, don't you?"
"No. I don't rent porn or jack-off so I don't know what I would do."
"Okay, fair enough."
"At least your not hard still. I was beginning to get worried."
"Worried?"
"Yeah. Like you were locked in hard mode."
"That's a good place to be-if you can find pants and underwear to accommodate.
"Silly."
"That's right." He replied, causing another laugh. "So should we give our viewers what they want?"
"We don't have any viewers. You saw me turn the camera off."
"Okay. Do you want to give me what I want?"
She chuckled as she opened the translucent shower and entered wihtout shutting the door behind her. "You coming?"
AN UNLIKELY MATCHING, PART THREE
My Fiction
An Unlikely Matching Part Three
By Rob Evans
"Of course I'm coming," came his reply as he followed into the shower. She had a wonderful mischief about her. There was a sensation brewing in the back his his head, one that would bother him for some time. Normally, he would dwell on the thought, seeking his truest feelings on the subject, but there was something in her azure eyes that refused to allow him to anything aside from living in the present. He silently thanked her for that-she would never know how much it meant to be free of his own mind.
"Well get in here," She said, closing the translucent shower door, sealing them both inside. The inside had more than enough room for two to move about. She was very much accustomed to the finer, more luxurious things this life had to bear. If she was going to be in a room, it would be a suite.
He moved to the wall furthest from the shower head. He never knew just what temperature was right. Women always talked about scaldingly hot water, yet managed to take the same type of shower he was accustomed to. So, on the few times he got to shower with a woman, he allowed his partner to pick the temperature. Besides, this tactic allowed for him to get another shot of her awesome ass.
The thought brought a smile to his face. A smile that She caught and gave a sidelong glace at before going to the showerhead to prepare the water. He looked to her ass, recalling how she claimed to have a "Black booty" simply because it had shape and dimension. He recalled the day they met face-to-face and making sure he got a good look at her "Black booty". His smile turned into a chuckle as he recalled the amusing conversation that ensued afte he told her about how she definitely did not have an ass, though very nice, did not qualify for the label of "Black booty".
She turned, curious as to what he was chuckling at. If it had been anyone else, she would have felt self-conscious and nervous about the laughter. But He was different. Nearly everything about him was different. He had a wit and a charm which never ceased to win her smile over. And his mind! It was always thinking. She wondered on more than one occasion if his thoughts, alone, made him tired. Though he claimed he did not, she was convinced he overanalyzed everything. Now, he's laughing at my back, she thought as she sized him up.
"What's so funny, Mister?"
He continued laughing, reveling in her interest being piqued. On many occasions, he wondered if he was too boring for her. To his delight, he was not. She, too, found great enjoyment in their friendship; the joint-arousal was an added perk! He tried to hold his laugh back, but the look on her face, so comical to him at the moment, only made him laugh harder.
She waited, impatient, for him to calm down. A few moments later, having grown tired of wondering why, her hand shot, grabbing at his groin. He jerked reflexively, his hand softly batting her hand away as he turned, defeating the attack.
"Okay, okay okay!" He excitedly exclaimed, realizing her intention was not harm, but inform of her lack of amusemnt.
"Then tell me."
"I was just thinking of how you don't have a "Black booty". And how everyone who is non-black tries to say you do."
She smiled and unconsciously turned to inspect her ass. "I do have one."
"No, sweetie, you don't. I have seen some Black butt in my time. And yours does not fit the bill."
She turned to him, her eyes boring into him, the sincerity lying in the blue pools very clear, "Is it a bad butt?"
"No," He said softly, moving closer and holding her close. "You have a great ass. One that I would never share. I mean, fuck, it's hard for me to even 'rent' it tonight and give it up."
She laughed. He had a way of putting things which were truly eclectic. Further, the man had an unconscious comedic punch to nearly everything he said. And he was so damn sincere. Damn him.
She turned and started the shower. Guided streams of water fell upon her, wetting her dark blonde locks and, soon, the rest of her body. She turned to regard him and began to blush at the expression on his face.
She's so beautiful, he thought. The moment siezing him fully. She was not in the best form, the time sitting behind a desk catching up to her. Nor was she drop-dead gorgous. But she was real. She had charms that he continued to discover and marvel. She was a woman, strong and independent, yet, when you talked past the normal topics, she was still a girl-able to blush at a compliment or honest praise. Mot of all, she was honest and incredibly direct. The last exchange caught him. It was so obvious, she wanted if he thought her ass looked good. She cared enough of his opinion to genuinely care. He was in the middle of the thought, when she turned to him, her wet hair pulled back allowing him to looking into blue pools once more.
He loved to see her blush. It never ceased to raise his self-esteem. There was something between them that would make this night improve the friendship. He did not know what it was, but he knew he would have plenty of time to sort through to discover it.
"What?" She said, slightly moving back, wondering what was on his mind. She loved and hated the effect he had on her. Blushing was one thinig, but his "Look" made her feel too much and that was not part of the plan.
He decided to finally allow himself to follow-through on his emotions. Moving forward, he slipped a hand around her slender waist and pulled her to him. He kissed her, wrapping his other hand around her. Pressing harder, he felt her allow his tongue entry to her mouth. Their tongues softly intertwined, for this was not a kiss to simply arouse, but one of deeper and purer sentiment. I pulled her closer, needing to feel her warmth.
His action had taken her by surprise. When he started to kiss her, she reflexively resisted, not knowing his intent. But he felt so wonderful. And she felt like a goddess when he looked upon her. He wanted a kiss, she would give it him one. As the kiss remained soft and loving, she realized how much she missed this sort of attention. He wanted to kiss her.
She pulled him close, her instinct for closeness awakened and hungry. The world melted away in her ebony lover's embrace. Long and tender moments later, she pulled away, looking him in the eye and running a hand over his bald head. He held still, allowing her to decide if this would continue. He had honor; a trait sorely lacking in his gender-hell, in both genders! She knew He would obey her wish, should she call-off this encounter. More than that, she knew it would never become a source of malice. He cared for her far more than anyone had. And that look in his eyes?
She pulled him back to her, kissing softly once more. Their hands remained stationary, having no need to try to arouse. This was a moment of sharing things other than orgasms. For him, he had a women, if only for this night, who he could simply cherish. For her, she had this moment to finally be herself; to choose to give of herself, and, thankfully, not for sex, but for a time to spend together and sofly loving.
She felt his erection poking into her abdomen, but he make no move, continuing to kiss her gently and holding her close. She thought of kneeling and pleasuring him with her mouth, but resisted knowing that would cheapen this moment.The realization made her hold him closer and fall furhter into the moment. Finally, she was more than a body, but a spirit whom this man treasured though he would never have her on any consistent basis. How deep his feelings must run, she realized. She knew this moment would revisit her more than once. More than that, she knew she want to have this feeling again-and would have a difficult time achieving it with anyone else.
They exited the shower, having washed each other's bodies. He still was semi-erect, her presence enough to keep him aroused. He had spent the better part of two weeks abstaining from masterbating in hopes of having a great "pop shot" for the video. To his delight, he was ready for more. He thought about the shower and how they had not had sex. As he handed her two towels, he noticed her taking note of the simle on his face.
"The viewers would have been disappointed." He explained, his tone indicating the lack of sex in the last "scene". The statement brought a giggle from her, which soon grew into a outright laugh.
"I guess 'the viewers' will just have to be satisfied with the one scene."
"Yeah. I guess so." He replied, drying his body much faster due to her need to dry her hair and her body. Once dry, he turned to leave, paused and turned back. He moved close and looked her in the eyes.
"Thank you." He said, his tone sincere.
She looked down, his presence and sentiment a bit overwhelming. She felt a finger under her chin softly and gently urging her to look up. She looked into his eyes, warm umber oceans of understanding and spirit, and felt simultaneously weaker and stronger.
"Thank you." He repeated, looking her in the eyes, hoping his point was going across.
"For the sex?" She replied, knowing she was incorrect, but hoping the dodge would break this moment. She enjoyed this feeling a bit too much for her comfort. It was something that was addictive and this night was not anything to judge the future.
"For the kiss." He leaned over, gently kissed her forehead and promptly exited the bathroom.
She stood ther, naked and still dripping, her mind working hard to maintain control over her emtions. The sonofabitch was near-perfect. Great. But he was not hers. She would have to do something to put this back to where it belonged; two awesome friends who shared a exotic evening-not two friends who both secretly long for one another in some sort of Japanese tragic love story.
A moment later, she came up with it. It was officially out-of-bounds, but desperate times calls for desperate measures.
It was perfect, his back was to her as she approached, the excitement building with each silent stride. Reaching him, she turned him around, her force drawing a surprised look form him, and pulled him for a kiss. This kiss dripped of lust and wanton desires. To make sure he got her point, she ran her manicured fingers down past hier scrotum, soflty and deftly grazing the sensitive area, and slipped and finger into the crack of his ass. He jerked as she tapped the opening of his anus. Her other hand went to his awakening cock and began to slowly, deliberately stroke it.
They locked gazeis, her azure eyes burning with carnal desire. He knew there something more going on here than the sensation of the kiss in the shower or the sight of his naked body.
She saw him looking at her, hoping to unravel the mystery of her carnal cravings. She could not allow that. She pressed against his anus once more, drawing another small spasm and a throb in his cock. She knelt, stroking the shaft faster priming it. Soon, he was hard. She looked at the bulbous head and the vein that ran along the top of the shaft, and knew she had to conquer it.
He watched her devour his cock, sucking hard, and moving lower with each successive stroke. He felt his cock touching the back of her throat. Unlike the first time, she did not flinch, merely going at it again from a slightly different angle. Soon enough, her lips were resting against his scrotum and pelvis. He felt her tickle his ass, then felt his cock throbbing inside her warm, wet mouth. He let out a loud, deep groan.
His groan made her efforts worthwhile. She moved her hand to his scrotum and began to massage the sack, taking note avoid squeezing the testes together. She truly loved the way his body reacted to her touch. She started sucking againg, her head moving back and forth along the dark shaft, pleased that she took the entire length in. There was one more thing to do swing this night back into where she wanted. First, he needed to be very hard.
She finished sucking him and crawled onto the bed and retrieved another condom from the nightstand. She casually tossed the contraceptive to him, remaining on all fours. She looked back as he undid the wrapper. After he donned the condom, she began to speak deliberately.
"This is what I want. I want you to shove your cock in my ass and fuck me. I want it hard and fast and deep. Just do it. Make me your whore. Don't use a finger to prep it; just put that shlong inside me and make it hurt. Got it?"
He was so taken aback, He could only nod as he looked back to her ass and thought about obeying her wishes. He was not an ass-master. He had only tried anal once before with less than pleasing results. The idea intrigued him, but he was not sure about technique. More than that, her request was so base. And though he could not deny the arousing effect it had on him, something inside him knew there was something amiss. But all of those thoughts fell away when he looked her ass waiting for his cock to have at it.
He slid his cock, stabbing the tight hole. He watched his dark shaft disappear into her, the walls gripping his cock tighter than any vagina could hope. He heard her grunt from the pain. She moved forward a bit but soon press back hard against him, forcing the entire length inside her. He grabbed her by hip and the shoulder and began to pump her hard.
With each thrust, he slammed his hips forward, the sensations her tight ass was sending drawing out his most primal instincts. Her sounds of ecstacy drove him. He, in turn, was grunting from the carnal pleasures as well, lost in this newly invited erotic exit. Each thrust slid home, his pelvis sending ripples over her ass and bringing a moan from her. She sounded wonderful-though she would never agree-and felt immaculate.
Her mind was lost as he felt his cock ramming her so hard and fast. No longer did she think of anything but the moment. His cock filled her so nicely; not being too big to make sitting the next day too uncomfortable. She found herself becoming very vocal, nearly screaming, as she uged him on to harder and faster speeds. She felt her arousal building. She would have an orgasm soon. There was something special about an anal sex orgasm. They were intense-and she would like nothing more than to have one with him. It would truly end this night perfectly.
At this rate, he would cum soon. She felt too good, he was going too fast, and her round ass was too tight to avoid ejaculating. Would love to have just released his seed, but he wanted to do something before this night was over. He thought the filming was the only time he had to join with her. Now, with that being false, he wanted to make up for the chance he missed earlier.
He was about to pull himself out of her when she began to come. He found it hard to believe that a woman could have an anal orgasm, but, as his scrotum tapped against her pussy, he could not deny the fact that each successive thrust found a wetter sensation. He hoped he could hold out until she came down from her orgasm.
Luckily he did. She was spent. No longer did she push back against his thrusts. She fell forward breathing heavy. He pulled himself from her and removed the condom. He reached over, and grabbed another, opened it, and slid the latex gasket onto his his erect unit.
"Come on, baby, let's see if I have that special type you need to hit your spot."
She turned to see him lying on his back and inviting her to get on top. He remembered! She had meantioned her favorite position once and he never forgotten. She cursed his memory as she mustered the strength to climbed atop and get into position.
It was much akin to missionary, but she was facing away. She had found out she had a titled uterus and this position, along with a certain shaped penis, derived some of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced. She did not know if his cock would do the trick, but she hoped the girth would make up for any missing curvature needed. She was still tired from her anal orgasm, but, luckily, this position did consumed very little energy.
Once she was on top, he moved his legs up, giving her a place to position her feet. She slide his cock inside her, feeling the shaft sliding into her lubricated hole. He felt great. She placed her hands onto his chest, brought her legs up and planted them on his thighs, and began to rock back and forth.
He watched her, wondering if he had what it took to give her pleasure in this position. Unlike other positions, he was next to useless; it all lied in the shape of his cock. He had to know-even though this may be their only encounter. He heard her sound growing in pitch and rate, arousing him more.
"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed as she rocked faster, guiding his cock some area inside, feelign the head scrape against it, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her. She did not care how she sounded, lost in a world. Later she would curse his name-for being so tender, caring, skilled, and, now, for having a cock that would satisfy her in all ways. But that was later. Right now, she had stars exploding behind her eyes.
She came hard and in a rush. Her speed had increased to a feverish pace as her climax built. Now she was still, the pleasure still flowing through her body. She let it out in the form of moans and coos. She sucked in hard, closing her legs together, trying to hold onto the sensation she was feeling. Later, she would ask him what she said, for she did not remember. Nor did she care.
His smile was that of a child. He reveled in her pleasures. After she came down from her orgasm, he motioned her off so he could look at her. Looking into her eyes, he saw the simmering passion there and took pleasure in that. He saw her expression change from the simple relaxation of the moment to the need to pleasure him.
"No, honey," he said, carressing her cheek. "Just relax and enjoy the moment."
"But you-" She started to say before being cut short by a finger placed on her lips.
"I'll be fine. This ends perfectly right here. With you being satisfied and me ready for more."
She really, really hated him and all his charm and thoughtfullness.
Rob Evans
September2000 |
