My bones feel like lead and my muscles protest as I lift the a box. I’ve moved and unpacked through the entirety of yesterday and today. There are empty boxes scattered around, and I unload the last box and toss it onto the rest. My body is soaked with sweat, brought on by both the exertion and the fact that I haven’t turned on the central air yet. I tilt my head back and swallow the last of my beer, and head to the kitchen for another. It’s the last bottle. I grab it and take off my sodden shirt, pressing the cold brew against my face, the condensation from the glass mixing with the sweat on my skin.
Knock knock. Curious, I wonder if it’s a new neighbor as I cross the room to the door. I open it. It’s you. You’re wearing a lovely blue dress and there’s a 12- pack of beer in your arms.
“Hi!” I say, “Come in! I just ran out of beer—your timing is perfect! You’re my first official visitor.”
You come in and look around at the living room, still in a bit of chaos. I put the 12-pack away, grabbing a pair for us first, and apologize for my semi-nakedness.
You look me up and down with a wry smile and say, “Don’t cover up on my account. I kinda like the view.” I feel a slight blush in my cheeks.
I take you on a short tour of the rooms; short, of course, because it’s not a very large apartment.
“How do you like it so far?” you ask as we walk back toward the living room.
“It’s smaller, but I think I like that, actually.”
You take a sip of your beer and a drop of water from the sweating bottle falls onto your cleavage. Absentmindedly, you gently rub the drop into your skin as you look at the art on the walls. “You know,” you say, “I think it’s cooler outside than it is in here. Let’s sit out on your balcony.”
We remove ourselves to the bench I have placed out there and sit in the darkness. There were so many lights where I used to live that it was never really dark, even at night— there was always a soft glow from the sky. But here, it’s pitch black, and the stars are visible in the night sky.
From somewhere beyond the balcony, there’s a sound of bass, the beat heavy and rhythmic. We start talking and laughing, and the twelve-pack gradually empties. We talk about work, and people, and life. You’re telling me things, and we open up like never before to each other. I finish my latest beer and I get up to get another. You ask for one also.
When I come back, I slide your beer, keeping it upright, between your legs, and your dress begins to slip up your thighs. Instinctively, you close your legs and the cold bottle presses against your skin. You gasp and grab the bottle, lightheartedly cursing me.
But I notice you don’t pull your dress back down over your knees.
Now we’re looking at each other, and yet our eyes are looking everywhere else. I drop my hand and my fingers graze your knee. I feel you tense a bit. I leave them there.
Things make small noises in the dark, and I look up at the stars. Something in your breathing, or just your presence, changes, and I look over at you. Your eyes are gazing at me, and then they flutter closed, as you lean over and kiss my cheek. I inhale deeply, breathing in the warm smell of your skin as your lips remain fixed to my cheek.
I begin to turn slightly toward you and your mouth begins to glide onto mine. We kiss like that for a long time. My arm slides around you, alighting on your hip like a butterfly on a flower petal.
I am so nervous right now. My chest is tight, and yet I’m taking deep gulps of air as we kiss. Your lips slowly part open and your tongue delicately touches mine, and I fight the urge to devour your mouth. I try to, instead, take it slow, as you seem to want to do. My heart is shuddering in my chest and I wonder if you can feel it trembling beneath my skin. When you draw back, breaking the union of our lips, my stomach sinks.
“Wow,” you say, “How did that happen?”
“I’ll refresh your memory,” I whisper and lower my mouth to yours.
I feel your hands on me now, one around my neck the other running up and down my arm. I put my other hand on your arm, drawing you closer. Our pace has sped up, and we’re now almost frantic in our contact.
“Get…a…blanket,” you gasp, “And we’ll get more comfortable.” I somehow tear myself from your embrace and run inside, grabbing the first blanket-like thing I see. I unfurl it on the balcony and we fall into each other’s arms, sinking to our knees.
You push me flat on my back and straddle my waist, and slowly, teasingly, unbutton your dress. You shrug your arms out of the garment and reach behind your back to unfasten your brassiere, first slipping one strap from your shoulder then the other, and I watch as your breasts emerge from their concealment. I am transfixed by the sight of them. I raise a shaking hand to touch one of them, and feel your warm flesh fill my palm.
You brush my hand away and lean forward to slide them across my face. I shut my eyes and focus on the feel of them against my skin. A hardening nipple comes grazing across my lips and I instinctively fasten onto it, my tongue swirling circles around it. You let out a half-sob as I slide my hands up under your dress, feeling the satin softness of your thighs. My hands roam everywhere under your dress, caressing, touching, clenching.
You slide down, so we can again kiss and press your breasts against my chest. I like that a lot, the feel of them, bare skin to bare skin, mashed against me.
One of my hands, without my thinking of it, reaches and undoes my pants, freeing my rigid shaft to bound up against your thigh, making you twitch as you realize what that hardness against your leg is.
Then I gently pull your panties from their position where they cover your mound, to one side, exposing you. I plunge my fingers into you and feel that tight, hot, wet tunnel wrap around my fingers. You shudder and begin to rise and fall, impaling yourself on my fingers. I stretch my thumb and begin to rub furiously all along your slit, and I twist my wrist so that my fingers buried in you spin back and forth.
“I…want…to get…inside you,” I moan between kisses. You murmur a wordless assent, more of a sigh, really, and I feel your hand slide down between us, gripping me, holding me vertical. I slide my fingers from out of you and start pinching your full and luscious ass.
You put the tip of me just inside you and then drop down all the way, taking as much of my length as you can get inside you, in one motion. I can feel the wonderful milking sensation of your inner muscles as your body embraces my shaft.
You begin to rise and fall, slowly at first, and then, sitting upright, you quicken your pace. My eyes dart between your face, your head thrown back and eyes clenched shut, and your bouncing breasts, wiggling with each pistoning motion of your hips.
I put my hands on your hips, gripping them tightly and assisting your movement. For a second it almost feels like I’m jacking off using your body, and I feel a little surge of dirty excitement at the idea. There’s a muffled spanking sound on every down stroke, as your ass slaps against my thighs.
Our bodies are glistening in sweat and our movements are becoming slower and more uncontrolled.
“Let’s switch,” I gasp, and you look down at me. “I have a position I think you’ll like.”
I guide you down on your back, regretfully pulling out of you. I lie next to you, on my side, and grab your legs and drape them over my body. I end up at an angle to you, so from above we resemble an “X”, and wiggle closer, until I can slide my hardness back inside that tightly fitting glove.
“Touch yourself,” I whisper fiercely, as my hips move, in and out of you sliding my stiff rod. You look at me, confusion on your face. I grab your hand and guide it to between your legs, pressing your fingers against your sopping lips. “I want you to touch yourself, please yourself. I want to watch you do it.”
Hesitantly, you start, moving your fingers gingerly around until you glance against that swollen pearl. I can tell by the shiver that goes across your stomach and the tightening around my girth that you’ve realized what you can do to yourself. Your fingers begin to rub and caress, and your breathing is heavy and sporadic.
I reach out my hand and roughly seize your breast, squeezing it in my hand. Your moan and the arching of your back betray your enjoyment. I throw myself up, supporting myself on my outstretched arm, so your leg sticks straight up in the air, and the different angle means I can sink even deeper into you, slamming against sensitive and virgin depths. You make a “ghh” sound as I plunge into you, pounding your sopping hole, filling it to the bottom.
“I’m going to come,” I hiss, and you look up at me. “I’m going to take it out and then you’re going to jack me off, so that I come all over you.” You smile, and I begin to feel the explosion building in my balls. I wrench myself free from your tight grip, and straddle your prone body. You spit quickly on your palm and frantically stroke me. My hips begin to shake, and I gasp as my come shoots out, drops spraying across your breasts, and a jet or two even spurting onto your face, splashing across your cheeks and open mouth. I reach out a hand and smear it around your breasts and your face, and you lick my fingers clean.
“Now, we can really fuck,” I say, and my still hard shaft promises more.
I reach down and help you up off the blanket.
Inside, I and grab your dress, bunched up on your hips, and jerk it down. It falls around your ankles. As you step out of it, I take hold of your arms and pull you close. You can feel my hard shaft against your belly. I kiss you hard and cruelly. Your arms go up around my neck, and my hands wander across your body. There’s no gentleness in my manner now, only need.
I seize you and spin you around, and you gasp in alarm. Taking your panties in my hand, I tear the thin fabric that crosses your hips, and toss them to the ground in front you. I take your hair in my hand, and pulling firmly, I guide you to the front of the couch. I force you to your knees, pressing your upper body against the seat cushions, so your round, beautiful ass sticks up and out into the room. I kneel behind you, and taking my throbbing stiff cock, I bury it into your hole. You moan as you feel your wet passage crammed with my hard penis. Your arm snakes beneath you, and your hand starts working your clitoris, driving conscious thought from your mind.
My hard pole is banging into you; the force of it propels you forward, your legs pressed against the sofa. Every thrust into you drives the air from your lungs, and your eyes squeeze shut, concentrating your attention on the wonderful feelings between your legs. My hands grip your hips, dragging on my hard shaft as I ride you wildly. Your thighs are wet with the juice streaming out of your snug opening. Your cunt begins to spasm, and you can feel the building release washing over you. Your half-open mouth begins to mew, as the gratification of your hungry body finally spills forth, and you moan in ecstasy as every pleasurable bit of your orgasm hits you.
Your round ass is moving frantically around, as I swing in and out of your pussy. I reach out and grab a bottle of hand lotion, squirting some if it onto your backside. I rub the lotion onto you; I like the slick feeling of your skin beneath my hands. When I lean back, I can see my cock disappearing into your dripping and swollen lips, and the little, clenched bud right above it, centered in the crack of your sweet and luscious ass.
My fingers are skating along your oiled behind, and I abruptly give you a smack. Not a soft spanking, but a ruthless slap that leaves your skin tingling and pink. You gasp, a surprised sound that you make again as my other hand gives a matching slap to your other cheek. The conflicting sensation of my massage and my spanking short circuits your nervous system and your body begins feels both as pleasure.
Your breasts are crushed flat against the soft cushion, and your hips are going back and forth, taking my shaft deep inside you, then out, then back in. Your finger is stroking your clit, swollen and so responsive. The feel of my hands rubbing your ass, and then randomly spanking you, sends ripples down your insides. There’s no rhythm to the slaps that make your curved cheeks quiver, the warm stinging heating your skin and your mind. It all feels good.
You feel something cold sliding down the gap between your cheeks…lotion? A fingertip starts to slide up and down that furrow, smearing the lotion all around. You tense as the rubbing touches your tight, clenched asshole, but it only presses lightly against it, making circles around your taut opening. Your body momentarily freezes, before the incoming sensation registers as titillating. The finger keeps orbiting, slowly pressing more determinedly. Can you feel your muscles start to loosen? Your asshole is starting to accept the very tip of my finger, just a little bit of the fingertip’s pad. The pressure keeps building, pressing and sliding against your hole. It widens more, and you start to feel a warm pleasure spreading out from the gentle massage.
You feel the hard cock in you withdraw a little, and when you lunge back to take it back in you all the way, that motion allows that probing finger to penetrate your ass. You freeze momentarily, unsure of what to do, before your desire overwhelms your anxiety and you acquiesce to it, pushing back farther, feeling the finger and the shaft go deep inside you. Your mind is racing to absorb this new sensation. It’s not unlikable, but it’s so different.
My finger is all the way in your tight hole, and I curl it downward, rubbing the sides of your tight tunnel. That sends new waves of pleasure through you. I slide it in and out, alternating with my rigid rod sliding in your hotly flowing cunt like a lance. With my free hand, I splash more lotion around my finger, and gently begin to insinuate a second finger. Your tight ring begins to yawn open, taking both fingers. When both are in you fully, your ass feels stuffed, and you start to tremble with the new excitement of being finger-fucked there.
“Do you know what I’m going to do now?” I ask, and punctuate my question with a slap on your gyrating bottom. “I’m going to bury my thick, hard cock in your ass, and fuck you silly.”
Your breath stops at my words, and your body convulses with anticipation.
I withdraw from both your wide, open holes, and put the tip of my bright red head at the loosened ring of your ass. I spread your ass cheeks with my hands, and start to slowly draw you back onto it. You feel it begin to press into you, stretching your flesh around its engorged shaft. I’m so stiff the blood vessels are standing out all along its length. You gasp as the tip pops in, and I pause, letting you get used to the new feeling.
Then I resume the exciting progress, looking down to see my thick rigid cock sliding into your ass. I like that a lot, and say, “Oh, I wish you could see me sliding into you.” You turn your head over your shoulder and smile, and slide your other hand down to your lonely loins, and play with yourself even more, sliding fingers all over and in your wet folds.
I’m finally buried inside, my belly pressed against your body, and my balls against your lips. I tense my muscles, and you can feel me throb inside you. You feel stuffed, full in a way that you never felt from having me in your slit, and the lewdness of it is making you excited.
I start to slide in and out, adding a squirt of lotion, so that you have a slick and tight hold around me. I glide in and out of that firm ring, and every time I withdraw, you slide your fingers into your wet hole, so that there’s always something inside you, sending waves of pleasure through you.
The wonderful feeling of being deep inside you is driving me to the brink, and I start to speed up, hammering into you. I give you a spank, and then another. Your ass jiggles with every inward thrust, and I can feel my second orgasm coming. I grab your hips, to keep my body from falling over, and keeping riding you. You’re making moaning sounds now, and I get even more turned on by the sound of your pleasure. I can feel my explosion imminent, and ask, “Do you want me to come inside you?”
You force out the words, between gasps of exquisite delight, “Yes, come inside me.”
With the sound your words, I drop my resistance, and my hot surge erupts within you. You can feel it flooding your tight hole, and I give a yelp of release as I convulse again inside you.
We collapse against the couch together, our bodies entangled like so many moving boxes.
Originally published December 2008