Cute Girls

Dana and Charles had met online and decided after many months of steamy instant messaging and some hot phone calls they should meet, this is their story…..

Dana looks at herself once more before walking out the door, she’s staring at a woman in the mirror, a brighter version of herself. She sees eyes the color of the ocean in the Florida Keys, a blue-green that you don’t see anywhere else. She notices full lips and a small spray of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She frowns a bit as she takes in the two things she hates about her face, her high cheek bones and her eyebrows, never happy with her looks she sighs and says a quick prayer and heads out the door. She moves quickly down her steps and checks herself for any new pains. She laughs at her foolishness, she just celebrated her 40th birthday, no need to worry today over any new pains, they’ll still be there tomorrow.

Charles is pacing the floor. He’s early and keeps glancing at his watch. He’s all ready showered, shaved and dressed, he might as well go down to the hotel bar and have a drink, before he has to replace the carpeting. All he can think is that he hopes she shows, or maybe hopes she doesn’t. His thoughts are in jumbles as he makes his way to the bar. Passing a hall mirror he takes stock of himself, he sees a somewhat fit man, not looking to bad for his late 50’s. He may be retired but he still works out and could probably keep up with the young pups these days. He shrugs and decides to be honest with himself and rethinks that, he could take on the 30 year old guys. His salt and pepper hair isn’t going anywhere and his dark blue eyes are often a big conversation starter that women often use to approach him.

Pulling into a parking spot Dana checks her appearance for the hundredth time. This time she sees a woman whose eyes are huge, like a deer caught in the headlights and is frozen not knowing which way to go. Closing her eyes she inhales a few gulps of air and pinches the color back into her cheeks and exits the vehicle. Closing the door, she smoothes down her skirt and walks slowly to the hotel entrance. The scent of freshly picked lilacs fill the hotel lobby and a bellman approaches her, takes her bag from her hands and leads her to the desk. She checks in and notices the time, deciding that it is now or never, she tips the bellman and asks him to take her bags to her room. She puts a smile on her face and begins to head to the hotel bar, where they said, they’d meet. She hopes he’s there or maybe she hopes he isn’t, she really just isn’t sure.

Charles drinks his Jack’n Coke as he waits for Dana. He lets the liquid slide down his throat and thinks back to the day they met. He’d logged on the computer that morning just to kill some time, usually he doesn’t even mess with the contraption. He smiles as he realizes that if it wasn’t for his oldest son needing the thing for school, he’d never met Dana. That morning, he’d been on for a while and was about to leave when a cute chat name entered the room, AuTalkNoAction, that’s the name she used. He remembers feeling his eyebrow raise and thinking to himself that the chatter was probably decent. He decided to talk a bit and see if they had anything to offer the room in a way of a new topic.

Dana walks into the bar and slowly runs her eyes across the hotel guest and pauses briefly on the single men in the room. She passes over the young pups and the old sailor types and settles her eyes on the back of one man, sitting at the bar. She can see his reflection in the bar mirror and she studies his face. His face is the one that keeps her up at night, tossing and turning when they don’t get to chat and the one she sees just as her eyes close, to lead her into a deep slumber, when they do. She lets the memories rush into her mind as she remembers the first time they made love.

They’d met in chat and had seemed to click right away. The room was lame so he asked if he could join her in a private room. She was thrilled with that, liking the easy banter and light flirty things they both had said, so she offered instead to give him her instant message address and they would chat there. She remembers how the conversation moved from friendly hints of sexual innuendos to the moment when they both began to type more suggestive and thought provoking things. While she read what he typed she felt as if he were in the room with her, his play on words provoked images in her head that led her hands, on paths of exploration and discovery. She’d never pleasured herself before and though he could not see her, she was somewhat embarrassed by her own actions as her hand and fingers brought herself to orgasm. Now after months of chatting, web cam delights and heated phone calls, they would meet and it would be his hand, fingers and his hardness that brought her to that shattering point of release.

He can sense her presence in the room, as if an electric spark ignited and the sizzling sound it makes alerts ones senses to approach with caution. Charles turns just as she walks towards him. He lowers his drink and rises to meet her halfway. He gazes at her and his face opens into a wide smile and the smile reaches his eyes as he watches her smile back. He sees her cheeks rise in color as she blushes, his heart skips, she’d told him many times he makes her blush, but now he gets to see it happen. He takes her hand and leads her to a quite table in a secluded corner. He places his drink on the table as he pulls out her chair and slides her gently in, letting his fingers barely touch her back. His penis grows, just a bit, as he comes away from her. He takes his seat beside her and they face the stage, waiting for the local entertainer to begin.

She is trying to steady her breathing, she felt her muscles tighten when he turned to face her and she is just now having a chance to let them relax. When his hand had taken hers she felt a rush of heat flow from his body up her arm. When his fingers touched her back, her body shivered and she relished in the feel of that brief touch. She lays her hands on her lap after resting her purse on the table, she watches him sit beside her and she takes another breath before taking her first long look at his face. She is scared to say anything, to break the sweetness of the moment, and relieved when he begins to ease her mind, with friendly conversation.

“How was your flight?” he asked in a quiet tone, setting the intimacy of the situation.

“It was fine,” she answered. “I’m glad you came. I wasn’t sure if you would or even if I would.”

“I wasn’t going to miss this for the world.” Charles answered as he leaned closer to her, “You smell beautiful and you look beautiful also. I can hardly believe we’re here together.”

He takes her hand and runs his fingers along hers, turning her hand over, he watches her eyes close while he rubs her palm, pressing it gently. “I’m hardly believing it myself,” she hears herself answer in a soft wispy voice.

The moment is only lost for a brief ripple in time as the entertainment begins and the young singer starts a sensual song in a low melodic voice. Words of love and passion come from her as the room quiets and couples rise to dance and sway in each others arms. Charles takes Dana’s hands in his and leads her to the darkest, furthest part of the bar. He places one of her hands on his shoulder, while she moves the other to wrap around his neck. His hands come around her waist and he pulls her gently to him. He takes his time and leads her in small steps, barely moving at all, barely touching. His eyes close as he rest his head on hers and breaths in the scents that surround him. He smells her shampoo, perfume and her skin. His senses are alert to the rustle of her clothes and the feel of her hot breath. The rise and fall of her chest brings her breast into brief contact with his body. When she relaxes in his embrace he can feel the familiar tug in his slacks that will soon demand attention.

Dana lets his arms glide her in small steps, letting his hands and arms wrap a blanket around them, closing her body from the prying eyes of the room. She rest her head on his chest and presses herself closer to him. She allows her hand to stroke his neck and curl in his hair, while the other slowly drops to his chest, laying itself against his heart, feeling each beat firm and hard against her palm. She takes a deep breath and inhales his scent, the cologne he’s wearing, the soap he’s used on his body and even the fresh crisp scent of his clothes. She can feel the first stirring of his erection against her body and she presses herself closer to it. Her own sex is beginning to throb with a new kind of signal, one so different then the one she feels when she touches herself.

“Dana,” he hears himself whisper “I want to be alone with you. I won’t pressure you, but I just want to be with you, not to share you with others. Can we go?”

In a hushed voice she answers, “Yes, let’s go. I don’t really want to be here either.”

Charles takes her hand and they retrieve her purse from the table, he swallows the last of his drink and leads her through the maze of tables, to the bright lights of the hotel lobby. They are able to walk side by side now, he glances down at her and she up at him. They smile and she finds herself letting her body press closer to him. She takes her hand from his and places it behind his back letting in rest on the gentle swing of his hips, her body tingles as his arm rest on her shoulder. Together they move as one taking steps that will lead them to what each one hopes is incredible.

They pass her room and reach the next door which is his, it is an adjoining room, something they both insisted on, knowing that meeting in person is different then anyone of them may be willing to admit. Charles had wanted her to feel comfortable enough that if she wanted to leave she could so he had allowed her to help with the cost and agreed to the separate rooms, though he knew in his gut that they would never leave his till it was time.

Charles slides his hands from Dana’s shoulders and down her back as she moves her hands from his waist. He smiles to himself knowing he felt her tremble when his hand touched her back as he was moving away from her. He removes his key card from his wallet and he slides it into the door lock. He opens the door and motions her inside. He leans in to smell her perfume as she takes her first steps into their hide-a-way. He walks in behind her, closing and locking the door behind them.

Dana glances quickly to the right and sees the adjoining room door and her stomach settles a little, as she allows herself to walk further into the room. Her eyes are drawn to the bed, and she notices the yellow rose sitting in the center. She walks to it and picks it up, she smiles and brings it to her nose to inhale its sweet scent. “You remembered.” She sighs as she feels him approach, laying the rose and purse on the table.

“I remember everything you’ve ever told me.” Charles answers as he placed his hands on her shoulders and began to press small circles into them. “Everything, we’ve said and done is imprinted on my mind and in my heart.”

“I remember also.” She answers in a whispered breath, as she turns to face him.

He sees in her eyes a mixture of emotions, that he is sure mirrors his own; fear, passion, confusion, hope, need and most of all love. His hand moves to take the pins from her hair, he’s seen her on cam before with her hair down and he loves it. His fantasies have always been to make love to her with her hair cascading along her back, his fingers combing through it, or just to hold her and and feel it touch his body. He places his hand at the base of her neck to support the mass of curls he is freeing and when the final pin is removed he too moves his hands. His eyes watch as her beautiful raven curls fall free from their confinement to rest at the center of her back. His fingers stroke her neck with light touches and he feels her shiver and knows he’s caused a few more trembles in her body. Taking his free hand he his finger along her ear, tracing it softly, then allowing his fingers to comb their way through her hair. It is soft, like satin sliding between his fingers, the fragrance of her shampoo still lingers and he breaths in an array of scents that mingle with each other. The shampoo, perfume and her own unique scent causes an intoxicating feeling and his erection begins to further increase.

Dana closes her eyes and takes her first real deep breath since entering the room, only to feel it leave her body quickly as he touches her neck and strokes her hair. She relaxes in his ministrations and enjoys the attention he is giving her, the little things that she has missed in her other life. She allows herself this moment to let her body enjoy the feeling of being beautiful and being loved. She opens her eyes and lays one hand upon his chest, she focuses on the small patch of hair she can see through the opening of his shirt. Her fingers slowly travel up his shirt to touch the coarse hair of his body, her other hand she allows to rise up between them as she undoes her first button.

Charles feels her fingers upon his body, and can only imagine his own hands upon hers, he puts a small distance between them and takes her hand from his chest. Bringing it to his lips he kisses each finger and slowly draws one digit into his mouth. He watches her eyes glaze over with passion as her chest rises and falls, in a steady rhythm, her tongue snakes out and he shudders as she wets both her lips. His erection has started to become uncomfortable, so he moves himself closer to her, letting the material of his jeans allow him more room. His tongue draws her finger in deeper, her taste is the sweetest thing he’s ever had the pleasure of enjoying. He sucks her finger and lets his thumb continue to press into her palm, massaging it and feeling each crevice and line. Charles takes his other hand and lets it hand cup her breast, he runs his fingers across the fine lines of her bra, just barely visible beneath the fabric. His eyes move from hers to focus on the hard bud that is trying to be noticed.

Her eyes stare at her hand, she can not believe that this sucking he is doing to her finger is causing such knots in her stomach. She feels the roughness of his tongue and the the silkiness of its underneath, as he swirls it over her finger, his lips sealing it shut, tight against freedom. Her finger begins to glide in a rhythm of all its own, mimicking what she wants their bodies to do when they arrive at that point. She knows she will not turn from him, will not stop herself from enjoying this night of loving. She watches her finger being devoured by his mouth as she lets her other hand glide to the button of his shirt, where she begins to work one button and then another. Dana takes a deep breath and allows one last feel of his tongue working her finger, then she moves it to the other hand and works on the remaining buttons that are now a barrier she must get past.

He licks his lips at the lose of her finger and his hand, now empty of hers soon cups her other breast. Charles sucks in air to feed his lungs, that had been held breathless from the will of holding back his need to rip the clothes from her body. He wants this first time to be slow, for her to have everything she had been denied for so long, that they both had been denied from lives they both were responsible for. This was their time and he wanted to savor it, he’d hope later for more meetings, more times to let fire and passion rule them. He watches her nipples bud and press out from her clothes. He teases each one with his thumb, rubbing them simultaneously, listening to her breath come in and out of her body in short hissing sounds. “My god, your beautiful.” he tells her as he feels her hands finish the last of his buttons.

Dana smiles inside at his words and runs her hands inside his shirt, pressing her fingers into his chest, and letting his hair curl around each digit. She feels muscle and skin and lets her hands move to the outer sides of him, feeling his ribs under her palms. His body is both firm and soft, she knows he is older then the other person in her life, but she is still impressed that he is still in very good shape. She loves feeling the ripples his muscles make as she touches them and commits his body to memory. “Mmmm. Chuck. I need your help.” she hears the tremor in her own voice and notices the huskiness that has come out.

Charles smiles as she calls him by his familiar name, and loves the sound in makes as she says it for the first time this evening. She’d called him Chuck many times, but always through the phone, he’d not heard it fall from her lips like this before. It was like a plea of need and want, a need only he could satisfy. He steps away from her and watches her face as she places both arms on his shoulders and slides the shirt down his back and his arms. He helps her finish removing it and then allows himself the pleasure of keeping the distance between them. He lowers his head to her right breast and presses a kiss against the top of it, his other hand rubs her bottom and presses against it. He lets his tongue trace the line of her bra and then to the center of it where he can feel the hardness of the clasp. His tongue goes to the place where the nipple is protruding, begging to be seen. His mouth covers the nipple and he draws the blouse, bra and nipple deep into his mouth. Sucking hard on her so that she can feel the motions through all the layers of clothing. As she gasps and grabs his head, he tightens the hold on her ass and digs his fingers into it’s softness.

Dana feels more wetness spring forth from her body as her pelvis vibrates to the rhythm of his sucking. She pushes his head deep to her breast crushing him to her, her bottom feels like it is being kneaded into submission as his fingers dig into her. Her head falls back and she presses her legs together to feel the vibrations rocking her pussy. “Please Chuck, please. I need your mouth on me, please.” She can’t believe the begging she is doing, but she doesn’t care she is desperate, wanting so much to have him continue his torments to her body without anything in their way. She steps back from him to let her hands grasp each side of her blouse, only having removed two buttons was not enough now, she needed her blouse off now. With a strength that she didn’t know she had ever possessed, she pulled the blouse open. The sound of buttons hitting the floor went unheard as they landed on carpets and bedding.

His need for control snaps as this new twist of sexual need is introduced, her breast barely exposed due to her bra, bring a growl deep from his throat, he reaches for her and tugs the clasp open and pushes each piece of her bra away from her body. He watches as they bounce down from their holding place and his hands grab them to give them support. He brings his mouth to the right nipple, driving his mouth over it and taking it deep inside, sucking hard and moving his tongue over its ripples. He hears her sharp intake of breath and only knows she is loving this because her hands are once again pushing him, pulling at his hair. He continues to bite and suckle her breast while his other hand presses her left breast deep against his palm. He pushes her breast back and then squeezes the nipple tighter, pinching it between his thumb and finger, pulling it and releasing it, only to do the process over and over again.

She pulls and pushes at his head, her pussy is so wet she can feel the moisture gather around her walls to rest at the entrance of her lips, waiting for something anything to enter them so it can escape. She bites her lip and then opens her mouth to hear a sound escape her throat, a sound full of rapture that she is startled by her thriving needs, that keep coming with each tug and pull of his mouth and teeth. The right breast is heavy and her nipples feel like they are being taught a lesson, a lesson of whose they belong to. Both breast have learned they are not hers, but his, they belong to him now, tonight and forever. She feels her knees begin to weaken and she lets her hands hold onto his shoulders, releasing the grasp on his head. Dana digs her hands into his body, as he leaves her breast to press his mouth to her belly.

Charles lets his tongue slide around her belly, over the scar that he knows were caused by the birth of her two youngest children. He runs his tongue and mouth across it, noticing the difference in its texture compared to the skin that lays right beside it. He wishes she had not had to endure this scar, but knows that what came from it, is why they will never be together. He gives that special mark one last kiss as he drops to his knees and looks up to her.

She relaxes her grip on his shoulders and looks into his eyes, he’s loved her breast and loved her body, even for its imperfections. She knows he seeks an answer for the question is his eyes, she runs her finger across his jaw and across his lips and smiles. She turns slightly and lets her hands slide her skirt from her body. Dana presses her hand to her panties and rubs them twice before reaching to remove them.

“Wait,” he hears himself say with a voice deeper then before. “Wait,” he says again.

He rises to his knees and lays his hands upon her waist, he lifts her up to set her gently on the bed. He watches her as she places both hands on the bed and her legs dangle off the side. He wants her sitting up, he wants to love her first, love her with his mouth and his hands. He returns to his knees and his hands grasp her waist to slide her to the edge of the bed.

Dana can feel more moisture seep from her body, she had felt her panties earlier and she knew they were moist, but she also knew he wanted to do this. It was played out in many of their fantasies, she was excited that he still wanted to do this with her, she longed to feel him as she’d only before felt his presence. Her arms lock and stiffen, and her head falls back, as his first kisses assault her.

Charles places his hands on her knees and pushes her legs apart, leaving her panties beckoning him, like a man waiting for the perfect pitch during a game. He waste no time with kissing her thighs, he remembers the hot need they both had just seconds before. He sees in his mind how she tore her own clothes from her breast and he can still fill the tenderness on his head, as she pulled and tugged his hair. He knows he won’t scare her so he launches himself at her panties. He lets his tongue stay soft as he runs it from the bottom of her panties to the top, tasting the moisture that has leaked out. He swallows the saliva that was stimulated by his licking and continues to lap at her panties from top to bottom and then back again. Over and over he does this, sometimes turning his head and stiffening his tongue to move inside her panties. He alternates the different taste of her and feels more moisture come from her body. His hands push her thighs further apart, as far as they will go. He runs his finger to the outer seams of her panties, while his tongue still laps over them. His nose inhales the scent of her moisture as he pushes his nose deeper to her panties, stiffening his tongue he pushes her panties along with his tongue just to the inner edge of her wet lips.

Dana feels as if she can’t get enough air, she collapses back on the bed and brings each hand to her breast. She stimulates the nipples with her finger and thumb, twisting them, and pulling them. She presses her large breast together and lets each nipple touch the other, rubbing them back and forth causing a new friction of skin on skin. She releases her breast and lets one be taunted and teased by her her fingers while her free hand goes to her mouth. She sucks her finger in, stroking it with her tongue and taking it deeper, making the sucking and stroking match the movements of his thrusting mouth. Her pussy is on fire as she feels his tongue dip into her panties and then she hears the moans break from her womb as he moves from dipping into her to lapping at her panties. “Chuck, I can’t hold back. Oh god!”

He hears her just seconds before he feels her muscles tighten underneath his hands and tongue, quickly he moves one hand under her ass and lifts her closer to his face. As he does this his other hand has pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and he thrust his tongue deep into her cunt. Sucking the juices from her body as she orgasms, he moves his nose against her clit, teasing it softly. His mouth continues to suck her wet cunt and his tongue draws more moisture out to deliver it to his mouth for his pleasure. His own erection is a torment to his body, still held tight within its own confinement. While his mouth licks at her walls he lowers her ass back to the bed and brings his hand to his own hardness. He strokes over the bulge in his pants and rubs himself hard through his jeans. He unbuttons and unzips his jeans, then puts his hands inside his pants, moving his cock to the front of his body.

Charles looks up at Dana and sees that she is still awash in the spasms that raked her body, he sees little jumps in her as he moves his mouth to her thighs. His hand goes to the waist of his boxers and he reaches down to grab his cock. He strokes it with firmness and he can feel the blood pumping through the vein of his erection. He concentrates on her legs and continues to suck and kiss her inner thigh. He sees her hand come down to her panty line and he strokes his cock harder as she dips her hand inside her panties. He can see the mound her hand creates as she lets her finger dip into her hot pussy. He watches from the corner of his eye and sucks harder on her legs. His hand moves faster on his cock and he squeezes it harder. He strokes his full length as he watches her hands move deeper and faster.

Dana lets her body speak for itself as her hand brings her to experience another wave of desire. She scoots further up the bed so her finger can go deeper inside her, she sits up and supports her weight with one hand and watches her panties be moved by her thrusting fingers. She looks at Chuck and sees him watching her, she can’t see is other hand but she sees his arm moving in the same sequence of her fingers. She closes her eyes as she brings herself to another wave of orgasmic relief.

He sees her fingers drive one final time and knows that she is cumming, he gives a few more final strokes on his throbbing cock and feels his own semen soak his own body and his boxers. His eyes close as he continues to milk the moisture from his own body. He bites her leg, with a hard tug and then releases it. He hears her gasp and soon replaces his teeth with a kiss. Charles lifts his head and looks at the mark he’s left at her, knowing that this is a mark of ownership, she is his, no matter where she goes she is his.

Charles rises from the floor and removes his shoes. He notices Dana watching him, so he looks into her eyes as he moves his hands to his hips and slowly strips for her.

“I’ve never been so full of this kind of need,” she hears her voice croak out. “What you do to me is beyond anything I had imagined.”

She scoots further up the bed and moves to the side, to allow him room, as he moves up onto the bed with her. She sees a question in his eyes and she is brought back to reality, when he moves his eyes to her panties and then back to her face. She blushes as she sees the smirk on his face and the laughter in her eyes. She moves off the bed and stands in front of the bed, she waits while he props himself up on the pillows and makes himself comfortable. “Your turn,” he says with a knowing grin.

Dana knows her hair is in tangles and her cheeks are flushed, she feels as if her body will ignite and she pauses to take a deep breath. All he expects is for her to remove her panties and come back to bed, but she wants to tease him, make him anticipate their joining. She turns her back to him and shakes out her hair, then runs her fingers through it. She gathers her curls and pulls them to her shoulder bringing the dark raven mass to the front of her body, where it falls to curl around her chest and slightly tickle her nipple. Her hands rub up and down her sides pausing to rub each rib and then resting on each hip. She let one hand slip to her stomach and then dip inside her panties, her fingers run a path down the outside of her lips, still moist from her orgasm and his tongue. Taking her other hand she moves it to her ass and runs her palm against it, feeling the soft silk against her palm, squeezing her cheeks while her fingers slowly rub her wetness.

Charles watches her body move in an erotic dance. He sees her hands caressing her own ass and he hears her moans coming from her thickened voice. Though he can’t see her remaining hand, knows what she is doing, he watches as her body sways and moves with the rhythm of her stroking. He uncrosses his arms and lets his hand stroke his own cock, letting him feel it rise in his hands. “Dana,” he says her name. “Turn around now, love. I want to watch you.”

She hears the underlying demand in his voice and she moves her hands to her breast as she turns to face him, her nipples are hard and her eyes somewhat unfocused. Dana looks at her friend, soon to be lover, and sees his hand stroking his cock, he’s moved his other hand to rest behind his head. She smirks at him and comments, “Don’t you look relaxed.” She smiles and then lets her finger slip inside your pussy, sliding between the folds of her lips, stroking her wetness in and out. Her teeth grip and bite the inside of her lower lip.

“Dana,” his voice calls her name again, this time he allows his voice to thicken with a hint of demand.

“Hmmm, what is it?” she feels the gentle teasing in her voice.

“You know what! That isn’t the watching I had in mind.” Charles states in a matter of fact tone, one he uses when his daughter becomes sarcastic.

“You are watching though, aren’t you?”

“Dana!”

She laughs and takes both hands to her waist and slips her fingers into the band of her panties. She pushes them over her hips and bends her knees as she moves them further down her long legs, finally stepping out of them. Dana stands back up and lets her right hand cup her left breast, she proceeds to push it into her body, kneading it like a warm ball of dough. She slides her left back to her pussy, where she lets it slide back to where it longed to be. She moves her finger deeper and watches him stroke his cock, his eyes lock on her pumping hand. Her right hand leaves her breast and she moves her left from her pussy. Climbing onto the bed she moves his legs apart. Dana sits on her knees, she takes one hand and places it above her mound. She puts a finger on the outside of each lip and spreads them apart.

Charles sits up on the bed and spreads his legs wider to make more room for her body and the ministrations she about to begin. He watches her hand spread her lips far enough apart that he can see her clit and the dark hole his cock is throbbing for. His eyes are fixed on her pussy as he watches her other hand slide a finger from her clit to the hole, just dipping inside then quickly moving back to her clit. Her fingers stay on her lips keeping them separated for the pending invasion of her finger. His cock throbs in his hand and he strokes it with the same motion her finger makes when it finally thrusts itself deep in her hole. As her finger moves in a slow gliding motion, he too strokes his cock, only increasing the speed of his hand when she increases her own movements.

Dana watches, her eyes fixated on the swollen cock in his hand, it moves her body to increase her own tempo and she feels the swollen walls of her cunt, as her finger is soon joined by another. She drives her two fingers deeper into her cunt, feeling the nails graze the sensitive flesh. She knows she makes an erotic picture for him as he watches her fuck herself. She lets her thumb press her clit up and down with hard pressure as her fingers continue to dive deeper and then come out only to dive down again. Her fingers swim in an abyss of hot liquid. Her cum flows down her fingers and fills the palm of her hand as she orgasms again, clenching her muscles tight against her fingers.

She sees the swollen cock still being wrapped in his hand and she moves her slick moist hand from her cunt. She rubs her moist fingers against both nipples and then back down to the slit of her body, spreading the juices over her pussy. “Move your hand, Chuck.” She is a boiling mass of emotion. She longs to have his cock deep inside her moistness, but also wants to taste him. She knows he will soon cum and she wants to fuck him with her mouth, before she loves him with her body.

Charles hears her voice and recognizes the no holding back demand come from her lips. He moves his hand and lets his cock rest against his body. It jumps on its own and it feels as if it knows what she is going to do. His cock jerks to its own pulse, he feels the swollen tenderness throughout its length. “Oh, Baby!” he hears his own voice growl out as her wet hand grasp his cock and she begins to stroke it quickly. He concentrates on her hand as he lifts his ass to press it closer to the heat of her breath, that he feels descending on him. Her mouth is like warm syrup covering his morning breakfast. As if her mouth is the syrup that slowly starts at the top and glides down, until the warm, sweet, liquid from her mouth covers every inch of his cock. Her tongue puts pressure against his cock and her mouth sucks him hard, as her hand pumps him harder. Mouth, hand, tongue all move in harmony with each other as he feels the breath from her nose add torment to his senses as it stirs his pubic hairs. “Oh! Dana, like that. Oh Fuck! Don’t stop!”

She hears him cry out for her and her body shakes with passion as she can sense he is about to cum. She continues what she is doing and only increases the tempo slightly, she senses her own hips moving in a rocking motion that makes more sweet cum slowly slide down her body. She sucks his cock, squeezing with her hands and bringing him to his final thrust against her mouth. She closes her eyes as his hot cum shoots into her throat, she is expecting it so she allows her mouth to gather it, collect and then swallow it so it slides down her throat. She continues to suck the liquid from his body as if he was a great straw and her mouth must draw each drop out of him. The warm liquid hits her belly and she feels it spreading out and causing her to shiver in delight. She’d wanted this since the first time he’d allowed her to watch him on cam. She’d had wanted to reach up to the screen and through it, just so she could taste him. No longer satisfied with just pressing her hand to the screen as he came for, she now knew she’d want more of him.

Dana presses small kisses along his cock as her mouth moves from his body and up to his stomach. Her lips are wet, as is her chin and she uses the hair on his chest as her towel, leaving sticky kisses in her pathway up to his nipples. She feels his legs slide together to allow her own to slide up and over his. She reaches a nipple and bites down on its tip, bringing it into her mouth and teasing it with her tongue. Her hand goes to his neck as her other stays behind to hold his soft cock, that she is rubbing, letting it grow again in her hand. She marvels that he is will be so ready for her again. She brings her lips to his neck and feels his hands grab her breast crushing his hand between them. Her mouth, teeth and tongue tease his neck, gently as to not leave a mark, she knows they must leave here with no marks on the outside of their skin. She longs to leave him one. She moves to his mouth and covers his lips with hers.

Charles pushes her breast into his palm, pulling it back and pressing again over and over he does this while their tongues fight with each other, each trying to conquer the other. He feels her hands on his cock and the knowledge that he will again raise up for her causes a loud groan to come against her mouth. He bites her lip gently and then tangles his hand in her hair and pushes her further into his mouth. Tasting her and letting her stroke him to his fullness, he moves his hand from her breast and digs his nails into her ass.

“Guide me in.” his hoarse voice tells her.

He watches her rise above him and his eyes travel down the length of her body, resting for a brief moment on each nipple, then down to watch her hand grasp his hard cock with a firm hold. She slides it into her hot cunt, moist from all the loving and fucking they have done. It slides in completely and she settles herself back on it. He sees her head fall back and her eyes close and he knows she is experiencing the same feeling of euphoria that he is. His places his hands on her hips and lifts her to the tip of his cock. He holds her there as he feels her hot juice slip over his head. He watches as he slowly brings her down, only to cover the tip. He is so turned on by watching his cock disappear inside her, just the tip is hidden now. He brings her back up and then further down, each time covering more of his erection only to lift her to the tip again.

“Stop this! End this, NOW!!” she screams as she grabs his hands from her hips and plows herself down fully on him. Dana can not take anymore teasing from his head. She drives herself down and lifts herself up again, plowing him back in over and over. She feels his cock deep inside her and her pubic hairs blend together with his in a dance all their own. Harder and harder she lifts and impales herself, clenching against him as each thrust he returns to her with each rise of his hips. They continue to move with each other harder and harder, his balls slapping against her ass. She feels the slickness of their bodies and uses that wetness to help slide up and down on him. She hears the sounds of their loving making and the sucking noises their bodies produce and shutters from the erotic melody it makes.

Charles grabs her hips again and as they are still joined rolls her underneath him. He sees her eyes widen as he now controls the movements of their love making. He allows her time to adjust her body and she wraps both legs around his waist. He grasp her hips and drives deeper into her again, slamming his balls against her ass. He watches as her ass lifts up and her back arches up, thrusting her breast out. He sees her head thrash back and forth on the bed, her lips are red and swollen from the biting shes inflicted on its tender flesh. The hands that had been everywhere on her body and on his are now to her sides, curled fingers turning white as she makes fists in the blanket underneath them. He sees the mark his mouth and teeth made on her inner thigh and that is what causes his last thrust to be his hardest. He empties his seed deep inside her, shooting the hot liquid and filling her body up with his heat.

Dana’s orgasm this time is incredible, her own cum mixes with his as with each spasm her body releases more white heat. Every sense is alive, she still taste his juices on her lips, feels the tangle of her curls, the moisture pooling between their bodies, even the muscles in her arms and fingers as she curled them deep into the blanket. She hears his breathing slowly return to normal as she herself draws in long breaths, until she relaxes her fingers and brings one arm to lay across her eyes. The other moves to rest against her belly as it rises and falls with each breath she takes.

He lowers her body to the bed and pulls his cock from her. He sits back on his knees and looks down at her. He lets his eyes memorize her from head to toe and he notices all the little things he’s heard her describe but, never really see. Her tanned skin and the small white lines from her bathing suit. He sees the small scar on her arm from the time she’d fallen and cut herself as a child. His eyes soak in the birthmark, a small oval just barely hidden under the globe of one breast. He remembers the texture of the scar on her stomach and the kisses and licks he had left there. He gazes at her moist mound and feels a stirring in his gut, he moves quickly from her thatch to gaze at the bruise on her thigh. He feels his brow furrow and his face take on a questioning look. They’d promised not to leave any marks, any outward signs that they’d been together. “Dam!”

“What is it?” Dana asks him in a concerned voice. She’d heard the small sound of frustration in his voice and wondered what had caused it. Opening her eyes she sees a look of confusion mixed with a bit of disappointment on his face and wonders what he sees.

“I’m sorry. I’ve bruised you.” his voice comes out apologetic and he looks back up to her face.

“I’m fine.” She brings her hands to his face and he meets her for a kiss. They settle back on the bed and close their eyes, each dreaming of the next time they’ll meet.

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“to be continued…”