Her lips, skin...so soft, inviting, she smelled so pretty. That's all I could think about the first time she kissed me. Yes, we had a few drinks, but only a few. This wasn't your typical "drunk girls kissing" scene. Her boyfriend simply said he loved the scent of my orange lip gloss and wondered if it tasted as good. I nodded yes, and he said he'd kiss me, but that his new gf was standing behind him. I laughed as he yelled her name over the noise of the conversation and music in the bar. As she turned he said, "Hey babe, kiss her and tell me how her lip gloss tastes."
She watched as I traced the lip gloss tube over my lips. She walked to stand in front of me and put her hands on my face. Our lips barely touching at first - a shy, tentative kiss. At the same time as if scripted, out lips parted and our tongues touched. We kissed for a few seconds, then realizing our surroundings, we stopped and giggled. She smiled at her bf, licked her lips, and confirmed that the lip gloss did taste great and asked if she could try it again.
She again put her hands on my face, pulling me to her and instantly her tongue found mine. I slid one hand over her hip,as the other hand tangled in her hair at the base of her neck. Soft lips against soft lips, a sweet orange taste. Our kiss intensified, as her hands went to my hair, our bodies touching, tongues testing, teasing. I was totally, completely lost for what felt like an eternity. Kissing a girl is so different...so soft, so sensual, so sweet.
We finally parted, breathless and flushed. Her bf, as well as another friend of ours was sitting there...eyes wide, mouths open. She leans to me and giggles, "I've never kissed a girl before." I reply, "I have...but not quite like that."
After a few more drinks we all decide to go to her boyfriend's house. Once we got there, she and I sat in the kitchen talking, as the guys were playing and discussing music. She stood to get me another drink, and as she handed me the drink, she leaned over, rubbing my shoulders. I moaned softly, and she said my shoulders were tense. She continued rubbing my shoulders, then had me lean forward as she worked her hands down my back, and back up again. As she got to my neck, her fingers worked their way around my neck, and I shuddered as my neck is very sensitive. I swore I heard her sigh. She brushed my hair aside, and used her fingertips on the top of my spine and neck. She was so close to me I could feel her breath on my neck...and I could feel my nipples harden. Like magic I relaxed and became putty in her hands, until I felt her lips on my neck. I almost jumped, not expecting this, as I turned my head and her lips found mine.
I stood, and we sidestepped to the back of the kitchen as our kiss continued. She backed me against the wall and leaned in, her hands sliding over my thighs, over my hips, up my side. Barely brushing against the sides of my breasts. My hands slid down her back, lower and lower until my hands were on her ass. She softly kissed along my jaw line, down my neck, across my collar bone and back to my lips as she softly sucked my tongue into her mouth. I flipped her hair over her shoulder, and we both giggled as we both had long hair and it kept getting in the way. I leaned down, placing soft kisses down her neck, then softly nibbling. I heard her moan and felt her body press against mine.
I turned her around, facing the wall and placed her hands over her head on the wall. She was slightly leaning against the wall, as I leaned in and again softly sucked and gently bit her neck. She pressed her ass back against me, and while keeping one hand on the wall, she reached back with her other hand sliding it along the outer, then inner side of my thigh. I ran my hands up her back, rubbing her neck, and rubbing down her back until my hands were on her hips. She backed against me, reached around with her hand and leaning back, she again kissed me.
She broke the kiss and turned to face me, our kisses deep, frenzied, passionate. Both of us softly moaning...almost in frustration. Both of us wanting more, yet tentative in our actions. She gently backed me into the fridge, and bringing her hands up to my chest, she grinned at me and said she had been wanting to do this...as she squeezed my breasts together. She leaned down, licking over one breast, up my cleavage to my neck and kissed me again.
Just then we heard something, and turned to look only to find the two guys staring, unable to believe what they were seeing. Unsure how long they had been standing there, we both blushed a bit and giggled. "So, how is the music going in there?" I asked. "Apparently not as well as things are going in here," her boyfriend replied, barely able to talk.
She grinned at me as we each grabbed another beer and walked into the den. "I've never done anything like that," she whispers. "Me either," I said as the guys followed us into the other room. Little did I know this wouldn't be the last time for either of us.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Monday, January 5, 2009
Unfinished Business
"It's been awhile," I say as I slide over on the limo seat and the driver shuts the door. He looks at me and smiles, that boyish smile hasn't changed a bit, and agrees. "You look even better than you did that day," he blurts...then blushes. It's now my turn to smile as I sit back and smooth the skirt to my favorite navy blue suit. "I know," I grin and we both relax as we laugh.
"This would be the last place I thought I'd run into you after five years," I state as I look at him. He has a few wrinkles around his eyes, but he still looks the same, with that mischievous twinkle to his eye. "I knew you'd be here. I saw your name listed as one of the award recipients on my company's benefit invitation," he says, "that's why I was waiting for you as you left the award ceremony."
"Oh," I say surprised, unaware that he was probably watching me the entire time during the ceremony. "You've switched companies?" I ask. "Yes," he answers, "a few years ago, and I have moved as well." "Me too," I say as I nod my head, turning to look out the window as the driver expertly weaves the car through the parking lot, down the street and onto the expressway. I'm still amazed. As I was leaving the ceremony I heard someone say my name and a touch on my arm. I was speechless when I turned only to find him standing there, smartly dressed in a dark blue suit. After a few minutes I had agreed to have dinner, and now here I was on my way to the restaurant.
Suddenly the driver swerves, and I am thrown off balance and slide across the leather seat. I feel his hand on my arm, preventing me from sliding off the seat. We hear the driver offer an apology, mumbling something about kids, but neither of us is paying attention. All I am aware of is his hand on my arm. I look up as I begin to apologize for sliding into him, when his stare stops me speechless. He is looking into my eyes, and his other hand reaches over brushing a strand of hair from my cheek, asking if I'm ok. "No," I say breathless, as the palm of his hand cups my cheek and he leans into me. For a brief second he looks at me, then leans in, his lips claiming mine. Not soft and gentle as the first time he kissed me, but bruising, possessive. His hand slides back, over the base of my neck, his fingers locked in my hair, holding me to him. I can barely breathe, my heart is racing. I feel his tongue, searching for mine, teasing, dancing.
The car bounces, and I pull back remembering the driver. With his voice soft and husky, he instructs the driver, "keep driving," then adds, "I have unfinished business" and closes the privacy window between the front and rear of the car. He pulls me to him, kissing along my jaw, softly kissing, nibbling my neck. A soft moan escapes my throat, as his lips find mine again,this time covering my lips in soft, gentle kisses. He runs his hand up my thigh, under my jacket, softly rubbing my lower back. He slides his hand back down, along my leg, pulling my legs over his lap. I watch as he removes each of my heels, and pulls me to him as my hand pulls at his tie, loosening it. I feel his hand slide under my skirt, his fingers pressing against my outer thigh as he slides higher, then moving to my inner thigh and moving towards my knee.
I squirm under his touch and it suddenly feels very warm in the car. I pull at my jacket, as he helps me remove it and I toss it aside. I slide my legs off his lap, taking off his tie and jacket and adding it to the pile of clothes on the other seat. I lean into him, kissing him, pressing him against the back of the seat. In one movement I am straddling him, my skirt hiked up as my thighs press against his. Taking my hands in his, he puts them behind my back at my waist and pulls me to him. I kiss him again. Our tongues teasing, my body pressing against his.
He releases my hands as he tugs at my blouse, and I fumble at the buttons until it's added to the pile. He traces along my collarbone with his fingertip, across the top of my cleavage, to my other shoulder. My eyes close, and I arch my back as he leans down and I feel his tongue follow the invisible burning line his finger left. My hands snake behind his head, fingernails pressing against his neck. He tugs at my bra strap with his teeth, and I slip out of one side as he tugs at the other side. He reaches around, deftly undoing the back strap, and my bra drops to the floor.
Suddenly I am on my back and he is leaning over me, kissing my neck, lips, collar bone. A burning trail of kisses left down my chest until he captures my nipple in his mouth, and I again moan. I am tugging at his shirt. Wanting, needing to feel him. He breaks away long enough to undo a few buttons then pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside. He is again over me, his hand sliding to my bottom, my skirt is around my waist and he tugs at my panties until they too are on the floor. He leans down, pulling my thigh over his until my legs are wrapped around him. He presses into me, I can feel him now. I move my hips, pressing into him and I hear him groan near my ear.
"I've been waiting for this for a long time," he whispers. I can't talk, all I can do is pull his mouth to mine with another deep, intense bruising kiss. I push him back and undo his belt as he leans back, sitting on his seat to slide out of his slacks. He runs one hand along my leg, up the inside of my thigh until his fingers are barely touching me. Anticipating his touch I softly gasp, waiting...until I finally feel his touch. A guttural moan surprises me as he leans over me again, kissing me as his fingers skillfully play. My hips begin to move with his fingers, and he again captures one nipple in his mouth, gently nibbling, tugging. My hand goes to his head, running my fingers through his hair. Breathing heavy, gasping for air I can feel my body respond as I feel my legs begin to shake. With one more stroke from his fingers I am quivering and whimpering beneath him.
He looks down at me, his eyes smoldering. I kiss him again, pulling him to me. I wrap my legs around him, and feel his desire. Looking into my eyes, he pushes into me, slowly. My legs tighten around him, holding him to me. He kisses me, each kiss's intensity building with each stroke. Hard, strong, demanding...he has finally claimed me. My body responds to him and my movements meet his. My hips in tune with his, my body meeting his demands. I feel him deep inside me, soft moans becoming louder.
He reaches for my arms, extending them over my head he leans down on me, nipping at my neck. He slides his hands down my arms, entwining his fingers in my hair, pulling my head to him. He kisses me one more time, his lips pressing against mine, me softly nibbling at his lower lip. He suddenly pulls back, his hands on my hips, trying to control my movements as he slows his movements. "No," I whimper, and pull him back to me. He thrusts deep into me, and on the third I feel that sweet release again, clenching tight around him. I feel him shudder, hear a deep moan as I feel his release. I feel his body heavy on mine as he relaxes, then slides against the back of the seat. He wraps me in his arms, nuzzling my neck, and I hear him sigh. I rest my head on his arm, and let out my own sigh.
"So, dinner tonight?" he asks. "Sure," I say, as he wraps his arms tighter around me. I can hear him grin as he whispers, "and you're dinner." I laugh and say, "And my dear, you'll be dessert."
"This would be the last place I thought I'd run into you after five years," I state as I look at him. He has a few wrinkles around his eyes, but he still looks the same, with that mischievous twinkle to his eye. "I knew you'd be here. I saw your name listed as one of the award recipients on my company's benefit invitation," he says, "that's why I was waiting for you as you left the award ceremony."
"Oh," I say surprised, unaware that he was probably watching me the entire time during the ceremony. "You've switched companies?" I ask. "Yes," he answers, "a few years ago, and I have moved as well." "Me too," I say as I nod my head, turning to look out the window as the driver expertly weaves the car through the parking lot, down the street and onto the expressway. I'm still amazed. As I was leaving the ceremony I heard someone say my name and a touch on my arm. I was speechless when I turned only to find him standing there, smartly dressed in a dark blue suit. After a few minutes I had agreed to have dinner, and now here I was on my way to the restaurant.
Suddenly the driver swerves, and I am thrown off balance and slide across the leather seat. I feel his hand on my arm, preventing me from sliding off the seat. We hear the driver offer an apology, mumbling something about kids, but neither of us is paying attention. All I am aware of is his hand on my arm. I look up as I begin to apologize for sliding into him, when his stare stops me speechless. He is looking into my eyes, and his other hand reaches over brushing a strand of hair from my cheek, asking if I'm ok. "No," I say breathless, as the palm of his hand cups my cheek and he leans into me. For a brief second he looks at me, then leans in, his lips claiming mine. Not soft and gentle as the first time he kissed me, but bruising, possessive. His hand slides back, over the base of my neck, his fingers locked in my hair, holding me to him. I can barely breathe, my heart is racing. I feel his tongue, searching for mine, teasing, dancing.
The car bounces, and I pull back remembering the driver. With his voice soft and husky, he instructs the driver, "keep driving," then adds, "I have unfinished business" and closes the privacy window between the front and rear of the car. He pulls me to him, kissing along my jaw, softly kissing, nibbling my neck. A soft moan escapes my throat, as his lips find mine again,this time covering my lips in soft, gentle kisses. He runs his hand up my thigh, under my jacket, softly rubbing my lower back. He slides his hand back down, along my leg, pulling my legs over his lap. I watch as he removes each of my heels, and pulls me to him as my hand pulls at his tie, loosening it. I feel his hand slide under my skirt, his fingers pressing against my outer thigh as he slides higher, then moving to my inner thigh and moving towards my knee.
I squirm under his touch and it suddenly feels very warm in the car. I pull at my jacket, as he helps me remove it and I toss it aside. I slide my legs off his lap, taking off his tie and jacket and adding it to the pile of clothes on the other seat. I lean into him, kissing him, pressing him against the back of the seat. In one movement I am straddling him, my skirt hiked up as my thighs press against his. Taking my hands in his, he puts them behind my back at my waist and pulls me to him. I kiss him again. Our tongues teasing, my body pressing against his.
He releases my hands as he tugs at my blouse, and I fumble at the buttons until it's added to the pile. He traces along my collarbone with his fingertip, across the top of my cleavage, to my other shoulder. My eyes close, and I arch my back as he leans down and I feel his tongue follow the invisible burning line his finger left. My hands snake behind his head, fingernails pressing against his neck. He tugs at my bra strap with his teeth, and I slip out of one side as he tugs at the other side. He reaches around, deftly undoing the back strap, and my bra drops to the floor.
Suddenly I am on my back and he is leaning over me, kissing my neck, lips, collar bone. A burning trail of kisses left down my chest until he captures my nipple in his mouth, and I again moan. I am tugging at his shirt. Wanting, needing to feel him. He breaks away long enough to undo a few buttons then pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside. He is again over me, his hand sliding to my bottom, my skirt is around my waist and he tugs at my panties until they too are on the floor. He leans down, pulling my thigh over his until my legs are wrapped around him. He presses into me, I can feel him now. I move my hips, pressing into him and I hear him groan near my ear.
"I've been waiting for this for a long time," he whispers. I can't talk, all I can do is pull his mouth to mine with another deep, intense bruising kiss. I push him back and undo his belt as he leans back, sitting on his seat to slide out of his slacks. He runs one hand along my leg, up the inside of my thigh until his fingers are barely touching me. Anticipating his touch I softly gasp, waiting...until I finally feel his touch. A guttural moan surprises me as he leans over me again, kissing me as his fingers skillfully play. My hips begin to move with his fingers, and he again captures one nipple in his mouth, gently nibbling, tugging. My hand goes to his head, running my fingers through his hair. Breathing heavy, gasping for air I can feel my body respond as I feel my legs begin to shake. With one more stroke from his fingers I am quivering and whimpering beneath him.
He looks down at me, his eyes smoldering. I kiss him again, pulling him to me. I wrap my legs around him, and feel his desire. Looking into my eyes, he pushes into me, slowly. My legs tighten around him, holding him to me. He kisses me, each kiss's intensity building with each stroke. Hard, strong, demanding...he has finally claimed me. My body responds to him and my movements meet his. My hips in tune with his, my body meeting his demands. I feel him deep inside me, soft moans becoming louder.
He reaches for my arms, extending them over my head he leans down on me, nipping at my neck. He slides his hands down my arms, entwining his fingers in my hair, pulling my head to him. He kisses me one more time, his lips pressing against mine, me softly nibbling at his lower lip. He suddenly pulls back, his hands on my hips, trying to control my movements as he slows his movements. "No," I whimper, and pull him back to me. He thrusts deep into me, and on the third I feel that sweet release again, clenching tight around him. I feel him shudder, hear a deep moan as I feel his release. I feel his body heavy on mine as he relaxes, then slides against the back of the seat. He wraps me in his arms, nuzzling my neck, and I hear him sigh. I rest my head on his arm, and let out my own sigh.
"So, dinner tonight?" he asks. "Sure," I say, as he wraps his arms tighter around me. I can hear him grin as he whispers, "and you're dinner." I laugh and say, "And my dear, you'll be dessert."
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