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  Then he grabbed me, pulling me in as close to him as he could get me. I went with him, wanting him as much as he wanted me. We kissed with zeal, like we couldn’t get enough of each other and ate at each other’s mouths. I glanced over at the mechanics who were starting to work on the plane.

  “We have to hurry!” I said.

  I didn’t have to tell him twice. He bent me over the instrument panel and slid a hand between my legs before unzipping his pants and pulling his hard cock out and pushing it into me. Ahhh! That felt so damned fucking good! I wanted to scream this and let the world know that my man, my pilot, was fucking me now and he was fucking me good. I glanced outside again. The mechanics were getting close. Soon, they’d been washing the windshield. Fuck! I had to have that orgasm. And so did he.

  As soon as he was all the way in, he began to pound me, grabbing onto my bare ass for leverage. I went with him, getting into that oh, so good fucking rhythm, smacking up against him. We stayed like that for a moment before he paused, pulled out and turned me around, cupping my chin in his hand and bringing my mouth to his, then grabbing at my mouth with his. We, quite literally, sucked face. We kept kissing as he pushed me down into his captain’s chair. My legs opened wide and he got between them, then pulled me out a little so he could have better access to my pussy. Then he was in again, his good-sized cock filling me up.

  I shuddered with the passion I was feeling, with the feeling of being this close to him and what it meant. He wanted me, he’d pretty much told me that, and that made me want him even more. He unzipped my uniform and grabbed at my breasts, pulling them out of my bra and sucking on the nipples as he fucked me. It was too much. I was too turned on. It couldn’t last. It had to come out, the orgasm. And so it did. It erupted inside of me, making me pant and moan as he continued to suck on my nipple, as he continued to fuck me until he came, releasing his hot man seed all into me.

  I grabbed at his face and pulled his lips to mine, kissing and licking at his mouth until we came down from the pure ecstasy we’d just experienced. We pulled apart a little and he stared into my eyes with an intensity I’d never seen out of him before. For a second, I wanted to be reassured and ask him where all this was going. But I didn’t want to spoil the mood. What was the fun in that?

  He pressed his forehead to mine and said, “This is your captain speaking. I want you to hear this. I think I love you.”

  Warmth spread throughout my body, this great feeling of being loved by someone I was, quite obviously, crazy for. I stared back at him and smiled, not wanting to put anything else into it, like where our relationship might be headed.

  “I think I love you, too,” I told him.

  And I think I did.

  Just In It for the Sex

  The morning after we had sex, I just couldn’t get you off my mind. We met at the club, remember? It was dark and the floors were sticky from too many spilled piña coladas. But then we met, we locked eyes and I knew, just knew you’d be in my bed soon. Or I would be in yours.

  It was hard to make out our first words as the music was so loud. What was the song that was playing? I can’t remember. It was loud and a little obnoxious. Dance music. And there were many people dancing. We weren’t though. We weren’t dancing at all. We were sizing each other up, wanting to get to know one another better, waiting for the chance to do so. My heart was pumping fast, furiously. I couldn’t get over the fact that someone like you was actually in that dump. My girlfriends and I just went there occasionally because of the cheap drinks and the high female to male ratio. There were always more men in that club than women. Probably because it was ladies’ night three times a week.

  How did you know to approach me like that? How did you know not to make small talk, which drives me crazy? I mean, no one really cares about your work or where you live or what you do in your spare time in the first five minutes of meeting. I know I don’t. It wasn’t about chitchat; it was about me and you hooking up. Small talk in such as setting isn’t appropriate. We both knew what we were there for and we both wanted it. Why belabor the point?

  I guess the way you took my hand that first time was what made me think you were a man to take notice of. You just took it, held it up and commented on my hammered silver ring. Where did I get it? You wanted to know. I told you an ex-boyfriend had bought it in Jamaica, a trip he’d taken with his friends that I hadn’t been allowed on. I held a grudge over that and it was probably the reason we broke up. I didn’t disclose that bit of information to you, though. I don’t think it’s pertinent to the conversation to bring up ex-anythings.

  Back to that moment, that moment you took my hand. It felt so small in yours. I loved the way you held onto it, like you never wanted to let it go. It made me feel that connection we had even stronger. I liked that. I knew we’d have more than sex. We’d make love.

  And make love we did. We didn’t waste time getting started. It was like we couldn’t get to it quick enough. The formalities were almost nonexistent. You wanted me and you wanted me sooner rather than later. It wasn’t a thing of “My place or yours.” It was a thing of “Whose place is closer?”

  Mine was. But we didn’t make it to my place. We did, however, make it to your car, a big SUV with a large backseat, roomy enough to get busy in. I’d never had sex in a car before, never even really thought about it, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was getting your dick out of your pants and into my dripping wet pussy.

  Like, now. Now. I wanted it. I grabbed your face as you pushed me onto the backseat, as my legs opened and welcomed you in. That first touch of lips was like heaven. I’d never felt such electricity before. It jarred me and awoke every sense in my body. I was tingling as my mouth opened and you thrust your tongue into it. A soft moan came from deep down inside and I felt whole, like I’d been missing you, that you were a part of me and I’d finally found the missing link. Kissing is one of my favorite things. It really brings a sense of anticipation to an impending relationship. If the relationship is to work, there has to be chemistry. The kiss is the way to figure that out. Without the kiss, one could never know how well one is suited to another. That kiss proved something to me. It proved that if nothing ever came of this tryst we were having, at least I knew there was a man out there who knew how to kiss me and do it well.

  I have to admit I loved, and I mean loved the way you just ripped my shirt open. It was an expensive button down I’d worn to work that day. It was one of my best but I was glad to have sacrificed it for the occasion. My breasts, heaving in my bra, ached to have your hands on them. Oh, and your mouth on my nipples. You ravenously tore into them, pushing my bra out of the way with your hands as you grabbed and pawed. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. It was much needed and much appreciated. Just letting you know.

  The best was yet to come, though. Grabbing for your hard cock, and being pleasantly surprised at its size, I knew you would be the best I had ever had. And you were. That member of yours, if you want to call it that, filled me with absolute delight. It was like nothing I’d had before. It fit just right. I liked how you maneuvered it inside of me, easing it in only added to the pleasure. And the pleasure was mine.

  Riding me, you took total control. You gave it your best and your best was more than good enough. I had to hang on for the ride, to be honest. And it was a good, long ride I never wanted to end. The way you fucked me, grabbing onto my tits and squeezing them hard as I pushed your cock into me as deeply as possible, took my breath away. In no time, I wanted to come; I had to come. I had to let that orgasm, pent up inside of me, go. And then it went. It seemed to explode inside my body as a wail escaped my lips. You covered mine with yours, kissing me deeply as the orgasm did its job and made me feel like a woman.

  I guess that’s how you made me feel. You made me feel like a woman, a woman who was wanted. Just to be fair, I wanted you. You made it possible, you know?

  As you came, I stared into your eyes, noticing the deep blue they were. You stared b
ack, perhaps noticing the same thing about me. We had the same color eyes, even the same color hair. We would make a hot couple, no?

  Once it was over, there was no need for small talk. Again, what would we have said? “Nice fuck,” didn’t seem appropriate, though that’s exactly what we had, wasn’t it?

  Now it’s over and I’m cool with that. It was a nice fuck, something to ruminate over in the days and weeks, maybe even months to come. I will revel in it from time to time but to pursue it? To taint the perfection that our fuck was? Never.

  But then…

  I’d just written you off when there was a ring on my doorbell and on the other side was a delivery man from a florist up the street. He handed me a big bouquet of flowers, an arrangement in brilliant spring colors—yellows, pinks, reds and some whites. The note said, “Please, let’s do this again soon. Perhaps tonight?”

  There was a slight desperate edge to your words and that made me smile. It made me realize I had some control over you and our impending relationship. It made me realize that you were someone special and I’d like a repeat of what we had last night. Sooner rather than later.

  But after that, I am cutting you lose. I’m just in it for the sex. Hopefully, you will understand that.

  It’s My Pleasure

  I’d never been one for giving blowjobs. I could do it and do it well. I understood the process. However, it wasn’t my thing. I liked fucking. So, I just didn’t see the point, much to the chagrin of my boyfriends. I felt like it took time away from the good, good stuff. But with him? I wanted to give him the best blowjob of his life. And I wanted to do it up right, mainly because he was the best I’d ever had. In the oral sex department, I mean.

  He gave the best head of any man I’d ever known. He took his time to get my juices flowing, burying his head between my legs and taking me with his mouth. He would draw circles on my pussy with his tongue and then stick it in, then suck at me, at my clit until I was nearly bucking from the bed.

  Just like he was doing now.

  “Ahh,” I moaned and literally wrapped my legs around his face. I sat up a little to get leverage and began to grind against him, shoving my pussy into his face just as the orgasm, which was right there, was about to explode in my body. And it did. Quickly. Suddenly. I shuddered and shook and moaned and begged him to not stop. He didn’t. He kept it up until I was so exhausted I just fell back on the bed trying to catch my breath.

  He kissed his way up my naked body, pausing to suck a nipple before pressing his lips against mine. I grabbed his face and kissed him back, kissed him hard as my legs opened and invited him and his hard cock in. He moved against me a little so I could feel that thing between my legs. I stared up at him and into his gorgeous brown eyes and handsome face, loving everything about him in that moment. And I think he felt the same way about me as he bent to kiss me lightly before slipping his tongue into my mouth. He often told me how beautiful he thought I was and that I had a “rockin’ bod.” I loved that he took notice and I returned the compliments as often as I got them.

  But right then, I wanted him. “Oh, baby,” I said. “That was wonderful. Want to fuck me now?”

  “You know I do,” he said and settled in, slipping that hard cock into me.

  I moaned and licked at his neck as we were connected. “I love it when you eat me out. I need to do you, too.”

  “I guess you do,” he said. “But you know, it’s my pleasure. Just enjoy the afterglow.”

  I smiled and teased, “As long as the afterglow includes fucking.”

  “That’s right,” he said and moved inside of me. “What are you smiling at?”

  “Maybe I’ll return the favor,” I said.

  “When?” he asked, grinning.

  I grinned back because I could tell that he was so happy that I was finally going to reciprocate. I said, “When you least expect it.”

  He seemed a little disappointed that it wasn’t going to happen right then, but then again, we were fucking so good, who would want to interrupt that? Also, I wasn’t into instant gratification. I liked to wait a little and draw it out, even my own orgasms, so I could get the most of everything.

  We began to really get into it and he began to drive into me, hard and fast and steady. I rode him for all it was worth and, in a matter of seconds, we were both coming and coming hard. We groaned with the orgasms and moaned and then allowed them to sweep through our bodies.

  And then it was over. We pulled apart and didn’t say a word. Why ruin the mood? But I knew what was on his mind and that was the promise of a blowjob. I knew he wanted it; he wanted it so badly. I decided to wait him out and tease him for a few days. He didn’t beg for it. No, that would have been too obvious. Again, it’s the buildup that makes everything that much better. He would get what he wanted after he couldn’t stand to not have it any longer.

  I finally decided on a time. It was a few days later and we’d met at our favorite bar after work for drinks. He’d just left the office. So had I. We met there a few times a week for a drink before I headed back to my apartment and he to his. It never ended up like that, though. We always found a way to spend the night together, fucking like crazy, then spooning in bed before falling asleep then waking to make even more love.

  Tonight was going to be different, though. I was in the mood for something special. How about a little public groping? That would intensify the situation and make us horny as hell. Well, even hornier than we already were and we were both quite horny for each other. We’d been that way since we’d met, almost a month earlier. Any spare moment we could find, we’d spend together. Tonight would be no different but it would be more special. Tonight was the night he got his blowjob.

  I grinned at him. He smiled back, wondering what I was up to. I’d just laid my hand on his thigh, on his inner thigh. It snuck up his inseam and towards his crotch. I felt movement. His dick was getting the signal sooner than he was. That was fine by me.

  “What are you doing?” he whispered in my ear, looking around the crowded room.

  “Nothing,” I replied.

  “Alicia,” he said. “Come on.”

  “No, you come on,” I said and moved my hand so it was flat on his crotch. Definite movement. He was hard. He was ready. I wanted to do him. But first, a little tease.

  I leaned over and pressed my face into his neck, smelling his yummy cologne and man smell. He smelled so good. I could have eaten him up, every single bite. I wanted to lick and kiss his neck, run my tongue down it and then suck at the skin, maybe even give him a hickey. But I didn’t. I knew better. He’d complain about the hickey and all the guys at his office would rib him about it, sarcastically asking him if he’d burned himself with his curling iron.

  He rose a little out of his seat when I began to rub him harder, grabbing onto his dick as best I could through his gray wool pants. He stared at me but didn’t move. Good boy.

  “I want to suck your cock,” I whispered in his ear and nibbled at his lobe a little. “I want to do naughty things to you. I want you to come in my mouth, too.”

  He sat up straighter and looked around the bar, his mind obviously seeking a place where we could go and have our fun. But where? I could tell he had an idea. He stood, buttoning his suit jacket so that it covered his enormous hard-on. Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of my seat, leading me across the room. I noticed some people stared at us as we passed them and I smiled. We were a good looking professional couple, no different from them, other than the fact that we were about to do something just a little kinky.

  But where was he taking me? The bathroom? Well, that was a little obvious. However, we passed the restrooms and went down this narrow hallway and to a door. He looked around and opened it. It was the office, the managers’ office. It was empty. It would do quite nicely.

  No words were spoken as we entered the room and he grabbed me, just grabbed me and pushed himself on me, all hot and horny, just the way I liked him. His mouth was suddenly on mine, covering i
t and sucking hard, as if he wanted to eat me. I loved that. I responded and pushed myself on him, kissing him back, eating at his mouth, loving every second of it. I grabbed his crotch, his hard cock and squeezed just a little. He stopped moving but kept kissing me. I pulled back and made my way down his chest, then to his crotch. I unbuckled his belt, pulled his zipper down then pulled his pants and boxers down until they were around his ankles. Now he was ready to get a great blowjob.

  I grabbed hold of his cock, feeling its hardness, its enormous size. I smiled up at him and winked. He stared down at me, entranced, as if he couldn’t wait for what I was going to do. He seemed to wonder what I was planning on doing.

  But he knew. He knew I was going to give him a great blowjob. A super blowjob. His dick was long and hard, the tip soft and bulbous. I licked it a little before I sucked it into my mouth, squeezing it just a little as it went in. Then back and forth and I played with his balls, too, cupping them gently in my hands. He was almost beside himself but I wanted him to have it all, to experience the pleasure he always gave me.

  And so, I pulled back and moved his cock across my face then back to my mouth as I stared up at him. He stared down and bit his bottom lip. I wanted that lip. I got up and sucked his lip into my mouth then pressed myself up against him, all while holding his cock securely in my hand. I kept stroking it as I kissed him, then went to his neck to suck and lick at it. Then I was back on my knees, lightly nibbling on his cock.

  He was about to come. I couldn’t let that happen just yet. So, I just nibbled at it a little, giving him intense pleasure and I would alternate between sucking it into my mouth and pulling it out to nibble. I licked it up and down, then held it up and licked at his balls.

  He threw his head back and a loud, long moan escaped his lips.

  I grinned to myself before sucking each ball into my mouth and then out, licking each once more before I turned back to his cock. Now it was time to get the show on the road. With no further ado, I took his cock into my mouth, deep-throating him as I did so, then began to really, really blow him, to stroke the tip of his cock with my mouth. I put everything into it and I kept at it until I tasted his precum. That’s when I knew he had reached the point of no return. As soon as he began to explode his hot, juicy cum into my mouth, I clamped down with just a little more intensity. A sound came out of his throat, a deep grunt of ecstasy and before I knew it, a load was shot off into my mouth and I mean a load. I sucked his juice down, loving how he loved for me to do that. He was shaking and was too in awe to speak. When he finally did, he said, “You gotta do that again.”