Two bottles of Cabernet Sauvignon rolled around the passenger seat, clinking softly, as I eased into her driveway and came to a stop.
My heart was fluttering in anticipation, my breath catching slightly in my chest and I had a glitchy feeling akin to watching a movie in slow motion that is jumping erratically from frame to frame, threatening to coming off the rails at any moment.
I was nervous, partially because it was the middle of the afternoon and I was playing hooky to spend some time with my best friend with benefits, Jane.
Once we met at the door, my nerves began to calm down. Her welcoming hug and firm, excited kisses also help. We hug and let our tongues linger and explore our lips, mouths and deeper for a moment, just enough to set us up for the beginning of an exciting afternoon tryst. Her kisses are magnificent, an art form really, as she pours her being into each deep-throated and tongue-probing kiss.
First things first, open the Cabernet and get a couple of glasses poured so they can catch a breath of air and begin opening up.
Once I completed opening and pouring, we started some small talk as we sipped an excellent Napa Cab and wandered around her house. We finish sipping our wine and find ourselves in her living room, near the hallway leading to the bedroom.
Let the fun begin!
We start to kiss, softly at first, hands on each other’s shoulders and waists as we enjoy the sensations. Next, we are more adventurous, moving into passionate embraces with our tongues lustfully dancing into and around each other’s mouths. We enjoy kissing, hugging, groping, but mostly the physicality that eventually comes out of it. Jane is only a couple of inches shorter than me and at 5’ 10” with her medium-sized frame, that is toned and fit, we fit together near perfectly. She loves it as I grope her ass and pull her up and toward me, all the while deeply kissing and attacking her tongue. I kiss her neck and begin working my way down toward her breasts. For some reason, she had a layered shirt look, with a bra on. She must have sensed my confusion as she excused herself to run to the bathroom. She returned several minutes later with only a sheer white button-down shirt and her Yoga pants on. Now we’re talking.
I leaned into her immediately and resumed some passionate kissing while slowly moving down her neck toward the tops of her breasts. Jane is not big-breasted but is a solid B+ cup, and they are so very responsive! We begin laughing at her quick costume change, she had been running errands and doing some chores that took her longer than expected, so she didn’t have time to freshen up for me. I bent over and put my nose near her midriff and sniffed her body all the way up to her lips, where I continued kissing and telling her that I LOVED her authentic musty, sweaty scent that she was wearing. A shower would have ruined that for sure!
I immediately began fondling and cupping her breasts. First the left, then the right. Once cupped, I would gently pull on each nipple and roll them lightly in my fingers. This is only a backdrop for us, as our tongues are waging war within our mouths, each looking to dominate the other. I pull my mouth away as I am dying to lick and suck on her nipples. Her shirt buttons are not 100% cooperative however, so I grab each side of the shirt at the bottom of the buttons and give it a forceful tug. She gasps, laughing in surprise, as the sound of 4 or 5 buttons hitting the floor and hallway walls echoes in our ears. Mission accomplished, as her shirt now hangs open with two very perky and hardened nipples peeking out at me.
I pull her closer so I can get my mouth on those nipples as fast as possible. I begin licking and sucking both nipples at once, then separately, then together, alternating. Jane loves this and puts me in a literal headlock, pulling me toward her aggressively. We are beginning to look like a couple of WFC opponents in a cage match as we start to stumble a bit based on our new body angles and leverages being applied. I commented that maybe it was time that we headed for the bedroom before we fall.
We walked the short distance down the hall, holding hands and leaning on each other and by the time we reached the bedroom, our hands were all over each other again. I get a serious head rush, and I take charge and pull the damaged shirt off her and kiss her hard so that she has to sit down on the edge of the bed. I roughly push her onto her back as I begin to take charge of her pleasure. I quickly pull off her Yoga pants and socks, until she is fully naked and unveiled to me. I pause, letting my eyes greedily wander over her body while holding her down onto the mattress. There are times when you need to take in and enjoy the moment you are caught up in. This is one of those moments, and I will savor it! Then 50,000 plus years of evolution kicks in, there is no holding the tidal wave back once the dam is breached
As we release our pheromones, the room fills with a rich, musky, even earthen scent that seemed to be slowing time and consuming the oxygen around us. This new atmosphere only accelerates the pounding of my heart, as if loud bass drums were beating incessantly, farther out in a jungle. This olfactory stew is the evolutionary Coup de Grace for modern Homo Sapiens. It had driven Neanderthal Man, over 50,000 years ago, to forcefully take mates from our tribe of young Homo Sapiens and supplant Neanderthal DNA into the modern human genetic record. As with my ancient Neanderthal ancestors over the millennia, my chest is heaving, my breath labored, ragged and throatier. Jane squirms slightly as she lays completely naked in front of me with a yearning that predates modern man. For I have promised her enjoyment and release. My part of the bargain was just starting and she knew it.
I did have a few toys for her, however. I retrieved my toys and showed her. One device, a small muscle stimulator with two sets of stick-on electrodes that come out of a control unit the size of a small cell phone, does look like a medical device, but is so much better.
I peeled off the attached electrodes and put a set on each side of both her nipples. I set it to a low setting, with a surge-type sensation. I told her to tell me when she could feel the sensation as I started turning up the sensitivity, so we could find that sweet spot. It only took several increases in power to get her attention. I went up a bit more and we finally leveled out at a setting that she was smiling at. She lay there smiling and giggling at the sensation. I could clearly smell that she was enjoying it. I have enjoyed it many times during my solo masturbation sessions as it is truly magic. I highly encourage everyone to give it a try! Best toy ever!
But the toy session is not over yet as I pull out my fleshy pink vibrator and wave it at her. I then turn it on, starting at her ankles, and begin to work my way up to her pussy. As I near her pussy, her scent gets stronger, as I begin to brush around her mound, she begs me to turn off the stimulator as she wants to really enjoy what is coming.
This is where knowing your partner is critical. Jane will not have an orgasm through intercourse, so I will need to use my bag of tricks to help her get to the next level.
As I pause to remove the stimulator, I take my clothes off too. I lay down next to her on the bed and begin working the vibrator around her pussy. I slowly buzz and work my way between her lips and begin to explore deeper. She begins to kiss me again and aggressively pulls me closer. “Let me”, she says as she takes over the vibrator and begins her own journey. She is really starting to enjoy the vibrator as she is relentlessly pulling me into her with one hand and controlling the vibrator with the other.
We are now in one of her favorite positions, me almost directly on top of her, with Jane straddling one of my legs and her kissing the hell out of me. As she does this, she wedges the vibrator in between her pussy and my thigh and pulls me directly on top of her. This is where I need to hold on and breathe as she is squeezing the hell out of my leg and chest. She is kissing me so hard I can barely breathe. But I hold on as I know where she is going.
This goes on for some time. I am gasping for breath, the pressure is building on my leg, my tongue looking for a time out, BUT I finally feel it start to build. She develops a rhythm and begins rocking me in a side-to-side motion with a steady, defiant pressure. Her tongue locks onto mine as if pinning it down at the end of a wrestling match. I feel it before I hear anything, but a quiver begins between her legs, and she clenches and unclenches them all the while squeezing me very hard and pinning my tongue down.
Finally, it becomes more than a quiver and begins rocking her from her pussy upwards. She releases my tongue, takes a very deep breath and finally begins to relax her anaconda snake grip on my body. She lays like this for a while as she gathers her strength and works hard to catch her breath. She now releases me and begins to laugh! “Wow”, is her first comment.
I know she is sensitive right now, but the jungle drums are pounding and push me on. I push her legs apart, spreading them wide open. She starts to object saying, “Noooo, it’s too soon!”, but her voice sounds far away as I plunge my face between her legs to smell and taste her juices. I plant my entire face into her pussy, smelling, tasting and reveling in her scents. I finally get my tongue working as it begins searching for her happy spot. I know where it is located, but I begin by working around the edges and then slowly start to zero in on the location. When I finally feel the small flap of skin that alerts me to its location, I begin to suck slowly over the area. I am rewarded for this with an Olympic wrestler-style headlock between her legs. Ok, too much. I back off and begin slowly licking and swirling around, trying to almost touch the location without actually touching it. Finally, I gently place my tongue over the location and put steady pressure on it. No swirling, licking or any other movement, just steady pressure. I am rewarded with a heaving moan and a stronger headlock, but it is all short-lived as she has relented to evolution once again. It is time to move out of her space and give her some time to recover.
As she is recovering and catching her breath, I stand naked by the side of the bed, looking down at her beautiful body lying there. I am lost in time and space as I smell her musky scent, combined with the release of her pheromones and juices that had just flowed. This is another moment in time and just the thought of it in the future will get me aroused.
Moments before, my tongue was thrust into her with my whole face buried between her legs, as I licked, sucked and lapped up her juices while exploring her beautiful lower lips looking for ways to provide additional pleasure. I love the taste of her and the smell of her as she ground her hips into my open mouth and tongue.
While soap and perfumes have their time and place, her sweaty, musky smell is intoxicating and something that stirs and calls to my inner desires. I just can’t get enough of that!
As I stand there looking down into her brown eyes, now burning like hot black coals, I start to stroke my semi-erect cock. As I am stroking myself and looking down at her nakedness, inhaling her scents, I begin to build toward a climax.
She shifts her body close to me in order to accept my load as I prepare to cum on her chest.
As I get closer to release, I can’t help but breathlessly call out her name; JANE…. I croak out. Full of desire, lust and need.
She responds immediately. MIKE…. She breathes with the same tenor.
My name, coming from her lips, combined with her scents and burning eyes released something deep inside of me and I immediately sprayed my load across her chest.
How she said my name, at that moment, is now burned into my memories and will not soon be displaced!
