The next morning I woke up feeling the warmth of Megan sleeping next to me and thought about the wild and lusty hours we enjoyed. Is this a fantasy come true—meeting a smart, sexy, beautiful woman in an empty bar in the middle of nowhere—two strangers seducing each other and ending up fucking each other’s brains out in a seedy motel?
But here I was listening to her quiet breathing next to me. I glanced at her sleeping on her stomach, a thin sheet covering us.
It was six-twenty-four according to the red numbers on the small digital clock radio on top of the TV. I got up quietly to go the bathroom to pee, washed my hands and glanced at myself in the florescent lighted mirror and looked into my eyes, wondering where this surprising meeting would end.
My thoughts were swirling. “Will we go our separate ways and that will be it? Was it destiny that we met like she thinks, or just random luck, a haphazard coincidence with no meaning? Do we control our lives or does life control us?
I remembered an old Greek poet I met when I was in Greece and how stunned I was when she said, “Life has more imagination than the mind,” and standing there in the stark light of the bathroom, I chuckled at the mysterious meaning of those wise words. I shook my head at my unanswerable questions and ran my fingers through my long hair then over my beard. All I knew was the present and the past. The future–where I was heading, with or without Megan, was a big unknown.
As I walked back to the bed, I looked at Megan asleep on her stomach, noticing how luscious her round ass looked under the white sheet. Suddenly, I had the urge to lay on top of her with my cock on her ass and the thin sheet between us. I wanted to wake her slowly from her sleep, uncertain how she would respond, but I had a feeling she would love a nice slow early morning fucking, and then fall back to sleep.
I got on the bed and lay down on her back, straddling her, my cock pressed against her firm, round ass, and loved how it felt through the barrier of the thin sheet. I felt her stir as I lay as still as possible, but soon moved her long auburn hair aside, kissed her neck and shoulder and felt her twitch. I kissed her other shoulder, then moved my tongue to her ear and slowly licked her earlobe.
She squirmed and I pressed my hard cock against her ass, the barrier of the sheet tantalizing me. I continued licking her ear, holding her hair aside then whispered in her ear, “I want to fuck you.”
She murmured and squirmed, causing my cock to get harder and press a little deeper into the crack of her ass through the sheet. I kissed and licked her neck, causing her to squirm more. I loved how her ass felt through the thin sheet as we both moved slowly, her soft murmuring and slow squirming getting faster as I pressed my cock harder, grinding it into her ass, loving how aroused we were both getting.
I reached up and pulled the sheet off of her shoulders, lifting myself so that the sheet was just below her ass, and pressed my cock deeper into the crack of her ass. I loved the feel of her smooth skin and how she felt squirming under me, my chest on her warm back, my lips kissing her shoulder.
Megan’s guttural moaning got louder when I moved her legs farther apart with my knees, grinding my hard cock deeper into crack of her ass, and at the same time, I reached under her and grasped her pussy in the palm of my hand, cupping it, holding it, feeling its wet warmth and softness. We were both still, the weight of my body pushing her pussy harder against the palm of my hand. She began squirming, rubbing herself against the pressure, each small movement sending pleasure to my cock, causing me to grasp her pussy tighter and grind my cock harder into her ass. Straddling her, my hand gripped her pussy, possessing her. I wanted to slowly awaken her need to be fucked.
Her squirming and rubbing her pussy into my hand grew more intense and soon she was humping my hand, lifting her ass against my cock, her breathing quickening. I was humping her, driving my cock harder and harder while my tongue licked her earlobe.
I entered my middle finger into her wet, tight pussy, feeling her gripping my finger as I held it still, letting her fuck my finger by lightening my weight slightly, her body rising then falling, rising and falling taking my finger deeper as she moved faster and harder. I entered a second finger and heard a loud gasp as I straddled her ass, my hard cock throbbing as she moved faster, fucking my fingers, her hungry lust growing.
“Mmm, I like this,” she gasped, moving faster, harder, up and down on my fingers, lifting me, forcing my hard cock deeper into the crack of her ass. I felt her tensing, getting closer to cumming and took my fingers out of her pussy, grabbed her pillow and shoved it under her, then grabbed and added mine and made a small hill that elevated her. Still straddling her, I continued grinding my cock into the crack of her ass.
Instinctively, she spread her legs, allowing me move the tip of my cock to her pussy. I slowly moved it up and down her soft wet pussy lips and fought off the urge to just thrust hard and take her.
“Mmm. This feels so good, so good,” she murmured.
“I love your pussy,” I whispered in her ear, kissing and licking it.
With each slow moving of my cock up and down her wet pussy, I entered deeper, moving the head of my cock slowly in a small circle and felt her pussy grip my cock, trying to draw me deeper. She spread her legs wider, inviting me to thrust harder, moving her ass slowly, opening up her tight pussy and drawing me in until I filled her.
I was now all the way in and lay still, my cock deep in her pussy and loved the sensation of her soft, warm wetness clutching my cock.
“Oh, yes, you feel so big in me,” she said as she squirmed slowly, her pussy gripping my cock.
I lay still, enjoying the tight, wet warmth of her pussy and the roundness of her ass. We lay like that for several minutes, arched over the pillows and moaned softly, savoring the intense sensation. After a moment, I started swiveling my hips and moved my cock in a small circular motion. Megan responded by moving slowly with me, our bodies speaking to each other.
“You feel so good,” she said softly, moaning.
“I love this,” I whispered in her ear and felt the small, slow, swirling motion of my cock deep in her tight pussy and our movements growing in intensity.
“I’ve never been fucked like this. I don’t want it to ever end,” she said.
After several minutes of that slow moving, my cock deep in her pussy, I started to gyrate a little faster, our screwing movements growing more intense as our need to cum was building.
“Oh fuck, I can’t stand this. Oh, fuck me, fuck me harder. Harder! I have to cum. Please! Make me cum!”
I was determined to go slowly and let the need to explode build slowly. I kept my cock moving in the small screwing motion.
Megan lifted herself off the pillows, moving her ass in a faster, swirling motion, but I increased my weight on her holding her down, trying to keep her still.
“Please, please, fuck me harder,” she said, turning to face me. “Please. Please, I can’t stand this.”
She was bucking against me harder. Her begging me made it impossible not to respond to her need, so I slowly pulled out and thrust my cock harder. After a few slow but harder thrusts, I pulled all the way out and rammed my cock deep and hard into her pussy causing her to gasp.
“Oh yes fuck me! Fuck me! Give it to me!”
Her screaming drove me over the edge. I lost all control and drove my cock into her as hard as I could. She was still arched over the pillows as my cock went in and out, harder and faster, both of us on the verge of exploding. Suddenly, I felt her body tremble and shudder. “Oh, Fuck! I’m cumming.”
As a huge orgasm swept over her, I kept thrusting, knowing I was on the verge of exploding but wanted her to cum again.
“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
I thrust harder and faster, pounding her pussy with all my strength and suddenly my cock swelled, just as she yelled, “Oh my God! I’m cumming again!” and another violent orgasm swept over her. I kept thrusting harder and faster and suddenly, my cock erupted filling her pussy and spilling out onto the pillow beneath her. I could not believe how intense my orgasm was as spurt after spurt gushed into her dripping pussy.
I collapsed on her body arched over the pillow and straddled her ass, both of us gasping and panting as we came back to earth. Neither of us spoke as we lay there.
“Hope you don’t mind a little wake up call,” I finally whispered in her ear as I lay on her.
“You can wake me up like that anytime.” She turned to me, smiling.
Still laying on her, I kissed the back of her neck and shoulders. “Let’s get a little more sleep then get some breakfast at the diner down the road.” I rolled off of her, kissing her again.
“Good idea. I love diner food.” She kissed me then turned and within minutes we were both a sleep.
************
Two hours later, I woke to the sound of the shower and saw that the place next to me was empty. I got up and went into the bathroom. Megan moved the curtain aside and invited me in with her curved index finger. “Come on in, the water’s great.”
I got in and took the soapy washcloth from her. I turned her around and began washing her back and shoulders then moved it down to her ass and between her legs, washing the dried cum from the inside of her thighs. While standing behind her, I moved my hand between her spread legs, placing the wet, soapy wash cloth on her pussy, holding it there then dropped it, replacing it with my middle finger. My other hand grabbed one of her tits and began playing with it under the cascading water and pressed the length of my hard cock against her ass. I kissed her shoulder as we stood there in the steamy shower and moved my finger in and of her pussy from behind.
She wiggled her ass against my cock, urging me to grind harder, while my finger moved deeper into her tight pussy. She arched her back slightly, fucking herself harder on my finger while the water pounded down on us.
Megan then bent forward and placed her hands on the tiled wall. Spreading her legs apart, she turned to face me, pushing her wet hair from her eyes and looked at me over her shoulder. We didn’t have to speak. Her lust filled eyes told me what she wanted. I took my fingers from her pussy, grabbed her hips and rammed my cock into her wide open pussy. Her scream echoed in the shower as I drove my cock into her dripping pussy.
“Oh baby! Fuck me! Fuck me hard. I love it.”
Her wet hair hung down over the front of her face as she lowered her head. With her hands flat against the wall, her strong arms pushed her pussy onto my cock as hard as she could. I felt my cum boiling in my balls and knew I was ready to explode.
Suddenly, Megan tensed and trembled. “I’m cumming! Keep fucking me! Don’t stop!”
I felt her whole body quiver then convulse as an intense orgasm swept over her. I continued to ram my swelling cock into her pussy as she pushed herself back and that was it. My cock erupted as a huge, thrilling orgasm ripped through me. Both of us screamed at the top of our lungs, our voices bouncing off the tiled walls.
I leaned over her back as the water poured down on us then turned her to face me and we kissed, embracing each other. I pulled my mouth away and we looked into each others eyes through our wet hair while the warm, soothing water cascaded over us as if under a waterfall. I turned off the water and reached outside for a towel. I handed it to her and got one for myself and we dried each other’s bodies, then she dashed for the bed and fell down on her back. I followed and lay down on top of her.
“I think I worked up an appetite for a good breakfast, how about you?” I asked.
“I’m famished. Let’s get going.” She smiled up at me then bucked me off of her and hopped off of the bed, grabbed her jeans and squirmed into them. She went to her backpack and pulled out a black turtleneck shirt, put it on, then slipped on her sandals and ran a brush through her wet hair. I put on my jeans and a fresh t-shirt from my backpack and just like that we were out the door.
I loved her spontaneity and within five minutes we were walking into Duffy’s Diner. It was early morning and a few customers were at the counter, hovering over coffee, but all the booths were empty. As we walked to a table, a plump waitress with bright red lipstick and wearing a pink uniform, called to us, “Sit anywhere, folks and I’ll bring you some coffee.”
We took our seats at a booth towards the rear and just as we sat down she brought us two mugs of coffee and handed us menus, “Morning folks, my name’s Rosie.”
“I know what I want,” I said. “Make it two eggs up, rye toast and home fries.”
“How ‘bout you, miss,” Rosie asked, as she wrote down my order.
“Same, except make mine over easy.”
When she walked away, Megan again said, “I love diner food.”
We picked up our coffee mugs and clicked them, smiling at each other. “To luck,” Megan said.
“To luck,” I repeated and took a sip of the hot coffee and let out a big, “ahhhhhhh.”
Megan took a sip of her coffee and also, gave a big, “ahhhhhhhh.”
We both laughed.
“I love coffee.” She took another sip then put her mug down and looked at me. “So Jon, what’s your story? Who are you? I know you love to fuck, but I want to know you.”
I laughed at her directness. “Yeah, we didn’t do much talking last night, did we?”
“True, but I can tell a lot about a man by how he fucks. And I already know a lot about you from that. But like I said, I’m insatiable. I want more of you, a lot more, so tell me your story.”
“I’ll tell you mine, if you tell me yours.”
“Okay, that’s fair,” she said, taking another sip of her coffee.
“I already told you a little. I’m a writer–novels, poetry. I was divorced two years ago. It was pretty friendly. We kind of wore each other out and I guess, a kind of boredom set in and we decided not to be in each other’s movie anymore. Now, I live in a cabin in Maine, off the grid, a simple, quiet life. I used to teach, but gave it up and now I’m doing what I’ve always wanted to do. I just write everyday.”
“Wow, off the grid. Cool!” Megan nodded. “It’s good that you can write everyday.”
“I’m actually pretty shy,” I continued, “so what happened with us last night was pretty different for me. Nothing like this has ever happened to me. It just seemed that when you walked in, something took over and I immediately knew I wanted you.”
“Me, too, I’m actually very shy, also, believe it or not. But like I told you, when I stopped in that bar, wanting to break out of my professional role, I was hoping I‘d would meet some guy who wanted what I wanted. Usually nothing happens when I do that. Sometimes I get lucky, but then it’s over and I feel kind of funny. It’s hard to explain… kind of empty. Anyway, it’s been awhile, but when I saw you, it was more than lust at first sight,” she added and laughed. “I really wanted something to happen when I saw you. I can’t explain it.”
“Maybe it was just being in a bar in the middle of nowhere, and we were strangers and we just let go of our inhibitions. There’s something exciting about anonymous sex–no strings, just lust.”
She nodded, just as the waitress came and put our breakfast down. We stopped talking, nodded thanks and continued talking as soon as she walked away.
“Yes, I know what you mean about anonymous sex, but I’ve had that–one night stands, but meeting you in the bar last night was different.”
“Different?”
“Yes, I was immediately attracted to you—especially when we started talking. I can’t explain it. You seemed different. After I broke up with this guy over a year ago, I just went into hibernation. I wouldn’t let anything like this happen, though I have had the opportunity with guys flirting and buying me drinks, but I always backed out at the last minute, getting them angry at me, calling me a tease and all that.” She took a deep swallow of her coffee and put her cup down on the table.
“What was different?”
“It was intuition. When I walked in and our eyes met and I felt a smile come over me, I knew I wanted you. I mean I was horny to begin with–that’s why I went there, but I can’t just fuck anybody. There has to be something else going on. When you paid for my drink and I saw that look in your eyes, and we started talking, I knew we were going to fuck and I wanted it to happen. I trust my intuition.”
“Are you sure you weren’t just horny. I mean after over a year of not fucking.”
“Positive. I wasn’t all that horny when I first walked in–though I wanted to be, but when I saw you, I got really turned on, but, like I said, it was more than lust.”
“You were dressed pretty provocatively, like you wanted action. Those tight jeans and tank top didn’t leave much to the imagination.”
“I like being sexy. I love my body and I love my mind and I like being in control.”
“Are you a tease?” I smiled.
“Maybe, I guess so. Yes, I like turning guys on. I like when guys look at me, but I rarely let anything happen. I guess I’m caught between my feminist ideas and my wanting to just let go.”
“That’s pretty dangerous isn’t it, turning guys on, teasing?”
“Yes and that’s exciting to me, the danger.” She took a sip of her coffee. “But like I said, I’m always in control. No one fucks me unless I want it.”
“You’re pretty complicated.”
“Yes and you like that don’t you,” she said. “I could tell you liked it when I said I was insatiable and you said you were going to make me beg me to stop—you liked the challenge and that’s when I was sure you were someone I could be interested in, the first guy in a long time. You weren’t afraid of me and you knew you could control me–that excited me very much.”
“Why did that excite you?”
“Because you made me your slut,” she said, pausing. “I’m not a slut but no one has ever reached that secret place in me, a place I keep hidden and you got me so out of my mind with lust, I wanted you to fuck me into oblivion. I wanted to give my whole body to you. I wanted to lose control with you. I felt how generous and powerful you are. You gave me what I needed, something no one else has.”
“Interesting,” I said, nodding, looking into her eyes, fascinated by what she was revealing, her honesty and intensity was making her even more appealing.
“So, what’s your story, Megan?” I asked, taking a bite of my toast. “I’m curious how you came to be so complicated.”
She laughed, nodding at my comment, took a sip of her coffee then sighed.
“What do you mean, your good girl days were behind you?” I asked then took a bite of my eggs.
“I realized that I didn’t like being a good girl and living with other people’s expectations. I loved sex and pleasure and left home to go to college. Actually I went to art school, and though I still loved to dance and sing, painting and pottery became my passion, but then my parents convinced me I should do something more practical and get a real profession and that’s what I did.”
“That must have been hard,” I said. “You’re an artist and you just stopped.”
Again, she sighed and nodded. “It was hard at first, but then I really got into studying women’s history and seeing how women are exploited, and I put all of my passion into studying and writing and becoming an advocate for women’s rights. It became important to me and still is, but….” She paused.
“But,” I repeated. “It’s always what comes after the word ‘but’ that says what you really think.”
Megan chuckled, nodding, indicating she knew what I meant.
“But underneath all my teaching and being a feminist, I began hating that word and felt a part of me was being swallowed up by my career and I was compromising who I was and knew I was missing something. Do you know what I mean?”
“Yes, you were living an image of what you thought you were supposed to be and not who you really are.”
“Right, I was confused, messed up inside and wanting to let the real Megan live.” She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, shaking her head.
I didn’t say anything but could see she was struggling to tell me her story, not just for my ears, but for hers. She opened her eyes, looked at me and smiled before speaking.
“So, what are you feeling?” I finally asked.
“Wait a sec. Let me tell you this. I remembered what it felt like to be painting and dancing and for a short while shared a studio with a friend in Soho when I was an art student and I felt so free, but I gave all that up to become a professor and make my dad proud of me–his daughter, the professor–and now I feel trapped and have been trying to break out, and it’s hard, really hard because I feel like I’ve been forced to bury a whole part of me and I have this whole secret self that I find exciting–my sexuality–but I have to sneak and hide it and I feel I’m living a lie.”
“I see,” I said, nodding, looking into her sad eyes.
“So I started dressing differently and going to bars. I wanted to feel free again and I met some cool guys, but you know, I found that the guys I fucked, we’re disappointments–selfish and egotistical. I wanted more than they could give me, more than just fucking.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, my curiosity growing, my wanting to understand. I reached for her hands, holding them, wanting to feel what she was feeling.
“I wanted a man who really knew me and cared about me and didn’t just want to get his rocks off. I mean I love fucking, you know that already, but none of them satisfied me in a way I needed, so about a year ago, after I broke up with this guy after realizing he wasn’t all he seemed, I decided I wasn’t going to have sex until I met a guy who I thought was right for me. I didn’t want to waste my time, and so I threw myself into my teaching and writing and I haven’t fucked anyone in over a year until last night.”
“Really, I’m flattered.” I was fascinated by what I was hearing and at how we were communicating.
“I stopped looking for the right guy. I stopped going to bars, to parties, to places just to meet guys and said the right man is going to come along when I least expect it–no more prowling, no more games, except for last night. For some reason, being far from home, I had the urge to go looking and had a feeling I’d be lucky and look what happened.”
“That’s really interesting,” I said, taking the last bite of my eggs. “After my divorce, I decided the same thing. I wasn’t going to look for anyone. I thought I would meet someone when I didn’t expect it. It would just happen. I went to some parties and even looked online, but I remembered reading that Indians when they went hunting, sat in one place and waited for the deer or whatever to come to them, rather than to go off looking for prey. So that became my philosophy. I just wrote everyday, worked in my garden, read and believed one day the right woman would walk into my life.”
“That’s so cool.” Megan smiled and our eyes explored each other’s eyes, both of us thinking. She leaned back, running her fingers through her auburn hair, causing her turtleneck shirt to strain against her tits. Her nipples stood out like little peaks. Looking at her made my cock get hard, but I wanted to keep talking. “God, she’s beautiful, sexy and smart,” I thought as I looked at her.
“So, last night, do you think it was destiny that I crossed your path and you captured me?” she asked, taking a last sip of her coffee.
“I told you I don’t believe in destiny. Our meeting was a fluke, an accident, a coincidence, but I’m glad we met. I’m glad you decided to go prowling. Very glad,” I said then paused. “Do you feel captured?”
“I think we might have captured each other.” She smiled and bit her lower lip.
“Is that good?”
“Maybe,” she said and shrugged her shoulders. “Who knows?”
“Some hunters like to catch then release and give animals back their freedom.”
“That’s true, but some hunters also like to make what they catch their pets.”
“You don’t seem like a woman who wants to be a man’s pet.”
“It all depends on the man and how good a master he is.”
“Oh,” I chuckled.
“He’d have to be able to handle a pretty wild animal…a wild, insatiable animal.” She smiled and we gazed into each other’s eyes.
“I like wildness in a woman and you know I’m just as insatiable as you.”
“I know that and I know that my intuition about you might be right. I felt how generous a lover you are. I felt you cared about my pleasure and that you were completely there for me. I need that.”
“Does it bother you that I am probably fifteen years older than you?”
“Your age doesn’t bother me at all, in fact, I like older men and I like your beard and long hair.”
“Why do you like older men?” I asked, curious and surprised.
“Experience, patience,” she answered, smiling. “And you seem very youthful. Your blue eyes have a twinkle and I liked how playful you were when we fucked. You were rough and gentle at the same time.”
“Thank you.” I took a last sip of my coffee and pushed my empty plate aside.
“If I’m not careful, I could fall in love with you.” She shook her head and smiled.
“But wouldn’t that complicate your life?”
“Maybe, but like I said, I follow my intuition.”
“I follow mine, too and I trust my intuition and am rarely wrong.”
“I like that.” She leaned forward and took my hand in hers. We looked into each others eyes then leaned forward and we kissed over the table.
“Let’s go back to the motel and test our intuition,” she said. “I’m already wet.”
“Good idea.” I reached for my wallet. “We have a few more hours before check out time, and I’m already hard from looking at your luscious tits.”
“You’re such a bad boy.” She smiled.
“And you’re such a naughty girl wearing such a tight shirt like that.”
I put twelve dollars on the table and waved to the waitress as we left. Megan walked in front of me and I loved how her ass swayed slightly as they strained her tight jeans.
When we got to the car, she stopped and kissed me. We hugged and kissed tenderly, then smiled warmly at each other. She went around to the other side and got in. While I drove, she reached over and put her hand on my thigh, just below my hard cock, then moved her hand and started rubbing the bulge in my jeans. I closed my eyes briefly from the sensation of her light touching. Fortunately, we didn’t have to drive far.
“You like this, don’t you,” she said, softly, looking at me.
“Yes.” I put my hand on top of hers as she rubbed me. “But you better be careful. You’re playing with fire.”
“Oh yeah, what are you going to do to me?”
“I’m going to drive you crazy.” I turned then smiled. “I’m going to give you something to remember.”
“You are, are you?” She squeezed my hard cock. “Well, I plan on driving you crazy, too.”
I pulled into the motel’s parking lot and parked in front of my room. We got out and walked up to the door. When we walked in, I noticed the time was nine forty five and check out time was noon. I had no idea what would happen when it was time to leave. Where would our passion for each other take us? But I was determined to take it hour by hour and live my philosophy of no expectations and just see what happens.
Once in the room, we stood still, looking at each other. We smiled as we looked into each other’s eyes. She could see the bulge in my jeans.
“I think you’re beautiful,” I said.
“Thank you,” she said with that slight playful smile she had when I first saw her walk into the bar. “You’re not so bad yourself.” She slowly started walking towards me.
I stepped towards her and took her in my arms and we kissed, tenderly at first. It felt good just to hold her close and kiss her gently, warmly, but then our kissing became more passionate. My probing tongue opened her warm lips and our tongues swirled with more intensity.
I moved my hands down to her ass and gripped her firm round cheeks. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, crushing her tits against my chest, and we moved together as if we were slow dancing, swaying and grinding against each other.
We continued kissing, holding each other close, both of us intuitively knowing we wanted a long, slow, intense morning of sensual pleasure, the complete opposite of our first encounter in the parking lot.
“Oh, this feels so good,” she whispered in my ear as I held her close, my hand on her ass, our bodies swaying and grinding harder, my hard cock pressed against her pussy.
She moaned as we moved against each other.
I moved my mouth to her throat, just above her collarbone and licked and kissed her. She lifted her shoulders slightly, bending her neck, giving me more access. Suddenly, she started grinding and humping her pussy harder against my cock, which made me hump and grind harder. Then I moved her so that she was leaning against the edge of the bureau and unbuttoned her jeans, remembering she didn’t have panties. Our eyes were fixed on each other while I pulled her jeans down over her hips. She squirmed as I lowered them down her thigh. I kneeled and took off her sandals and pulled the jeans over her feet. She knew what I wanted and spread her legs wide apart, stretching her legs on either side of me and leaned back with her ass on the edge of the bureau. I leaned forward, kissing and licking her thigh just below her pussy.
“Mmmm,” she moaned again.
I could see her wet pussy and smell the wonderful pungent smell of her sex. I was intoxicated.
“Oh, baby. I love this. I love this,” she said, pushing her pussy against my tongue.
I loved how vocal she was and how it made me want to increase her pleasure as she responded with words and sounds. It was such a turn-on and I licked harder, moving my tongue slowly up and down her wet pussy lips. Her legs were wide apart, her pussy completely open to me. She arched her back and leaned back against the bureau and pushed herself against my mouth, forcing my tongue deeper, then grabbed my hair and pulled me into her as she fucked my tongue, gasping, “I love it. I love it. I love it.”
I loved how strong and passionate she was. I moved my mouth to her clit, causing her to jolt.
“Oh, my God,” she gasped and screamed when I sucked her clit. “I’m going to cum!” She pushed her pussy harder against my mouth. I knew she was on the verge of exploding, but I wanted to drive her crazy, so I took my mouth away from her pussy.
“Oh, no, don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
I turned her around to face the bureau. She bent forward with her legs wide apart, her arms on the bureau, giving my mouth full access to her dripping pussy. I quickly continued licking from that angle, her round ass just above me as I licked her wet pussy with the flat of my tongue moving it from her ass to her clit. I loved licking her pussy; my tongue lapping up her juicy cunt. She pushed back against my mouth and wiggled her ass so that my tongue went deeper. “Oh Jon, this is so fucking hot,” she said as my tongue went deeper into her pussy, darting in and out, the tip of my tongue barely touching her soft-g-spot.
“Oh my God, I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum!”
Just as I felt her tense and tremble, I removed my tongue from her pussy and heard her scream. “No! Don’t stop! Don’t do this to me! Don’t!”
I was determined to tease and prolong her being on the verge of an orgasm and quickly laid down on my back on the carpeted floor and pulled her down so that her legs straddled my head and her pussy covered my mouth, almost smothering me. I pushed her so that her back was arched, causing her pussy to open more to my insistent tongue.
As her body arched, I saw her clit sticking out from its hood. I lifted my head, pressing my tongue harder against her pussy. My nose pressed against her clit as my tongue darted in and out and swirled around her pussy, my tongue driving her over the edge.
Suddenly, she screamed up at the ceiling, “Oh, fuck, Yes! Yes! Yes! I’m cumming, oh my God, I can’t stand it!”
Her whole body shook in a huge convulsion that kept going. Suddenly, she fell forward, collapsing on the carpet, just above my head. I got up on my knees as she lay on her stomach, gasping for air. Her legs were wide apart, cum on her thighs. Her luscious ass looked so delectable.
I got on my knees and crawled up to her. Kneeling between her open legs, looking down at her body, my hard cock straining my jeans. I quickly took them off and moved forward and turned her onto her back. She was breathing heavily. I leaned over and kissed her, then started weaving my fingers gently through her hair. Though still breathing heavily, when she opened her eyes and smiled at me, a sudden wave of tenderness swept over me.
I pulled her up by the arms and held her close as we both sat up on our knees, embracing each other, her tits crushed against my chest. I wanted her, but suddenly felt I wanted to touch her differently. Remembering her story of how she was struggling to be free to express her passionate sexuality and not compromise her spirit with empty relationships, I wanted to give her pleasure she would never forget. As we embraced, my hands rubbed her back and her arms pulled me closer.
I lifted her and we moved quickly to the bed. The sheets and blanket were all tangled from earlier in the morning. She lay down on her back and squirmed her way up the bed. I was between her open legs on my knees and she reached for me. I hovered over her with my hard cock straight out. I held it in my hand, and moved the tip of my cock up and down her pussy lips, touching her lightly, teasing her but getting myself so hot I didn’t think I would last much longer.
“Please. Don’t tease me. I want you. I want you!” She grabbed my arms and tried to pull me into her.
I smiled and looked into her hungry eyes. I wanted to tantalize her, drive her crazy and then give her what she’s been craving.
“Fuck me! Please. I need to cum. Fuck me hard!”
Her pleading excited me, causing me to move my cock harder against her pussy lips. Suddenly, she wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me into her. “Fuck me, damn it, now!”
Torn between wanting to make tender love and ravishing her, she pushed me onto my back. I could not believe how strong she was as she took over and straddled me. My cock was straight up. She grabbed it, lifted herself up and came down hard on my cock. She placed her hands on my shoulders, pinning me to the bed, lifting herself and came down even harder, impaling herself on my cock again and again.
“Okay, tough guy, you’re all mine,” she growled through clenched teeth as she rode my cock like a demon and I could feel her insatiable lust.
She was riding me like she was galloping on a horse, going up and down harder and faster, her tight pussy gripping my cock. Suddenly, she let go of my shoulders, sat straight up and grabbed her tits. She was pinching and twisting her nipples, her hair flailing all over the place. She was a wild woman, going up and down harder and harder, faster and faster. “Oh God! I’m cumming I’m cumming! I’m going to cum hard!”
Just as she erupted in an orgasm, I grabbed her and flipped her on her back, got between her open legs and rammed my cock deep into her pussy with one fierce thrust, causing her to gasp as her whole body shuddered again in violent spasms. Her mouth opened wide, but no sound came from her throat as wave after wave swept through her.
Again, I reared my hips back and thrust deep into her pussy and after a few hard, thrusts, erupted–cum gushing out of me and into her pussy as my orgasm ripped through me like an electric shock.
“Oh, Megan! Megan!”
I had never experienced such a long, intense orgasm, or felt so close to a woman.
I then collapsed on her, our bodies completely spent, both of us panting and gasping for air as we lay in our warm wetness. Neither of us could speak as we tried catching our breath. Finally, I rolled off of her and wrapped my arms around her. We were facing each other, trying to absorb the power of what had just happened.
I glanced over at the digital clock and saw that it was eleven o’clock. We would be checking out in an hour. We were quiet, lying in the afterglow of our passion, both of us realizing that what started out as lust the night before was becoming much more. We did not have the words to articulate it, or know what to do with the feelings rising in us.
“That was wonderful,” Megan said. “Thank you. Thank you.”
“Yes, it was,” I whispered, “now what?”
“I don’t know.”
We were quiet again, aware that we would have to check out of the motel in less than an hour and go our separate ways.
After another long silence, she smiled. “I know you don’t believe in destiny,” she said. “But I think our paths will cross again–very soon.”
“I do too. I don’t know when or how, but I think they will.”
And they did. I went back to my cabin in Maine and she went back to her teaching in New York. We emailed and spoke on the phone and then I made a few trips to New York and she made a few trips to Maine. Our visits to each other got longer and it got harder and harder to leave and go back to our lives. After a year of doing that, Megan moved into my cabin and wrote articles and started painting again and from time to time went off to give talks, while I wrote my stories and poetry, both of us amazed and grateful that our one night of lust became many years of much more.
