This part is a bit longer, but concludes the story. More of the interesting stuff in this one. I was hoping to hear back from some of the readers to see if I should even bother continuing, but I never heard anything. People are reading the first part, so I hope they'll notice the second part, and read the rest. You don't have to tell me what you thought at all, but if you like it, I'd appreciate a comment. It'll make me want to write more. :) Enjoy.
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I sit on my couch with my eyes closed, savoring the the thought of what Marie looks like without her clothes on. I haven’t seen her without clothing yet, but I hope that will change.
I open my eyes, and look at the clock. I panic immediately. Its after eleven. She’s going to think I skipped out on her! I think to myself. I grab my keys off of the coffee table, and dash out of the door. I unlock my car, and throw myself in. Within minutes, I arrive at Marie’s apartment complex. I leap out of the car, and up dash up to the door of her building. I locate her name and apartment number on the intercom system, and press the button to let her know that I’m here.
“I’m coming! That’d better be you, John!” she says. The intercom buzzes, and I hear the door unlock itself. I open the door, and walk up the small staircase up to her apartment. She stands waiting for me outside of her apartment door, smiling. As I walk towards her, I notice that she is wearing blouse with a plunging neckline. Inwardly, I both sigh and laugh with delight. I’m going to have quite the time keeping my eyes on hers, and not on her chest, I think to myself. She again wears a simple pair of faded blue jeans, and a pair of sneakers instead of boots.
“I was beginning to think that you weren’t coming,” she says, giving me a warm embrace.
“I’m sorry. I was sitting on my couch, spacing out,” I reply, hugging her to me. “I woke up a little earlier than I usually do on my weekends, and I guess I was still kind of sleepy. Not to mention I have the world’s most comfortable couch.”
Marie laughs.
“You’re going to have to show me that couch sometime,” she says with a wink. “Maybe after lunch, we can go rent some movies, and watch them at your place, from your comfy couch.”
“I’d love to, Marie,” I laugh.
Marie locks the door to her apartment, and we leave. Even from this moment of leaving her apartment, I find myself unconsciously trying to impress her. I open the door to the apartments for her, and let her pass before me. As we set out down the street towards the small park that lies just south of us, I find myself with her arm linked through mine walking on the outside edge of the sidewalk.
“And they say chivalry is dead,” Marie says, laughing.
I blush, and explain to her that I wasn’t doing it on purpose.
“Are you impressed though?” I ask with a grin.
Marie looks seriously at me for a moment as we walk. I look at her to see if I have said something wrong, and witness her tongue slide across her lips, an unintentionally erotic gesture.
“I’ll let you know later tonight,” she says. As I look at the way she is looking at me, I begin to think that maybe the lip-licking wasn’t so unintentional. Rather than start to get my hopes up for a live action version of my dream, I quickly change the subject.
We remain at the park for about an hour. There is plenty to see as we amble through the well manicured pathways, encountering no less than five dog-walkers, a harassed looking woman with three screaming children in tow, and two slightly older gentlemen flying stunt kites, much to the joy of the small class of elementary school students playing on the playground.
We leave the park a little after half past noon, and head for a small restaurant that Marie knows about. We are seated immediately. The restaurant is dimly lit, though not in such a way that it hides shabbiness. The effect overall was actually fairly intriguing. Each small table and booth is separated by such a distance as to look like a little island floating in a sea of semidarkness, lit only by a small lamp in the center of the table. We are escorted to a booth by a waitress, and I motion for Marie to sit first. Before I can take a seat on the other side, she pats the seat next to her.
“Sit here. And don’t worry. I will bite you,” she says with a grin.
I laugh, and Marie winks at me. Sitting in the booth with her, and talking with her, it is quite clear that she was a very warm and caring person, not to mention a pure delight to be with. She tells me of her work, and the things that she likes to do when she isn’t working, and I share the same. We have similar tastes in music, and literature. The more I sit talking with her, the more I find myself becoming attracted to her.
During this time, we order food and drink., and continue our conversation. As we speak, Marie rests her hand on the small space in-between us as we sit in the booth. As the conversation and the meal progresses, she slowly moves her hand from the seat, to my leg. Thinking nothing of it, I continue on as normal, just chalking it up to her warm personality.
As we continue to speak, though, I find that she has other things in mind. She looks at me intently, and leans over to whisper in my ear.
“John, I’m going to be very forward. I’m attracted to you. Very attracted to you. I’m going to do something somewhat unbecoming of a lady, and I don’t want you to be alarmed. Just keep talking with me.”
Without further preamble, she unzips my pants, and slides her hand inside. She quickly works her way through my boxer shorts to my penis, which has become quite hard in the process. She frees my swollen member from the confines of my pants, and begins to stroke it slowly.
My eyes feel like they are bulging out of my head. I had planned on doing everything I could to make love to Marie by the end of the evening, but I hadn’t planned on her making the first move, not to mention such a drastic one. Marie continues talking as if nothing untoward is happening. My hands sit clenched into fists at my side, and I wonder how I am going to survive an encounter with a waiter or waitress.
Marie continues to talk with me as she works her hand up and down my penis. I try my best to communicate, but I find myself reduced to nodding and smiling. The sensations that are sweeping through me are becoming more and more difficult to ignore. I slide my hand in-between her legs, and press my hand up against her pussy. Even through the denim of her jeans, I can feel how hot she is. I cup her with my hand, and gently press the heel of it against where her clit would be. She begins stroking me faster as I do this.
It becomes a sort of game. We continue trying to talk to each other, and at times find it terribly difficult to do so. The waitress soon comes by with the check as Marie begins to vigorously stroke my dick with her hand. I near climax, and because of my quick breathing, Marie slows her strokes to a stop. I take this as my opportunity.
I unfasten the snap to her jeans, and slide my hand inside. I smile, glad to discover that she isn’t wearing panties of any sort. As I slide my hand down to her pussy, Marie sighs deeply. I first use the tips of my fingers to stroke her lips, amazed at just how wet she was already. I slide my hand up, and begin to rub her clit gently. I felt her legs trembling as I stroked her there. Becoming somewhat more daring, I lean over and kiss from her neck, up to her ear. Marie gasps as my tongue gently flicks at her earlobe.
“We have to stop now. Let’s go back to my apartment. Maybe we can watch a movie?” Marie says, breathless.
“Did...did I do something wrong?” I say as I remove my hand from her pants. Her hands dip below the tablecloth to fasten the snap again.
“That’s silly. You did everything right. I just want to cool down a little bit,” she replies. She looks at me gravely for a moment. “I’m going to fuck you better than you’ve ever been fucked. I want it to be perfect when it happens.” Then Marie smiles.
I stare at her, slightly shocked at her choice of words. My surprised look quickly turns to a smile. I draw my wallet from my back pocket, and leave a fifty dollar bill on the table. The meal cost half that, but I don’t care. I need to know every inch of this woman, and I need it now. The trip back to her apartment is a blur. All I can think of is seeing Marie’s gorgeous body completely nude. As I glance at her as we walk, I see her looking at me as hungrily as I feel.
We quickly reach her apartment. She fumbles the key into the hole, and rushes me up the stairs to her apartment. The lock is opened, and the door thrown back. I am nearly shoved into the apartment by Marie.
As soon as the door closes, she leads me to her bedroom. In the middle of the room is a massive four post bed with a canopy, covered in black sheets with a black blanket. Around the bed hangs a black canopy made of velvet.
“Sometimes, I like to sleep in, and I don’t like the sun trying to wake me,” she says, noticing me chuckling at the thick canopy. She dashes to the bed, throws both the blanket and the sheet to the ground, and ties the canopy back.
“Sit here,” she says. “Make yourself comfortable.”
I sit on the edge of the bed, and take my socks and shoes off. I take off both my shirt and my pants, and before I can remove my boxers, Marie stops me.
“I’ll take those off when it is time,” she says, her face lit with a mischievous smile. I simply nod, and sit back on the bed propped up by two fluffy pillows.
Marie takes a remote control from the night stand beside her bed. Soft music fills the room, and Marie begins to move with it. The sight of her dancing to the music is mesmerizing. For a woman of her height, she moves with a surprising amount of willowy grace normally reserved for professional dancers. As she dances, she removes her clothing. Before long, she dances before me naked, her ample bosom swaying with her movements. Just like in my dream, I am struck by just how perfect she is. Everything I look for in a woman, she has. Tall, thick, amd dark haired. Full lips, a quick smile, and a wit to match.
“Slide down,” she says as she climbs onto the bed. “You’re going to enjoy this, but I’m going to like it even more.”
I slide down so that my head is resting on the pillows. She stands up over me, her head nearly brushing the canopy top. She positions herself so that I am staring up at her hairless pussy. I can see drops of wetness on her lips, and all of the sudden, I find myself filled with an almost animal lust.
She then lowers herself down over my face, squatting so that her pussy is directly over my mouth. I kiss her lips gently, and slide my tongue across them. Marie moans longingly as I lick her and caress her with my lips. She slowly lowers herself some more, so that her pussy is very nearly pressed into my mouth. I slowly drag my tongue from the bottom of her pussy to the top. I flick my tongue against her clit, and she gasps as I begin to draw circles around it with the tip of my tongue. Marie grinds herself up against me, forcing my mouth wide. I slide my tongue in and out, fucking her with it. Marie’s breathing is becoming more and more ragged.
Next, she stands up, and turns around. Lowering herself to the bed again, she rests on her knees so that she has access to my cock. She finds me hard, and ready for attention, but she doesn’t even touch me. I continue to work at her clit with my tongue, and the room is filled with moans of lust and pleasure. As she begins moaning, she takes hold of my cock through my boxers, and strokes me. It feels good, but it isn’t as incredible as the feeling I had when she gave me the hand job in the restaurant. I squirm to try to free my penis from my boxer shorts, but she seems to be intent on keeping it covered. I continue to lick and suck on her pussy, enjoying every moment even if I’m not getting the hand job I feel my pussy eating skills deserve.
Then, without warning, I feel a warm sensation envelop my penis. Marie has taken it into her mouth, and is sliding her mouth up and down over the head. I gasp against her pussy with the pleasure of it. At this sound, she wraps her hand around my shaft, and begins to stroke in time with the bobbing of her head. As she sucks me, I feel as if I am leaving my body. Never have I know such pleasure, and I am no stranger to women. Again, I find myself fascinated by my reactions to this woman.
Sensing a growing tension in my legs, Marie slows her strokes and bobbing head to a stop, so as not to excite me past the point of no return. She climbs off of the bed, and drags my boxer shorts off of me and throws them to the floor.
“I need you to fuck me, John,” she says, her voice slightly hoarse from moaning. "I need your cock in me.”
I rise up and kneel at the foot of the bed as Marie takes her place before me. She spreads her legs wide, and I slide in-between them. My lips meet hers, and I position myself against the opening of her pussy. I taunt her like that for a few moments, just slightly and slowly working my head into her pussy. I kiss her as I do this, and with my free hand, I pinch and tug at one of her nipples.
All of the sudden, I thrust my hips forward, burying my manhood to the base in her pussy. I hear a low growling in her chest as I pump my hips back and forth. Her pussy is deliciously hot and wet as I fuck her. We continue to kiss, and occasionally Marie bites playfully at my lips. Smiling at her, I begin to pump faster and faster, so that all she can do is cling to the sheets. I lower my head to her breasts and draw one of her erect nipples into my mouth.
Marie continues to moan as I fuck her, and I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. Marie, sensing that I am getting close to cumming, slowly pushes me away from her. I sit back, and watch her as she turns over and gets up onto her knees.
“I want you to take me from behind, but I want you to do it slowly,” she says.
Happy to oblige, I lean her over so that she is on all fours. Using my hands to spread her lips apart, I slowly slide myself inside her, and then grasp her wide hips with both of my hands. Getting to look at what I am doing to her instills an even greater lust in me. I grin at her as I watch my cock sliding in and out of her, glistening with our juices. I realize, though slowly, that neither of us mentioned using any sort of protection. I mention it to her, in case she might have forgotten.
“You won’t get me pregnant. I can’t have kids,” she said, breathlessly. “I had my tubes tied. I’ve only been with one other man, and its been so long since I’ve fucked that I might as well be a virgin. You have nothing to worry about, and I would have told you if I had something. Now shut up and fuck me, John!” she says laughing.
With this forceful command, I quicken my thrusts, pulling Marie up against me as I thrust forward. With a gasp of pleasure she settles into a rhythm of thrusting herself back onto my cock as I thrust forward into her. Again, I can feel that sensation in my balls, telling me that I am close to cumming.
“Marie,” I say, barely able to speak. “I’m going to cum soon.”
She stops thrusting backwards at me, and pulls herself away from my cock. She takes me by the shoulders, and forces me back onto the bed. This time, she lowers herself down onto my cock rather than my face. As she touches my dick with her body, I gasp. There is resistance that I didn’t run into when I first pushed into her delightful pussy. It dawns on me. She is going to take me in her ass. I’ve had anal sex before, but not often. She looks at me as recognition dawns on my face.
“Looking forward to this, huh?” she says, smiling.
“I’ve been looking forward to making love to you since I found out what a wonderful person you are. This is an added bonus,” I reply, grinning like a fool.
She says nothing, but slowly works my dick into her asshole. Slowly the length of my cock slides into her extremely tight ass. My eyes close, and I throw my head back and utter a growl at the pleasure of it.
I slide my hand down towards her pussy, and find that she is already rubbing her clit with her hand. I push it gently out of the way, and begin stroking her clit as she fucks me. I look down as I rub her, and see my cock sliding in and out of her ass. With both hands free, Marie spreads her ample butt apart, to avoid creating any sort of resistance. She bounces up and down there, my cock slick with the fluids of her pussy, and my own lubrication. I slide my other free hand over the swell of her belly, and up to her large breasts. I take each one in my hand, savoring their weight. I pinch and tease her nipples to their fullest, marveling at how hard they become.
My breath comes in gasps, and Marie looks at me intently, knowing that I am very close to cumming.
“I’m so close, John,” she says, panting. “Please don’t stop. Your fingers feel so good on me.”
With this, she takes the length of my cock into her ass. She sits there, her ass resting on my legs. She grinds her hips back and forth as I continue to finger her clit. She begins to utter a series of yelps as she nears orgasm.
All of the sudden, I feel her whole body shudder as she cums. Her eyes flutter, and she throws back her head to let out a little scream of pleasure. As she cums, she grinds herself up against me with even greater force. The combined ass fucking and Marie’s orgasm are too much for me to handle. As much as I had been trying not to cum, it happens.
My cock explodes in her asshole. I clench my teeth tightly as I cum, feeling sweet release as my dick jumps and throbs inside her. My whole body quivers with the force of my orgasm, and Marie continues to rock back and forth with my cock buried deep within her ass.
My orgasm subsides, and Marie slides off of me and reaches over to the another night stand at the other side of the bed. From a small box on the top, she draws several moist wipes. She rubs my shrinking penis with the wipes, removing any traces of our love making. I sigh contentedly as she does this.
“You were right,” I said.
Marie laughs, lying down next to me.
“About what?”
“I’ve never been fucked like that. Marie, you’re incredible.” I turn to face her, and kiss her deeply. After many minutes, our lips part. Marie lies next to me with one arm draped across me, playing with my balls.
“I told you. I don’t lie,”
“There’s one thing that kinda bothers me, though,” I say, beginning to smile.
A worried look crosses Marie’s face.
“Oh no! What’s wrong?”
“I never did get to show you my couch, and we never did get to watch a movie.”
The room fills with Marie’s beautiful laughter.
“Well, maybe when you’re ready to go home tomorrow, I’ll tag along. You can show me then,” she says, tugging on my flaccid penis. It immediately responds, and begins to harden. “For now, though, we’ll stay here. We have things that still need to be done.”