"Sex is a wonderful, powerful thing because it not only cleanses the body of toxins and negative stress, but it bonds two people in an intimate embrace for a few moments in time." Bella Artista, 2006
Have you ever been so stressed out you wanted to scream until blue in the face? Well that is how I felt for a few days straight. My normal cure for stress is hot passionate, hair pulling, ass slapping sex with my boyfriend but he was out of town on a family matter.
I am a 2-3 times a day kind of girl so going even a few days with out drives me insane let alone the two weeks I was currently without. The longer I go without the more vicious I become.
Just as I was snapping and cursing everyone I love out, I hear the doorbell ring. I answer the door and find my guy standing there with flowers.
No hello's, no kisses, no I missed you's, no foreplay. I just pulled him through the door and dropped to my knees. His pants were on the floor (along side the flowers) before he could even speak. This excited him greatly and he grabbed my hair then began pulling it the way I like. He then spun me around, right there in the doorway, ripped off my panties, pushed me into the doggy position, one hand pulling my hair aggressively while the other pulled forcefully at my hip, allowing the deepest penetration. Every inch of my body trembled with excitement and pleasure as he pounded the upper most walls of my womanhood. The lyrics "I want to F*ck you like an animal" played in the back of my head. "Oh YES! DEEPER, HARDER! YES DADDY! YES! HURT ME BABY!
My breathing showed how close I was to explosion. Just as I began to climax for the 5TH time, I felt him begin to tremble and heard his breathing match mine in rhythm. The hair pulling became more intense, and just as I thought my head would be pulled right off my body, we exploded. Violent volcanic eruptions shot forth from our bodies into each other. Eventually we made our way to my room where we continued tearing into each other for hours. The next morning I awoke stress free and once again able to deal with daily life.
"As he eagerly drank from my body's well; streams of water burst forth from the depths within me." Bella Artista, 2006
Rated R and XXX Fictional and real romance short stories about big beautiful women and the men who love them.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Diamonds and Pearls (True story with moderate changes such as removal of names).
On a night just like any other a beautiful curvy woman and her friend are out dancing at various clubs. Neither of them intent on picking up any men; just enjoying a girls night out. A club called Pinkies was the last on their list; they had already seen a concert, visited one club, a bar, and now this place. She was accustom to men asking her to dance; so it came as no surprise when three men were competing to dance with her. She desired to rest a while so she told them all to wait. The water she pressed to her lips refreshed her tired body. A few minutes after the men scattered to their various places another man (much sexier than the others) asked her to dance. She wanted nothing more then to dance with him the rest of the night; she felt drawn to him.
He had just worked a double shift and needed to unwind. "Just one drink, then home to bed," he promised himself. The place he chooses is close to his work; he has been in there several times before. He steps into Pinkies, normally a quiet place with minimal people dancing. Goes to the bar and orders a drink before heading to the sitting area near the dance floor. Leaning on the bar that separates him from the floor tables he spots her talking to three men. He watches as they leave the table with forlorn looks upon their faces. Her curves entice him; her self confidence intrigues him, her beauty astounds him; he knows he must act now. He leans over the bar and asks if she will dance with him. She smiles and says yes.
They move to the dance floor; the music moving their bodies like a puppet master moving his toys. Her full hips hypnotize him as they move and giggle; her breast gesticulate his hungry eyes. He pulls her body closer to his pressing his hard muscles against her soft curves. She trembles as his hands find the small of her back. Their bodies now entwined in a rhythmical swaying to the music; their minds making love long before they ever physically would. Every move was foreplay, every touch was coition, every embrace was climax.
She grew tired from dancing and retired to her table; he followed. He watched as her thick hips swayed back and forth. He bit his lip as her thighs touched while she walked. He could barely stand not taking her then and there. He wanted her sexually that was for certain.
They sat and talked long after the sun had peeked into the sky. He never expected he would like her more than sexually; but after hearing her talk he could not shake the feelings of respect and desire to get to know her more. He stared at her lips while she talked; he could hear her but the more she talked the more her lips became a focal point of his desire. He tried to think of other things, "Breast, yes, they are so large and soft. I could just lay my head on them and..." his mind drifted back to her full naturally red lips.
Her friend had found someone to dance with the entire time, but now the two sat down at the table. The two lovebirds went from getting to know one another to group chatting. The sexy man got up, took the curvy woman's hand, and requisitioned her to follow, "come with me." She hesitated at the boldness of him to command her in such a way, but was equally curious as to what could be so important.
They round the bar, pass some barroom games, and reach the slot machines. He thrusts her back against a machine and kisses her so passionately that her knees become weak. He holds her full frame up while they continue orally accosting one another; hands almost bruising as they grasp her arm and waist. Finally her head begins to clear and she slowly breaks away from the kiss. She asks why he wanted her to leave the table. He looks at her straight in the eye and states, "so I could do that (motioning to the embrace they just shared)." Her face becomes crimson with embarrassing, her heart filled with adoration and admiration.
Part of her wanted him to take her then and there, but she was holding out for something more than casual sex; she had yet to tell him this. How presumptuous it would be to come out and say, "Hey by the way, I don't have casual sex." She would just have to wait until he said something. The morning light peeked through the front doors. He took her to the bar and asked the bartender for a pen.
He wanted nothing more in the world than to take her home, but there were two reasons he did not. One reason was his lack of sleep (which alone would not have stopped him), and theother was his desire to actually spend more time with her before taking her to bed; she intrigued him. He asked her for her number, then bid her goodnight with another long kiss.
Sadly she lived one state away and was only in town for one week; so when she told him, he made an effort to take her out before she went back to her state.
He would not tell her where they were going; it was to be a surprise. Once she was in the car, he blindfolded her. She was very frightened, wondering what she got herself into, so she reached into her purse and felt for her knife. Secretly, she slid it up her sleeve and held it there. After about 12 minutes of driving the vehicle stops and someone comes to take the keys. "Okay, there is Valet so I am not in the desert someplace." He walks her into the showroom and sits her down on a bar stool. He slides his body between her legs, hugs her, and kisses her exposed lips. "Why did I wear pants?" She thought to herself as his manhood brushed her womanhood. Soon there was a commotion as the stage was being filled with performers. He whispered in her ear, "Are you excited?" She shook her head in agreement.
A familiar sound rose from the stage; she pressed her thighs together as the music she loved so much trembled through her body. He motioned to remove the blindfold but was too late, she had already torn it from her face. Her heart, body, and mind raced; "he was actually listening to me yammer on the first night we met." She had mentioned how much she loves Prince so he took her to see a wonderful impersonator; so wonderful that she thought it was really him several times throughout the night.
He asked her to dance to Diamonds and Pearls; she agreed. He stood behind her smelling her hair moving with her body arms locked around her just below her breast. He pet her stomach and sides as they slowly moved to the music. His heart skipped a beat.
As he held her in his arms, she could feel his face in her hair. She wanted to turn around and hug him back, but he would not let her. Every time he would pet her stomach she would feel strange yet excited, She had never met someone who enjoyed touching it instead of tolerating it. While she never had problems with men because of her beauty, she could always tell they wished she did not have a stretch-marked stomach from baring a 12 pound child only 2 years ago. His hands moved to her stomach again, this time she let them stay there instead of moving them away. Her heart skipped a beat.
One month later she was back in town again. They had spoken on the phone nearly every day since she went home. They had grown much closer and actually became friends. The day after she arrived he took her and her son to lunch. They flirted and talked while her son romped on the playground equipment. He told her how much he missed her, and she admitted she missed him just as much. After lunch he took them to the hotel and went home. She continued her work for most of the week; still they spoke every night. She expressed her desire to go to the race track; he offered to take her.
He had a ticket to the racetrack for himself for the past four months now. He did not know she enjoyed racing even though they had been getting to know each other for a month now. He knew he only had one ticket but he invited her any way; "I will just buy a ticket from a scalper, even though they cost 3 times as much as a regular ticket." He liked her enough to pay the extra.
She steps out of the car in a mini skirt, heels, and a almost sheer top. She was ready for the rumble of the cars and anything else that might happen. They still had not gone any further than kissing so she was ready to send out all the GO signals. They had friendship, they had desire, time to step it up to see if they could have something more. She looks over to see him buying a ticket in the parking lot. "NO way. He is spending all that money on me and I still haven't put out; that's awesome!" She thought to herself as they walked toward the races. Once again he walked behind her.
He caught glimpses of her cheeks peeking out above her perfectly fat thighs. Thoughts of being with her filled his brain. "Why does she tease me so?" He thought to himself. He walks closer to her, his self control is no longer available, and he slides his hand up her thigh onto her cheek lifting her skirt to see her full bottom accented by the g-string wrapping around her hips. His hands slid around to the front as he presses his body against her bottom. She tips forward onto someone else's vehicle and squeals with delight. His hands move to her woman hood and feel how she is reacting to his touch. She raises her backside into his hard shaft that is still inside his pants. A man passes by jaw dropping at what he has seen. The two of them jump up; reasoning returning to their heads.
She curses the man who walked by as she struggles to walk in her own moisture. "Maybe pants would have been a better idea," she reconsiders too late. She tries to get him to walk in front of her or along side her, but he is all to happy being behind her. She looses thought of him once she sees the cars she loves so much, and six Clydesdales. She had never seen horses so enormous before; she nearly lost her footing. He caught her just as she was recovering. She blushed and thanked him.
Seated next to him they looked out over the racetrack. Dale Earnhardt walked across the track; the one and only time she would ever see him alive. Others like Gordon, and Johnson walked to their cars as well. The event was about to start.
He felt her hand grab his knee as the vehicles started up their engines. He had never seen a woman have an orgasm over a car before; she was proving to be more and more interesting by the moment. His manhood grew hard and he let her know it. She jumped at first then allowed him to place her hand higher up on his pants. She did not need to move her hand much further up his leg since he was so well hung; chances are she would have found it on her own by mistake but he wanted her to know right then and there that she was turning him on.
As he held her close to him, her hand still laying gently on his manhood, he gently rubbed her breast over her shirt; as if the race was not exciting enough. She tried hard to stay focused on the race and not on her desire to jump him. To make matters worse the cars vibrated the seats making her constantly exhilarated. Half way through the race neither of them could take it any more and rushed toward the car.
As much as they wanted each other right in the parking lot they were both determined to make the first time be someplace other than the back of a car. But that did not stop the foreplay. As he drove she rubbed his pants and he touched her breast then her womanhood. She wanted him to pull over so much. But still it was not right. Finally they got a hold of themselves and decided to still wait before going the next step.
Her last night in town he took her and her son to dinner. She told him she had feelings for him but knew it could not work as a relationship long distance. She told him that next time she is in town she wants to take it to the next step, but does not expect him to only be with her.
He stares at her as she speaks, if only he could explain to her what he is feeling but he cannot. He has always had difficulty saying what he is feeling. "Why can't she tell just from the way I treat her? I obviously can go without having sex with her so she must be able to see I want more." He leans over and kisses her to stop her from talking.
His kiss pulls her out of her over thinking mode. She looks at him sideways, knowing what he just did. She does not pull away when he takes her hand and puts it over his heart. He says nothing, just smiles and holds her hand there. She knows what he is saying, and smiles.
Back in her home state they once again talk every night. They both know they have feelings for each other, but neither has said those three special words. She asks if he is getting out and having fun. He says not since he met her. She smiles; her whole reason for asking was to hear him say he only wants her. The month flies by fast and soon she is back for another week.
He takes her and her son out the night she arrives; then asks her to stay with him. She lets her son stay at her mom's house again and agrees to stay with him the whole night. He first drives her out to the lake for some romantic time together.
Once at "lookout point," she walks over to the two foot high wall on the edge of the mountain that overlooks the lake, opens her blouse exposing her naked breast in the car headlights, tosses her hair in a come hither way, and sits on the wall; open legged. The temperature is beyond cold near 40 degrees F.
He shuts the lights to the car off and walks over to her. "Aren't you cold?" "Yes, now come warm me up she says as she grabs at his belt, pulling him closer. He drops to his knees and kisses her. He moves his kisses down her neck and continues down until his lips meet her breast for the first time. He kisses them slowly at first; savoring every moment. He has never seen breast so large, they are as big as his head. His excitement builds in his pants.
She tosses her head back and moans from his touch. She lays long ways on the wall and encourages him to lay on top. He keeps his loins shielded in his pants but he moves his hips between her thighs and teases her. He stops to kiss her breast then kisses down her stomach and keeps moving until he reaches his goal. Lights flash around a corner and they run back to the car. Panting they watch as the police car rounds the bend. Her shirt haphazardly closed they act as though they are gazing at the stars; she points a few out and they laugh as the police light flashes across the car then move past. The police car now gone; he starts the car. She starts to button her shirt and he asks her to leave it open as they drive. Aware that she has no bra on she agrees. He slides his hand over her thigh and pulls her legs apart. His hand caresses her gently.
They arrive at his place. This is the first time she has ever been there because she knew to stay away, or else they would play. They walk through the front door to find his female roommate crying. He walks his date to his room and asks her to give him a minute. She stands there staring at the closed door not sure how to react. Nothing but silence for 10 minutes according to her watch. Doubts and thoughts of dastardly deeds run through her head. When a bad enough thought runs through her head she reaches down picks up her purse tears about to form in her eyes and she reaches for the door. Just as her hand touches the knob the door flies open. She stands shocked and angry. The door closes behind him and he just stands there staring at her. A tear rolls out of her eye and down her cheek. He still stands at the door. She takes a step forward, he walks toward her, staring into her eyes, grabs her, pulls her close, and begins to devour her neck and lips with such passion that her body begins to tremble. Just as he nears her ear he whispers, "I love you"; she collapses in his arms, tears streaming down her face. Her breathing is nearly halted as he moves his hands over her breast. Holding her plump body up he moves her over to his bed and lays her down gently. While laying over her, he continues to touch and taste her still trembling body. He moves down her chest, reopening her blouse and moving down to her skirt. He pulls her skirt just below her bottom and takes a moment to gently rub the front of her lace panties with his thumbs. He continues to pull the skirt off and toss it on the floor. He does the same with her lace undies. Passionately he slides his hands up her thighs staring at her until he begins to taste her flowing river.
Her body heat rises and she begins to moan out in approval. Her body trembled with every lick of his tongue. Spikes of heat shoot up through her ribs reaching her nipples and hardening them. She holds onto the back of his head as her body rises and falls until she sits straight up, cries out, and collapses back down onto the bed.
He looks at her through love-struck eyes. He kisses her lovingly. He smiles at her as she pulls off his shirt and rubs her hands over his shoulders, down his pecks and onto his stomach. Her touch is like liquid fire burning from his head to his shaft. He wants to help her remove his pants but she will not let him. She is eager to free his bulging manhood from its prison. His eyes roll to the back of his head as her soft hands touch him for the first time. She wants to return the favor but he does not allow it. He cries out, "STOP!" Obeying she stares at him; the look of confusion crosses her face. "I am about to explode" he breaths out. Laying her back down, he kisses her and moves his manhood over her clit. She grinds her hips up toward him. His hands and mouth consume her nipples; she bites into the back of her hand to keep from screaming out. The nails of her free hand dig into his shoulder. Slowly he slides inside her. Her body responds instantly. Soon slow thrusting becomes fast thrusting. He pushes in deeper as her feet moved higher and higher up his back. Seeing her heels by his head intensified his thrusting even more. Her moans grew louder. He pressed his lips against hers to keep her quiet but that was not working. "OH YES, DEEPER, HARDER" words flew from her mouth as her body burst over his shaft time and time again. The more she exploded onto him the harder the thrust became. He could feel her tight anatomy squeezing around his shaft. He cried out, "I'm coming" just as she was climaxing again. OH YES they both exclaimed. The night continues on with several more love-making sessions, until morning light.
Once again back in her own town the calls continue each night, only now there is an added bonus that comes along with each call.
A few months pass of this monthly bonding followed by intense lovemaking.
One day while she is visiting he once again blindfolds her and drives her off to some place. When he uncovers her eyes she is at her mother's house the family is there and he is on one knee holding two boxes in his hands; one is a small square and one is a long rectangle. He holds out the small square and opens it. Inside is a large diamond ring. "Will you marry me?" He asks her. Tears fill her eyes, she cannot speak, she looks around at everyone then back at him, hands cupping her mouth as she shakes her head yes and says, "I will." He puts the ring on her finger embraces her then hands her the other box. Inside is a beautiful pearl necklace. She looks at him puzzled. He smiles and says, "Diamonds and Pearls." "The song that was playing when I first fell in love with you. She smiles, lays her head against him and says, "that is where I first fell in love with you too."
They move to the dance floor; the music moving their bodies like a puppet master moving his toys. Her full hips hypnotize him as they move and giggle; her breast gesticulate his hungry eyes. He pulls her body closer to his pressing his hard muscles against her soft curves. She trembles as his hands find the small of her back. Their bodies now entwined in a rhythmical swaying to the music; their minds making love long before they ever physically would. Every move was foreplay, every touch was coition, every embrace was climax.
She grew tired from dancing and retired to her table; he followed. He watched as her thick hips swayed back and forth. He bit his lip as her thighs touched while she walked. He could barely stand not taking her then and there. He wanted her sexually that was for certain.
They sat and talked long after the sun had peeked into the sky. He never expected he would like her more than sexually; but after hearing her talk he could not shake the feelings of respect and desire to get to know her more. He stared at her lips while she talked; he could hear her but the more she talked the more her lips became a focal point of his desire. He tried to think of other things, "Breast, yes, they are so large and soft. I could just lay my head on them and..." his mind drifted back to her full naturally red lips.
Her friend had found someone to dance with the entire time, but now the two sat down at the table. The two lovebirds went from getting to know one another to group chatting. The sexy man got up, took the curvy woman's hand, and requisitioned her to follow, "come with me." She hesitated at the boldness of him to command her in such a way, but was equally curious as to what could be so important.
They round the bar, pass some barroom games, and reach the slot machines. He thrusts her back against a machine and kisses her so passionately that her knees become weak. He holds her full frame up while they continue orally accosting one another; hands almost bruising as they grasp her arm and waist. Finally her head begins to clear and she slowly breaks away from the kiss. She asks why he wanted her to leave the table. He looks at her straight in the eye and states, "so I could do that (motioning to the embrace they just shared)." Her face becomes crimson with embarrassing, her heart filled with adoration and admiration.
Part of her wanted him to take her then and there, but she was holding out for something more than casual sex; she had yet to tell him this. How presumptuous it would be to come out and say, "Hey by the way, I don't have casual sex." She would just have to wait until he said something. The morning light peeked through the front doors. He took her to the bar and asked the bartender for a pen.
He wanted nothing more in the world than to take her home, but there were two reasons he did not. One reason was his lack of sleep (which alone would not have stopped him), and theother was his desire to actually spend more time with her before taking her to bed; she intrigued him. He asked her for her number, then bid her goodnight with another long kiss.
Sadly she lived one state away and was only in town for one week; so when she told him, he made an effort to take her out before she went back to her state.
He would not tell her where they were going; it was to be a surprise. Once she was in the car, he blindfolded her. She was very frightened, wondering what she got herself into, so she reached into her purse and felt for her knife. Secretly, she slid it up her sleeve and held it there. After about 12 minutes of driving the vehicle stops and someone comes to take the keys. "Okay, there is Valet so I am not in the desert someplace." He walks her into the showroom and sits her down on a bar stool. He slides his body between her legs, hugs her, and kisses her exposed lips. "Why did I wear pants?" She thought to herself as his manhood brushed her womanhood. Soon there was a commotion as the stage was being filled with performers. He whispered in her ear, "Are you excited?" She shook her head in agreement.
A familiar sound rose from the stage; she pressed her thighs together as the music she loved so much trembled through her body. He motioned to remove the blindfold but was too late, she had already torn it from her face. Her heart, body, and mind raced; "he was actually listening to me yammer on the first night we met." She had mentioned how much she loves Prince so he took her to see a wonderful impersonator; so wonderful that she thought it was really him several times throughout the night.
He asked her to dance to Diamonds and Pearls; she agreed. He stood behind her smelling her hair moving with her body arms locked around her just below her breast. He pet her stomach and sides as they slowly moved to the music. His heart skipped a beat.
As he held her in his arms, she could feel his face in her hair. She wanted to turn around and hug him back, but he would not let her. Every time he would pet her stomach she would feel strange yet excited, She had never met someone who enjoyed touching it instead of tolerating it. While she never had problems with men because of her beauty, she could always tell they wished she did not have a stretch-marked stomach from baring a 12 pound child only 2 years ago. His hands moved to her stomach again, this time she let them stay there instead of moving them away. Her heart skipped a beat.
One month later she was back in town again. They had spoken on the phone nearly every day since she went home. They had grown much closer and actually became friends. The day after she arrived he took her and her son to lunch. They flirted and talked while her son romped on the playground equipment. He told her how much he missed her, and she admitted she missed him just as much. After lunch he took them to the hotel and went home. She continued her work for most of the week; still they spoke every night. She expressed her desire to go to the race track; he offered to take her.
He had a ticket to the racetrack for himself for the past four months now. He did not know she enjoyed racing even though they had been getting to know each other for a month now. He knew he only had one ticket but he invited her any way; "I will just buy a ticket from a scalper, even though they cost 3 times as much as a regular ticket." He liked her enough to pay the extra.
She steps out of the car in a mini skirt, heels, and a almost sheer top. She was ready for the rumble of the cars and anything else that might happen. They still had not gone any further than kissing so she was ready to send out all the GO signals. They had friendship, they had desire, time to step it up to see if they could have something more. She looks over to see him buying a ticket in the parking lot. "NO way. He is spending all that money on me and I still haven't put out; that's awesome!" She thought to herself as they walked toward the races. Once again he walked behind her.
He caught glimpses of her cheeks peeking out above her perfectly fat thighs. Thoughts of being with her filled his brain. "Why does she tease me so?" He thought to himself. He walks closer to her, his self control is no longer available, and he slides his hand up her thigh onto her cheek lifting her skirt to see her full bottom accented by the g-string wrapping around her hips. His hands slid around to the front as he presses his body against her bottom. She tips forward onto someone else's vehicle and squeals with delight. His hands move to her woman hood and feel how she is reacting to his touch. She raises her backside into his hard shaft that is still inside his pants. A man passes by jaw dropping at what he has seen. The two of them jump up; reasoning returning to their heads.
She curses the man who walked by as she struggles to walk in her own moisture. "Maybe pants would have been a better idea," she reconsiders too late. She tries to get him to walk in front of her or along side her, but he is all to happy being behind her. She looses thought of him once she sees the cars she loves so much, and six Clydesdales. She had never seen horses so enormous before; she nearly lost her footing. He caught her just as she was recovering. She blushed and thanked him.
Seated next to him they looked out over the racetrack. Dale Earnhardt walked across the track; the one and only time she would ever see him alive. Others like Gordon, and Johnson walked to their cars as well. The event was about to start.
He felt her hand grab his knee as the vehicles started up their engines. He had never seen a woman have an orgasm over a car before; she was proving to be more and more interesting by the moment. His manhood grew hard and he let her know it. She jumped at first then allowed him to place her hand higher up on his pants. She did not need to move her hand much further up his leg since he was so well hung; chances are she would have found it on her own by mistake but he wanted her to know right then and there that she was turning him on.
As he held her close to him, her hand still laying gently on his manhood, he gently rubbed her breast over her shirt; as if the race was not exciting enough. She tried hard to stay focused on the race and not on her desire to jump him. To make matters worse the cars vibrated the seats making her constantly exhilarated. Half way through the race neither of them could take it any more and rushed toward the car.
As much as they wanted each other right in the parking lot they were both determined to make the first time be someplace other than the back of a car. But that did not stop the foreplay. As he drove she rubbed his pants and he touched her breast then her womanhood. She wanted him to pull over so much. But still it was not right. Finally they got a hold of themselves and decided to still wait before going the next step.
Her last night in town he took her and her son to dinner. She told him she had feelings for him but knew it could not work as a relationship long distance. She told him that next time she is in town she wants to take it to the next step, but does not expect him to only be with her.
He stares at her as she speaks, if only he could explain to her what he is feeling but he cannot. He has always had difficulty saying what he is feeling. "Why can't she tell just from the way I treat her? I obviously can go without having sex with her so she must be able to see I want more." He leans over and kisses her to stop her from talking.
His kiss pulls her out of her over thinking mode. She looks at him sideways, knowing what he just did. She does not pull away when he takes her hand and puts it over his heart. He says nothing, just smiles and holds her hand there. She knows what he is saying, and smiles.
Back in her home state they once again talk every night. They both know they have feelings for each other, but neither has said those three special words. She asks if he is getting out and having fun. He says not since he met her. She smiles; her whole reason for asking was to hear him say he only wants her. The month flies by fast and soon she is back for another week.
He takes her and her son out the night she arrives; then asks her to stay with him. She lets her son stay at her mom's house again and agrees to stay with him the whole night. He first drives her out to the lake for some romantic time together.
Once at "lookout point," she walks over to the two foot high wall on the edge of the mountain that overlooks the lake, opens her blouse exposing her naked breast in the car headlights, tosses her hair in a come hither way, and sits on the wall; open legged. The temperature is beyond cold near 40 degrees F.
He shuts the lights to the car off and walks over to her. "Aren't you cold?" "Yes, now come warm me up she says as she grabs at his belt, pulling him closer. He drops to his knees and kisses her. He moves his kisses down her neck and continues down until his lips meet her breast for the first time. He kisses them slowly at first; savoring every moment. He has never seen breast so large, they are as big as his head. His excitement builds in his pants.
She tosses her head back and moans from his touch. She lays long ways on the wall and encourages him to lay on top. He keeps his loins shielded in his pants but he moves his hips between her thighs and teases her. He stops to kiss her breast then kisses down her stomach and keeps moving until he reaches his goal. Lights flash around a corner and they run back to the car. Panting they watch as the police car rounds the bend. Her shirt haphazardly closed they act as though they are gazing at the stars; she points a few out and they laugh as the police light flashes across the car then move past. The police car now gone; he starts the car. She starts to button her shirt and he asks her to leave it open as they drive. Aware that she has no bra on she agrees. He slides his hand over her thigh and pulls her legs apart. His hand caresses her gently.
They arrive at his place. This is the first time she has ever been there because she knew to stay away, or else they would play. They walk through the front door to find his female roommate crying. He walks his date to his room and asks her to give him a minute. She stands there staring at the closed door not sure how to react. Nothing but silence for 10 minutes according to her watch. Doubts and thoughts of dastardly deeds run through her head. When a bad enough thought runs through her head she reaches down picks up her purse tears about to form in her eyes and she reaches for the door. Just as her hand touches the knob the door flies open. She stands shocked and angry. The door closes behind him and he just stands there staring at her. A tear rolls out of her eye and down her cheek. He still stands at the door. She takes a step forward, he walks toward her, staring into her eyes, grabs her, pulls her close, and begins to devour her neck and lips with such passion that her body begins to tremble. Just as he nears her ear he whispers, "I love you"; she collapses in his arms, tears streaming down her face. Her breathing is nearly halted as he moves his hands over her breast. Holding her plump body up he moves her over to his bed and lays her down gently. While laying over her, he continues to touch and taste her still trembling body. He moves down her chest, reopening her blouse and moving down to her skirt. He pulls her skirt just below her bottom and takes a moment to gently rub the front of her lace panties with his thumbs. He continues to pull the skirt off and toss it on the floor. He does the same with her lace undies. Passionately he slides his hands up her thighs staring at her until he begins to taste her flowing river.
Her body heat rises and she begins to moan out in approval. Her body trembled with every lick of his tongue. Spikes of heat shoot up through her ribs reaching her nipples and hardening them. She holds onto the back of his head as her body rises and falls until she sits straight up, cries out, and collapses back down onto the bed.
He looks at her through love-struck eyes. He kisses her lovingly. He smiles at her as she pulls off his shirt and rubs her hands over his shoulders, down his pecks and onto his stomach. Her touch is like liquid fire burning from his head to his shaft. He wants to help her remove his pants but she will not let him. She is eager to free his bulging manhood from its prison. His eyes roll to the back of his head as her soft hands touch him for the first time. She wants to return the favor but he does not allow it. He cries out, "STOP!" Obeying she stares at him; the look of confusion crosses her face. "I am about to explode" he breaths out. Laying her back down, he kisses her and moves his manhood over her clit. She grinds her hips up toward him. His hands and mouth consume her nipples; she bites into the back of her hand to keep from screaming out. The nails of her free hand dig into his shoulder. Slowly he slides inside her. Her body responds instantly. Soon slow thrusting becomes fast thrusting. He pushes in deeper as her feet moved higher and higher up his back. Seeing her heels by his head intensified his thrusting even more. Her moans grew louder. He pressed his lips against hers to keep her quiet but that was not working. "OH YES, DEEPER, HARDER" words flew from her mouth as her body burst over his shaft time and time again. The more she exploded onto him the harder the thrust became. He could feel her tight anatomy squeezing around his shaft. He cried out, "I'm coming" just as she was climaxing again. OH YES they both exclaimed. The night continues on with several more love-making sessions, until morning light.
Once again back in her own town the calls continue each night, only now there is an added bonus that comes along with each call.
A few months pass of this monthly bonding followed by intense lovemaking.
One day while she is visiting he once again blindfolds her and drives her off to some place. When he uncovers her eyes she is at her mother's house the family is there and he is on one knee holding two boxes in his hands; one is a small square and one is a long rectangle. He holds out the small square and opens it. Inside is a large diamond ring. "Will you marry me?" He asks her. Tears fill her eyes, she cannot speak, she looks around at everyone then back at him, hands cupping her mouth as she shakes her head yes and says, "I will." He puts the ring on her finger embraces her then hands her the other box. Inside is a beautiful pearl necklace. She looks at him puzzled. He smiles and says, "Diamonds and Pearls." "The song that was playing when I first fell in love with you. She smiles, lays her head against him and says, "that is where I first fell in love with you too."
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