I close my eyes and remember how his calloused fingertips felt�made rough from endless hours of practicing on his bass guitar�caressing the skin on my breasts, my belly, my thighs�
It all started at a morning meeting, introductions of new managers, fresh off the training program, and looking as green as the hard little apples I ate as a child. Nothing special, I thought at first, they look uninteresting. But, the one, the dark-eyed one, he caught my attention. I had to find out more about that one. His name was Joseph, I learned. I made sure he was featured in our newsletter, giving me the perfect opportunity to ask questions and get personal. But we really made our connection over music, what we both liked, what we disagreed upon, it was the start of our burgeoning friendship.
Somehow we knew we both had a taste for the dark side of life. When he gave me his first story to read, I knew this was something delicious and new. Months passed and we gradually grew closer, and the time came. We had to meet on some neutral territory to really discuss where all this could lead. He told me more than once that he has a hard time staying out of trouble. Well, I have a taste for trouble and a taste for danger myself�
�What are you thinking?� he asks, bringing me out of my reverie. �Oh, just thinking about forbidden fruit.� I replied. I reach my hand out to caress his rough cheek, thrilling at the heat I feel rising from his skin. His eyes, so black and deep, searched mine, looking for the answers to questions he hadn�t asked yet. Just looking in his eyes made me feel overwhelmed and made my body feel ultra-sensitive. Eyes truly are the windows to the soul, and his dark soul spoke to mine, saying �come closer�.
I was happy to do so and leaned over, enjoying the pressure of my breasts pressed against his chest and kissed him gently. Our kiss grew deeper and more passionate. I could feel the proof of his desire pressing against my belly, straining to be free. The feel of his hands moving up and down the sides of my body made me feel faint. I pulled back once again, looking into those eyes. Oh, yes, I was lost there, and very happy to be.
I stepped back and gently loosened his tie. �I hate it when you wear these things!� I pretend to complain. He gives me his lopsided grin and says, �Please, help me out of it.� Off it comes, and I�m working on those shirt buttons. One button�one caress. Another button�another kiss. Finally I slide the shirt down off his shoulders and can slide my hands over his bare chest and back. I kiss his nipples and suck on them just a bit, then kiss my way up his neck to his mouth. He�s pulling at my clothes at this point, wanting to see, wanting to touch, wanting to enter me. I let him pull my blouse up over my head and gently let my hair fall out of it.
�Mmm.� He says as he takes in the view and reaches around to unhook my bra. As soon as my breasts come free, his mouth is on them. He gently kisses me, making me feel lightheaded. I have to push him away so I can undo his pants. I do so, and slide them down. He steps out and kicks them over where our shoes are lying. I slide his underwear down and stare at his beautiful body. The shape of a man�s thighs, the way the penis juts out at an angle, have always fascinated me. I feel the urge to taste him, to love him in that way. I quickly shed the rest of my clothes, take him by the hand and walk him to the bedroom.
I stop just short and let him gently bump my soft bare bottom. We stand there in the hall for a minute, my arms spread out to the walls to keep myself from falling off the earth, while he moves my hair aside with one hand, gently kissing my neck, and his other hand reaches around to my belly, slowly creeping downward. We break apart and run to the bed.
We lie there kissing for a few moments, his hand gently stroking the hair surrounding my wetness. I know I�m very wet already, and his finger sliding gently between the lips proves the point wonderfully. I writhe with pleasure as he gently massages my clit. He groans his satisfaction at the wetness he feels and I feel his throbbing member jerk against me in response.
I reach to touch him now�.I have to taste him. I bend down, loving the smell of him nearing my face. I lightly rub my fingertips across the head, delighting in the smooth silkiness. I place the tip of my tongue on him, sliding it around, getting it wetter. His juices are flowing as well. I swirl my tongue back and forth and up and down, before I finally take him in my mouth. I hear his sharp intake of breath and know he loves it as much as I do. I suck him faster, then slowly for a while, caressing his sac with my other hand. My free hand caresses and probes in secret places on his body. I kiss his thighs, his belly, his chest� Finally I find his mouth again and pull his body close to me. He rises over me, and I gently guide him into me, our eyes locked on each other the entire time, so aware of the feelings to come.
As he enters me the first time, he slides so easily into the tightness, the wetness of me. I feel my swollen lips tighten around him, wanting to keep him inside me forever. As he draws back for the first thrust, I feel my head spinning and I know I�m already so close, so close� The wonderful, terrible building starts, as the friction of him moving inside me begins. He�s kissing my breasts, my neck, my mouth�.then moving again. Soon the movements become more urgent. My hips eagerly rise up to meet him. For, no sooner does he pull back, than I�m wanting him back inside again. Deeper and deeper he comes. Inside me completely, our bodies are fully joined and I moan deeply, almost growling for release.
His need matches my own, as I feel him struggle to hold back, to let it last a little longer, to continue the sweet torture before the waves begin. At last we let go, he clenches me tightly to him, and I feel the earth fall away from us and I�m spinning out toward the heavens, lost to this world. We stay joined together as we come slowly back to earth. He whispers nonsense words into my ears, words I once understood but now have no meaning, as I try to get my brain to function again. He gently kisses me now, the urgency gone. The peaceful relaxation starts. On our sides, facing each other, we fall into a deep sleep, knowing it�s only the beginning�.
