The Broken Drum part8
by Hot Milfs Blog “Not tonight it’s not.” The words were louder, more cheerful.
Almost relieved. “That is, you don’t have to sleep alone
tonight, unless you want to…..”
Again, not a question. Not a request. Just an open ended
statement that I could pick up and run with…. And I made like
O.J. Simpson. “You’re serious, aren’t you?” I asked.
“Why don’t we go to your place, and I show you how serious I am.”
I flipped a U-ey, through a closed Texaco station, and then
ducked through a couple of side streets and charged down the ramp
onto the Interstate. I squeezed her hand, and said, “Candi.. You
don’t mind if I call you Candi, do you?”
“Call me anything you want, Eric. Just don’t make me go home.”
“Candi, things like this just don’t happen to me….” I sputtered
lamely.
“Like this?” she asked, as she released my hand and jammed it
against her dripping cunt.
My fingers began to explore all her wonderful creases and
crevices, and I was having a HARD (at least a difficult) time
keeping the Chevy between the white lines, and the rain had
started again. “Like any of this,” I tried to continue the
thought. “Like meeting somebody like you, and having a bite, and
then… and then going off with them like a horny teenager to
park….”
“If that was parking,” she said, as she shifted up onto one
cheek, and pushed my fingers into her, “you had a much more
exciting teenagerhood than I did.”
My exit was coming, up, so I tried to concentrate. Shit, if I
overshot, and missed it the next one was five more miles. I
swerved across two puddle filled lanes, and blasted up to the
stop at the top of the exit ramp in a cloud of spin-drift, while
on a whole other level of consciousness, my fingers pressed into
her, massaging the interior of her snatch.
It was only a couple of blocks to my place, and I managed to get
us there through the downpour in one piece. Looking back, I’m
not sure how, but if we’d had an accident, they’d have had to
chop my arm off at the elbow, and my fingers would have been
coming out her nose; she was that slick and eager.
Once in my apartment, we didn’t waste much time. She made a
couple of comments about how surprised she was that the place
wasn’t a mess, but a ‘Better Homes and Gardens’ tour wasn’t high
on our collective agendas. I pointed her at the ‘tur-let’ and
the bedroom, and ducked into the kitchen to mix a couple of
drinks. I didn’t know if she needed one, but I sure did!
When I made it to the bedroom, she was already in bed, with just
the sheet covering her, slim sexy form. I’d dropped my suit
coat in the dining room, draping it over a chair, like usual, so
I put my 9MM on the closet shelf, and unbuckled the shoulder-rig.
The leather and elastic monstrosity went on top of the dresser.
I sat on the edge of the bed and slipped off my shoes, very aware
of being observed. Then the shirt went into the dirty clothes
basket, and my pants were quickly hung over the corner of the
door.
The sound of windblown rain against the window, and its shadows
generated by the streetlight across the parking area moved over
the room. We snuggled closer together under the covers, as we
savored the warmth of our bodies meeting, and touching. My arm
was over her side, pulling her back into me, and my hand cupped
her breast softly.
She sighed softly, as she felt my lips lightly grazing the back
of her neck, working slowly down to the tops of her shoulders.
My breath is warm and arousing, making her arch back into me. I
felt her response, knowing that she was not yet fully ready.
My lips begin moving around the side of her neck, just lightly
kissing her with soft, dry kisses that worked their way up her
neck, until they were just below her ear.
She felt my breath flowing around her ear, then a long, slow
kiss, my lips wide, slowly closing, caressing her neck just below
her ear. She moaned softly, and moved against me in a soft,
sensual undulation. Her eyes were barely open, but she had a sexy
smile on her face.
My tongue traced the edge of her ear, and her nails lightly raked
my thigh as she let out a long moan.
My fingers closed over her nipple, rolling it between my fingers
the way I knew she liked it. Another long moan escaped her lips,
this time with a long breath. I could feel her nipple standing
tall…, hard and eager for more attention.
She rolled into me, turning half onto her back, turning her face
toward me. My hand left her breast and slid down the center of
her chest, flat palmed to spread warmth through her. Our lips
met, gently. Hers were so soft, sensually warm. We kissed
briefly again, a second time, lingering longer, playing our lips
over each other, slowly building our passions.
Without words or cues, we knew just when the tempo of our love
should change. Our lips parted, our mouths came together, and her
tongue flowed into my mouth. Somehow feeling even more intimate
than sex. Our tongues danced, together celebrating our new found
closeness. We felt our bodies melt together, heat and radiant
warmth, flowed through us. It seemed to last forever, but not
long enough.
Her hand slipped through my hair and I felt her give herself to
me. My lips worked down her throat, across the sensitive skin,
warming her with my breath.
We moved and she lay on her back, with an arm sliding under my
upraised chest to pull me closer.
I moved down, kissing her chest, licking her lightly where her
breasts blended into her chest. She felt my lips between her
breasts, then on their sides. I pulled the covers over my head,
to keep the warm air inside. In the darkness of our private cave
I found her firm breast and licked around its outside edge,
tracing it with my tongue. I felt her press herself toward me as
my tongue moved underneath, teasing the soft, sensitive skin
there. I knew what she wanted me to do, and I would… in time.
My lips nipped at her other nipple, pulling on the soft skin,
playing with her. I could sense she was getting impatient, but
still demanding more. I let my hair tickle one breast as I turned
my mouth back to the other. She felt my tongue under the breast,
licking upwards over the curve. The warm wetness excited her as I
moved closer to her nipple.
My tongue flicked upwards, right past her hard, stiff nipple,
flicking it. Slowly I circled the edge of her areola, then
closed my lips around it, sucking, and nipping.
My lips pressed down, then tugged on her nipple. Then she felt my
tongue flicking it up and down, left and right, faster and
faster. I released it, and sucked it again, closing my mouth
around her areola, sucking all of her lovely nipple into my
mouth. With a wide, wet, flat tongue I washed it in warmth, then
let my lips slide down to grasp the hard tip again. My lips
shielded my teeth as I bit it gently, making her quiver and moan.
I could feel her arching up, trying to feel my skin against hers.
I let my hands glide down her sides, flowing over the curve of
her hips. I wanted to lick all of her, to eat her up, to hold her
in my arms and press my face against every square inch of her
…End of the part8. To be continued..