Robert collapsed on top of Sharon’s sweaty body, cock still inside her. Softly she ran her fingers up and down his back her pussy shuddering around his dick as it twitched. Their breathing calmed down and he rolled next to Sharon, pulling her to him.
Together, skin on skin they got some well-earned sleep.
Inspiration
Writing the next part of my romance novel, I found myself lacking the words to go on.
I hadn’t been out in days. I only plugged in the phone when I needed to order Chinese as I struggled to come up with a love scene.
A close friend became worried and showed up at my door. It was good to see her and have someone to discuss my writer’s block.
She suggested I hook up with a guy and get my missing scene. I blushed and told her that I didn’t know of anyone right now. My last boyfriend, growing intolerant of my obsessive writing behavior left in search of someone that “Went outside the house once in awhile”.
She said not to worry. She had an idea involving a male friend of hers that was in town just for a few days and was going to set up a blind date.
At first I was hesitant. I never liked blind dates but with a little persuasion I decided to go for it. I had to have my love scene no matter what.
She called her friend and set it up. We were to meet at a local restaurant at 5:30 for a nice romantic dinner and the rest was up to me. It was only lunchtime so I had time to run to the store and get something sexier than the sweat pants I had grown so fond of. I found a nice black slip dress with a neckline that accented my ample breasts and the softness of the material made my skin tingle as it brushed over me when I moved.
I had the dress and a nice pair of high heels at home but I felt like I needed more so I stopped by the lingerie section. As I browsed through the bras and panties, I came across a garter belt. I purchased the black garter and thong panties to match.
I got my shower and fixed my hair and makeup. Once I was dressed, my heart began to flutter, my mind racing with all the things that could go wrong and I wanted tonight to be perfect.
Five O’clock came and I left for the restaurant. As I entered I could smell the magnificent aroma of Italian spices. I told the maitre d’ my name and he escorted me to a table, and the sexiest man I have ever set eyes on. His eyes followed me as I walked nearer, standing up when I got to the table. I could do nothing for what seemed like an eternity as I took in his handsome face. His eyes were smoky blue and his smile made me weak at the knees.
He introduced himself with a voice that sent chills up my spine. I introduced myself and we ordered some wine. After a few sips I began to relax.
He spoke of his home in Colorado and of the magnificence of the mountains with a description that made me feel like I had been standing there with him. I told him of the rush I got from living in New York City, and how I loved having everything I could ever wish for at my fingertips.
Our food arrived and I nibbled at my salad as I intently watched him eat. He ate aggressively and I couldn’t help but wonder if he was that aggressive in bed.
After dinner, he asked if I would be interested in having a drink at his hotel. How could I say no when that was exactly what I had hoped for.
We took a taxi to his hotel and the scent of his cologne drove my senses mad as we sat together in the confined space. It took all the restraint I had not to reach over and pull him to me. Out the corner of my eye I could see him stirring in his seat as he restrained himself too.
At last we arrived and took the elevator up to his floor. We had hardly said a word to each other since we left the restaurant and the sexual tension was building as we reached his room. He opened the door and motioned for me to go in first. I walked past him, my eyes going directly to the king size bed, graphic images of all the things we could do danced through my mind. I heard the door shut and the lock click causing my stomach to flutter with anticipation.
I turned as casually as I could to look at him as he loosened his tie and offered me a drink. I could tell he was nervous, his strong hand trembled slightly as he handed me a glass of wine. Our hands brushed causing chills to run through me. I hadn’t been this turned on in ages and my panties got wetter with every move of his body.
We sat at the end of the bed and looked at each other. I began talking of how I don’t usually go on blind dates. I knew I was babbling and not making much sense. In an attempt to distract him from my talking, I sat my glass on the nightstand and bent down to remove my shoes. I felt his gaze heavy on my body and then felt a large warm hand on my back, gently running up and down the length of my spine. A small moan escaped me and I slowly sat up to face him. My legs were quivering and my breath became quick as the desire in his eyes penetrated me. He set his glass aside and I could see the hardness of his cock struggling against the material of his pants as he walked past me. I bit my lip my eagerness to have him getting the best of me, I reached for his hand as he came back by me. He gently took my hand and I pulled him down to his knees, spreading my legs, and placing his arms around me. I slowly moved my hands up his arms, to the back of his head, wrapping my fingers in his thick brown hair. Staring deep into his eyes, I moved in closer to kiss his lips. As we made contact I felt so weak that I briefly feared I would faint. The taste of his mouth, softness of his lips and the smell of his cologne were so intoxicating that my kiss became forceful as the hunger for him consumed me. I moaned and pulled him closer to me. He responded with deep-throated groans and held me tighter. His strong hands began to roam my body, every inch he touched became alive, begging for more when he gently pushed me back onto the bed and stood over me. He softly placed his hands on my shoulders, moving them down my body, slipping the dress straps and revealing my bra. He lifted the hem of my dress and slid it up to reveal my garter and panties. On his knees once again, he teasingly kissed the soft flesh of my stomach, slowly outlining the black material of my panties. His hands slipped under the straps of the garter on my thighs and with one knowledgeable movement the hooks were removed from my stockings and I felt them being rolled down my legs. With his hands back on me he started from my ankles and moved up to my waiting pussy. His breath on my skin sending goose bumps in every direction, causing my heart to flutter.
I felt his hands glide up to my ass and slip under the thin material of my thong and with a quick snap they were off. I gasped out loud and sat up. He looked a little concerned that he had gone too far so I quickly grabbed his head and directed him to my breasts. He latched on to my right nipple immediately and I pulled him closer as the sensations overtook me. My eager hands swept around to his broad chest and fumbled with the top button. I hesitated a moment and then pushed him back, grabbing the front of his shirt and ripped it open. Buttons flew everywhere and the sound of them hitting the wall and floor turned me on even more.
He lifted me, allowing my dress to fall to the floor, and turned me around. With a firm hand, he leaned me over the bed and I heard his pants hit the floor. Slowly he entered the head of his rock hard cock in me a little at a time, teasing me. His strong hands on my ass preventing me from pushing back to get more of him, he continued this lovely form of torture and I whimpered my approval as the tip popped in and out of my velvety opening.
Unable to stand it any more, I pulled away and motioned for him to lie on the bed. With a grin, he agreed. I crawled over to him placing a hand on his manhood. He shuddered as I grabbed it firmly in my hand. Slowly I took him into my mouth. I could feel the heat coming off him — smell the musky scent of myself as I licked the head of this beautiful cock. My tongue eagerly traced the veins and ridges of every wonderful inch of him, occasionally taking him fully into my mouth, he moaned and my pussy got wetter.
He grabbed my arms and pulled me up to him shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. He rolled me on my back and climbed on top of me, I spread my legs to welcome him, without hesitation his throbbing cock was deep inside of me.
He pumped me with the same hunger and eagerness I had seen in the restaurant and my pussy welcomed every thrust. I could feel the walls of my pussy contracting and grasping at his rigid member. My breasts bouncing to the beat of our pelvic ramming, I grasped a tit in my hand and pinched my nipple. The slight pain enhanced the waves now gathering in my clit. I squealed and urged him on grunting, “Fuck me, fuck me hard!”
