"So if you like, I'd love to have you join us in the sauna." Matt looked at the women carefully. "What do you think?" "Sounds great," they said in unison. "Good,” Matt continued, “but there is one rule . . . " he paused for effect, "you can only go in naked."
“Do you see her?” Matt said as we entered the club.
We stood just inside the door and looked the place over. “No,” I replied, “but it’s still early.” I looked at my watch. It was 11pm. Matt and I were locals and we knew this was the place where all the tourists partied when they came to Park City, Utah to ski, so we knew things wouldn't really get started until around midnight or so.
“So tell me again who this chick is,” Matt said as we found a table.
“Her name is Melinda and I had her for an all-day private yesterday,” I said, referring to the ski lesson I had given her. “She wanted me to meet her last night, but it’s just bad form to go out with guests when they might return the next day for another lesson.”
“Especially when they want to fuck you,” Matt interrupted.
“Especially then,” I replied smiling.
Matt continued, “So you told her you would meet her tonight because you know she’s going home tomorrow so there’s no chance that your paths would cross again should the evening not go well, right?”
"Right," I said.
“Good thinking,” Matt said as he took his jacket off. "And she's bringing a friend, right?"
"As far as I know."
I knew nothing about her friend, but I knew enough about Melinda to make an exception when it came to dating guests. Melinda was to-die-for hot, and at 35, she looked incredible. She had long dark hair, the greenest eyes, a great smile, and a body that was unbelievable. She was from Northern California and had come to Park City for the week with some friends to ski. During our lesson the day before, she had made it abundantly clear to me that she was mine for the taking. She wasn’t desperate or a skank—in fact she was really classy—but she was just making sure I knew she was available. Nearly 100% of the time I pass on invitations like that because I hate to be the “sex with a ski instructor” fantasy that most of these women seem to have, but in this case, I was willing to play because a woman like her doesn't come along very often. (Sex Stories)
“Well if they don’t show, there’s plenty of other hot women here,” Matt said looking around the club, “so I don’t think you need to worry about not getting laid tonight.”
We ordered, and soon we found ourselves chatting with two very attractive women from Canada. They were really cool and incredibly hot and within about 15 minutes I had forgotten all about Melinda. Around 11:45, just when things were just starting to get cozy with the two Canadians I saw Melinda come in. Immediately she eyeballed me and waved. I waved back and she walked toward us. When she got to our table she walked right up and kissed me on the cheek.
“Hi Chris,” she said to me as if the two Canadians weren't even there. She was clearly showing the Canadians that she had already staked her claim to this property and was now here to start digging. She turned and gave them the iciest stare I have ever seen. Without any fight at all, the two Canadians got the hint and left abruptly.
"Sorry we're so late," she lied. "Were you waiting long?"
"No, not long," I said. "Did you come alone?"
"No, my friend went to the ladies room."
Next to me I heard Matt clearing his throat as a hint that he needed to be introduced.
"Oh, yes, Melinda," I began, "this is my friend Matt--the one I told you about."
"Oh hi," she said enthusiastically. She and Matt shook hands across the table.
The waitress came just as I was introducing them, so while Melinda was ordering, Matt leaned over to me and whispered, "dude, you have got to be fucking kidding me! You bastard. How are you so damn lucky? She is the hottest woman I have ever seen."
I looked at him and smiled but didn't say anything. He was right. She was fucking hot and tonight she was dynamite. The waitress left with Melinda's order and we all just smiled at each other. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw another woman approaching our table. Melinda saw her too and smiled as she sat down. I was still looking at Melinda when she began to introduce her friend.
"Chris, Matt, this is my good friend Cara."
I turned to look at Cara. As beautiful as Melinda was, Cara was even better. She smiled and put her hand toward me from across the table. She was so incredibly beautiful. I was so stunned by her beauty that I could not even get words to form in my mouth. She said something, but I didn’t hear what it was. I shook her hand, but it was as if someone else was working my arm because I couldn't feel it. She turned and shook Matt's hand as well. I sat down but I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was radiant, beautiful, and sexy. She had long, wavy blonde hair, the most beautiful brown eyes I’d ever seen, and a smile that would melt ice. She wore a tight sweater and it showed how incredible her body was. I felt blood begin to rush down to my cock. Holy fuck I thought. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I felt like I was 13 years old and my buddies and I were at the skating rink checking out girls.
Matt jumped right into conversation with the two of them and I just sat back. I could barely think. My stomach was rolling over and I was so nervous. What am I going to do? I thought. Melinda is my date, but holy hell, I want Cara. Fuck!
I was oblivious to everything around me until I heard Melinda say, "Don't you agree, Chris?"
"Uh, I'm sorry. What?" I looked at Melinda. "I'm sorry, I was thinking about something else."
"Dude," Matt jumped in, "she's asking what you think about her idea to buy a condo here and rent it out when she's not using it."
"Oh, okay," I said.
Matt continued. "She thinks there are lots of people from out of town who come here who she could rent it to. Don't you agree?"
"Yes, absolutely," I said finally getting my wits about me. The conversation went on, mostly between Melinda and Matt, but Cara was pretty engaged as well. I, on the other hand was not. I just listened, made comments now and again but for the most part, I just looked at Cara.
About 12:30, Melinda got up to go the restroom and Cara joined her. When they were gone, Matt said, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Nothing," I said. "Why?"
"You've hardly said anything since they got here. Are you sick?"
"No. I feel fine."
"Well you don't act like it," he said swallowing the last of his drink. "I think we should invite them back to my house. What do you say?"
"Yeah, sounds good." Damn, I thought. Melinda is my date, but now I don't want to be with her. And I sure as hell don't want Matt to have Cara. What am I going to do?
A few minutes later the two women came back to our table and sat down. They had the “well should we go?” look on their faces. Matt looked at them, saw the signal and said, “What do you say we go back to my house?"
"Sounds good," said Melinda and we all got up to leave. As we were walking out, I suggested they ride with us rather than drive because the roads were pretty slick from the snowstorm earlier in the day. They agreed and followed us to Matt's BMW. It only takes about 10 minutes to get back to Matt's house, but it's almost straight up the mountainside. Melinda and Cara sat in back and the whole way they couldn't stop talking about view.
"So this isn't Park City, is it?" said Melinda.
"Technically, no," Matt answered. "It's Deer Valley, but to everyone who’s not a local, it’s Park City."
As we rounded the next corner I pointed to a house on our right and said, "See that house? It's Steven Spielberg's."
"Really?!?!" the women said in unison. They craned their necks to see the house back in the trees.
"Yeah," Matt answered. He pointed to the next house, "Arnold Schwartznegger," he said in a perfect German accent. “Of course now, it’s Maria Shriver’s.” We all laughed. As we passed the next house he said, "Tom Hanks.” Then, “Paula Abdul, Joe Montana, and Tiger Woods," as we passed the next three houses.
"Wow," came from the back seat.
Finally Matt turned into a driveway and we rolled down his tree lined drive and into his five car garage. A green Range Rover, a silver Porsche 911 GT Turbo, and a white 2014 Maserati Ghibli took up three of the other spaces.
"This is where you live?" Melinda said.
"It is," said Matt matter-of-factly.
I saw Melinda and Cara look at each other. Melinda mouthed the words, 'what the fuck?' Cara just smiled. The garage door shut behind us and we walked into the house. It was massive and had the most incredible views of Park City. I sat at the breakfast bar and Matt rummaged through the fridge while the women walked through the house. About five minutes later they came back to the kitchen.
"Get lost?" I said sarcastically.
"Just about," Cara responded.
They set their purses down and joined me at the breakfast bar.
"Okay," I said. "I know you're wondering who Matt is and why he lives here, but he won't tell you so I will." The women looked at me expectantly. "You see his name isn't just Matt or Matthew. It's actually Maati and his last name is Machelin. His great, great grandfather was the founder of Nokia—as in Nokia mobile phones. He's one of the richest men in Finland." Matt gave me a dirty look for saying too much.
"Wow," Melinda said. You could almost see her calculating in her head the amount of money Matt must have.
"So what about you Chris," Cara said. "Where do you live?"
"Well," I said a bit chagrinned, "I actually live here too, but . . ."
Matt interrupted, "He's a permanent house guest. He’s my Nick Carraway."
They looked at us with blank stares. "You know, The Great Gatsby? . . . Robert Redford?" I said making reference to the movie instead of the book. Still there was no response.
"Nevermind," I said.
"So, ladies," Matt interjected, "as Chris said, I am from Finland. But I went to school in the US and have lived here most of my life, so although I consider myself as American as you, there is one Finnish tradition that I still live with everyday, and that's my sauna." He pronounced the word as "sow-nah" not "saw-nuh" like Americans say it.
"Sow-nah? What's that?" Melinda asked.
I jumped in. "It's the proper way of saying the word 'saw-nuh'," I said. "It's very traditional. All Finns have them."
Matt picked up from there and spent the next five minutes explaining the history and purpose of saunas and their importance in Finnish life. He concluded, "So if you like, I'd love to have you join us in the sauna." He looked at them carefully. "What do you think?"
"Sounds great," the women said in unison.
"Good,” Matt continued, “but there is one rule . . . " he paused for effect, "you can only go in naked."
Cara and Melinda looked at each other. Melinda didn't look too sure, but Cara said, "I'm in." And immediately got up. Reluctantly Melinda got up as well.
"Great," said Matt. "Follow me."
The three of us followed him down the hallway and out the back door. We went down a stone walkway to a wooded area at the back of his property. We turned a corner and there it was: a small building about the size of a one car garage. It was built of wood and stone. Matt pulled the door open and warm air hit us as we walked into the anteroom.
"Well here it is," he announced. He pointed to a door in front of us. "The sauna is in there, and the shower room is in there," he said pointing to another door. The anteroom also served as the changing room so he started undressing. Having become an expert myself, I knew the routine so I started to undress as well. This caught the women off guard, but although Melinda was a little hesitant, Cara wasn't. She started peeling off her clothes right away. Finally all four of us were naked.
"Now you need to wash before you go in," Matt said pointing to the shower room. It wasn't very big--basically just the size of the shower, so Matt went in by himself and I held the door open.
"Just rinse yourself off," he said demonstrating. "It's more traditional than anything."
I went in next, and then the ladies went last so they had less time to stand there wet. When they finished Matt opened the door to the sauna itself and we walked in. Steam hit us in a blast that took our breath away.
"How hot is it?" Melinda said nearly coughing
"About 160 degrees," responded Matt looking at the temperature gauge. "Sit anywhere you like.”
There was a stove in the corner of the room, and benches along three walls. There were two levels of benches, one the normal height of a bench and the other one about two feet higher than that. Matt climbed onto higher of the two benches along one wall. I sat on the lower bench in front of him and Cara and Melinda sat opposite from us on the upper bench.
As much as I liked taking a sauna with naked women, the first few minutes were always awkward. You never wanted to gawk like it was a peep show, but then because you are trying so hard not to look, it feels really uncomfortable and makes everything feel super awkward. Fortunately after a few minutes we just started chatting—as if sitting here naked was as normal as could be (which it was if you were Finnish).
Soon, sweat started rolling down our bodies as the steam began to work its magic. We all began to loosen up and became a lot more relaxed. We laughed and were really enjoying ourselves. After 20 minutes, Matt announced it was time to cool off. He opened the door of the sauna and we went into the anteroom. Then Matt opened the outside door and a blast of cold air hit us. The ladies screamed, but when they saw Matt run out the door and roll in the snow, they really screamed. I followed Matt and just as I was getting up, I saw Cara run out followed reluctantly by Melinda. They were good sports and really got into it. They rolled in the 12 inches of powder that had fallen that day like they were dressed in full winter gear. When they got up they were laughing and shivering and screaming all at the same time.
As we entered the sauna with snow stuck to us, our skin began to tingle like crazy. It was like hitting your funny bone all over your body. It was refreshing and exhilarating and really loosened everyone up completely—almost like we were drunk. Somehow in all the commotion of getting back into the building, then into the sauna, then sitting down, Matt and Cara bumped into each other face-to-face. They laughed it off, but instead of going up on his perch, Matt sat next to Cara and they began to flirt with each other. Since they kinda paired off on one side of the sauna, Melinda and I paired off on the other side.
We sat facing each other and for the first time in the sauna I looked at her body in a sexual manner. She was fucking hotter than hell, but I was jealous because Cara was the one I wanted. I knew Melinda was my "date," so I made the best of it. I guessed she was about 36-26-36. She had no tan lines and the nicest landing strip of dark pubic hair right above her pussy. She started to talk about her work, but when she saw me looking at her body she suddenly stopped.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked.
"I do," I replied confidently as I looked her up and down again. I leaned back on my hands so she could get a full view of my body and my cock. "How about you? Do you like what you see?"
She looked me up and down and said, "Yes, I do." She reached out with her hand and stroked my thigh. We both looked at her hand, and then at each other, and then her hand strayed farther up my leg and caressed my cock.
"Mmmmm," I said closing my eyes and leaning my head back. "That feels so good."
She smiled, "Really? How about this?" and she reached over with both hands and started giving me a full-on hand job. "Holy shit, Melinda," I gasped, looking back at her. I was shocked, but I could tell she wasn't. "Ooooohh, that feels awesome," I said.
After a few minutes, I noticed it was quiet on the other side of the room, so I opened my eyes and peeked at Matt and Cara. They were watching us. Matt had a full-on erection and Cara was rubbing her pussy. For the first time I looked at her sexually as well. She had the most incredible tits, fantastic hips, and a small tuft of dark blonde hair right above her pussy too. I stared at it.
Melinda turned to see what I was looking at and saw I was looking at Cara's pussy. She turned back to me and asked, "You want that Chris? All you have to do is ask." She looked back at Cara, "Right, Cara?"
I looked at Cara's face and she smiled and nodded her head.
"Yes I do," I said. Cara got up and walked over and stood in front of me. I now laid back all the way, propped up on my elbow. My mouth was just the right height to reach Cara's pussy. She maneuvered in front of me and I began to lick her. She was so wet and tasted so good. Within about 30 seconds however, she realized that this position was too awkward, so she pushed me flat on my back then climbed up on the bench and straddled me. She situated herself with her pussy right over my mouth.
"I want a face fuck, mister," she said. I put my hands on her tits and started licking her clit. She started to moan and slightly rock back and forth. "Damn, you're good Chris," she said moving my hands to her ass. I was shocked a few minutes later when Melinda let go of my cock and her nice warm hand suddenly became a nice warm mouth. About that same time, Matt came over and stood near me, with his cock extended toward Cara's mouth. She grabbed his rod and put it in her mouth and began bobbing up and down on him.
Within a couple of minutes there was a lot of moaning as we all got close to orgasm. Cara was first, and then me, and then Matt. Both girls swallowed our whole loads, but the sexiest thing was when Cara turned around and kissed Melinda and they swapped our cum in their mouths.(Porn Stories)
"Now that is fucking sexy," Matt said sitting down to watch.
"Damn," was as much as I could get out.
When the girls were finished they looked at us and smiled. Their mouths were empty now, and Cara said, "That's the first time we have ever done anything sexual with each other and we've been friends for 15 years."
"Let's not wait that long for next time," Melinda said kissing Cara on the arm.
"Okay," Matt said. "Time for the showers. We've been in here long enough."
We followed him out into the anteroom. From a closet to the side of the outer door, he produced four robes. "Grab your clothes and follow me," he said. "We're going to go shower in the pool house. It'll be a lot better." He opened the outside door as we followed him quickly along the stone path. We took a left turn about half way to the house and went into the pool house. It was warm and cozy inside. Matt told the girls where they could put their clothes and then we went into the shower room itself.
Matt turned on the showers and the room filled with warm water and steam. We shed our robes and all jumped in the showers. Within about 30 seconds, hands were everywhere as we all groped each other (even Matt and me accidentally a time or two). Before long Matt was on his knees with his face buried in Melinda's pussy. I got behind her and pulled her head back and kissed her. She had her arms back, pulling my head close while my hands worked her tits. Cara stood in the warm water finger fucking herself watching Matt and me take care of her friend.
Melinda orgasmed first, and since Cara was still working hers when Melinda finished, Matt and I turned and did the same thing to Cara that we had done to Melinda. Now it was Cara's turn and she screamed with delight as her orgasm flooded over her. We stood back and let her enjoy the feeling. I turned and started washing Melinda, while Matt washed Cara. Then the ladies washed us. Before long, my cock was hard again. I noticed that Matt's was the same. I pulled Melinda close and kissed her deeply.
"I want you to fuck me," she said in a rough nasty voice.
"Oh you do huh?" I replied with an equally rough nasty voice. Suddenly I grabbed her by the shoulders and pinned her against the wall. "You want to get fucked huh?" I said. All she could do was nod her head hopefully. I could tell she wasn't sure if I was serious or playing, but I continued on anyway. "Well you little bitch, you are going to get fucked good and hard right now." I spun her around so her back was to me and I grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her head down. I moved back until we were right in the stream of water. I could tell the water was running down her back and into her face. She was choking a little bit, but I could tell she was okay. She quickly moved her hands to her face, and while she was busy trying to keep the water from choking her, I rammed my cock into her pussy. She gasped. "So how do you like that, bitch?"
"Oh, yeeeesss," she screamed. "Ram that cock in me you motherfucker!"
And I did. I jackhammered her relentlessly. Just when I was about run out of steam, I felt a hand on my arm. It was Matt. His cock was fully erect and he motioned for me to switch places with him. I looked at him and he had Cara on her knees in front of him. He had a handful of her hair and he was forcing her head up and down on his cock.
Matt pushed Cara off his dick and said to Melinda, "now it's my turn you fucking cunt whore." I pulled my cock out and let go of Melinda's hair so he could go in. More rough than I had been, he rammed his cock into her and I heard her scream. "Oh, fuck yesssss," she said.
Cara was still on her knees. I looked at her and saw she was smiling. "Oh, you think this is funny, huh?" I said grabbing her face and turning it toward me. "You think that's funny you little cunt?" Now she smiled bigger and started to giggle. I stood there with my thick cock nearly in her face while she continued to giggle and soon I fell out of "character" and started to giggle too. Between laughs I said, "you fucking cunt whore, get your mouth on my cock, right now!" Cara finally stopped laughing and said "yes sir" with mock seriousness as she took me into her mouth. I started to bob her head up and down on my cock. Hoy fuck! I thought. This is the most incredible blow job I have ever had. I was sinking into the feelings of ecstasy, forgetting where I was and what was going on when suddenly, I felt a shot of pain explode from cock.
"Ow! what the fuck?" I screamed, pulling my cock from her mouth.
I looked down at Cara. She had the devil in her eye and a mischievous grin on her face. She smiled at me showing only her teeth. Then I realized she had "scraped" my cock with her teeth one time when she bobbed up and down. It hadn't really hurt—I was more surprised than anything—but she wasn't going to get away with that.
"Oh you fucking bitch," I said as serious as could be. "You are in fucking deep shit now." I grabbed her by the arm and made her stand up. I spun her around then grabbed her head and forced it down like I had done to Melinda. I know Cara was expecting me to ram my cock into her wet pussy, but I surprised her when I brought my hand down nice and hard on her ass instead.
"Ooooowww," she screamed jumping up and putting her hands on her ass. She turned and looked at me. With a big smile on her face, but anger in her voice she said, "you asshole, that hurt." She kicked at me trying to hit me in the balls. I moved just in time, but now it was my turn. I still had a hold of her arm, so I pulled on it and told her to get back on her knees and make me come or she was going to get another spank even harder. She thought about it for a minute, then got on her knees. She looked up at me and took my cock in her mouth.
“And this better be the best fucking blow job I’ve ever had,” I said to her maliciously. Slowly she took my cock and guided it to her mouth. She never took her eyes off me and the message was loud and clear: "You want a blow job? okay pal, you got it."
Instantly the most incredible feelings began to swirl in, around, and through my cock. I let go of her arm and forgot all about the role-playing because I was receiving the absolute best blow job I had ever had in my life. Melinda's in the sauna was good, as are most women's, but this! Holy fucking cow! This was Olympic Gold Medal worthy.
By now Melinda and Matt had finished and were back to playfully showering, but I was receiving a blow job that was going to knock my socks off. Within about two minutes, I was ready to cum and I busted a nut like never before in my life. As soon as it started, I cried out. My legs were weak and if she hadn't had her arms around me I might have fallen over. I have no idea if she swallowed or not, but when she was done and pulled her mouth off of me, I fell to my knees next to her.
"That was incredible," I said barely above a whisper. I looked at Cara. "You are amazing . . . more than amazing . . . unbelievable." She just looked at me and smiled. Without warning, I grabbed her face with my hands and gave her the deepest, most sensual kiss I had given a woman in years. She kissed back, but was definitely caught off guard. I could tell she loved it though.
"Thank you," I said. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you." She beamed radiantly and said "you're welcome."
I helped her get up and we showered together slowly and sweetly. I soaped her and she soaped me. We took our time and explored each other's bodies. We kissed many, many times. When we were done, we got dressed.
Casually we walked back to Matt's kitchen. But things were different than they had been before. Now we were two couples: Cara and me, and Matt and Melinda.
When we walked into the kitchen, Matt said, "I am starving. Who wants Eggs Benedict?" Three hands went up and we all started laughing. We all pitched in to help prepare and cook. When we were done eating, I sat back at the table and relaxed. Cara got up and held her hand out to me. I took it and she led me into the next room. It was dark and overlooked the valley. She held me close and I kissed her deeply and slowly—like I had in the shower.
"Show me your room," she said smiling.
I smiled back at her and said, "I'd like that."
We went down the hall, then down the steps to the guest suite on the second floor. We walked in and Cara said, "Wow, this is like a house all its own."
I smiled. "Yes it is. Better than any apartment I ever lived in."
Cara wandered around looking at things. "So how do you two know each other?"
"We went to college together. He was rich and arrogant and everybody hated his guts, but I saw no reason to treat him like the prick he was. Eventually he mellowed out and we became friends."
"How long have you lived here?"
"A couple years. When I got divorced a few years back, I lost everything so he invited me to stay. He needs the friendship and the company, I needed a place to live rent free, so it works out."
Cara finished her walk through of my living room and kitchen then came and stood next to me. "So basically you're using him," she said teasingly.
I smiled. "No more than he is using me."
"Yeah I can see that," Cara replied sarcastically.
After a few minutes of silence, Cara turned and slowly walked down the hallway toward what was obviously my bedroom. She flipped on the hall light then turned to face me. She started walking backward, and as she did so, she started taking her clothes off. By the time she reached the bedroom door she was completely naked. She looked at me lustily and went in. I was totally mesmerized and followed her. I went into my bedroom and saw she was in my bed under the covers.
"Strip for me," she said.
I smiled and slowly began to take off my clothes. When I was naked she moved over in the bed and lifted the blankets for me to join her. I slid in next to her and took her in my arms. We kissed deeply and hungrily as we rolled back and forth. When I was on the top, I broke from her lips and began kissing her neck and her chin. Then I kissed her ears, and her chest and finally her tits. I took one in my mouth and gently kissed and flicked her nipple. I did the same to the other one with my fingers. Then I switched. Her tits were so incredible and I just wanted to stay there forever. After a few minutes, Cara started to moan loudly and spread her legs wide. I got the hint. I left her tits (reluctantly) and moved down her belly. As I did so, my feet and ass pulled the covers off of her.
"Oh baby I'm cold," she said. Without taking my lips from her belly I reached back and grabbed the blankets and threw them over my head toward her. Now I was in complete darkness, but it didn't matter. I moved down and began to kiss her inner thighs. I rubbed my face back and forth on her pussy hair. I took deep breaths through my nose and ingested her incredible scent. I lightly kissed all around her pussy, but I never touched it. When it was clear to her that I wasn't going to she said, almost pleading, "Please baby, lick me. I need it. I need it so bad."
I wanted to torment her some more, but unlike the shower, I knew this wasn't playtime. This was love-making time, so I moved gently toward her clit and began to flick at it with my tongue. I softly pulled her inner lips apart so I could get my tongue all the way around her pearl. I began doing circles around it, then I made a quick stroke down the length of her pussy and back. I repeated this over and over until she began to quiver.
Her orgasm came on fast. "Aaaaahhhhhhh!" she screamed. "Oooooohhhh, fuuuuuuuck!" She took in a deep breath and let it out almost like she was choking. "Aaaaaahhhhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she screamed. "You are so fucking good!!!!" She continued to pant and moan and sigh and then fell limp. Breathlessly she said, "Damn, you're good. Holy fuck!"
She sat up then threw the covers off of me. The light was dim but it hurt my eyes. She grabbed me by the face and said, "You, mister, are so fucking good." Then she kissed me long and deep. She pulled back and said, "I haven't been licked like that in such a long time."
She fell back on the bed exhausted. I smiled and climbed up the bed and lay next to her. I just looked at her. Suddenly she seemed alarmed. "What's the matter?" she said with surprise.
"Nothing," I stammered. "I'm just looking at your beautiful face and your incredible brown eyes."
"No you're not," she said. "That's the same look you had on your face at the club—when you were sitting there not saying anything." It was almost an accusation. "What's wrong with you?"
I was embarrassed because I knew she was right. I lay back and put my arm over my eyes so I didn't have to look at her. "Oh," I said sheepishly. "You noticed that."
"Yeah, I noticed. I thought there was something wrong then and I think there's something wrong now."
"You're right," I answered, "There was . . . and there is. At the club, I was stunned because I had just seen the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on and I didn't know what to do."
"Well, she's in my bed with me and I think she's even more beautiful now than I did then."
Cara leaned over me and moved my arm off my eyes. "Oh stop."
I opened my eyes and looked at her. "You think I'm kidding? I'm dead serious."
"Don't give me that," she said teasingly. "You've already fucked me three times tonight so you can stop with the lines."
Now I leaned up on my elbow and looked her straight in the eye. "Cara, I'm not dropping lines on you. I'm serious. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
Cara could see by the look in my face that I was serious. Before she could say anything, I leaned over and kissed her. I pushed her onto her back and wrapped one arm around her neck. With my other hand, I ran my fingers up and down her side. We kissed for several more minutes, then I moved over on top of her. She spread her legs and I slowly inserted my thick cock into her seeping pussy. We didn't stop kissing as I slowly slid my cock in and out. She wrapped her legs around me and for just a moment, we had the most incredible groove--as if we had been doing this our entire lives.
I broke from our kiss and leaned up on my hands. I shifted my weight and she pulled her knees up. She put her arms around my neck and we just looked at each other. I increased the speed of my thrusts, but each one was all the way out and all the way in. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back. "Oh, I so love your cock," she said breathlessly. "It is so thick and hard. It feels so good."
"It does feel good," was all I could muster.
I sped up a bit more and now you could hear our bodies colliding.
"Oooooh fuck baby," Cara said. "That is sooooo damn good."
Something clicked in me and I felt a rush of adrenalin. I grabbed Cara by the elbows and pushed her arms up above her head. Then I got on my knees and I started to drive deeply into her. My pace was fast, but I wasn't at "fucking" speed. In fact, this was not fucking at all; it was passionate lovemaking. I kept this pace for several more minutes and then Cara began to cry out. I'd lost count as to which orgasm this was, but it was just like the others. She screamed, began to moan then pant breathlessly.
"Oh fuck that is so good," she said after it subsided.
Just at that moment I felt my orgasm starting to rise. "Aaaaaaahhhhhh," I cried. I kept pumping as my hot cum spurted into her wet pussy. My testicles tightened as stream after stream of hot cum shot inside her. I moved my hands off her elbows and she reached up and kissed my face and my neck while I was cumming. The look on her face was as if she was trying to coax every last drop out.
Finally, when I was done, I fell over next to her. I was wet with perspiration and I was dying of thirst. I wanted a drink of water, but I wanted to touch her first. I reached over and pulled her toward me. She lay her head on my chest and rubbed by stomach. She softly massaged my still throbbing cock.
"Damn, baby, that felt so good," I said.
"Yes it did," she replied softly.
We lay like that for about ten minutes when I finally realized her hand wasn't moving anymore. She was asleep. I slid out from underneath her and her face fell on my pillow. I pulled the covers over her as I got out of bed. I went into the kitchen to get a drink of water. I stood there admiring the view from my window when I felt a soft warm body snuggle up behind me.
Cara wrapped her arms around me and lay her head against my back. "My flight isn't until 2pm tomorrow," she said softly. "Would you mind if I just slept here with you tonight?"
I turned around and set my glass down. I hugged her and kissed her on the forehead. "I'd like that," I said. "I'd really like that."
She leaned up on her tip toes and kissed me. "Good," she said smiling. Then she turned and led me by the hand back to the bedroom.