…maybe it was the way his heart made soft thuds, that slowly gained strength against the tough skin that protected this fist-sized muscle as she traced every part of his body with her fingertips. Stopping to rest her hand on the right side of his chest, she gazed into his eyes as hers spoke to him without her lips parting to utter a single word and it seemed clear the feelings they had for each other.
“Yoohoo! James! Over here!“
Friday was a wonderful day to start a new class. James stood at the entrance and exit of his last class for the day and fortunately, it was a short day. 2:35pm was the time on his watch. Only an hour left. Hearing his name, James looked and listened for the voice that beckoned him and spotted Keisha smiling at him, as she waved him over to an empty seat next to her in the lecture hall that started to fill up quickly. Giving her an acknowledging smile, he drew in closer towards where she was standing waiting for him. Oh, Keisha. “Kiki.” Keisha was what James would consider above average. She wasn’t tear-inducing beautiful and she came nowhere close to being ugly. She was as cute as a button. You could see the beauty in her eyes when she smiled, like she was doing now. Her wonderful & erection-building smile that gave him strange chills. Moving his notebooks so that he held them in front of his hardening crotch, James greeted Keisha with a great big hug and soft peck on the cheek.
“Hey Keisha! How’s it going and how lucky are we that we’re in the same class together? Study buddy?” James playfully said, nudging her.
Softly punching him in the arm, Keisha laughed and replied, “I told you about that Keisha stuff. Call me Kiki.“
As Keisha added that last part with a wink and one of her smiles, James turned away from her, feigning paid attention as the professor started going through the syllabus. If she only knew how I would just take that ass, bend it over this desk and make her scream over all this blasted noise. Oh man. Oh James! James!! Wait…
Keisha’s voice brought him out of his daydream. “James! Where the hell did you go? Haha, It’s time to leave. Class is over. Thank God.“
“Wow, already? Time flies when you’re…” said James, still slightly distracted as he stared at the back of Keisha, leading them out of the lecture hall as it empties as quickly as it had filled up earlier.
“Daydreaming like you were? You’re always so quiet. What’s on your mind?” Keisha inquired to be nosy.
Laughing and almost saying to himself, he said, “If I told you, you’d never believe me.”
Going to Duke University, you were lucky to have places like this to just chill out and enjoy the view. Views of beautiful people and even more beautiful at this time, the weather. And on a Friday afternoon? Classes were over and the weekend must begin. The two walked to The Plaza on campus where it was usually the busiest at this time of the day. But looking around, it seemed as if everyone had the same plans this Friday – to get out and start this weekend ASAP. Getting to the lower level of the Plaza, all the trees served for rest spots and also some kinda seclusion from anyone. Peace and quiet. Something James needed more of at the moment. Finding a shady spot under a tree, James makes a seat with the trunk to lean on. To his surprise, Keisha plops her skirt-clad bottom right next to him and lays her head full of curly locks right on his lap, looking up into the sky deep in thought.
“Wassup Kiki? What’s on YOUR mind? Cuz you seem to-“
“James, you ever think of having sex with any of your closest friends?“
“Um… uh… where’s all this coming fr-“
“I mean, I dunno about you but there have been times where I’ve thought of both of us, naked… slapping skin… exchanging bodily fluids. Hehehe. Just me, right?“
Keisha’s giggling and everything she was saying was throwing James for a loop. One by one. As each word left her lips and came to his ears, he couldn’t believe ANY of what was expressed in a matter of seconds. I wonder if she can feel my dick getting harder under her. Stretching as if to regain some kind of grip on his current situation, he noticed Kiki removing her cardigan to expose her mocha skin. She tauntingly let the stringy handles of her camisole fall off her shoulders and the light blouse fell off her slender frame, brushing past her erect nipples and came down to her waist.
She starts to undress James. With little to no resistance, he curiously asks, “Uhh, Keish…. what are you doing?“
Giggling at the surprised but longing look on his face, she replies, “See, that’s your problem. Stop acting so coy and get over here & do me like you’ve always wanted to. I felt you getting hard while I asked those questions. Look how wet I’ve gotten…“
“Damn, you felt all that & now you tell m-“
Laying on her back with her arms propping her up, she opened her legs for James. All he could see was glistening & slippery lips that he wanted to badly kiss and suck on. Using one hand to play in Kesha’s wetness, he got his jeans off with the other hand, with slight difficulty. Finally disrobing himself, he got the rest of Keisha’s clothes off and kissed her soft skin of her stomach. Lowering his mouth onto her throbbing pussy, James licked the leaking juices. He used his hands to spread her thighs further apart as he dove into her deeper, with his tongue delivering lash after lash into her sweet middle. Damn, she tastes so fucking good. And she’s so… wet. Shit! Savoring all of her, he tried to hold her close to him as she writhed and squealed with pleasure from his oral skills and pain from the tiny branches on the floor under her ass. In what felt like seconds, James felt Kiki shivering beneath him in an orgasm that wet his entire face. Coming up to her mouth, she kisses him so deeply, licking away all her juices from his tongue and licked everything off his lips. As they kissed, James eased himself into her tight & warm pussy. Fuck.
“Oh, James. Mmm.” Keisha moaned into his ear, driving him wild, making him pump in and out of her, causing the smack smack smack sounds that almost echoed around them. Harder, better, faster and stronger. Every inch of him going deep into her made him harder and harder. As he stroked in and out, stroke after stroke felt better and better. Her cries for him made him go faster and faster. Her orgasms rolled out of her stronger and stronger. Looking into her eyes as he stroked her, he kissed her face. Her forehead. Stroke. Her nose. Stroke. Her cheeks, one by one. Stroke, stroke. Her lips. Stroke.
“Don’t… stop. Please.” Keisha pleaded with James.
“Don’t… mmm. Don’t worry. I wasn’t planning on it.” James replied as an orgasm escaped his still pulsating dick. He slowly turned Keisha onto her stomach so that he could admire her from the back as he slowly entered her from behind. Stroke. Lowering himself onto her, he placed his hand gently around her neck.
“Mmhmm, yeah just like that.“
“Shh, Kiki. I got this boo.“
“I know you do… oooh. I know.” Keisha’s pussy tightened around James as she backed her ass into his crotch matching his deep thrusts into her. Ahh, shit. Aww, fuck. Before he could do anything else, Keisha gently shook, cumming all over him as he also came with her, causing excess juices to leak out of her.
That party was off the effing chain… Whoever thought of this hotel event is a genius!
Closing the door behind her, Zara threw her clutch on the bed and slowly kicked her shoes off. She heads to the bathroom to run a hot shower to wash off the exhaust and excitement from tonight. She just came from shaking her rump at a party held in the grandeur room of the Marriott Hotel. This party was another event put together by a few alumni chapters of some African American fraternities and sororities and of course, it was a great success. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves and they were all having a blast. But now the night had come to an end. Some people had after parties going on and others were so drunk off their asses during the party, their party was over before they even knew it.
It had been a while since Zara had been to a campus event. Keeping a low profile for over 6 months, during a run around campus and her neighborhood, someone stopped her and handed her a flyer for a party. Not giving it any thought, she took the flyer and kept on running. Now 6 months later, Zara was standing in front of a body length mirror. Combing her hair out of her face & applying light eye shadow here with some lip gloss there, she was ready. Her emerald green dress clung to her body and with the gold pumps, Zara was ready to kill em dead. Getting her hotel key and clutch, she gathered her last minute things and headed for the door. The faint vibrate of her phone behind her reminded her that she was forgetting something. Taking a peek at the message box that showed up, she saw:
Eva: Woman, hurry up and meet us in the lobby! Someone you HAVE to see and they tell us they’re waiting for YOU?!
It was Zara’s best friend Eva with a few more friends downstairs waiting for her.
Haha, these women are so foolish.. I wonder who’s looking for-
Another message box comes up, answering her question:
Sebastian: So are you coming down tonight or are we all gonna wait forever? Lol
Well then. Looks like I’m needed downstairs. Time to go. Goodbye Room. Hello Party.
Quickly, she stops by the mini bar & downs 3 shots of tequila. Shaking the chills that were delivered down her spine, Zara is finally out of the room. Stepping out of the elevator, and onto the lobby, she spots her friends and it was a reunion between the four girls. They’d all decided to come in a different times so there were different hotel rooms on different floors for each of them. Eva, Marilyn, Sharon and Zara. And the way they looked tonight? Absolutely stunning.
“Turn around so I can see that ass, Eva!“ Zara said.
Eva did a little turn and exclaimed, “But what about Shar? Do you SEE how that blue dress is on her? I think she forgot the rest of it upstairs!“
Laughing like little schoolgirls, they admire each other’s dresses and shoes selection. And then someone comes up behind them clearing their throat. Marilyn leans into Sharon & Zara, as Eva continues laughing and says, “Don’t look now BUT there’s some chocolate brother eyeing the mess outta Zara’s ass. Hmph!“
Zara turns around to see Sebastian & some of his bros, the guy who Eva must have been talking about when she said someone was waiting for her and he’s donned in a nice cardigan over a button-up, a cute bow tie, jeans and Pradas. “Hi there.” Embracing in a hug that was longer than usual, his hand “accidentally” brushes down her back and across her ass while her hand “accidentally” brushes down his chest and lingered on his bulging crotch area for a split second. Giving him a wink before pulling away, she says more to him than to the group of people, “Well, let’s get going everyone. We can’t all stand her looking fly and got no one to verify and confirm it. Let’s do this.” And with an excited squeal to follow, the girls head into the ballroom with the guys in tow, watching the quartet of fine women strut onto a dimly lit dance floor.
Four hours later of laughs, asses grinding into crotches, sex-stares between Sebastian and Zara when they thought no one was watching, everyone says their goodbyes and head back to their respective rooms. Zara and Sebastian are the last ones off the elevator and they end up being on the same floor.
“Have a good ni-“
“Have a good ni-” They simultaneously start to say goodbye to each other, sharing a laugh. “Sebastian, have a good night sleep.“
“You too, Zara.” They hug each other once more and slowly pull away, faces less than an inch apart, lips brushing the other’s cheeks with kisses goodbye as they go into rooms right across from each other.
Now she’s back in her room, peeling her dress off her and stepping out of it. The shower still running, Zara can’t tell what’s moving faster as she enters the hot shower booth and washes herself clean – the stream of water or thoughts in her mind of what she’d like to do to Sebastian’s fine ass.
In what feels like an hour later, Zara is still up. Restless in her bed with nothing but the covers over her clean and oiled brown skin. Flicking through the cable channels provided by the hotel, she stops on a hot scene with a couple, kissing and rubbing each other’s bodies frantically, while removing clothes. Zara’s hand eased over her own body, thinking of the touch of a man on her instead. The touch of Sebastian’s hands would do. She licks two fingers and proceeds to play with her wet folds between her thighs, not really needing the extra wetness. Finding a stroke she can get used to, she fingers herself slow then faster then slower then she speeds up until she can feel the brush of her palm tapping her clit and she’s brought to a slow but extremely soaking orgasm that causes her limbs to feel numb. Regaining feeling in her feet and as if being led by a force she can’t control, she gets up from the bed, wraps a blanket around her naked body and heads to her door. Thinking to herself she wonders, I dunno what I’m doing right now but fuck logic. Fuck thoughts. Fuck everything. I want it bad and I need it now. So fuck ME Sebastian.
*tap tap t- creak* was the sound of Zara’s quiet knocking on Sebastian’s door before it opened by itself. He must not have locked the door. I know we were all pretty twisted tonight. Using the sliver of light from the hallway that came into the room, she notices that there are people on the floor. Bros and some of their female “friends” were sprawled on random parts of the floor. There were only two beds in the room and Sebastian was in one of them. Making her way deeper inside the dark hotel room, Zara’s next moves were pretty ridiculous. She starts whispering, “Sebastian. Wake up. Sebastian...”
Rising from his sleep in nothing but a beater and boxers on, Sebastian looks around in confusion and makes out Zara in what looks like a cover sheet. Chuckling silently to himself, he asks her, ”Crazy lady, what are you doing here?“ Zara, with a deep look of lust in her eyes, places a finger to his lips – one of the same fingers she’d touched herself with so that he could catch a familiar aroma – and fumbles momentarily in the dark around his crotch. Sebastian, still confused, lets a moan escape his lips as he starts to understand what’s about to happen. Zara pulls his slightly hardened member out and starts to kiss it as if it were a long lost love. Waking his penis up and having it at full attention now, she takes Sebastian by the hand & starts to lead him out of the room. “Come with me. Don’t say anything, okay?” Nodding, even if she can’t see him, the duo make their way out of the room and step right into Zara’s room, where she lets the sheet around her freely fall into a heap on the floor.
Revealing the same soft skin that Sebastian remembers, she helps him take off his top and kisses a trail from his smooth chest down to his waist. She then kneels in front of him, taking his long thunderous dick in her mouth and slowly kisses it, licking the precum from the tip and using it along with her spit to make the swollen and smooth flesh glide down her throat with ease. Sticking her tongue out some more, it’s sliding further into her throat, making Sebastian’s knees bend slightly. Not wanting to harm her or do damage to her delicateness, he presses her into the plush carpet of her room onto her back & spreads her legs. Oh my God, this is really happening. This is the last real thought that goes through Zara’s mind as Sebastian lowers his face between her dripping and saturated center and kisses her wet folds. Using his fingers to strum her like a guitar, he plays a teasing tune sending fierce chills up her spine as she softly moaned and had bucked slightly with delight.
He slides three fingers into her tight pussy and worked some magic that had Zara leaking and crying out for him. ”Sebastian. Taste. Me.” was all she would mutter as her mouth started to dry. Feeling his lips on her lower lips, Zara entered a zone of bliss and joy as he licked her and sucked on her clit. Before she knew it, she could feel an orgasm leaking between her legs, between her soft ass and on his face. Leaving her in the same position on her back, he kisses her so that she could taste her own juices then slides into her demanding and damp spot. Feeling every inch of Sebastian in her snaps Zara back to reality. Holding on to his waist, she matched his strokes inside her with rebuttal strokes. He reached under her and lifted her ass a bit off the floor so that he could go deeper into her walls and shake everything up. Her back arched as more wetness leaked from her. Playing with her bouncing and free breasts, Zara shuddered intensely and ached to mount Sebastian’s cock.
As if reading her mind, he picked her up and sat her on top of him. Zara started to slowly ride him, getting used to the feel of the foreign but so familiar hardness that occupied her lovebox and made her have random convulsions. Finding her comfortable place on top of him, Zara gyrated, swirled and whirled her hips on top of him. She placed his hands on her waist and she rose and fell on his dick, teased the head with the closing of her walls and tightened around his shaft until he started to silently cry out, “Damn. Damn. I hate when you do this to me, Zara.” Zara slowly climbed off Sebastian’s throbbing dick and ease him back into her mouth, her throat, savoring all her juices. And before she knew it, the taste of her was mixing with the taste of him as he released a massive orgasm into the back of her mouth, warmness slowly making its way down her throat. “Zara…“ Whispering her name, she licked the excess cum that escaped her lips and crawled up to him, placing a kiss on his cheek, to his lips, to his chest, starting a new trail and feeling the rising of a familiar friend down below. A smirk spread across her lips and his as he asked,
“Ready for more?”
“What a long ass day…“
Damon, back from work, drops his bag by the couch as he enters his warm apartment. The small dinner table in front of him is littered with work from last night. The only three things he’d like spread in front of him were food, some legs, and his bed. Working with all those damn people from 8 in the morning until 9 at night made Damon feel damn near depleted of any kind of energy. And only a few things (and a person) could bring about a sudden burst of that much needed fuel. A fleeting thought of someone’s soft legs made his dick stiffen but immediately after, his mind filled with thoughts of work. Thoughts of work that he had to do and it brought him back to this cruel reality. Exhausted, all he can really do is walk past the table of disastrous work, while dismissing any hope of seeing “her” tonight. With some hope there’s time this weekend to at least address that pile of work, he heads to his bedroom. Realizing the same kind of work disaster hit his room, he starts cleaning.
Picking up a sweater off the floor, he thinks aloud to himself, “I wonder when this room got this messy.” Folding it, he contemplates sending a late-night text and putting off the cleaning but decides against it. Fuck it, right? No one’s gonna clean this mess up for me anyw…” He trails off as his eyes spot a bright red cloth under his bed. Freeing it from under a sneaker, he makes out the outline of panties. A familiar but very faint scent of Sonia’s sweet juices gently hits him, bringing a slow grin to his soft pink lips and his dick stiffened once again. But this time, it wasn’t going down.
“Why is it so fuckin cold tho?”
Sonia had just stepped into her room after a steaming hot shower that almost ended fatal. But what else is new? She had went to shower hoping she could wash away wet evidence of thoughts of Damon from between her soft thighs. The removable shower head allowed her to move it at will and reach places her loofah might not and that standard showers wouldn’t. One of those places happened to be her tight and stubborn pussy. Using the detachable, she changed the setting to JET and aimed it at her clit as she positioned herself against the tiled shower wall. Using one hand for balance, she pointed the warm-to-hot water at her aching and throbbing clit. Getting creative, she let that balancing hand go and used her head to lean on the wall. Freeing that hand, she starts to massage her pussy walls. After struggling to get in the tight and sweet area, she’s moaning for Damon as if he’s right there watching. She always got so shy as he watched her please herself.
“Damnit Damon, this is all your fault. If I can go a few days without thinking of you….oooo…ooooh shi-iitt!”
The intensity of the water hitting the hood of her clit is making her lose her mind. Flashing lights and images of Damon face deep in her pussy as he used his hands to hold her quivering thighs open, his tongue to trace the clit to her wet pussy opening – licking and sucking the clit along with all her juices – sent chill after chill after chill down Sonia’s back. Whimpering and pouting as she slowly lowered herself to the floor of the tub, the water and her imagination slowly brought her to an orgasm she could not control. Rapidly breathing, she bucked into a sitting position as squirts, joy and near hot water mixed around her. It’s a good thing she sat because she knew a fall would be too hard to explain along with increased pulse, cum, water everywhere. Soon, her once quick breathing reduced to deep & slow inhalations and exhalations.
Now back in her room, the coolness of it made her nipples on her full D cups point up as if reaching for someone. She playfully talks to her breasts,
“I want him too, girlies. But you know what? I can’t take this anymore. He’s gonna know…and I’m gonna be the one to say something… “
Don’t leave just yet…
Laying on my side, watching you get dressed
Preparing for the long ride back home
Damn, it’s getting late, don’t ya think?
“Maybe you should stay a while longer…
It’ll be worth your time…“
Pulling at the shirt you just buttoned
Not exactly putting up a fight because you know what you want
Removing those familiar cuff links and watch
Placing them right next to the warming candle I lit just for tonight
You advance, I retreat back towards the wall
Deeper into the bed, you grab onto my ankle, gently
Then with the force of nature, “Come here…”
I’m flung towards you, breasts dancing excitedly
Lower love folds, now leaking with a seductive nectar
Only one’s tongue can taste and one’s thrust can shake
Your strong fingers getting reacquainted with the slick walls
“Mmmhmm. Right ther-”
Muffled by a hand as you slide inside answering all my needs
Desire leaking from us thrust after thrust with clothes flung
Right off the bed to make room for spread-eagle legs
Face implanted between them or thighs ramming as I’m screaming
“More…more…MOORE!!” An extra O for emphasis
Your hardened body has power written all over it
I’m on a mountain of lust and pleasure and my peak is getting near
My ankles, check. Your waist, check. Matching thrusts, yes, yes YES.
Your eyes squeeze shut & I catch your body slightly bend
Holding me closely til our faces touch, lips lock, fingers intertwine
Juices between us shared as we find that peak together
Panting out demands for more & wanting you…
Slowly drifting into a wonderful sleepy bliss with dreams of having you
Again… and again
