One Sexy Nite Away With You..... Erotica in motion.

You know what they say.... If you aren't getting it, at least write about it. Fantasizing is a bitch. :-/

Enjoy. 

I couldn’t get my mind off him. I was constantly reminiscing about our last time together. Constantly feeling moisture form between my legs, feeling the throb down below, and wanting that same sensation. His smooth dark chocolate skin. His muscular arms capable of lifting me like a feather from the bed. His firm ass, easy to grab on to as I pulled him to me. His sexy smile with perfectly white teeth that always made me do anything he asked. I wanted it. I needed it. I felt like an addict dying for my next fix and incapable of finding my dealer. I was hooked on his sex, strung out like a junkie and loving it like I love my shoes. But this wasn’t a shoe-gasm I was getting. These were deep full body mind-blowing orgasms from every single stroke.

Maybe I should go back and tell the story of why I was hooked. We were friends. We ARE friends. Well, more like bed buddies who hang out, but we only became bed buddies after months of us just kicking it and getting to know each other. I enjoyed him because he was willing to do just about any activity I came up with, from new bars to massages to gun ranges. I also enjoyed that we took turns in our outings; one week he would pay, the next week I would or we both would just chip in. It was never an argument or debate for us and finding that in someone is a blessing. I believe he enjoys being around me because I am a cool down to earth female who doesn’t really trip about the normal things girl trip on when they like someone. Now don’t get me wrong. He knew I liked him. But I liked the fact that he took it very slow with me. It was probably about six months before we FINALLY had sex and even after, it has never been a promised moment when we hang out. But I enjoy our conversations. I enjoy our time together every time. I enjoy just looking at his body and smiling to myself. I enjoyed listening to him get excited about things he loves. I enjoy our drunken bar hops, our nites of dining, or concerts and parties or just chilling. We were homey, lover, friends and for so long it was cool with me. It still is.  We’ve only had sex a couple times, like he is rationing the dick out to me. I don’t know why men seem to believe that sex is what keeps a female around. I was around and wanted to be around way before the sex even started.  I didn’t want to expect anything from him and I was cool the way we were, believe me. But damn, he was perfect. He worked, he was intelligent, he took care of his kid, he took care of his bills, he could fix any and everything, he was funny as hell, and he was good person, even helping me out in times when I really didn’t have any one else.  I just didn’t think he saw me as someone he could settle with, I don’t know. But I hoped and prayed and just let it flow. I was the person I was and he was the same. We were friends with benefits. And as long as there was honesty between us, then I was ok….

We had gone out for breakfast on that Saturday morning, which was one of our favorite things. Ok, it was actually brunch and we sat down in Malibu beach around noon. We hung out a lot so this was just another one of our outings. The day was beautiful. It was sunny and as we sat outside drinking mimosas, stuffing our faces with omelets, prime rib and seafood for him.  And as we talked and ate and drank, the heat and the alcohol began to take effect. I rested my hand on his thigh as we sat close and shared stories of work, life, kids and friends. He wore long camouflage shorts and a t-shirt. When I touched him, he paused for a second, looked at my hand, then back up at me.

“You feeling it, aren’t you?” he asked me. I smiled. He knew me rather well. We weren’t in a relationship with each other, but we were fairly close. My hand moved closer to his zipper.

“Just a little bit,” I said softly and then laughed.  He scooted his chair closer to me and he placed his hand on my bare thigh. I had on a short flowy summer dress. His hand slid under my dress as my hand went to his crotch. His fingers touched my wetness. I had no panties on and the look of surprise on his face when fingers met moisture was priceless. He smiled.

“It’s a little easier access for you,” I told him, a little irritated that I couldn’t really get to him like I wanted to. My hand was rubbing his dick, slowly. His finger slid into me. I moaned. He slid two fingers into me. I had to catch my breath. I didn’t think he was going to be so bold. He moved them around inside of me; slid them in and out. My eyes were closed, it felt so good. Then he had one inside of me while two rubbed up and down on the lips of my puss. He was about to make me cum right here at our table.

I continued to rub his dick and I could feel him getting hard. He was fighting it. His eyes were low from the mimosas and from the full erection he was trying to hold back, I could tell. And as he moved his fingers a little faster in and out of me, I came. I poured my juices all over his fingers as I tried to catch my breath. He didn’t stop moving his fingers. He didn’t stop looking at me as I fidgeted and tried to move away from his reach. He kept me close, and as I continued to play with his dick through his pants, he pulled his fingers out. I took them in mine and I kissed them. As I kissed them, he stared. It was time to leave breakfast.

Our plan was to eat and then he would drop me off back at home. Instead, we got in the car and started driving. He got on to PCH and as he handled the steering while, I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and pulled his thick dark dick out. I bent over in the passenger seat and took his dick into my mouth.  One hand stayed on the steering wheel while the other rested on my head. He tasted so damn good. I started at the tip. Sucked it like a chocolate covered ice cream cone, trying to suck up all the chocolate before I got to the tasty white cream. As I sucked, a little pre-cum came out. Then I licked the sides. My tongue slid down one side, mouth covering up the tip again and then slid down the other side. He was talking to me.

“Damn. Shit. Just like that. Feels so good.”

My head moved up and down on his dick. My mouth went from covering it whole to covering just the tip, tongue moving around the dick and as I did that, his hand moved from my head to my ass, under my skirt… grabbing it, squeezing it, spanking it. His fingers slid back inside of me again.

“Fuck! I’m about to cum!” He was losing control. His hand moved back to my head and as he held it a little firmer and lower, I stroked him with my mouth faster until he busted his creamy white down to the back of my throat. He was moaning as more continued to cum out into my mouth. I was impressed that he had not pulled over to the side of the road to finish. I licked him dry. When I sat upright in my seat again, we were somewhere close to Santa Barbara. We had driven almost an hour and a half away without even realizing it, caught up in the ecstasy of pleasure and orgasm.

 “Let’s just get a room somewhere,” I said. I knew I was asking for a lot. Both of us were not the most spontaneous people at all, but it had all been so perfect, I really didn’t want it to end. Ever.

“Somewhere like where?” He looked at me. Was he serious? Was he going to go with the flow and just let it happen?  His fingers went inside the top of my dress and he started playing with my nipples. They were hard. I picked up my phone and went on to a hotel search for the surrounding areas. There was one not too far away, right along the beach. At a stoplight, he pulled my breast out and started sucking on it and biting my nipple. I reserved it online and we drove into Montecito and parked at the Hyatt, which stood right across from the beach. We checked in, bought a bottle of wine from the hotel bar and went to our room. It was only close to 5pm.

The room was overlooking the ocean. It was breathtaking. Quiet. Peaceful. All you could hear were the waves crashing along the shore and a few people chatting or playing as they walked along the sidewalk. We sat on the patio, drank wine, smoked weed, talked and laughed and let the intoxication and high take us over. A couple hours later, we were starving and ordered room service; steaks, mashed potatoes and more drinks from the bar, this time Ciroc vodka and juice. We took our food back to the patio and ate as we watched the sunset and listened to music on his ipod.

We were stuffed, tipsy, high and happy, so we decided to get out of the room and walk down by the beach. It wasn’t like LA. You could walk on the beach all night long without being stopped by police or harassed by homeless. We got on the sand and took off our shoes and proceeded to stroll away from the hotel. He had brought another joint so eventually we sat down on the sand and smoked again, staring off into the deep blue water and darkened sky. We were quiet. But it wasn’t an uncomfortable quietness. It was as if we were both in deep thought and completely at ease with each other being in our own separate worlds for a while. It was something I liked about us. We could talk about any and everything. Yet we could not say a word and still enjoy each other.

I leaned up against him and he wrapped an arm around me. It was getting a little chilly and I was still in a summer dress with a light sweater. He lifted his leg over me so I sat between his legs and he lay back on the sand, his hoodie over his head so the sand wouldn’t get into his waves. I turned over and faced him, resting most of my body on his. Rested my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat, soft and even. His arms around me, hands resting on my ass, we stayed like that until I sat up and straddled him. I put my hands on his chest and I could feel him growing through his pants. I wanted to tease him. I unbuttoned his shorts for the second time that day and pulled his dick out. I grinded my puss on to his dick, not really trying to get it in, but to get him hard. And it worked. He immediately became hard and tried to maneuver me so he could slide inside, but I maneuvered away from his movements. He was laughing but I could tell he wanted me to stop playing.

“Why are you teasing me?” he asked. He was still trying to put his dick inside me.

“We’re gonna get sand all up in everything!” I laughed. “That’s not ok.” As I said it, I sat up a little bit, took his dick and I sat on top of it. He didn’t think I was really going to do it, but I had come to the realization that any time he wanted it, I was going to give it. As I rode him, he held on to my ass. He squeezed it like they were handlebars and he was trying to stay on the road. I bounced my ass on his dick. He lifted me off of him and lunged quick and deep into me. He held me up with those sexy ass arms and wouldn’t let me move. When he let me down, I grinded my puss on to his dick. I wanted to feel him in my stomach. I wanted him to cum. I wanted to orgasm and let my juices flow on to his dick. He pulled me down on him so my chest was on his and he pounded his dick into me. He was holding me so tight, I knew I would have black and blue marks on my waist, but I didn’t care. It felt so incredible. Maybe it was the high, but I felt as if I was floating through one orgasm after another. My body seemed to have a mind of its own and when I felt his grip get tighter, I knew he was about to cum. I felt him tense up. I felt his dick get fuller inside of me. It was pulsating. His dick dug into my puss, powerful plunges into a warm space with enclosing walls. He let out a long moan when he came as his body jerked and then froze and his arms collapsed causing me to drop down on top of him.  Sand was everywhere. As much as I tried to keep it off of me, it was in every orifice and cavern it could be in but it was well worth the experience of sex on the beach.

We walked back to the hotel after an hour or so and as he watched TV, I set the 3 person Jacuzzi bathtub. I ran into the shower real quick just so I could rinse off as much sand as I could before getting in the tub. As soon as he heard the water stop running, he came in the bathroom butt naked and smiling with more wine in one hand and two glasses in the other. I was already in the tub, not expecting him to come join me. He sat behind me and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed my neck, my back. He slid his fingers back inside of my yoni and my head lay against his chest. I smiled. His hands went to my breasts, rubbing soap in circles around my nipples, pulling at them, causing my flat nipples to turn into hard knobs. He rubbed soap on my stomach, my back, in between my legs. It felt so good having his hands all over my body. I had wanted to experience a nite like this for a long time and finally, it was here. He had only spent the nite at my house a couple times and I never did at his, so if and when we did have sex, it was usually one round and time to go. This time, I was given plenty of time to enjoy him.  

I turned in the bathtub so I was facing him, took the washrag from him and added more soap. Smiling from ear to ear, I began to wipe him down. He rested his head on the back of the tub and closed his eyes. I began at his neck, down his chest, did one arm and then the next. Continued on to his stomach. He was falling asleep. I grabbed his penis and began to clean it with the rag. His eyes opened briefly, making sure I wouldn’t cause him any harm. He chuckled.

“Be careful with that.” After I washed it and set it back to lay at rest, he closed his eyes again. I continued down one leg and then the next. I wish I had some body oil with me so I could give him a massage, but I guess that’s what happens when you do things spontaneously. He pulled me to him, splashing the water out of the tub. I sat on his lap, straddled. He took the rag from me and began washing my breasts again, one after the other. He took one arm and lifted it up and then the other.

“You did all that already,” I teased.

“Stand up,” he said.

I stood in front of him, puss in his face. He took the rag and washed me down. Using his hands and the rag, he washed from my yoni to my ass and then down both legs. He reached over and kissed the somewhat swollen lips of my yoni. He lifted one of my legs and placed it on the tub. After he moved himself to be almost directly under me and slid his tongue inside of me. His fingers spreading my lips and his tongue found my clit, sucked on it, causing me to have to hold on to the wall so I wouldn’t fall. I closed my eyes and rested one hand on his head as he ate my puss like it was his favorite dish in the world. My body was trembling from his tongue, his lips and his mouth. I came. He licked it all up.

We got out of the tub and didn’t even bother drying off. We walked into the bedroom and fell on top of the bed. My mouth went straight to his dick. I loved having him in my mouth. I loved pleasuring him, allowing him to feel good but no requirement to come. I sucked him, stroked him, licked him, sucked on his balls while my hands rested on his muscular thighs and then on his abs, feeling the ridges of muscle from continuous workouts. Tired but not ready for sleep, we laid under the covers, my back to his chest, his arms around my waist, my ass against his dick, our legs intertwined, and watched movies on T.V. As he held me, I could feel his dick getting hard. I began to grind my ass back towards him. I wanted him inside of me so bad, but I knew he was tired. My yoni was throbbing. He slid his dick into me from behind as he grabbed on to my waist and pulled me into him.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered. You could hear my wetness as his dick stroked in and out of me, nice and slow. He had one hand on my breast while he continued to pull me deep. He turned me over and got on top of me, lifting my legs high, kissing my ankles and they passed over my head and slid himself into me again. I was beyond myself. My body was on fire, my breasts were swollen from arousal, my puss opened up for him and then wrapped tightly around his dick every time he pulled out. He loved when I did that. He bent down close to me and kissed me, something he didn’t really do during sex. Shit, he didn’t really do it at all. At first it was just a peck. But they became deeper and longer and as his tongue found mine, his dick caressed my puss with multiple orgasms. My arms wrapped around his strong back as I pulled him closer into me. As our kisses became more intense, I could feel his dick growing inside of me. I moaned. He groaned. His arms came under me and held on to my ass as he thrust himself into me, now harder and faster.

My last orgasm created shocks throughout my whole body. There was a connection between us that I had never felt before and between the penetrating sex and the passionate kisses and our amazing surroundings, it took both our bodies over and swept us away. He came simultaneously. He fell on to me and clutched me tightly as he released himself inside of me. I kissed his neck, his shoulders, his face. He kissed my cheek and ear and took a deep breath.

“Damn.” He was still a little out of breath as he rolled off of me.

“Damn is right,” I said, heart still beating at a rapid pace.

He looked at me, eyes looking more closed than open. We started laughing.

“Wanna smoke?” He was saying it but hadn’t moved from where he was lying. His hand grabbed my ass.

I smiled. “And do it all over again?”