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Give Me Love For Harry..... He asked if I would write about our night and there it was… His simple inquiry presented a challenge for some events are so sublime that writing about them flattens the magic. Yet I am reminded of a quote by Anais Nin who states, “We write to taste life twice in the moment and in retrospect.” ***** A few weeks back, a coworker and I along with our boss was invited to a party to kick off the summer. It was held on a roof top hotel bar in Old City. The evening was warm, breezy and my spirit was high for it held promise for a lovely time. As Michelle and I rode the elevator we made an agreement not to separate and to have no more than three cocktails. We giggled as we made this pact. We both knew what it meant. I shifted nervously as we neared our arrival to the top floor; however her smile put me at ease. I admired her beauty. She was stunning as she shined from the inside out. The elevator opened up to a patio filled with a great combination of men dressed in power suits and shapely women draped in summery dresses. The music complimented the scene as people mingled and drank cocktails. Michelle and I stepped out into the crowd and found our way to the bar. We ordered Amstel Light. We also agreed we would not mix our alcohol. We have history with mixing our grains and it usually ends in mayhem of sorts but tonight we wanted to be on our best behavior as the party filled with competing colleagues and we needed to make a good impression on the guests. Many people wore name tags which aided the small talk and after several cordial introductions and our first beer, we started to maneuver the floor. We found our way to where the food was offered and sat under cover as we ate lobster tail, crab legs and shrimp. After we finished our snack, we made our way back to the open air patio and it is here when I first saw him. He stood strong with confidence and was at the helm of a captive audience. As he spoke, he twisted his head in my direction and cast a smile my way. It may be cliché but I felt my knees weaken and smiled back. Michelle immediately noticed his attention and commented on his attractiveness as she asked about his identity. We mingled with others and over the course of an hour we would continue to bump into this man. It became a fun game of hide and seek. Each time he would gift me a brilliant smile. The sun had started to set and the crowd started to weed itself out. Those that remained had stopped mingling and now shaped into focused conversation groups. Michelle and I agreed after our third beer that we could risk one more as we became surrounded by familiar gentlemen sharing common stories from law school days. I pretended to listen yet focused my attention on the man across the room. I was going through the motions while I fantasized an introduction to the mystery man. Our group maneuvered towards the bar and I lost eye contact with him. In fact, as I surveyed the room I thought he left the party. The thought left me empty and disappointed. One of the gentlemen ordered shots for our gang and I saw Michelle accept the glass and raise her hand to toast. She could tell I was a bit lost and looked out in the crowd for my distraction. As our glasses made contact, she spotted him and said “make a wish” (as I did) when instantly I caught sight of him. I lit up like a firework. I like to think it was the specific sound the glass explosion made that caught his attention for he again looked in my direction and smiled. The team of gentleman disbanded shortly after their toast and good wishes. They left for the evening yet Michelle and I remained. She temporarily left me as she ordered one more set of beers and I waited. I stood alone. I fixed my attention on him. Again, he was surrounded by several people. None looked familiar as I had no reason to approach I continued to discreetly observe him. It wasn’t long before we locked eyes again when Michelle rejoined with our beers and new group of men. He turned away upon sight and soon after I got lost in this new group. One seemed to fancy Michelle and so like a mother hen I became protective as she whispered in my ear she was uncomfortable with his attention. Quickly I wrapped up the conversation and moved. This time we stood only feet away from the man that had me captivated. And again, he threw his head over his shoulder and looked directly at me. It was here that we held each other in gaze longer than comfortable and I stuck my hand out and shook his hand. I congratulated him on his newly appointed role and wished him success. The conversation evolved very naturally and soon Michelle joined and I made introductions. She excused herself and requested him to look after me while she went downstairs to smoke a cigarette. She ordered him not to leave my side. He obeyed. It wasn’t long after she left when our conversation highlights of work shifted to flirtation. I felt like an awkward talking to a high school quarterback. I was instantly infatuated and I didn’t want to be that ditsy girl that turned him off. I grew nervous and quickly drank the rest of my beer. The music seemed to elevate in volume drawing my attention to an Ed Sheehan song that played and I caught the lyric “all that I want is the taste that your lips allow….” And I grew fascinated with that thought and fixated on this mans’ lips as he spoke. Our banter now laced with innuendos; he said something like, “I’m not scared of you….” And of course, delicious thoughts swirled about when he leaned in and kissed me. His lips were so soft. His eyes so inquisitive. The entire patio filled of people just melted away and I felt as if we were the only two people in each other’s presence. I was delighted when he leaned in and again quickly kissed me. He directed my hand to the heat growing between his legs and I moaned with delight. He pulled back and studied the emotions wash across my face… what craving for more looked like as I imagined his hands everywhere as he would back me towards a wall. What it would feel like to shove my hands into his trousers as he crashed his lips to mine. How his tongue snaked out between my parted lips --- how his hand resting on my breast plate would feel when he discovered my heart hammering in my chest while he devoured my mouth. The lyrics continued to interweave “give me love like never before’’ defining this moment as complete wonder lust. Michelle returned from her cigarette break and informed that she intended to leave. He wished her a good night and shook her hand. I gave her a hug and told her that I was preparing to leave as well. I knew I had to go but I didn’t want to leave this moment however it appeared that it was that time. Again the lyric, “give a little time to me or burn this out” droned on when he whispered in my ear an invitation to meet him at a bar around 11:30 pm – it was nearly eleven when he proposed the suggestion to which I agreed to meet. And then he left. We had exchanged prior to his departure but I was confused if he was going directly to the bar or if I was to call him upon my arrival. I had only 4% battery power and had to somehow hail a cab to get across town. He sent me a text message asking me if I wanted a “preview” which instantly made my inner thighs quiver and as I had entered the cab my phone died. I decided to just go to the recommended bar and take my chance he would be there. My dead phone sobered my drunken dizzy thoughts enough to ask the bartender to plug in my phone. After about a long 10 minutes and my impatience, I retrieved my phone that had 10% battery life which was enough to send him a text message. Me: “At Misconduct” He: “On my way!” Oddly, the song that played at Stratus where we first kissed now played while I waited and I fixate on it's meaning and specifically the lyric: “You know I will fight my corner” What am I doing??? He had gone home to change. He looked much more relaxed as he had slipped out of his suit and tie into something more casual. He was a golden tan and had a smile just for me and my stomach filled with butterflies. “And it’s been awhile but I still feel the same….” We drank a beer rather quickly and he urges we leave for bed. We both leave in laughter and walk the short distance to my apartment lobby. We nervously stand waiting for the elevator when the lift opens and I step inside, illuminating the button for my floor. As he joins me inside, he casts an appreciative look from my heels to the silky hair that frames my face. He presses his body into mine pinning me in the corner and I open my mouth to speak but I am silenced with his lips on mine. The lift sounds and I gasp at the thought of being caught with my back against the corner and his hands fisting my dress. But I quickly don’t care as he continues to kiss me. We now arrive at my floor and he looks down at me with eyes that call to my lowered inhibitions and command me to direct him to my apartment. It wasn’t but two or three steps into the kitchen when our souls kissed. Our lips collided, our mouths roamed, our breaths came in short bursts as he grew hard and my anticipation climbed. I was nervous. I knew what was going to happen but I didn’t want it define everything. We pulled away and he was given a tour of the apartment and we exchanged pleasantries. He commented about the butterfly lights and then it started. He was rather quick to undress. He was skilled in stripping out of clothing while still being able to kiss and caress my breasts. He made a comment that I should follow his lead but I waited for his reveal. The cock stood upright. It was firm and thick. Under study, it visibly throbbed and it transfixed me yet I still could hear his urging for me to get naked. Instead, I dropped to my knees and kissed the head. Gently I graced two or three kisses up the shaft then grabbed the base firmly and smeared the head between my moistened lips. His hips pushed his strength into me until he was nestled deep between my lips and tongue. I moaned and felt my arousal growing. I slowly bounced my head back and forth as he wrapped his hands in my hair using it as lever to pull himself deeper into my throat. He moans and then lifts me up from the floor so I am standing in front of him. Again he urges I undress and I begin to strip. One of the straps of my dress falls from my shoulder, exposing the milky white skin of my breast and the rosy nipple that aches to be touched. He obliges, nuzzling my flesh, and plants butterfly kisses over my hard nipple. He curls his hands around the straps of my dress and tugs them down, allowing my heavy tits to spring free. A growl erupts deep from his throat; my dress pools at my feet and my arousal trickles from my drenched cleft as I step out of my shoes and dress. I hear his sharp intake and gasp as he moves down my body and catches a glimpse of my nipples; hard, pink buds crying out for attention. He dips his head and kisses the valley between my breasts, his tongue swirling over my nipples; his hot mouth brings them to peak as the perspiration gathers on my skin and the torrent of burning desire builds in the depths of my core. A heart stopping smirk plays on his lips and my breath stops when he pins my hands. Holding me where he wants me, his hard length against my stomach, he assaults my mouth once more and I taste the sweet salt of my flesh on his tongue. A sigh escapes my lips as he moves down my body, leaving my mouth swollen and deliciously attacked. My eyes roll back when I hear his stubble scrape against the material concealing my soaked pussy. He kisses me through the lace, inhaling my scent, evidence of my arousal as an inferno of heat pools in my stomach. He stands up quickly and thrusts his hand into my stockings and pulls them down; I grip his shoulder and my jaw falls slack as he circles my clit, coating my swollenness with slick heat. I cry out as he plunges two fingers into me and I buck away from him, but he holds me in place. His mouth is on mine, swallowing my moans as dexterous fingers fuck me hard and rough. His thumb coaxes my clit to swell, his fingers scissoring, stretching. My body is climbing, my head spins and I clutch his shoulders, squeeze his fingers harder and grind against his hand. Another growl vibrates through him; he slips out of me and rough hands turn me around. He holds his hand to the back of my neck and bends me over the adjacent ottoman; the cold leather against my hypersensitive nipples make me shudder and I feel the effect trickle down my thighs. With one hand still on my neck, he tugs at my thighs and opens my legs with his knee. I prepare myself for the primal fucking I’ve craved since I first laid eyes on him. I swallow hard when I feel the tip of him against the entrance of my throbbing pussy as he teases me, stroking his engorged head over my lips. A drawn out moan escapes as I reach behind me, curl my hand around his gloriously thick shaft and push against him as he eases into me. He moves slowly and the sharp bite of pain as he fills me completely sends my body climbing instantly. He picks up speed, gripping my hips and pounds into me. My tits bounce every time flesh hits flesh and I take one in my hand, rolling my nipple between my fingers. I catch sight of a woman in the reflection of the window behind the chair. Her eyes sparkle with lust, her lips are parted to accommodate short breaths and a moan every time she is thrust forward by the powerful man fucking her sweetly from behind. The woman in the reflection is me, and my skin is flushed and glistening with sweat. My breath catches as his balls hit my clit, swelling the nub until the need to touch and bring myself to orgasm is unbearable. I watch as the reflection throws her head back and cries a hedonistic cry of primal bliss. He curls over me, his thrusts short and fast, and covers my mouth with his hand to soften my moans; I smell myself on his fingers and my vision blurs with want. My body is coiled tight as he expertly fucks me to the edge of oblivion over and over, slowing when I’m about to explode and I growl my frustration into his hand. I feel his balls tightening, the tension in his abs, his legs shaking as his relentless pace takes its toll. He wraps his arms around me and stills, his thick, hot cock pulsing against my swollen vaginal walls and slides out. I sigh as I feel every long hard inch slip out of me and groan as another orgasm dwindles to a dull, aching desperation. He stands me up, turns away grabs my hand and guides me to my bedroom. We stand at the edge of my bed and his chest heaves and his eyes burn. He licks his lips as he gazes hungrily at my flushed skin, aching tits and the moisture glistening between my legs. He drops to his knees, taking in all my drenched parts and impatiently darts his head between my legs. I see his cock bobbing under its weight as he grips the back of my knees. My body quivers and the blood roars in my ears as he buries his face between my legs and laps up what my pussy gives him; but his feasting is short and torturous, keeping me on the edge. He lifts my leg onto the back of his shoulder, opening me up to him and an appreciative groan leaves through gritted teeth. His eyes darken as he rises slowly, his straining cock sliding between my legs and into where I ache for him with ease. I wrap my arms around him; I need this. I need to come. I need him to make me come. My back against the bed, pinned by him as he plunges into me and I lose myself. I feel every inch, every stroke, every collision of his flesh against mine and I’m powerless to stop the coiling and tightening. I’m desperate for release. I dig my nails into his shoulders and my body shudders as I fall, coming violently and riding the crest of every wave he sends crashing over me, and my leg falls languidly from his shoulder. I’m satisfied and breathless as he pulls out of me and wraps his hand around his cock, working his shaft with fervor. I lean forward and cup his balls, rolling them deftly in my hand as they tighten and the head of his cock swells. He hisses through his teeth, his body jerks and he stills as he spurts thick, hot cum over me. He squeezes my shoulder as he<b> pumps </font></b>every drop over my chest. It drips over my breasts and coats my nipples, dripping onto my leg. He sighs and rests his forehead against mine as we afford a few seconds to come down from the high. He takes a final deep breath, grabs my hand and pulls me close to him. We fill the bedroom with laughter; from the thrill, from satisfaction and with the anticipation of what’s next to come. “My, my, my, my, my my give me love, lover….” |
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So elegant and erotic! Wow!
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hot
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WOW!. Just wow...
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