Losing Your Brain
That was an easy question to answer.
It was not, however all that explosive an evening after all. We both had drank too much good wine and unique beer. I remember following her on a wild ride through the east bay hills down to her rooftop apartment off Piedmont Ave. We stumbled up to her place. I got naked and fell into her bed while she lit candles and headed to the bathroom. When she came out she was naked too, stunning with toned arms and back, a beautiful waist that ended in a scrumptious ass and small but tasty looking breasts. We spend our selves and fall asleep, both happy enough with the outcome.
The next morning we wake up, hung over. Sometimes when people sober up from a one night stand there is an awkwardness, a "what the fuck did I just do" pall over the newly happy couple. None of that here, we were both comfortable with what we had done and with each other. I take her to breakfast at Lin and Lu's on grand. We eat omelets and drink coffee and talk about how hung over we are.
That night I call her and we make plans to go out on Tuesday. I pick her up at 7 pm at her place and we head out to the Miramar Beach Inn. She is wearing a short skirt, tights, top and short leather jacket. Same stunning looks. Over the drive and dinner we talk art and philosophy and history and family and a million other things. I learn she has degrees in History and Art, that she is an artist, that she works as a secretary to make ends meet. She is a native Californian, she has traveled to Europe but never to the east coast. Our conversation that night was one of the best first date conversations I have ever had, interesting, funny and easy. We seemed to fit like a hand and soft glove.
When I took her home that night, I hesitated, did not want to assume that I was coming up. She noticed, and I think it surprised her. She asked me to come in. When we got to her bedroom, she lighted candles and we started to undress each other. By the time we were done I was standing there with her softly holding my tight hard on.
"I want to get on my knees in front of you". She said as she got down. She put my cock into her mouth as she rested her hands on the outside of my thighs. I moaned.
I was looking down at her, working me, feeling those lips and tongue, hearing her coo, feeling her breath.
I swear I have a memory of being outside my body, watching us from the side. Maybe just my imagination, but it was that good. At some point we moved to the bed, I went down on the sweetest pussy I had ever tasted while she writhed and purred and finally came in an earthquake and gusher.
"Come here" she breathed, as I moved to straddle her face. She grabbed my cock and deep throated it, sucked and pumped it till I was at the point of cuming, and then as I started to squirt she pulled it out and rubbed it over her mouth and face as I exploded, pumping every last drop onto her lips and into her mouth. When I was done, she lay there with her mouth open in a mask of ecstasy.
The rest of the week we saw each other a couple of times, talked on the phone a lot. Every time talking was fun and easy and, well, natural. We laughed all the time.
Needless to say, the nights were explosive.
And she was direct.
"I want to suck it" Giggle.
She came down to my place the following Saturday. As she walked in I pulled her over to the counter, pulled her jeans down to her knees (she rarely wore underwear) bent her over.
She was already wet. I pushed my cock into her, in the mirror I could see her face and hair, all made up for our outing. I loved the look she got on her face as she came, crying out as I blew up in her.
The next week, another dinner date, went to the movies, went back to her place.
"I was talking to my friend" she said " she tells me that I just have to try it in the ass." She smiles. We get down to it, and I flip her over. She has a great back, taut, yet smooth, curving all the way down to a round, tight ass, the kind of ass and waist that can make me cum just from looking at it. I am face down in that thing, laping as she is loving it, till everything is sopping wet and she is writhing. I move up, part her cheeks, and slowly start, pressing the head of my cock into her. I am trying very hard to be gentle, take it slow.
Just as the head passes into her ass, she says, "you devil, you just slipped it in there."
Then she reaches aroung with both hands, grabs my ass and with a clean jerk, pulls me into her and lets out a moan. Now I am pounding her, and as I do I reach around and slip my fingers into her pussy. I can feel my cock pressing on the walls of her pussy as I play with her.
She starts to cry out " Oh God, Oh God"
With a shudder, she comes, and comes and comes, and somewhere in there I come in a ball draining flood.
For the rest of that first year together, that is how it was. We never fought, we never got frustrated. We went places, and did fun things and fascinated each other with our insights and cracked each other up with our jokes.
And we fucked our brains out until every brain cell was gone. And it was all good.
It was the best time we ever knew together.
It was not, however all that explosive an evening after all. We both had drank too much good wine and unique beer. I remember following her on a wild ride through the east bay hills down to her rooftop apartment off Piedmont Ave. We stumbled up to her place. I got naked and fell into her bed while she lit candles and headed to the bathroom. When she came out she was naked too, stunning with toned arms and back, a beautiful waist that ended in a scrumptious ass and small but tasty looking breasts. We spend our selves and fall asleep, both happy enough with the outcome.
The next morning we wake up, hung over. Sometimes when people sober up from a one night stand there is an awkwardness, a "what the fuck did I just do" pall over the newly happy couple. None of that here, we were both comfortable with what we had done and with each other. I take her to breakfast at Lin and Lu's on grand. We eat omelets and drink coffee and talk about how hung over we are.
That night I call her and we make plans to go out on Tuesday. I pick her up at 7 pm at her place and we head out to the Miramar Beach Inn. She is wearing a short skirt, tights, top and short leather jacket. Same stunning looks. Over the drive and dinner we talk art and philosophy and history and family and a million other things. I learn she has degrees in History and Art, that she is an artist, that she works as a secretary to make ends meet. She is a native Californian, she has traveled to Europe but never to the east coast. Our conversation that night was one of the best first date conversations I have ever had, interesting, funny and easy. We seemed to fit like a hand and soft glove.
When I took her home that night, I hesitated, did not want to assume that I was coming up. She noticed, and I think it surprised her. She asked me to come in. When we got to her bedroom, she lighted candles and we started to undress each other. By the time we were done I was standing there with her softly holding my tight hard on.
"I want to get on my knees in front of you". She said as she got down. She put my cock into her mouth as she rested her hands on the outside of my thighs. I moaned.
I was looking down at her, working me, feeling those lips and tongue, hearing her coo, feeling her breath.
I swear I have a memory of being outside my body, watching us from the side. Maybe just my imagination, but it was that good. At some point we moved to the bed, I went down on the sweetest pussy I had ever tasted while she writhed and purred and finally came in an earthquake and gusher.
"Come here" she breathed, as I moved to straddle her face. She grabbed my cock and deep throated it, sucked and pumped it till I was at the point of cuming, and then as I started to squirt she pulled it out and rubbed it over her mouth and face as I exploded, pumping every last drop onto her lips and into her mouth. When I was done, she lay there with her mouth open in a mask of ecstasy.
The rest of the week we saw each other a couple of times, talked on the phone a lot. Every time talking was fun and easy and, well, natural. We laughed all the time.
Needless to say, the nights were explosive.
And she was direct.
"I want to suck it" Giggle.
She came down to my place the following Saturday. As she walked in I pulled her over to the counter, pulled her jeans down to her knees (she rarely wore underwear) bent her over.
She was already wet. I pushed my cock into her, in the mirror I could see her face and hair, all made up for our outing. I loved the look she got on her face as she came, crying out as I blew up in her.
The next week, another dinner date, went to the movies, went back to her place.
"I was talking to my friend" she said " she tells me that I just have to try it in the ass." She smiles. We get down to it, and I flip her over. She has a great back, taut, yet smooth, curving all the way down to a round, tight ass, the kind of ass and waist that can make me cum just from looking at it. I am face down in that thing, laping as she is loving it, till everything is sopping wet and she is writhing. I move up, part her cheeks, and slowly start, pressing the head of my cock into her. I am trying very hard to be gentle, take it slow.
Just as the head passes into her ass, she says, "you devil, you just slipped it in there."
Then she reaches aroung with both hands, grabs my ass and with a clean jerk, pulls me into her and lets out a moan. Now I am pounding her, and as I do I reach around and slip my fingers into her pussy. I can feel my cock pressing on the walls of her pussy as I play with her.
She starts to cry out " Oh God, Oh God"
With a shudder, she comes, and comes and comes, and somewhere in there I come in a ball draining flood.
For the rest of that first year together, that is how it was. We never fought, we never got frustrated. We went places, and did fun things and fascinated each other with our insights and cracked each other up with our jokes.
And we fucked our brains out until every brain cell was gone. And it was all good.
It was the best time we ever knew together.
posted by Maurice_Basilius at 3:00 PM
2 Comments:
Sounds amazing-but you still didn't answer my question. . .if it was so great. . .how did it end?
Keep Reading, it is a long story, thought I promise to get to the point in a couple of days...The getting into it is half the answer to why it came apart.
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