Jingle Belle

The temperature had dropped and snow flurries had begun late in the afternoon. It was the perfect prelude to the evening. Driving home, Belle took time to enjoy all the lights and sights of the holiday season. It really is the most wonderful time of year, she thought. The yard decorations of inflatable snow globes and lighted reindeer made the cul de sac where she lived seem so festive. Dropping her computer bag on the floor by the front door, she pulled out the package Fed Ex had delivered right to her desk earlier in the day. All afternoon she had day dreamed about how the red velvet would feel next to her skin. It was going to be the perfect outfit to kick off the holiday season. She wasn’t sure Mark would make it through dessert. But he wouldn’t be arriving until around 8:00 p.m. so still had plenty of time to get dinner ready and put the finishing touches on the Christmas tree. She headed straight for the bedroom. She was going to be a present he couldn’t wait to unwrap tonight. Slowly, she unwrapped the red velvet babydoll nightie from its packaging. The white fur trim around the bottom and the black banding right under the breast made it the sexiest Santa outfit around. Paired with her black fishnet hose and thigh high black boots, it was definitely more naughty than nice. A quick make-up touch up made her blue eyes sultry and her chestnut hair glowed after she ran the brush through the shoulder length tresses. Looking in the mirror she smiled at the picture she made. Her breasts were spilling over the top of the nightie. Her legs went for days thanks to the high heels on the boots. Her shaved pussy was waiting to be touched thanks to the cut out in the fishnet hose. It was almost 7:30 when she headed back to the kitchen. She put the meal on low in the oven so that it would be warm whenever they got around to eating it tonight. She lit the evergreen candles giving the room just the right glow. The tree twinkled in the corner. The ornaments were dangling and the jazzy sounds of carols filled the room of Christmas cheer. Belle grabbed the fur throw off the couch and placed it at the foot of the tree. Mark would be there any minute. One more quick check in the mirror above the mantel and she liked what she saw. She was just lying down in front of the tree when she heard the metallic sound of a key sliding into the lock. Mark had had a key for some months now so he never bothered to knock any more. He walked into the room and smiled. “Ho, ho, ho,” he said. She laughed. “Not yet, but I intend to be.” She pointed her finger at him and wiggled it, inviting him to come join her on the soft blanket. He pulled off his jacket and loosened his tie. He tossed both on the couch before walking toward her. “I’m pretty sure this means you are on the naughty list,” he said. “Oh but I’m so good. Just you wait and see.” “I’ve never seen a Santa’s helper quite like this. I don’t think the elves would get much done in the workshop if they were all dressed like this.” His dark eyes twinkled as he took a seat next to her. She reached up and ran her finger through his thick black hair. As Belle pulled him close for a deep kiss, her tongue slipped inside his mouth tangling with his. “Are you hungry,” she asked. “Not for dinner,” he said. “But I can’t wait to nibble on you.” He ran his finger across her collar bone and down to her breast. His thumb grazed her nipple through the red velvet. He felt it harden under his light touch. He saw her back arch slightly allowing him more access to her full breasts. Brushing the thick brown strands away from her neck, his mouth followed the path his fingers had taken. His lips left a trail of warm kisses down her slender neck. He bit down lightly where her neck and shoulder met. Belle was burning up on the inside. She had intended to tease him mercilessly tonight but at the moment, it seemed to be going the other way. She felt his hands sliding up the fishnet. She reached between them and could feel his thick, hard erection through his clothes. She cupped him and squeezed. He groaned. She gave a half laugh. “Two can play this game.” She shifted so that she straddled him and pushed him down onto the blanket. Slowly unbuttoning each button on his blue dress shirt, revealing more and more of his hard tanned chest as she worked her way lower and lower. She leaned over him. Letting her lips follow as she pulled the shirt away. As she moved farther down his body, she could feel the heat of his cock pressed against her as she sat on top of him. She couldn’t help but rock against it as her fingers worked the buckle of his thin black leather belt. The clasp of his gray trousers gave way easily and he heard the click, click, click of his zipper as she slowly toyed with him. As she trailed kisses across his chiseled stomach her hair felt like silk as it tickled his chest. She moved lower. He could feel her breath on his skin. God he wanted to feel her mouth on his cock. She moved so slowly. The twinkling lights of the tree played off her skin. It was magical. As she moved down his body, he felt her hot pussy as she sat back on his thigh. He could feel the heat through his pants. He knew she’d be wet already. Then she pulled his thick cock free of the restraints of his clothes and he forgot everything else as the smile lit up her face. Belle loved his cock. The hard column and the thick veins; she loved the smooth length of it. She licked her lips before taking the tip of her tongue and running it right across the head of his penis. He groaned out loud. The more she licked and sucked the harder he became. She rubbed her pussy against his leg matching her movements to the dance her tongue played on his penis. With each dip into her mouth, she took him farther and deeper. She could do this all night. She loved sucking him almost as much as fucking him. His breathing came faster now. She knew he was on the verge. But he wasn’t ready for that yet. Abruptly he pushed up and turned the tables. She was lying under him before she really knew what had happened. She felt his hands as they pushed up under her Santa skirt. She felt him push the fishnets out of the way and the heard the little laugh when he realized the hose were crotchless. Then she felt him slide his finger deep inside her. She gasped as his mouth descended on hers. His fingers mimicked the movements of his tongue in her mouth as they pulsed in and out of her pussy. With his other hand he pulled her breast free. Her hard nipple was just right to take into his mouth. Reluctantly he pulled his hand free of her and pushed the mounds together. He loved the way they weighed heavy in his hands. He bent his head and she sighed as he took first the right, then the left nipple into his mouth. She arched back as his tongue lashed out against her pebbled skin. He sucked, sending sparks all the way to her core. Then his tongue traveled down between the valley created by her breasts. Moving slowly across her stomach, his tongue circled her belly button before dipping in. She shivered, knowing he would soon be treating her pussy just the same. You could smell the sent of sex in the air. He had to taste her. She was so pretty and pink. He could look at those glistening folds all day. He pushed her thighs farther apart with his shoulders and blew. Her eyes closed. She was so hot and his breath felt cool on her lips. She felt him move and then heard the crinkle of paper. They hadn’t used condoms since the very beginning. She opened her eyes just as he dipped a candy cane into her slit. Slowly he pulled it out and brought it to his mouth. “So sweet,” he said. His tongue licked over her clit as she felt the candy slide back inside of her. The lights on the tree seemed brighter. Pleasure swirled around her. His tongue licked slow and easy across her. His hands pushed her legs farther apart; opening her up so that he could delve more deeply. His tongue filled her. She was so close now. He could feel her legs tremble with each stroke of his tongue. “Are you ready for your present?” he asked. “Yes. God yes,” she panted. He paused. Watching her as the pleasure tinted her body pink. Then his lips surrounded her clit as his tongue flicked right across the top. He buried two fingers deep inside of her and pushed her over the edge. He felt it when she exploded. Her legs tightened around his shoulders and he felt her pulsing around his fingers. He let her ride the waves of pleasure for a few minutes before he pushed himself up and teased her opening with his rigid cock. Her skin glowed under the lights from the tree. He pulled her booted legs up to his shoulders and buried himself deep inside her. Her lips parted as he plunged in and out of her tight center. She could feel him stretching her. She felt him hot and hard as he worked into her farther and farther. Over and over again he rode her. His large hands gripping her hips so that he could make sure he penetrated her fully. He could feel her clenching around his shaft. It would be like Christmas morning if she came twice. And he knew just how to make sure that happened. One more hard, deep thrust and he pulled out. There was a small sound of protest from Belle as Mark moved away from her. “Don’t worry baby, I’ve still got a present for you,’ he said and pulled her up. “Turn around for me baby. Let me see that pretty ass of yours.” On hands and knees, she looked over her shoulder at him as he threw his remaining clothes out of the way. She smiled. It was all he needed. He flipped the red skirt up over her back and marveled at the creamy hips he exposed. He stroked his hand over her ass loving the feel of her curves, letting his finger trail right down the crack until he could circle her tightest hole. He felt her work her hips, swaying against his hand. He loved that she got off on this. His mouth replaced his hands then he nipped her cheek. “That’s going to leave a mark,” she said. “I’ll kiss it and make it better. I promise,” he said, then swatted the other cheek causing Belle to arch and press back against him. His mouth dropping kisses to cool the sting before swatting her butt again. He was heating her up inside and out. And he was ready to feel her hot little pussy tight around his cock again. He grabbed her hips hard and pulled her back onto his rigid cock. As she tried to wiggle against him, he held her still. “Tell me what you want for Christmas,” he said. “Fuck me. Fuck me now,” she said. It was all the encouragement he needed. One hard thrust after another until she was ready to come apart again. He reached around and found her clit, flicking it as he pounded in her over and over. It was hard and fast. “Merry Christmas baby,” he said as she felt his teeth scrape against her neck. A little nip and she shattered. Then he followed, filling her with pulses of semen shooting inside of her. He stayed inside her as he rolled them onto their side. Then he pulled the warm blanket around them like a cocoon. As a jazzy version of Jingle Bells began playing, he could feel her breathing slow and knew that dinner might turn into a midnight snack because he’d never been one to leave a present unwrapped under the tree.

Headboard

Headboard August, when the heat of summer is at its peak. But that heat can't compare to the one growing inside me. I loved this room. The grey blue walls. The dark wood of the furniture. The high ceilings. However, the center of attention is the king size bed piled with pillows and crisp white linens. I unhooked my skirt. Slipped it over my hips and let it hit the floor. The blouse followed. A peach satin bra with lace trimmed cups and matching French cut panties were all that remained against sunkissed skin. I pulled the comforter back and rolled it to the end of the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed and waited. We were taking an afternoon off. The anticipation already had me wet. I'd been thinking about his hands all morning. The way they felt - just a little rough, strong. I leaned back on my elbows. Eyes closed. If he didn't hurry, I was going to have to start without him. I craved his touch. Fifteen minutes passed before I heard the garage door open. I heard his keys drop on the counter. I could hear him move into the kitchen. Cabinet doors opened and closed. Ice clinked from the refrigerator door. I heard his footsteps on the hard wood floor. Then they stopped. The linen closet opened and closed. He stood in the doorway. To him she looked stunning. He marveled at skin tinted caramel from the summer sun. He loved her shoulder length hair. The chestnut strands thick and heavy. He loved how it felt twined around his fingers or sliding across his stomach. Her breasts looked so full. Her hips rounded. When I turned my head to him he saw the look; I saw the tray in his hand and I new my emerald eyes gave away my excitement. I watched as he walked into the room and sat the tray on the nightstand. He reached a hand to me so that I would stand. I leaned into him and felt just the slightest brush of his lips. His hand warm across the base of my back. "Are you ready?" He asked. I felt a shiver go through me. I felt his hand slide up my back. I felt him release the hooks to my bra. He slipped the straps off my shoulders and as he pulled it away I felt his finger rub right across my nipples. His hands moved to my hips. As he bent, his thumbs hooked into my panties. As he lowered them across my hips and down my thighs. His mouth followed. I lifted one foot, then the next. Until I was standing there, naked, waiting. "Are you ready?" He asked again. I nodded and crawled up into the bed and took my place right in the center. "You remember the rules?" "Yes," I replied. "Tell me." I reached my arms behind me and found the smooth, dark spindles of the headboard with my fingers. "I know the rules." "I'm not starting until you tell me," he said quietly. My nipples were already tight and my pussy was already moist. I took a deep breath. "I can't take my hands off of the headboard. Somehow they have to keep touching it. No matter what you do. If they come off, you stop what you are doing and I don't get to cum." The afternoon sun was placed streaks across my skin as it passed through the windows. "That's right." His voice wasn't a whisper. Just soft enough with a hint of strength in it. His tongue touched the tip of my ear as he spoke. "Don't let your hands come off. No matter where you feel my mouth," he said as I felt his tongue move down my neck and across my collar bone. "No matter where I choose to touch you," he said right before his tongue flicked across my right nipple. Then he blow across it. "I love how it gets so hard and pink," he said. "Makes me want to nibble on it." Then his teeth nipped my breast. His tongue rubbed against the nipple in his mouth. Watching him teasing me was so sensual. His dark hair and blue eyes were a deadly combination. I loved the feel of his hands. A man's hands - not soft, not rough - just strong and confident. Those hands reached up, unbuttoning the shirt he was wearing revealing a hard chest as he slipped it off his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. The bed sank as he straddled me. He had left his slacks on but they did nothing to disguise the treat I knew was waiting on me. I could feel his cock against my stomach. I knew this turned him on as much as it did me. He reached up and I felt him touch my hands which were holding firmly to the headboard. Then his fingers lightly trailed down my arms from my wrist to my shoulders. I shuddered and knew that the game had begun. He leaned over to the nightstand and picked up a small hand towel. He folded it length wise three times. The he looked me in the eyes before he asked, "Trust me?" His voice had a hint of laughter in it but I knew he would never hurt me. "Always," I answered. Then he reached up and laid the towel across my eyes. The next sensation was his kiss on my lips. So soft, yet so enticing. His lips slowly moving against mine. His tongue slipped inside my mouth exploring my mouth. I could kiss him for hours. I reached for his head so I could feel his thick hair in my fingers. The kissing stopped. He sat back. Nothing. "Shit," I said. Moving my hands back to the headboard. "You know it's hard for me not to touch you to." He waited until my hands were securely in place before I felt his hands on my breasts. He rubbed the palm of his hands across them. I could feel my nipples against the palm of his hand. He rubbed in a circular motion. He squeezed them together. He kissed them. He licked them. He cherished them. My breath caught and he knew just how to illicit those sounds from me he enjoyed so much. "Your skin turns the prettiest shades of pink the more you get excited," he said. His hand touched my throat, "It goes from here...all the way to here," he said moving his hand down my chest and across my stomach. "Know what else turns the darkest shades of pink?" He asked. I could feel him moving down my body, settling himself between my legs. His palm settled across my pussy. "You have the prettiest pink, slick pussy baby," he said. "And when I suck it...when I lick it...when I fuck it, it turns the deepest shade of pink. But it's not quiet time for that yet." I don't know if the sound I made was a moan, a sigh, or a gasp of frustration as I felt him slip off the end of the bed. I reached to find him. I craved his touch. The towel slipped off my eyes. And he took a step away from the bed. I reached for him and he just shook his head. I dropped back against the pillows with an exasperated gesture. "That's not fair!" "You want me to quit," he asked, knowing the answer. "Hell no," I said. "Then you know what to do," he said. I settled back into the pillows and reached my hands behind my head. He picked up the towel and laid it across my eyes again. "Such a pretty picture like that." I could tell he moved back to the end of the bed. He picked up my foot. He started rubbing the arch. I'm so glad I stopped yesterday and got that pedicure. My toes were polished a perfect shade of purple. A sound resembling the purr of a satisfied cat slipped through my lips as he rubbed my foot. Lifting my leg higher he sat it on his shoulder, moving his hands to work on my calf. Then he reached that spot right behind my knee. I felt his tongue drawing little circles against it. Making me squirm. It was an delicious feeling. "Mmmm why does that feel so good?" I asked. Then he went to work on the other side. Stroking, kneading, moving up and down my legs. I felt him move away and heard him moving things around on his tray. He moved back between my legs. Pushing them wide apart. I felt him wedging his shoulders between my thighs. Then settling in. "You know I could eat you for hours," he said. "Your pussy's already glistening. I bet when I slide my fingers inside you you'll be dripping wet for me." His fingers spread my lips apart. I knew he was looking at all my folds. My slit. And it made me even wetter. His fingers were moving all over my pussy. Up and down he stroked. Tormenting my clit. Making me crazy with want. Then he touched it with his tongue. It was freezing. He'd had an ice cube in his mouth the whole time he was warming me up. I sat straight up. He looked up at me. "Where's your hands?" "Fuck!" "I'm trying, but not until you get back where you're supposed to be." I laid back again and grabbed the headboard. "Hurry, please!" "Need something," he asked teasingly. Then he went back to working my clit. "You should see how pretty you look. Your clit is hard as a nail right now." Each stroke of his tongue sent spasms through me. He could feel my thighs tremble against him. Then he added his finger inside me. Then the second one. Pumping me. Then he took his finger and found that spot inside me that made me come unglued. He rubbed across it, making my back arch, but I didn't let go of the spindles. Nothing was going to pry my fingers loose again until his dick was deep inside me. "I can't reach that like you," I said. When I played with myself, I couldn't get deep enough with my fingers to have the same effect. That touch moves everything to a whole new level. He can find it without even trying. He sat up, pulling his fingers from my pussy. Leaned forward and coated my lips like lip gloss. "Taste how sweet you are," he said. I licked my lips. He started to cover them again and I drew his finger into my mouth. Sucking on it like I would his cock. I ran my tongue around it. I felt his cock throb against my leg. "Don't let go," he said. Then he pulled the pillows out from behind my head. "Slide back." I slipped back until my head touched the head board. "Now roll over." I was lying on my stomach with my arms outreached holding on because I didn't want him to quit. He must have reached for an ice cube because I felt the cold start at the base of my neck and moved slowly down my spine. Then his warm lips started the same path. The hair on his chest tickled my back as he moved, kissing each individual vertebra. It wasn't the change in the temperature that caused the shiver to course through my body. It felt like each nerve ending in my body was alive and sparking at the same time. His hands moved lower, kneading my hips. Then I felt it again. He drug that ice cube right down the crack of my ass. "Ahhh," I said. In a voice that didn't even really sound like mine. My hips seemed to lift on their own wanting more of his touch. "You want me to fuck that pussy don't you darling? You want me to touch it don't you? You need it don't you?" Then without warning I felt his fingers thrust inside me. I couldn't help making that noise. It felt so good. I pressed back with my hips wanting him deeper inside. He just kept his hand still. I could feel him, jammed inside me. My pussy gripping his fingers. Then his thumb found my ass and he started pumping his fingers in and out of me. "Oh god," I said. "I'm going to cum if you keep doing that." "No you're not," he taunted. "Cause I'm not ready for you to do that." "That's not fair," I groaned. "But that's the way it is," he said and I could tell he was smiling. "Sit up on your knees with your ass in the air." I maneuvered around trying to find a comfortable way to get in position while still holding on to the headboard. One hand kept rubbing my hips or reaching underneath playing with my tits while he continued pumping and teasing me with the other. He'd get me right to that edge and just stop. Over and over. He was making me crazy. I don't know how long he kept me in that frenzy. My body was quaking; craving that release he kept denying. "Roll back over and lift your hips," he said. I did. And I felt the pillows slide underneath me. Lifting me to him. The touch of his mouth on me had a heat coursing through my body. I felt his fingers spreading me apart. His tongue stabbing at my pussy. I felt him everywhere. I was so sensitive to his touch. Each stroke of his tongue drove me deeper. My thighs were trembling. My breathing was fast. I could feel myself so close. Then he stopped. "No," I cried. "My hands haven't moved." Then I realized he was shedding the rest of his clothes. I loved looking at him. He was just how a man should be; broad shoulders, narrow hips, and that thick cock pointing right at me. He settled back between my legs. He took his cock in his right hand and began rubbing it up and down my slit. Then with the thumb on his other hand, he started rubbing my clit. I couldn't be still. I wanted him in me. I could feel how wet I was. I knew his cock would be covered in me. It was sliding so easily against me. So close. I could feel my body tensing. Maybe this time he'd let me come. There was sweat on my chest. Even the breeze from the ceiling fan didn't cool my want. "Fuck." The single word left my lips and his cock slammed in me as my orgasm hit. I felt my pussy clenching against him. My hands found him. He grabbed my wrists. I thought for an instant he was going to stop again. But he didn't. He just kept stroking, fueling that fire moving through me. Then I felt him explode. Filling me with his cum.

Business Meeting

Tony was all business; right down to the dark subtly stripped suit he wore. The blue button down pressed crisp and the classic tie did nothing to dispel the image. In fact it only made the blue of his eyes more intense. He was an impressive image across the board room table. We had worked together on the project for weeks now. Checking and rechecking the figures on the proposal had been a tedious task. Our team tweaked the presentation so that nothing was left to chance. The business plan was solid. Now it was up to us to sell it to the investors. I sat across the room in a new suit, purchased just for today’s meeting; professional yet still feminine. The jacket buttoned right under my breasts which were encased in a navy lace push up bra. A lacy camisole peaked out from beneath the jacket. The tight a-line skirt hugged my hips and flared. A matching lacy thong was underneath. Pointed toe three inch heels completed the look. In fact I’d caught several of the investors’ eyes on me instead of the presentation. Tony had the pitch down pat. He was half way through and things were going smooth. No negative questions and a few insightful ones meant he had them eating out of his palms. His voice was deep and mellow without a hint of nervousness. He was moving into the marketing portion which meant it was my time to shine. He motioned toward me and I made my way to the front of the room. I knew they were watching. My hips moved side to side as I crossed the floor. I moved my chestnut hair back over my shoulder, smiled and reached for the remote that controlled the projector. As Tony’s hand brushed mine, I could swear I felt a tingle. I took center stage making sure to hit all the highlights. I assured the group we had thought through the announcements and had a solid plan in place to develop the company’s potential thereby guaranteeing them a solid return on their investment. I could feel Tony’s eyes on me as I fielded questions. As I concluded, Tony joined me at the head of the table. A few final questions, now all that was left was their vote. We left the room to await their decision. We walked down the hall and he followed me into my office instead of going on down to his. He shut the door behind us. “Well, what did you think,” I asked. He sat on the edge of my desk as I sat down in one of the chairs normally reserved for clients. I crossed my legs daintily allowing one of my shoes to dangle and the skirt to climb exposing a length of skin. I watched his slacks pull taunt across his muscular thighs. “I think you’ve been making me crazy all day,” he answered unexpectedly. I’m sure my expression gave away my surprise. But instead of answering, I tilted my head and allowed the long strands to fall over my shoulder. I know he saw my tongue, damp and pink, flick over my lips as my gaze made its way up his body. My eyes came to rest on his face but still I didn’t answer; I just smiled. “Well?” he prompted. “Isn’t blue your favorite color?” I asked. “You know it is,” he replied. “Now tell me do your pretty panties and bra match that suit? Are you wet at the thought of me touching you?” “Why don’t you see for yourself?” He moved quickly closing the distance between them. His hand wrapped around the back of my neck and tilted my head back so that his mouth could claim me. My lips parted for him. I could feel his cock hardening as he pulled me against him. He turned me so that the desk was behind me. I felt his hand, so large and warm, slip beneath my skirt and move up my thigh. I knew he was going to find a wet patch of silk. I felt him smile against my lips as his hand reached my panties. “So you were thinking about me today,” he whispered against my ear just as his tongue traced the lobe. He withdrew his hand and a small moan of displeasure escaped my lips before I realized it. He reached for the buttons on my jacket. Slowly, he undid one at the time. Then he slipped it from my shoulders. He lowered his head and I felt his mouth as it closed around my left nipple. The camisole was so thin and the lace bra was not much of a barrier. I felt my nipple harden as his tongue flicked across it through the fabric. My back arched and pressed me closer to him as I felt him bite down on the hard nub. His hand moved to the other side and he thumbed my other nipple as he continued torturing me with his mouth. When his mouth released me, I pushed away. I smiled thinking two could play this game. I rested my hips against my desk and lifted my leg until that pointed toe was level with his chest and gave him a little push backwards so that he ended up sitting in one of the chairs. I reached behind me and unzipped the skirt making a show of working it down my hips and letting it fall to the floor. I could feel his eyes burning into my skin as he watched. I sat back on the desk, letting my shoes fall, as I slid back onto it until my heels rested on the edge. I reached between my legs and pulled the small scrap of silk to the side. I heard him take in a deep breath. I could see the bulge in his pants grow. I stroked myself. I knew he loved how I looked all slick and bare. “You have the prettiest pussy,” he said. “All pink and wet. Show me how you like it.” I continued with the long slow strokes for a few minutes before I let one finger dip inside again and again. Then I withdrew the finger and brought it to my mouth where I swiped it across my lips like gloss. I let my tongue circle my lips. Then I slipped my hand down to just touch the tip of my clit. “Mmmmm. Do you want to taste baby?” He was out of the chair before I knew it. He grabbed my wrists and pulled them free from where they had held me propped up. I all but melted into the desk as his shoulders pushed between my legs spreading me wide. The hard edge of the desk made me think of his hard cock filling me up. His tongue replaced my touch. Long swipes up and down my pussy making me quiver. I grabbed a handful of that thick dark hair as his head disappeared back between my legs. I pulled his face into my wetness. He sucked my clit into his mouth making me lift my hips from the desktop. I could feel desire coursing through my body. It was like a flame snaking its way to my core. I have no idea how long he stroked and sucked me. I was soaring then just as the intensity reached a point where I thought I’d explode he stood up and moved over me. His cock was so impressive. It was thick, hard and glistening with cum. I wanted to lick it clean, but Tony had other ideas. With one long, hard stroke he buried it inside me. The way he stroked sent liquid flames throughout my body. He was fucking me fast and hard. I met him stroke for stroke.

Catch of the Day

Catch of the Day A story of baiting the trap for my southern friends! There’s normally something so relaxing about fishing. That repetitive motion of casting and reeling the line back in. The quiet sound of the water lapping the shoreline. But there was nothing hotter than watching Amanda fishing off the bank of the lake. Those tiny, frayed denim shorts accented long tan legs. A tight white tank top hugging all the right places. That thick auburn hair pulled back into a ponytail that hung down her back. Mark sat in his Chevy enjoying the view for a few minutes. They’d been dating for a few weeks and he’d promised to take her out on the boat today. She wanted to see if her luck was any better fishing from the lake. His phone vibrated. “You gonna sit there all day or you gonna get your rod wet?” He laughed out loud at the text, grabbed his gear out of the back of the truck and walked toward her. “I put the boat in earlier today,” he said. “We’re all ready to go.” “Lead the way captain; I’m ready to get a nibble.” “I am too,” he said as he pulled her into his arms and tasted her cherry flavored lip gloss. Her lips were full and soft and her mouth opened under his. He nipped at her lower lip. His hands slid down her back to a nice round ass. Giving her a squeeze, he stepped back. “If we keep that up, there won’t be any fishing today.” She reached down for her tackle box and grabbed her fishing rod. A large tote bag was lying on the ground. “Why don’t you grab that? I packed us some snacks for the afternoon.” He led the way to the bright blue tracker waiting at the dock. After climbing in he reached out to steady Amanda as she stepped into the boat. “I’ve got the perfect spots picked out for us today,” Mark said. “There’s a perfect area around the bend. A few old tree stumps in the water make for a perfect bed. I’ve had a lot of luck there in the past.” “Sounds great,” she said. “I’ve got some new lures I want to try out.” He backed the boat away from the dock. Amanda leaned back in the seat, stretching her legs, enjoying the feel of the sun on her skin. The lake was empty, basically making it their own private sanctuary. While she seemed content to take in the scenery around the lakes edge, Mark’s gaze traveled up the length of her legs. Following the graceful line of her calves, up over her thighs, across her stomach to the swell of her breasts, he knew what the catch of the day was going to be. “Thanks for taking me out today,” Amanda said, interrupting his exploration of her. “You know what they say; any day on the lake is a good day. You didn’t have to twist my arm too hard to convince me to skip work this afternoon.” “I come out here a couple times a week but I’ve never actually been out on the water,” she said. “Are you sure taking off work wasn’t a problem?” “Hell no,” he said. “I needed to get away for a bit. We’re between projects right now, so it’s a good time and lake time makes me a much happier person for folks to be around.” After a short ride, he eased the boat into place after checking his fish finder. It should be a good afternoon of fishing. It was a great hole allowing them to fish towards the bank and the stumps in the water made a perfect nest for the fish. “We’re here,” he said. He watched as she leaned over, looking in her tackle box for the perfect lure. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the curve of her hips that peaked out from under the edge of those shorts. He’d love to feel those hips pressed against his cock as he pulled her against him. He wanted to grip them and lift her tight pussy to his mouth. “Well,” she asked? He shook his head as he realized she’d been talking to him. “Well what?” “I asked you which one do you think would work best here,” she said. “I bought some new lures and I don’t know which one will work best in this water.” She held up two for his inspection. The first was a long blue worm with a long swirly tail. The other was a bullet shaped jelly lure with wing like pieces. “What are those,” he asked. She held up the packages and blushed. “One is called the Ball Breaker and the other one is called the Kinky Beaver.” Mark laughed out loud. Who said fishing wasn’t sexy? Where else are you gonna find stuff with names like that without going to an adult toy store? “If I get to pick, you gotta go with the Kinky Beaver. You know no guy could turn that down.” She laughed. It was a deep throaty sound that made Mark’s cock twitch. He watched as she tied it to her line. She picked up the package and read. “It says the seductive fall of the lure can be twitched in an erratic motion that makes it hard for any fish to resist.” “I’d say any kinky beaver could twitch in a way that would make it hard for anyone to resist.” “Oh really? Any beaver would do?” “Well at the moment I’m thinking of one in particular. I’d like to see what makes it twitch.” She smiled as she moved to the side of the boat and cast her line. Letting it fall into place. Reeling slowly. Taking her time. Soon they were both casting and talking. Moving around each other on the boat. After half an hour, Mark reeled his line in. “Giving up so soon?” she asked. “No, just gonna change my lure.” “I’ve got just the thing you need to try,” she said as she reached into the box again. “Here’s the perfect one for you. It’s called the Skinny Dipper. Says the tail action drives fish wild!” “Tail action does have a way of driving ‘em crazy,” he said as he reached for the lure. As he tied it on, she reached for a new one for herself as well. “This one sounds so appealing. It’s says the ball breaker is a jelly worm that tapers down to a thick meaty head which keeps it securely in place and provides for maximum movement. I think I’m in love!!!” “Very funny,” he said. After a few casts, he felt her slip in behind him. Her arms came around his waist before traveling lower. She stroked him through his shorts. “Mmmm yes, I think thick and meaty are just the ticket.” She felt him get harder under her touch. “You know if you keep that up, there won’t be much fishing taking place.” “You know what they say about fishermen?” she asked as she gave his cock a squeeze. “No what?” “That a fisherman is a jerk on one end of the line, waiting for a jerk on the other. And from the feel of it, I think you’d rather I keep jerking.” He sat the rod down and turned around. “I really think I need to get a closer look to make sure that it fits the description.” Her hands were working the button on his shorts. He felt the zipper sliding down. Then he watched as she sank to her knees. Her hands were warm as they wrapped around his cock. She pulled him free of his boxers and licked her lips. “Yes, the head is full and I’d say the shaft it meaty. Now let’s see if it stays securely in place.” He felt her lips wrap around the head of his cock. He moaned as he felt her warm mouth covering him. Her mouth was stretched around him and she looked up at him with those green eyes. He watched as she slowly took him an inch at the time. Deep in her mouth until he felt his cock hit the back of her throat. Then her tongue flattened against the back of his shaft as she slid him back out again. Once, then twice, then again; she repeated the movement. Then she let him completely come out of her mouth. Only to tease the head of his cock with her tongue, swirling it around the tip over and over. Her right hand gripped his shaft while her left cupped his full balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. He reached around and grabbed her ponytail. Wrapping it around his hand until he pulled her right where he wanted. He grabbed his cock and tapped it against her lips. Enough with the teasing. “I’m going to fuck your mouth with my cock,” he said. “I want you to take it all. I want you to suck it until I shoot cum all down your throat.” She opened her mouth as he fed her his cock. He loved the feel of her mouth against his skin, all slick and wet and hot. Just like he knew her pussy would be later. He thrust in and out of her mouth. She could feel him swelling and the vein along the ridge of his cock throb against her tongue. He was so big and thick. He filled up her mouth. He held her just where he wanted her. She loved the slight pull on her hair. She tasted the saltiness of his cum. He was pumping in and out of her mouth. She gave his balls a squeeze as she relaxed her jaw, letting his cock scrape lightly against her teeth. That sensation made him even harder. She felt him moving faster and faster. Then she felt him tighten and he filled her mouth with cum. She tasted him as she swallowed every bit, milking him until she got the very last drop. She looked up at him with his cock still in her mouth and smiled. She released him and licked her lips. She stood up and he pulled her close, kissing her deep. “I think this might be the best fishing trip ever,” he said. “And it’s not even over yet.” She got back into her seat and picked up her rod and tossed the line over into the water again. They fished for another hour without any luck. Right as the sun was beginning to set, Amanda got a bite. She jumped up and moved towards the side of the boat. He watched her set the hook and start to work to get the fish to the boat. She gave it plenty of slack and then worked it closer. It must have been a nice size fish. It was putting up a fight. “It’s getting close,” she said. “I can’t wait to see it.” “Must be a good one,” he said. “I’ll get the net and be ready to scoop it.” She got it close to the boat and Mark used the net to help her get it in the boat. It was a nice size bass. He held it up for her to see. She took it from him and wanted a picture so everyone could see what she caught today. “You just want them to know you caught one and I didn’t,” he said jokingly. “I’m sure it’ll get turned around somehow and you’ll have let me catch it,” she said. “We all know fishing is all about the lies anyway. Let’s put it back since it’s the only one we got today.” She kneeled down beside him as he went to release the fish. As it touched the water, it slipped out of her hands. Then with a big swish of the tail the bass was gone and they were covered in water. Amanda sat back laughing. “Grab that bag,” she said. “There’s a towel in it.” He reached for it and they dried off. “Let’s head back in.” The four stroke motor made quick work getting back to the dock. They got all their gear together and he tied the boat up. The parking area was deserted. As they walked towards his truck she asked, “You in a hurry? I’ve got these sandwiches and drinks. We can have a picnic for supper if you want.” “Sounds great.” But what he really wanted to feast on was her. He flipped the tailgate down on his truck and she hopped up onto it. Before she could dig out the sandwiches and bottles of water, he had wedged his body between her legs. His hands were all over her. “These tits have been begging to be touched all afternoon,” he said before slipping his hands under her tank top. He pushed her bra out of the way exposing a hard nipple. He pinched it between his thumb and finger. He heard her soft moan. Then he replaced his fingers with his mouth. Sucking on her. Teasing her with his tongue, flicking it right across those rigid peaks before biting down. “Who’s doing the catching now?” she asked. “And this isn’t catch and release sweetheart,” he said. He pulled the tank over her head and reached around to unhook her bra. She leaned back on her elbows. His mouth left a hot trail across her body starting at the side of her neck and moving lower down to her stomach until he had her panting for more. “I think those shorts have to go,” he said. He unbuttoned them and she heard the click, click, click of the zipper being pulled down. She lifted her hips as he worked the tight denim over her hips. Her panties came off with the shorts. “Now there’s something I really want to eat,” he said. His hands pushed her back onto the bed of the truck. His fingers teasing her. Spreading her as one slipped inside. He slipped his finger out and sucked in the taste of her. He wanted more. His mouth was on her pussy. His tongue dipping in and out of her. Long slow licks. Teasing. Tasting. Nipping at her lips. His thumb settling in on her clit. Thumbing. Driving her right to the edge as he feasted on her. “Damn you taste good,” he said. “And I bet you are going to feel even better.” He pulled her hips to the edge of the tailgate and pushed her legs apart so that he was standing between them. “Don’t stop now,” she said. He watched as her hand moved down her stomach. Picking up where he’d left off. He watched as she stroked herself. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened slightly. He placed his hand on top of hers; feeling her exact movements. He grabbed her hands and pulled them together, holding them with his right hand. “When you cum, it’s going to be because of me,” he said. That left his left hand free to roam all over her body. He was going to find all of her sensitive places. The side of her neck, her collarbone, the underside of her breast and that spot right below her belly button – nowhere would go untouched. She was squirming under his touch. He moved lower. He flattened his tongue and ran the last little bit from her stomach to her pussy. Her moan was the only sound in the evening. She propped her foot up on the tailgate, allowing herself to open wide for him. He buried his face in her folds. Lapping at her lips, tasting her sweetness. He pulled one of her swollen lips into his mouth. Tugging slightly as his fingers surged inside her. She was so slick and so wet. Licking and sucking, he didn’t want to waste a drop of her juice. He added another finger while he sucked hard on her clit. Pumping in and out, finding that sweet spot that drove her crazy. He crocked his finger just so that it would graze across that bundle of nerves deep inside her. He hips lifted off the tailgate as she pressed herself against his face, driving his fingers deeper still. He grabbed her ass, pulling her close. He unfastened his shorts and let them drop to the ground. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down her pussy. Coating himself with her. She propped up on her elbows so she could watch what he was doing. She couldn’t take her eyes off of his cock. She wanted to see it sink deep inside her. He slammed it in with one long hard thrust. His balls slapped against her ass as she took his full length. He gripped her ass, holding tight as he pumped inside her over and over. Hard and fast – just like she liked. He loved how tight she felt. He watched her face. He could see when her eyes drifted shut that she was almost there. Then he felt her pussy clench and spasm around his cock. That pushed him over the edge. He let loose and filled her with his load. When they both caught their breath, he helped her sit up and grabbed her clothes. They dressed, enjoyed their picnic and sat in the early evening. “Wetting your worm took on a whole new meaning today,” he said, as he pulled her against him.