The Next Level

It had been almost four days since I had seen Melissa. Well, I see her every day at work pretty much which makes the not seeing her outside of work harder. Nobody at work knew we were dating for sure but once two people are intimate with each other the vibe between them immediately changes. The more observant among us at work were bound to suspect eventually. Not a big deal but we wanted to keep it a secret for as long as we could. Truth is Melissa was one of the most attractive women at work and the bragging side of me wouldn't mind if a couple of my work buddies found out. Not to mention some of the female co-workers. I find that guys become more attractive if word around the female campfire is that you're good in bed. But I was getting ahead of myself. One thing at a time.

Things were busy at work and that was to my advantage. Time flew by but also seemed to slow to a crawl when I thought about how much I desired her. It was always the same process. A memory of being with her would suddenly appear in the front of mind demanding my attention. I would stop working, reflect, feel the beginnings of frustration, and the she would walk by my door. Almost as if on cue. One second I'm working at my desk and the next I'm in bed on my back and she's on top of me, grinding away. The memories are always so clear. Our faces are close and I can feel her hot breath on me while she pants, her hair draped around my face. I always take mental Polaroid's of visions that I find particularly hot during sex. It would seem my mind liked to show them to me at inopportune moments. Great.

Needless to say this made it hard to concentrate at times. Luckily Melissa worked in another department. Her office was not that far from mine however and if she had an opportunity to stroll by my doorway she always took it. Before we started seeing each other we played the normal games of ignoring each other while trying to catch the other noticing. This in addition to the tone of voice we used with each other when we started working together made it obvious that we clicked and were interested in each other. The tone we used was a more natural, talking-to-a-good-friend kind of tone instead of the proper talking-to-a-co worker tone. We just felt comfortable around one another right away but both of us were initially shy about expressing interest.

The physical attraction was there right away as well. She was a beautiful woman. Full figured but in shape with beautiful brown hair. Her face was naturally beautiful and didn't wear much make-up, which I preferred. I thought she was stunning really and that always gave her an upper-hand in my mind. I knew she was attracted to me as well but always felt that I was more into her. We had been fucking for 4 months now and I couldn't be happier. Or so I thought.

Sex was routinely great for us. I made it a point to satisfy her often by finding out exactly what she liked and spoiling her. She in turn spoiled me but it didn't take much effort because I loved being with her in any capacity sexually. We never got rough or anything outside of me pinning her down sometimes while we fucked and pounding away instead of slowly grinding. She seemed to like it and I only did it occasionally but other than that one might even think our sex was almost generic, which was fine by me. It was still sex with a beautiful woman. I never thought she wanted to try anything else.

Until today.

Today I get an email that brought my day to a screeching halt. I saw her this past Saturday night and it was Thursday already. We had both been busy at work and caught up on the phone Tuesday night. I was beginning to wonder when I would see her again. Well, now I knew.

Hey there.

Are you doing anything tonight? If not, I have a surprise for you. Remember our discussion about going to that sex shop? Well Liz asked me to go with her last night to buy a gift for her friend and I ended up buying something! Can you come over?

Let me know. Of course if you're busy I understand = )

Me

My eyes widened and my mouth opened. We

did

have a casual discussion about sex shops recently. Had we ever been to one, what would we get if we went together, that kind of thing. Had she actually gone to one and bought something? What was it? My curiosity was flooded with all kinds of questions and I immediately began feeling nervous. Not only because of the nature of the email but the fact that it was at work. I nervously looked around (as if anyone could see what was on my monitor, please) but nonetheless I was caught off guard. And she was being brave. Taking chances. She went with..Liz? Did that mean something? Liz was a long time friend and I even asked if she would ever mess around with her. She said she didn't see her like that. The whole thing hit me fast and hard and at that moment she walked by my door. She had a short brown skirt on and matching jacket. The sound of her high heels almost reverberated as she walked by. I could have sworn time slowed down for it. Her long legs leading up to that thin waist and her full breasts. Long hair down to her shoulders. I was entranced by the moment. I couldn't. Move.

Then all at once time restored and reality hit. It was then that I noticed.

I had a throbbing hard-on. I was on fire for her.

The wait until days end was torturous.

* * * * *

Day's end did manage to come though and I went home and focused on keeping busy. I put on music and cleaned up a bit. However I never fully distracted myself, I was temporarily obsessed with our planned rendezvous. I couldn't stop pondering and imagining the different ways I was going to fuck her. I was already horny since it had been four days and I try not to masturbate when I'm getting laid regularly so to say I was pent up was an understatement. I was driving myself crazy and the fact that it was self-induced made it worse. All she did was drop me an email for Christ's sake. Planted a seed and I'm going nuts. I checked the clock every fifteen minutes or so and the evening crept by. I did call her when I got home to narrow down a time and maybe get some more info on her "purchase". She said anytime after 9pm was OK. I even tried to guess what she bought and just kept getting the default answer of "You'll see." I was going to see all right. I started getting

that

kind of attitude. The evil villain-rubbing-his-hands-together-with-the-evil-laugh attitude. You bet your tight little ass I was going to see.

So. Anytime after nine. Despite my eagerness I managed to not show up right at nine, but around 9:15. On the way to her place I came to some conclusions about how I was going to handle the evening:

We had discussions in the past about what she liked in bed control wise. She told me she liked being taken. She liked being told what to do but I never really tried too much of that with her. I gave the occasional order of switching positions maybe but was always afraid of bossing her around for some reason. I was being inhibited and decided that tonight I was going to take a leap of faith.

That's what it is really because in my experience you never know with some women. One second you're getting a great blow-job and you say "Faster". The next second she stops and gets an attitude because you gave an order, gets pissed, whatever. All at once it became crystal clear to me that I was not tapping into our full sexual potential. I sensed I had more leeway than I was using and decided to push myself, to push

us

in a new direction. But that meant taking control. That meant telling her what to do. That meant not being afraid of anything. Being firm. She had taken a chance and went to a place where maybe she wasn't 100% comfortable and even bought something. I was going to match her effort with mine. I was going to take her, and fuck her properly.

So there I sat in the car in front of her building. My stomach was a hair nervous and I felt very determined overall. I got out of the car, a man on a mission. Nothing motivates a man like sex and the dinner bell had been rung. There was purpose in my steps. I walked up to her door and knocked.

I heard footsteps and felt my heart beat harder. Point of no return.

She answered the door with a friendly "Hi!" I immediately looked at what she was wearing. It was the same skirt from work, but her jacket was off. She had a white blouse on. She looked hot and my desire escalated from the visual bite I took.

"Hey there." I said. She immediately turned around and walked towards the kitchen in the next room.

"I was going to pour a couple of drinks." She said on the way. I followed her with no response.

She walked into the kitchen and began to open the refrigerator.

"God you should have seen today, I.." she began.

I quickly grabbed her arm from the door and yanked her towards me. I immediately wrapped the other arm around her waist, pulled her close and put my hand in hers, weaving our fingers together. Our eyes met and she had a confused, startled look on her face.

I moved my arm from her waist up to the back of her head, under her hair and squeezed both hands a bit. I held her there for a brief second, gauging her reaction. She was looking at me for answers. I decided to answer her by not saying anything. My expression would say it all. It was a semi-stern matter-of-fact expression. I watched her read me but then pulled her slightly closer to me to answer her further.

As our faces got closer her expression changed slightly. She knew what I was doing but didn't seem entirely

sure

about it. I brought her face close to mine but did not kiss her, instead held her there. I moved my hand from behind her head and touched her face with the back of it. Touching her face really turned me on, she had great skin. I pulled her closer as if to kiss her and she continued in with momentum of her own but I squeezed her hand and stopped her. Her breath stopped for a second and opened her mouth slightly. I opened mine as much and moved in closer, still squeezing her hand.

We had discussions in the past about the power of kissing. Just how amazingly

hot

it can be. We shared the same taste for French kissing and slow teasing kind of kisses. We would have marathon power make out sessions like high school kids. We complemented each others kissing styles and tastes and agreed on just how powerful kissing can be. I was using that power now.

Our mouths open, I moved in and grazed her mouth with mine. Then again, this time I felt her relax a bit in my arms. Eyes still locked, I for the first time felt like I was controlling her, leading the dance. I moved in and kissed her firmly. A soft moan escaped her and before I got lost in the kiss a large feeling of validation and relief filled me. Hopefully the whole night would reward my risks as well as this ice-breaker had.

We stood in the kitchen making out the way only we can. We kissed deep, our tongues lightly grazing, or sometimes firmly wrestling in each others mouth. I moved my hand to the back of her head, at its base by her neck and held her firm. I could feel her breathing strongly on my face as she got more and more excited. We kissed a bit then I pulled her back and we would lock eyes, observing this powerful thing we were doing. I felt the resistance of her head pulling towards me but I pulled her hair slightly and held her. Then immediately I let go and we began again, unable to resist partaking further. We were quiet helpless at this point. We continued like this for a little while, catching up from the days past without it.

I let go of her hand and put mine on her hip. I moved it down to the bottom of her skirt and lifted it up, placing my hand on the back of her thigh. While we kissed I slowly moved it up to her ass. She had an amazing ass. It was extremely round and I always enjoyed watching her walk away from the bed to the bathroom after sex, it was a sight of beauty.

Once I reached it another small moan escaped her. Her skin felt smooth and the sensation pushed me over to a full fledged hard-on. I caressed and squeezed lightly, then put my finger under her g-string and trailed in down between her firm cheeks and between her legs.

Our faces parted and I began kissing her neck. We had full momentum at this point. I was being careful with my hand between her legs, I wasn't actually

touching

her yet, it was just there. Feeling the difference in heat and......

Wetness. She was soaked down there.

She always told me that she got extremely wet with me. Almost overly-wet. I Loved the stuff. It had multiple purposes and I was never afraid to get creative with it. Sometimes she would touch herself and feed it to me. It turned me on immensely. After all, it was proof that she was getting turned on too.

I put my fingers on the outside of her lips, immediately feeling the hot glaze on them. I was licking her neck a little but mostly kissing it. She was breathing heavily, almost pouting. I inched my index finger to her opening, grazing it but not entering. I caressed it around a bit, letting her know I was there. Just then I stopped kissing her neck, pulled her away from me slightly and slipped the tip of my finger inside her. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was slightly open. She looked so sexy I wanted to kiss her more but I held. Our eyes locked again and I kept my finger right where it was. One hand holding her hair, the other inside of her. She looked helpless.

Holding her there, it seemed time froze for a moment. Our eyes locked. Then all at once I pulled my finger out, my hand away, and let go of her hair. She was free and standing in a daze, almost teetering. I put the finger in my mouth and raised my eye-brows slightly while looking at her. The sound of our mild panting and the fridge open still was all that could be heard. After a few seconds we gained composure and then she looked down, between my legs.

I had a throbbing hard-on that was obviously pushing outward from my pants. She reached out and wrapped her hand around it. She squeezed a bit and felt how hard I was, gazing at it with intent. She turned around and walked down the hall, to the bedroom. I followed, watching her ass all the way.

We got to the bedroom and stood next to the bed. We stood close, and I began unbuttoning her shirt. As I did she leaned in and kissed me. I held one of my shoes down with the other and pulled my foot out of it, then removed the other in the same way. She unbuttoned my pants, and undid my zipper. Her shirt was open now and I looked at her breasts, draped in her 36D white bra. I pulled my pants down past my hips and as soon as they fell free I removed her shirt and unhooked her bra. They fell to the floor. We were kissing deep now, undressing only somewhat because we were unable to stop. I stepped out of my pants and reached for the back of her skirt.

She grabbed my cock on top of my underpants and reached up around my neck with her other hand as I unzipped slowly. Her skirt fell, draped around her feet. I grabbed her panties by the sides and forcefully yanked them down her legs. Her breath quickened as I did and she paused, and then pulled my underpants down as well. I stepped out of them and placed my hand between her legs, on her clit. It was covered in her glaze. She wrapped her hand around my throbbing cock.

We stood there, naked. Looking into each others eyes. Standing in a state of desire and arousal, she stroked gently and I rubbed softly. We were on fire for each other and we basked in the anticipation. This is what great sex was all about.

After a moment she stopped and reached over to the bed-side table drawer. From it she took out a mask and a pair of handcuffs which she had purchased at the sex shop. The mask was the kind people wore to sleep, with no eye holes. This was a reminder to me what my goal here was this evening: Taking control. She wanted to play with handcuffs? Fine. She wanted to be blindfolded? Fine. This in conjunction with the success in the kitchen gave me more confidence in what I was doing. I took control.

"Give me the mask" I ordered.

She handed it to me and I slowly wrapped the elastic string around her hair and placed the mask over her eyes.

Now I had never used a mask before but as soon as she had it on, I was taken by it. She had no idea what I was doing, and her sense of touch would be slightly elevated. Not to mention how hot she looked in the thing. It really turned me on. All of the sudden I felt empowered by this woman standing in front of me blind folded, waiting for

me

to tell her what to do next. I felt like I had free reign over her.

I decided to use it.

I leaned in close; put my face next to hers. Her cheek on mine, I rubbed her clit a little more. She breathed deep.

"Get on your knees." I told her.

I honestly had no idea how she was going to react but my leap of faith had worked. She immediately lowered herself on to one knee, then the other, clasping my hand for leverage.

She looked amazing. On her knees, blind folded she awaited. I was going nuts inside but kept my cool. I stepped closer to her, and spread my stance slightly. I moved my cock towards her face. Now, she couldn't see it coming so she didn't react. I grazed her cheek with it ever so gently and her mouth opened a bit, almost teasingly. Her face looked gorgeous and my cock was throbbing next to it. I brushed her cheek again and she opened her mouth and reached up with her hand.

"No hands." I said.

She paused, then lowered her hand and I continued lightly brushing her cheek with my hardness. I then touched her mouth with my index finger and she opened it a bit. I put my finger in her mouth and she eagerly took it in. She was sucking and I touched the outside of her mouth with the head of my cock while she sucked my finger. She moved her head towards my cock, trying for it but I pushed my finger in, keeping her focusing on it. I continued brushing against her mouth with my cock but never allowing her to take it in, only my finger.

I took one of my mental Polaroids at this point obviously.

I could take no more. I needed to feel her mouth on me. I pulled my finger out and put my hand on top of her head. I placed the tip of my cock on her mouth and guided it in slowly. I was taken by the sudden rush of warmth and wetness surrounding my sensitive member. I left it there for a second and she began gliding up and down on it slowly. She reached up with her hand but then lowered it again, almost forgetting. The no hands rule had forced her to hold my cock with her mouth or find it again blindly with her tongue. Her movements were ones I had not seen before. They were incredibly sexy. She would reach with her tongue and lick, and then move her head over it and go down.

I pushed on the top of her head a bit, not forcing but just communicating to hold still. I began gyrating slowly, fucking her mouth essentially. I realized again that she couldn't see me. It was an unusual kind of freedom that I started to really enjoy. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back a little, opened my legs a bit more and continued to move in and out of her warm mouth.

I looked down at her. Her hands were relaxed and she seemed OK. It was important to me to not make her uncomfortable. That wouldn't turn me on I don't think (or so I thought at the moment, more on that later). I touched her cheek with the back of my hand while slowly pushing in deeper. Her mouth opened wider to take it all in. I did this a few more times and pulled out entirely. I stood and watched her for a second. Whenever activity stopped there was a unique feeling in the room because she had no idea what I was doing. It was a game of trust really.

"Reach with your tongue." I said.

She did. Tongue extended I brushed up against it. She moved her head in, licking the shaft from the bottom to the head, and then went all the way down again. I let out my first moan of the night as she took me in deep. The head pushed against the back of her throat and she kept it there. My cock pulsated with my heartbeat. I could feel it. This while being surrounded by warm wetness, and wrapped in an amazingly sexy vision of her. It felt amazing.