We ate pancakes. And discussed things that needed to be done outside my one bedroom den of iniquity on the outskirts of Kansas City. There were things that we could do, or I could just recline in the lap of sexual luxury all day.
I decided that all encounters that day, and there would be encounters, would take him by totally surprise. So, at my urging, we set out to the local bookstore for research into our first foray into vacationing. I have to give the man a little recovery time, right?
The plan was that Jack was going to research our 'getaway', and I was going to peruse the rest of the store, avoiding the travel section. So, being the kind of person I am, I headed for the philosophy section and became engrossed in a book on pagan rituals. I was reading a very arousing section about ritualistic sexual practices, and yes I really do have that strong a libido, when a familiar hand pressed the pleats of my skirt flat against my well tended ass. I pretended not to notice, and casually said, "Please Sir, unhand me!", Jack relinquished his hold on my testicle trampoline, pulled my fiery locks away from my ear and whispered "I can't get the thought of my dried cum all over you out of my head! I've got to have you, right now! Please baby, give me some of your sweet pussy!"
My eyes flicked around as he whispered, and I found what I needed. I pulled Jack along to a deserted corner of the store and told him "Get in the bathroom, now, and you better be TOTALLY naked when I come in!" His eyes grew wide and he disappeared behind the door untucking his shirt as he went. I gave him a good 30 seconds and opened the door, to find my cock star standing there completely naked, with the biggest grin on his face that you have ever seen. I stepped through the door and closed it. Turning the lock, I eyed his sexual exclamation point, and I switched off the lights.
"Hey!" Jack protested.
"Shut up, it's my day, this is how I want it, and this is how I'm gonna have it!" as I pulled my thong off from under my skirt and stuffed it into my purse just before I flung it to the ground. I found him standing just where I thought he would be. I turned around, rubbed my tail feathers against his slab of highly responsive meat and voiced my second wish aloud "Bend me over, pull up my skirt, and fuck me with all you've got!"
His hands were right on target as he yanked up the hem of my skirt, but he hesitated slightly when he went to grab my panties. "You sexy little minx!" drifted through the darkness to my ears as his familiar bigheaded cock found the gate to its waiting playground with the precision learned from its many forays into my dewy garden, I secretly grinned at his surprise in discovering me unclad and already primed for him.
I gasped with distinct pleasure as he took me. His hands were firmly grasping my hips as I released all control to my man and his need. My only proactive move was a slight angle adjustment of my pelvis that assured him unhindered access to my well trimmed snatch, and the juicy sugar basin it covered. I let him set the pace, I let him choose the depth, my flesh was the means by which he would achieve his needed release, and I needed to give it to him. Everything else in the world was blocked from my senses save the feel of his firm hands on my hips and that of his marauding, pillaging cock as it plundered my yielding flesh. I submitted, I took every thrust, every tug of my flared hips, every withdrawal, every impact of his sperm generating balls against my flattened bush, without a sound, without resistance, and without hesitation. He plowed, he thrusted, he firmly yanked me backwards, impaling me on his throbbing tool. Inside I moaned, inside I screamed out his name, inside I begged him to drive me another seven inches closer to the precipice that was the tumbling fall into oblivion that he was so very good at plunging me into. There in the darkness of my favorite corner bookstore's bathroom, I accepted that orgasmic fall as my lover served it to me, hot and throbbing, with the peace of utter surrender. I allowed it to wash over me, envelope me, suffocate me, and then breathe the breath of life back into me.
As the muscles of my pocket locked into place, savoring the moment and forming a slightly less yielding surface to stimulate his engorged penis, Jack quickened his breakneck pace. His grip tightened, and his thrust deepened to a point that it seemed if he came in me that deep I'd have to swallow before I could thank him. Then suddenly, Jack slowed to a snail's pace, pushing into me and pulling out of my quivering cunt VERY slowly. He was driving me absolutely fucking crazy. I was about to open my mouth and croon out a low raspy moan when he ground to a complete stop. All that remained inside of me was the helmet his soldier wore. He stopped breathing and he quietly filled me full of his sizzling cream. His lack of movement made sure I felt every spurt, every shot, every drop of his orgasm as it seemed to fill my throbbing vagina, and then to course throughout my body, warming me to the feverish temperature of his lusty abandon.
When he released my hips, I pulled away, spun and knelt quickly and with all the gentleness I could muster in my spasmodic longing, I cleaned 'us' from his flagging pole with my tongue, trying hard not to let anything but my lips and tongue touch him. When I had satiated my hunger with every remaining drop of our mutual orgasm, I pulled back, and said, "Now I'm as full of your cum as I am covered by it, come out when you catch your breath." I stood up and left the bathroom and my spent man, without turning on the light.
When he finally emerged from the 'love cave' as we later dubbed it, Jack was put together and seemed ready to go. Though it took him 10 minutes to 'collect' himself. As he walked past me he groped my ass, so I turned to him and said, in as conversational a voice as I could muster, "Excuse me, Sir?", and Jack turned to look at me.
"Yes?"
"Thanks for the fuck, I was wondering where I would find a decent one in this lame ass town!", and casually went back to my browsing. It took him a moment, but what a comeback!
He paid the cashier $20.00 to let him use the store PA system. And announced to the world "Your welcome, anytime you want another go, you know where to find me!" We snickered the rest of the day about the look on the clerks face.
As we settled back into his car, Jack said, "That was fucking incredible! I don't wanna know where you learned to behave like that!" He looked at me out of the corner of his eye and I knew that he wanted me to volunteer the information.
"You know all about my past and you know very well how I learned to 'behave like that'" I said, "I've heard no complaining! There are times that I don't care what it takes, I don't care where we are, I find myself thinking about you, your cock, your animalistic instinct, and I want it, I want it all. Sometimes I need to make-out and spoon, ease gently into slow passionate love making that can take all night to satisfy our urges, and there are other times that I want you throw me on the bed and plow my ass like a rutting boar. When that happens, I want to give in to those animalistic instincts and enjoy the rutting boar for what it is, fucking without having to think, being fucked by YOUR cock that has no agenda other than you using me for your own personal sperm bank. No 'I love you's', no 'Baby, Baby', just use me to get your rocks off, while I use you to do the same. I promise that if your cock is inside of me, it will be good for me, and I'll know when you just need a nut, and I'll do my ever-loving' best to see to it that you fill me full. I've read the original design plans for the female genitalia, and it was designed to find pleasure in the same types of sexual activities that the male genitalia was, just from the opposite point of view. Your penis finds being inside a vagina pleasurable, my vagina finds that having a penis inside it is just as pleasurable. You don't have to do anything other than what you desire to please me. There will be times when all I want is to drink your load like a cheap beer, and when that's what I want I expect you to open the tap and quench my thirst, do you think that you could find that pleasurable?. There will also be times when I meet you at the door after work and declare "Fuck me hard, right now!" Do you think that would just be a service call for you, or do you think that you might find a little satisfaction in me demanding to be dominated and then enjoying every strong manly stroke you can manage."
I didn't have to wait long for his reply, "I would most definitely enjoy every moment of it all. You are very different than any woman I've ever known. And I want to spend my entire life knowing you, as well as two people can know each other."
Near the top of the Half-dome trial, is a lovely secluded outcropping of rock that served as our final pit stop before the final leg of the climb. I leaned back against Jack, in the lea of the stone and we talked about things that had been intruding in our lives. The horrendous pace of his burgeoning practice, staffing problems, his mothers insistence that I start pumping out mini-hers (never gonna happen), when Jack asked "You ready?"
"Is there anything that I've ever not been ready for? Like the time you hired the stripper for my birthday, and told her I was your lesbian sister, and was looking for a really good time!", eyebrows raised.