Author's Note: The woman that I wrote this for really loved it; but I'm sure that's because she can see herself in it. I have spent years reading Literotica stories, but this is my first attempt at one myself. All honest feedback is appreciated - I have a really thick skin!
There was another pause in the conversation after my question, which was not at all like her. It could have been the time - it had been pretty late, and she was coming off of a really long week and taking some time for relaxation. She was normally great in conversation, always giggling and making funny comments with her rich voice and punctuating points with her trademark comments, but tonight it sounded as if she was listening to me rant on and on about one thing and then another. She was obviously distracted tonight, and I was dying to find out why.
"Ohhhhh, I'm...I'm here," she said in a distressed voice that sounded a lot like she was stifling a moan, "Sorry, I was a little..."
"Distracted?" I leaned on the gas pedal and moved into the left lane to get around some slower moving traffic. "Just what are you doing over there, girl?"
"Boy, mmmmmmm" she moaned in a sultry voice that I had never heard, "I don't think you want to know what I'm doing right now, baby."
"Girl, you know I'm a dangerous man to tease," I half-joked as I swooped into the right lane and started rolling down I-95 towards downtown in earnest. She knew that her sexy voice featured prominently in a few fantasies of mine, and she was using it on purpose to get to me.
"I'm not teasing you, boy," she said between her short breaths. "You asked the question; can you handle the answer?"
"You know that I don't ask questions that I don't want the answer to, B." I paused for a second before I said the next thing that was burning on my mind. "Besides, if you are doing what I
think
you are, can I watch?"
"Harbor Court room 1115," she said quickly. "And don't keep a woman waiting."
"Oh, I won't, girl," I said as I glanced down at the speedometer. I was pushing 90 down the road and showing no signs of slowing down as I took the exit for I-395 into the city. "I definitely won't. Just be ready for me." The phone hung up as I whipped around the corner and stopped briefly at the next traffic light before making a right turn. My heart and libido were racing; this was a line that we had never crossed. We weren't lovers; we were simply good friends that had a common bond and a simmering attraction for one another. We shared some intense conversations in the past, lots of intense hugs, and a short, sensual kiss on her birthday, but nothing more than that.
I also had no idea what to expect. Was she alone in the room? Was she putting me on? Did she just invite me to watch her pleasure herself?
Could I handle it?
Before I knew it, I was strolling through the lobby with confidence and pushing the 11th floor button on the elevator. I got my bearings and walked slowly down the hall towards room 1115. I stood at the point of no return and gathered my nerves for a moment before finally knocking on her room door, trying to prepare myself for what I was going to see.
The door opened and I stepped into the dimly lit room to the sounds of smooth R&B. I glanced quickly around the immaculately decorated suite only to settle on her, sitting on a king-sized bed in a white terry cloth robe that was tied at the waist. I alternated looking at her thick legs and her ample breasts as they strained against the fabric, and when I looked up into her captivating eyes, she had an amused grin on her face.
She slowly stood and pulled apart the belt of her robe to reveal her outfit. She was wearing a red mesh babydoll outfit with lace bra cups and flowing, see-through mesh surrounding her sheer thong panties. I could see her wide areola and long, hard nipples straining against the fabric underneath. Her smooth, thick brown thighs tapered to two strong calves that looked like they belonged either locked around my waist or sitting on my shoulders.
And the red slippers were the final touch. The stiletto heels might not have technically been come-fuck-me high, but the way that they topped off the look sent the same message. I always thought that she was sexy and thick, but I wasn't ready for this vision of a woman.
"So what do you think, boy?" My bravado was completely gone and I was absolutely speechless. She saw the look on my face and that amused grin turned into a smirk.
"I figured that I would just throw something on for you that I thought you might like. I take it from your silence that you like it?" I simply nodded my approval; she was sexy enough to turn a gay man straight.
"What's wrong," she said as she slowly walked towards me, "Cat got your tongue?" She stopped a few inches from my frozen body and reached up around my neck with both hands and pulled me down towards her. I bent over and kissed her softly, sucking on her lips before diving into the kiss in earnest. Time stopped and the world went away for the 30 seconds or so that we kissed, and when we finally broke, she put her finger across my pursed lips before I could say a word.
"Sssssh, Chocolate. You're not here to talk; you are here to watch. Can you handle that?" I nodded slowly, sucking on the width of her finger and flicking it with my tongue. "Are you sure that you want this?" She was the one that moaned this time, rotating her finger and pushing it into my mouth so I could suck on it. As she pulled it back, she pointed it to a chair that was next to the middle of the bed.
As I sat down in the chair, she sat on the bed, laid back, and began to rub her hands up her luscious thighs. I squirmed as she traced her fingers up the inside of her thighs and trace the inside of her panties. She pulled them tight until the outline of her moist lips could be seen, and she slipped her index finger beneath her panties and moaned as she entered her sweetness.
"Baby, do you know how many times I came home after a workout and did this because of you?" She bent her knees at the perfect angle so that I could watch her hips rise to meet her finger as it moved underneath her panties. "I was always turned on by the way that you watched me from across the gym, and I know that you wanted me."
"What you never knew is how much I wanted you; and now I'm about to show you what you do to me."
She reluctantly removed her finger from beneath her panties and sucked all of her juices off of it, looking me in the eye while she rotated it around. She then reached underneath her mesh babydoll and slowly pulled her panties over her hips and down her legs, tossing them aside so that I had perfect access to the action.
She had large and thick lips which were covered with her natural moisture. She was not completely shaven; she had sparse hair surrounding her hood that barely hid a clitoris that had to be as thick as my ring finger. I stared intently at it as watched her rub her split fingers across her wet lips and around her hood, occasionally pulling it up so that her clitoris was exposed.
"Sometimes, when we would talk at night, I would lay in bed and just stroke myself to the rhythm of your voice," she purred as I watched one and then two of her fingers disappear up to the second knuckle inside of her treasure as she ground her thumb across her clit. She giggled and moaned softly - a sound that I heard before, but now in the proper context it had a completely different meaning. "You have no idea how many times I satisfied myself with fingers that I wish were yours. But sometimes, I need some extra help."
She pulled her wet fingers out and reached across her body to her free hand, which was holding a solid brass-colored dildo that looked around six or seven inches long with a black base. She twisted the base and I could hear a faint hum as it sprung into action in her hands. She moved it down between her legs and jumped instantly as its vibrating tip reached her clit. Her moans were more pronounced as she rubbed it all around her hood, her clit standing up freely like a flower in bloom. She used her other hand to part her caramel lips as she guided the dildo inside of her, gasping and moaning in earnest as it slowly sunk inside of her, inch after inch.
She then pulled it slowly out and started to increase her strokes, staring intently into my eyes as she fucked herself with a dick that she wishes was mine. Her face started to contort as I sat on the edge of the chair and licked my lips at the sight of her hips rising to match her downward strokes. My dick started to throb in my pants as I watched her eyes close in rapture as she became lost in the stroking. The room was filled with the scent of her arousal and the sound of her moaning and talking as she rushed headlong towards her pleasure.
I couldn't take it anymore.
