Hi there! For those of you who were expecting to hear more from Jim, it's me, Donna! I'm picking up this story where he left off. He gave me his login for this site and told me I could add whatever I want. Tee hee!
The editors at Literotica were nice enough to let me replace Jim's first few chapters with my updated versions. He's a good writer, and I got almost as hot reading his stories as I did living them, but he thing is, Jim was being too humble about is his equipment.
My play husband, you see, has an amazing and talented penis. His member is longer and thicker than any I've ever seen or felt. He gets so hard that his immense tool even hurts a little in the beginning. But once he's in, OMG, nothing feels better.
I amended Jim's writing to better describe the beautiful instrument between his legs and the tender yet forceful way he wields it. References to its size and power in previous chapters are my own contributions, thank you very much.
Now, before I pick up where he left off on Part 3, a recap from my perspective...
The summer night we met started with a lot of fear and anxiety on my part, especially when that buffoon in the bar started harassing me. Jim surprised me when he stepped in to protect me. At first, I thought he was part of Security, but it turns out he was just a concerned citizen.
He wasn't the kind of guy to just stand there and watch a vulnerable woman be accosted by some brute. When he got rid of that scumbag, I immediately felt more at ease and, unexpectedly, the initial stirrings of attraction. He made me feel safe and secure in that crazy bar where my nephew's band was playing.
When I reluctantly let him lift me up to get a better view of the stage, I was impressed by his strength. Then, when I felt the bulge of his impressive member under my toes as I stood atop his thighs, I grew a little nervous. Part of me was scared, but part of me was intrigued.
When he set me down, I was not expecting the crazy thoughts about this man that flooded my brain. I was fascinated, felt curious and a more than a little damp between my legs.
'Who was this guy?' I thought. 'What would it be like to be kissed by him? What's happening to me?'
A little bit later, when I learned what a great kisser he was during our tequila shot, I grew more excited and felt more alive, and with those feelings, more daring. Right there in the crowded bar, I kissed him and began to massage his crotch. Stroking his member through his pants and feeling it grow at my touch, I started to fantasize about what it would be like to suck on it, maybe even feel it inside me.
Something about his aroma when I nuzzled his neck seemed vaguely familiar and comforting, as if I had loved him in a past life. Ignoring my own inner protests and better judgement, I agreed to leave the place with him once I had said goodbye to my nephew. I wanted to know this mysterious man better and hopefully feel his manhood with my own two hands. I don't know why, but all I wanted to do at that moment was to touch him and feel his hardness.
On my way back from the stage after I had said goodbye to my nephew, I felt a thrill when I saw him waiting by the bar, watching for me. I wanted to fly into his arms, but the place was too packed. I worked my way toward him through the crowd while his captivating eyes drew me to him.
Then, so quickly, a scuffle arose in the space between us. It was that same asshole he had chased away earlier, now starting trouble with someone else! When Jim stepped in with lightning speed and neutralized the jerk, I felt the undeniable need for his protection and to learn more about this mysterious and impressive man. I also sensed an increasing and undeniable wetness down below.
When we slugged down a second shot of tequila that the bartender gave us on the house after Jim broke up the fight, we kissed again, and he called me "Baby." After that, I was putty in his hands and dripping wet with desire.
At that point, the only thing I wanted was to be his Baby that night. I would have followed him anywhere in that moment and the feeling of freedom when we found ourselves alone together on the street was liberating. As we walked along, I clung tightly to his arm and surprised myself that all I could think about was how his fully erect penis would feel in my hands, in my mouth, and maybe even inside my pussy.
Once we were in the jazz club, it felt like the stars fell into alignment. The atmosphere was cozy, the band played smoothly, and the place was not crowded. The best part was that the tables were draped with floor length tablecloths. As we kissed and I caressed his girth under the table, I felt his warm bulge throb in my hand, and decided to do something I never would I have considered before that night.
It seemed like l was a different person, watching myself from a distance, when I slipped below the table and crawled between his legs. There in the dim light, I lowered his shorts to expose his impressive manhood. It pulsed inches from my lips. His swollen head throbbed before my eyes, calling to me. The aroma of his cock was intoxicating and increased my resolve to take him into my mouth.
I reached out with trembling hands and pointed the large bulbous head toward my face, wondering for a moment if I could actually fit him into my mouth. My salivary glands kicked into high gear, and I think I drooled as I reached out with my tongue to lick his pulsing head.
I lightly nuzzled his large knob and kissed his outstretched rod all over. I reveled in the soft skin covering his hardness. I explored his length with my tongue and felt him grow large within my hands that seemed small when wrapped around his girth. His thick meat throbbed, and he smelled so good I wanted to drink him in.
I moved my attention to his head, eliciting a low growl from him when I spread my lips around his engorged knob. My tongue bathed the underside and traced a path around his hard ridge before sucking him into my mouth. I purred under the table, saying, "Mmm, mmm," over and over.
I faintly recall him encouraging me and talking dirty to me, which got me even hotter, but my main focus was on sucking the beautiful cock that pulsed inside my mouth. The heady aroma of his musk was intoxicating.
Hearing my own slurping and sucking, I hummed in pleasure and felt myself getting wetter and wetter. I entered a state of sexual bliss as I slathered his hard rod with my saliva and lightly stroked his thick tool. While I sucked on his hardness, nothing else existed outside my little world under that table except his engorged cock. While I sucked him, I resolved that I had to have this big, beautiful piece of rock-hard meat deep inside me before the night was over.
When the waiter came to the table, I froze in my cock sucking and heard Jim order us chocolate martinis. His stiff rod bounced upward, the head bobbing before me in the dim light. When the waiter left, Jim scooted down in his seat and reached under the table to caress my cheek, murmuring a warning that I should be careful because he was getting close. I told him that was exactly what I wanted, and it was.
I became determined to taste his seed right then and there, to make him cum and drink him in. I was pretty sure that with a little more coaxing I could get him to blast his hot load into my mouth by the time the waiter returned with our drinks.
Lavishing his delicious cock with my mouth and tongue, and stroking him under the table, I wanted nothing more than to swallow his essence. His cock seemed massive in my hands and stretched my lips almost painfully, but I wanted all of it. I wanted it and needed it.
I was proud of myself when I felt his leg muscles tighten and his balls constrict. When he bucked and jerked, and filled my mouth with his hot, fresh sperm, I did my best to swallow his load, but he left my mouth full, and my cheeks puffed out with his cum. His seed was very warm and tasted even better than I imagined. I saved a mouthful to savor longer by adding it to my chocolate martini when I climbed back up onto my seat next to him.
