Taste and Try
Jessica stretched her arms out above her head on the bed and left her whole naked body exposed to him. She kept her eyes closed and savoured his attentions. It had been much, much, too long.
His skilled fingers were tracing patterns across her skin and teasing her with the anticipation of where they would land next. However, since she wasn't a virgin, and he was a man, she was pretty sure where their next target would be. Perhaps unconsciously she slightly arched her back off the bed. He noticed and took the hint. She felt his hands on her breasts. He wasn't rough but his hold was firm enough to tell her that he was warming to his task.
His tongue first flicked her right nipple and then licked it harder. Jessica giggled as she felt her body respond. Soon her left nipple was receiving the same attention and she only opened her eyes when the man finally pulled back to admire her now erect nipples. "I like a woman whose body shows what she likes," said a deep velvety voice. Then he was holding her and his mouth was seeking hers. As their kiss began his tongue probed and she happily allowed it access. This man could kiss and Jessica could have gone a lot longer but he pulled back again.
He traced his long fingers along her collar bone to her neck. His voice was now a husky whisper. "Damn but you are beautiful. Your skin is amazing - it almost glows." He could have been talking to himself as he contemplated her body.
Jessica thought she had better contribute rather than just lay there basking in his attentions. "Er, thanks!"
"No, thank YOU, Jess. Must have been near two hundred men there tonight but you picked me. I had a lot of competition."
Jessica smiled again. "You made the choice easy."
He liked that and moved round until he was between her open legs. "Now I'm going to prove you right." She felt his breath on her and then his head moved forward and his tongue began to explore her pussy. This man knew how to please a woman and Jessica again thought that her only mistake had been waiting so long.
Her location suddenly flashed through Jess's mind. Dress it up you as liked this was not where her whole life had been designed to take her. She was in a back-room of what, at least one night a week, was a pick-up joint where men came to find easy women for casual sex. She'd never been in an hourly-rate 'hotel' or a brothel but you sometimes saw them on TV or read about them in news stories. This room pretty much fit the bill. It had a bed that obviously saw a lot of action, a couple of battered chairs, a little bedside table, a trash-bin and a wash hand-basin. You didn't stay here, you didn't visit here, you didn't sleep here. You came here to do one thing and a man she'd met only an hour ago was getting her good and ready to do just that.
She must have momentarily stiffened or given him some idea of what was going through her mind. Two long fingers replaced his tongue at her pussy. "Easy, baby, I know it's your first time here. Relax and enjoy."
He hadn't really needed to say it. If her moment's hesitation had ever really existed then it had already passed. Strong hands moved back up to gently squeeze her breasts and then she felt his nose pressing against her as his tongue again sought to delve into her. She knew that he was enjoying his first experience of her body. He was savouring her. When he rose up she wasn't surprised to see his cock was standing proud, hard and ready.
"Would you like me to...you know...with my mouth," she asked and began to follow him. Then Jess felt his hand on her - signalling his wish that she stay where she was.
"That sounds good, I'm going to enjoy that," he said, "but just now I think we need to give you what you need. Something tells me this beautiful pussy hasn't been getting the attention it deserves." He moved to the little bedside table and picked up a condom. He opened the packet and rolled the latex sheath over his cock.
Jessica's eyes sparkled and she smiled as he moved back to her. "Where have you been this past few months?"
He chuckled. "Waiting for you, baby, we've all been here just waiting for you..." He moved between her open legs, lined his cock up with her pussy and then eased his way into her. He made three measured strokes and under their slow but insistent pressure her body accepted him easily and fully. Jessica then felt the weight of him on her. His hands reached under her shoulders, his mouth found hers and he began to set the rhythmn of his love-making, the age-old dance by which a man made a woman his.
Jessica and her new lover shared a long, deep, wet kiss. She loved it and the kiss only broke when he eased his head back to look intently into her face, to look deep into her soul. She met the challenge unreservedly and gazed into the liquid brown depths of his eyes.
"Ready?" he asked. She smiled and nodded.
Now the fucking began. Her new lover was no hulking thug. He was a handsome man about four years older than her. He obviously kept himself fit and in her limited experience his cock was probably about average-sized. What was more important was what he was doing with it. His eyes stayed locked on hers as the rhythmn of his thrusts slowly became faster and more powerful, building the feelings within her. Looking into his face Jessica knew how much he wanted her, how much he was enjoying claiming her. It wasn't love, it was pure lust.
She also knew that he wasn't alone in that. She wanted everything he could give her just as much.
The pace of their love-making continued to slowly increase over the next few minutes. Then the man's mouth tightened a little and his breathing became quicker. Jess had felt her body's reaction to him also slowly growing. She wanted to come for him but she was not there yet. The man let his full weight drop back onto her and he began to pound into her with all his strength. Now his strokes were fast, deep and almost frantic. Jess hung onto his strong shoulders and tried to clench her legs around his back.
It was all just enough and she felt a small but pleasurable climax. As she gave out a little moan of pleasure her new lover gave one last hard thrust and then held himself inside her. She knew he was filling the condom.
The man eased himself up, discarded his used rubber in the trash and then sat beside her on the bed. He breathed hard before letting out a little whistle of delight. "Fuck that was good. I knew it would be from the first time I saw you tonight."
She smiled at him and looked him over again. 'John 32' was all she knew him as, that was the ID printed on his club membership card. Now it was her turn to run her fingers over his chest. She admired his body and her eyes drank in the beautiful dark chocolate complexion of his skin. He really wasn't that different from other men she had dated at college and before her marriage. He was clean-cut, good-looking and well turned out. He had told her that he worked in a bank and that was the image he had given off at the club. Yes, he was very similar to the other men she had dated. Well, all except that one thing. That dark brown, almost black, skin. That beautiful dark brown, almost black, skin.
"I love your skin too," she whispered.