What's your deal?

A (too) soon 20 minutes later we were laying in the afterglow of our horizontal romp. As he laid watching T.V. with the attitude that he was proud of what he did, I couldn't help but STILL wonder why he wouldn't go down on me. I was really starting to take offense.. Did I smell bad or something?? On top of that, the questions of so many showers in 1 day started to really eat at me.

"Hey, can I ask you a question?" I sat up but looked away from him

"Sure, what?" He never took his eyes off the T.V.

"You never did really answer me when I asked why you'd never go down"

"Yes, I did"

"No. You didn't. You said you were told growing up that oral was bad. That's all you said. You can't STILL possibly believe that.. do you? ESPECIALLY if I, or anyone else, goes down on you"

"That's different"

"How so?" By this time, I was shocked. Was this for real? Was HE for real?

"Well.. you tongue doesn't touch what guys tongues do" And he still wouldn't look at me.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I looked him straight in the face.

I saw his eyes dart in my direction, but his head never turned, "You know. Your tongue doesn't actually go IN anything."

I still couldn't fully grasp what he was saying. "Are you saying you're grossed out by that? 'Cus that's what it sounds like!"

I got another eye dart, but no turn of the head and no answer. I waited (im)patiently for him to answer, but he never did. I got up, grabbed my cigarettes and walked out onto the balcony. While I smoked my cigarette, realizing it did more for me than his sex did, I wondered how I managed to always find the weird ones. There was something always wrong with the guys I dated and started to think maybe it was ME. I must have some sign on my forehead that says "Got a phobia? Date me!"

I finished my cigarette and reluctantly walked back in the room. He was still staring at the T.V., but I got the impression he wasn't really watching it. I plopped back down on the bed with an obvious sigh. Yes, it may have been childish and passive-aggressive, but I wanted him to know that he was irritating me without having to actually TELL him he was.

A few minutes past and he cleared his throat like he was going to say something, but never did. Finally, I broke the silence.

"What's your deal?"

"What do you mean..'whats my deal'?"

"Exactly what I said. What's your deal? You won't go down on me, when I ask about it, you give me some lame ass excuse. But you expect me to do it. Then you say some cryptic shit like I'm supposed to understand whatever the fuck you're talking about. You've been taking 2 showers a day... WHAT! IS! YOUR! DEAALLLLL?? Did you get it that time??" O.K., I know I was being a bitch and at the end talked to him like he was some retard, but come on!! He knew damn well what the fuck I was talking about!

he laid there motionless for longer than I wanted. "Never mind! It's obvious you aren't going to talk!" I grabbed my cell phone and headed back onto the balcony. Before I had the door all the way open, he finally spoke.

"You wouldn't understand."

"Try me" I said as I turned back to face him and again silence. I got impatient, well more impatient and started back out.

"Wait." Long pause. "Fine, I'll tell you."

I grabbed the chair that was closest to me and sat down facing him and waited. He got up off the bed and went to his suitcase. My first thought was.. 'Jesus! I hope he isn't going to go all psycho on me and kill me or something!!' But he didn't. He pulled out hand sanitizer, flip flops, a wash cloth, soap and some wet naps. O.K... is he like some broke ass MacGyver or something??? Of course, I didn't ask that, I just sat there quietly.

"You see all of this?"

Well, DUH I'm not blind, jackass! "Yes!?"

"Well, hmmm. How do I put this. I have an issue with being clean. I can't stand to sweat. Every time I shake hands with someone I immediately have to wash my hands or use this, " he holds up the hand sanitizer, "and I can't even take a shower anywhere except at my own house without wearing these." He then holds up the flip flops.

Hmm.. O.K. So the guy is a neat freak? A germaphobe? What?

"O.K. So.. what does that mean exactly?"

"Means.. I find going down on ANYONE gross. Do you even know how unsanitary doing that is?"

Seriously?? Wooowww... Did he just insult me?

I shrugged. "Then how is it you're O.K. with me or anyone else going down on you? AND you kiss me afterwards? What's up with THAT? Do YOU know how unsanitary THAT is?"

"I try to not let it affect me, but it does anyway. Didn't you wonder why I didn't protest when you haven't been going down on me?"

"Oh, I thought you were just.. I don't know.. Too heated up to even care."

"No. It's because I was releaved that I wouldn't have to kiss you and think about my dirty dick that was just in your mouth."

"So.. taking all those showers then.. it wasn't because you've been fooling around with someone while you were gone during the day and trying to get rid of the evidence?"

He laughed. A hardy, full belly laugh. "What? Seriously? That's what you thought?"

"What did you expect me to think? All the signs were there!"

He finally sat on the bed looking a little defeated and a little releaved. I just sat there. I didn't know if I should walk to him or stay where I was. To add to more things that I was alreading wondering about, now I had to wonder if every time he touched me, kissed me or had sex with me.. was he thinking about how 'dirty' and 'germy' I was and how he couldn't wait to go wash up??

Day 3

Again, the alarm clocks woke me up at 4:30am. This shit was getting old. REAL old. I'm not a morning person to begin with and hearing 4 alarms going off really didn't help my attitude much. I nudged him a few times with my foot until he finally woke enough to turn them off. I rolled back over, glad for the silence and went back to sleep. It was 10:30 when I finally woke up for the day. As per my daily ritual since we'd been there, I called room service for a bagel and juice while smoking my first cigarette for the day.

It was another warm day, with another wonderful breeze coming off the ocean. I grabbed my cell phone to check to see if I had any messages and I did.

"Looks like we might get done earlier today. Keep you posted. Hope you have a great day."

I smiled as I set my phone back down and went to answer the door for room service. Deciding to eat my breakfast on the balcony, I moved back outside dragging the desk chair with me. My mom called and we chatted while I ate breakfast. I told her some of what had been going on, obviously leaving the lack of oral and semi-good sex we were having. I did tell her about the fight and how we made up, but it still didn't stop from offering to come down and get me. I smiled as I thought about how she still worried about me and it felt good. I politely declined her offer and told her I would keep her posted. We were supposed to be leaving the next day anyway, so no matter what happened.. or DIDN'T happen, I could stick it out for 1 more day. She she was working, I let her go with promises to call her the next day or earlier if need be.

The remainder of the day while I waited for The Army Recruiter to return I did some more reading, took a shower, shaved all the right spots hoping THAT would entice him a little. Just as I was exiting the shower I heard my cell phone go off alerting me of a text. I hurried over and saw it was another text from him:

"Leaving now. Be there in a few"

True to his word, he arrived within 10 minutes. He didn't seem as tired as he had, but we decided 2:30 was still a little early for dinner. He showered and we nuzzled together on the bed to watch some T.V. Laying there, somewhat bored, my mind began to wonder. This guy really takes a lot of damn showers. I mean.. he took 1 before he left this morning, and all he did was sit around in meetings talking to people, but had to take another shower when he came back?? I just found it weird.. I mean, I got washing your hands often because of all the hands you shake, but still.. a whole full shower!?? Just strange.

As we laid there we started to kiss and touch. I undressed completely and we got under the sheets. His hand crept down further and further and found my clit. His hand felt like a feather lightly flicking in all the right spots. His mouth found my nipple and he began to lightly bite. My back arched and a chill ran up my spine. My hands groped for him under the sheet. I found his already hard dick and slowly stroked it. It took everything in my to not slide my mouth down on it, but I was sticking to my decision. If he wasn't going to do it, neither was I!

Day 2

I was awaken by the alarm clocks again the following morning around 4:30. I nudged The Army Recruiter a few times until he finally shut the irritating noises off and went to get a shower. As I laid there hearing the water running, I thought about our encounter the night before. Yea, the sex was much better than it had been in the past, but I still couldn't figure out why he wouldn't go down. I decided I'd try to bring it up in a casual setting, maybe at dinner tonight.

A few minutes later he emerged from the bathroom and I watched him put on his uniform. I don't know what it is about a man in uniform, but it's a huge turn on. Knowing he didn't have time for a quicky, I supressed my urge to tackle him.

"What time do you think you'll be done today?"

"I don't know, J. But I'm hoping early. Maybe we can actually make it to the beach tonight" He responded with a chuckle.

I was glad he was able to make fun of the situation now, instead of being all pissy like he was last night. I guess the conversation (and probably sex) did help.

"Well, just keep me updated as much as you can, please."

He nodded in agreement and kissed me goodbye. I dozed back off for another 6 hours and when my bladder screamed at me around 11am, I decided I should get up. I checked my phone to see if I had any messages and to my surprise I did.

"Running late again. Maybe 4 like yesterday. Will call when I can"

I was disappointed that it was going to be another long day but at least I knew. Another surprise came when I went to order breakfast. There was a $10 bill sitting by the phone with a note, "Sorry, its all the cash I had". I smiled to myself as I ordered my bagel and juice, I guess he felt bad after what I said last night.

By 4pm, I was showered, dressed and ready to go. My phone rang shortly after with him telling me he was on his way.

"Are you coming up to change?"

"Yea, but it will only take me a minute. Are you ready to go too?"

"Yep, ready when you are. I'll see you in a few" I hung up the phone wondering how such a simple conversation (or was it the fight??) had made him change so much. I'm not saying he was all to blame, cus I can be a real bitch.. but usually only when I'm provoked.

I heard his key card deactivating the door and went to meet him. I could tell he was tired, sitting in meetings all day, trying to talk people into signing their life away to the Army was probably boring and a little stressful. Dealing with the public is ALWAYS stressful. I gave him a hug and a kiss as a welcome back, he returned the gesture and sighed.

"Do you just want to stay in for dinner tonight? I really don't mind. Maybe after dinner we could go to the beach."

"No, I told you I'd take you out."

"Really! I don't mind! If you'd rather just eat here and relax for a bit then we can go down to the beach. How about that?"

"Yea, that's fine. If you don't mind"

I really honestly didn't mind. I guess the conversation/fight did me some good too. We agreed on ordering some pizza and while we waited I decided to ask him.

"So... I was wondering.."

"Yea?" He glanced quickly from the T.V. to me and back again.

"Umm.. just wondering.. why don't you go down on me? Do I smell bad or something?" I half smiled to try to keep the mood light.

"What?!" That got his attention

"You just never go down on me.. so I was wondering why."

"Oh. Well.. I just don't do that. Never have"

WHAT?! Seriously? He couldn't be serious, right?

"Why not?"

He looked away from me, in a 'I don't feel comfortable talking about this' way and I didn't press him for eye contact.

"I don't know. I just don't like doing it. Plus, when I was younger my family would always say oral was wrong and dirty."

"Seriously?!? But it's O.K. for me to do it to you?"

He took a few minutes to answer me and by the time he started to, the delivery guy was knocking at the door. I was irritated at being interupted, but glad that food was there. The Army Recruiter went to answer as I asked him if he wanted me to pay for half. He declined my offer, answered the door, pay the delivery guy and walked back in. I waited to see if he was going to answer me then, but instead he changed the topic to other things.

For the remainder of the night, I couldn't help but dwell on it. Even as we drove around to find a parking spot, even as we walked hand and hand on the beach, I still thought about his reasons. To me, they sounded like bullshit and completely unfair. How hypocritical! So.. I decided.. if he wouldn't do it.. neither would I!

After a little over an hour of walking up and down the beaches of Miami, we made our way back to the room. I grabbed a change of clothes and headed for the shower. Our conversations had been pleasant all evening and I wasn't going to start another fight over this. I kept the atmosphere light and acted like everything was O.K. As we both got ready for bed and laid down, he made his move again. I let him touch me, kiss me and rub me in all the right spots. I reached down and stroked him, but my lips never wondered. 2 can play this game, I thought to myself. I could tell he was waiting for it to happen, I could tell he WANTED it to happen, but I stuck to my guns.

When he either realized it WASN'T going to happen, or was just so ready, he rolled over and I climbed on top. I did notice that by not giving him head or much stimulation before sex, he seemed to last longer. However, I enjoy giving head and I felt like something was missing since I didn't do it. I came easily (gotta love the thumb action when you're on top!) and he came soon after.

We curled up together and drifted off to sleep. I was waiting for him to say something about not receiving, but he didn't. Maybe he got the hint?

Making Up

Since I was able to get off my chest the things that had been bothering me this whole trip, I was feeling more relaxed. His hands and mouth were helping me with that, too. As his hands reached down to spread my legs, his kisses trailed around my neck and onto my chest. I laid back enjoying the treatment with anticipation of his kisses going all the way down. I reached further down in the bed and found him already hard as a rock. My hand slid slowing up and down stroking his shaft, not wanting to go very fast in case he was close to cumming.

He softly nibbled my neck, making my back arch. I was going to cum already and we had just started. I came once then twice. He was on a streak and I was loving it. I changed positions so that I could be at a better angle to go down on him. As we lay side by side in a 69 position, my body was aching to feel his tongue as I licked and sucked on him.

But it never happened. AGAIN!

He pulled away slightly and I knew he was close to cumming. I wrapped my finger and thumb around the bottom of the head and squeezed, using my other hand to lightly pull his balls away from his body hoping that would slow him down some. I was glad it worked and I lightly flicked my tongue on the tip as I waited for him to get a little soft. I felt him start to relax in my hand so I loosened my hold and began sucking and licking again. I was still waiting for his tongue to touch me.

He was getting close to cumming again and this time he pulled away and repositioned himself so that he could enter me. As I laid on my back in the middle of the bed, I couldn't help but wonder why he STILL hadn't gone down on me.

My thoughts were interupted by him taking charge. He pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, pulled me up by my hips and quickly entered me again. He was doing all the right things, in the right position and at the right pace. He made me cum a few more times with the help of his hands and he came soon after. Thankfully, he didn't last a few seconds like before and we both laid there afterwards very happy.

I decided I'd wait to ask him about his lack of tongue action some other time. I was exhausted and ready to go to sleep.

Compromises

**Happy Friday everyone! I figured I'd give ya'll a bonus post day 'cus well.. 'cus I can't sleep! :)

As I took my long shower I kept thinking I had made many bad choices over the past few days. The biggest one being coming down to Miami with a man I obviously didn't know as well as I thought and the other, telling The Personal Trainer about a (kind of) relationship that probably wasn't going to go anywhere.

Taking my time, I exited the shower and slowly dried off. I was hoping that the longer I took, the better my chances were that he'd be asleep when I got out.

No such luck.

I quietly put my things down and climbed into bed, cursing myself for not asking him to get a room with 2 beds instead of 1. I rolled onto my side away from him and tried to make myself fall asleep. Since I really hadn't done much that day, I wasn't sleepy. AT. ALL.

Sighed and readjusted my pillows then felt a hand starting to drape across my hip.

What the fuck was this asshole thinking?? Did he SERIOUSLY think he was gonna get some after everything that happened?? I laid there still, trying act like I was dozing off.

"Hey" he whispered, but I didn't answer.

A few minutes later, he said again, "Hey." pause. "J, I know you're not asleep."

"Yea, and?"

"Can we talk?"

"Sure. Once you remove your hand off my ass" He did and rolled onto his back. I didn't move. I had no desire to face him at the moment.

He let out a big sigh "J. I'm sorry."

"hmm mm" was all the reply he received.

"I'm sorry I called you a bitch. I didn't really mean it. I was just to irritated. I know I'm really bad with directions and it's a sore spot with me and when you kept saying something about it.. well.. anyway, I'm sorry."

"You wanna apologize for anything else?" I asked, still not facing him.

"Ummm,...??" I could tell he had NO idea what I was talking about. So I thought I'd enlighten him.

"Look. I'm not one of those money hungry chicks who expects to be treated like a queen when she's with a guy but seriously!? You couldn't even OFFER to pay for my half of dinner? Not to mention breakfast! And you can't stay out late 'cus you have to get up early?? What was the point of me even coming on this trip? So you'd have ass easily accessible whenever YOU wanted it?" And with that, I finally rolled over and sat up. This was definately a conversation where I wanted to see his face and I continued. "Tell me Recruiter! Why DID you bring me down here? I felt like a damn child today with my parents at work and stuck in the house, not allowed to go outside..."

"You were free to leave. I didn't say you couldn't go anywhere"

"Yes, I was FREE to leave, but where the hell was I going to go? ESPECIALLY after we were told it wasn't safe for a girl to be out by herself around here. What did you actually expect me to do all day?"

"J. I'm sorry. I guess I really didn't put a lot of thought into that part. I really wanted you to come. I really enjoy being with you and thought that since we lived far enough apart that we can't see eachother often, this would be a great get away for us and I REALLY didn't expect for today to take as long as it did. I honestly didn't!"

"O.K. so I can't fault you for the time away. It wasn't your fault the meetings ran over. But I felt like you didn't even take into account that I was here all day. Alone. With nothing to do. I was stir crazy! I can't handle being stuck here for another 3 days like I was today."

"I understand that. It would drive me crazy too. What if I got you a taxi or something to drive you where ever you wanted tomorrow? And I'll make sure he stays the whole time so you don't have to worry about finding a ride back when you're done."

"That sounds great.. however.. I don't have the money to pay for something like that. This isn't Mexico.. you can't rent a taxi for all day for only $20!"

"True. When I get up in the morning, I'll talk to the front desk and see what they recommend. I'll give them my personal credit card and have it paid that way. I really wanted this to be a fun time together. I don't want to fight. Can we try to start over?"

I contemplated that for a few minutes and realized that was probably my best bet. I was stuck here for another 3 days and I better try to make the best of it.

"Yes, we can start over. But, with some conditions."

"Oh and what are those?" he asked, as he moved closer towards me, placing his hand on my thigh and smiling.

"Well.. tomorrow, let's not wait so long after you get out to go to dinner. Also, keep me more updated about your day, like how long you'll be there, if it's running late.. anything. Even if you can't call, just shoot me a text. I just don't want to be kept in the dark the whole time. Also! We're going out tomorrow night and we're finding something to do. I can't stand being in the small ass hotel room for long periods of time."

He agreed and sealed the deal with a kiss.

"Oh and I'm sorry too. I won't make any more remarks about your driving. BUT, if I say turn somewhere, will you listen to me? I'm not trying to poke fun, but I seem to have a better sense of direction than you do."

He agreed and sealed that deal with a kiss as well.

The kisses turned to touches and touches turned to more. Maybe this little fight was actually going to do some good?

Challenging

By the time 3pm rolled around I was stir crazy. I had toured the whole hotel more than once, sat down by the pool, read a few chapters in a book I brought and watched many episodes of Cops. All the while, the conversation with The Personal Trainer replaying in my head. I kept telling myself I was stupid and handled the situation wrong. I should have waited until I got back into town to talk to him. I should have just told him I was down there with a friend for a few days and that we'd catch up once I got back. But stupid me.. I didn't.

At 3:15 I called The Army Recruiter to see how much longer he was going to be but got no answer. I was starving and beginning to feel like a prisoner. I almost ordered room service again but since he told me he'd be out by 3, I figured I'd wait assuming he'd be starving by the time he got done, too.

It wasn't until after 4 that he finally called me back to let me know he was on his way. He said that he was indeed hungry, but wanted to come up and change out of uniform before taking me out to dinner. We hung up and I quickly got myself ready. A few minutes later I heard him entering the room and while I expected to be excited to see him, I was surprised that I wasn't.

We both said a casual (and somewhat awkward) hello and he went to change. In my attempt to fill the silence I asked what he wanted for dinner and his reply was "I don't care.. what do you want?"

I didn't know what restaurants were around, so I suggested we just hop in the car and go look. He reluctantly agreed but said he wanted to just 'chill out' for a bit before going anywhere. A few HOURS later, we were finally on our way. After many wrong turns, 1 way streets going in the opposite directed we wanted to go and a few near-miss accidents, we finally saw an Longhorn Steakhouse and decided on that. Really.. I just wanted out of the damn car. His driving was beginning to make me sick and the death-grip I had on the 'oh shit' handle was making my hand hurt. We argued constantly about his inability to follow directions and the fact that he could get lost in a paper bag.

We didn't have to wait long for a seat and our (somewhat unfriendly) bantering continued throughout the meal. When the check came, I noticed he was studying the receipt with severe concentration.

"What's the matter? Did they charge us wrong?"

"Oh no.. I was just trying to figure out your portion of the meal"

Now, it wasn't like I was opposed to paying for myself and it wasn't like I expected a guy to buy all the time.. but damnit! I didn't expect to have to feed myself for the WHOLE trip!! When he said he wanted to take me out to dinner, I was under the assumption that meant TREAT me to dinner since I was caged up all day. I DIDN'T expect him to mean.. he was just DRIVING me to dinner. I tried to suppress my irritation as I dug for my bank card in my purse. I guess he caught on to my slight attitude because he attempted to explain why he couldn't pay for me.

"The Army is paying for my meal since they're the reason why I'm here. But, I can't charge your food to the account, too."

I muttered a "it's fine" as I asked the server to split our check. We paid our bill and headed back out. I was dreading getting back into the car with him but it wasn't like I could walk back to the hotel.

"You wanna do anything while we're out?"

"Sure! You have anything in mind?" I was hoping it was something that didn't require us to drive much.

"Ohh.. hmmm.. not really. I don't know much around here. We could try to find a club, though I'm not really into that."

I wasn't into the club/bar scene either so I was glad he didn't really have his heart set on that. "Why don't we just go down to the beach?" It was going on 8pm and the sun was almost completely set. I thought a sunset walk on the beach would be nice and relaxing and hoped it would bring us a little closer. And get me out of my pissy state.

"Yea.. I guess we could do that. We'll just have to find a place to get there but we can't be out too late. I have to get up early in the morning."

"It's only 8pm. How 'late' is late for you?"

"Well.. we can hang out for like an hour or so" I rolled my eyes as I turned to face the window.

After another hour of driving around aimlessly trying to find a place to park that wouldn't get the car towed and me trying to keep my dinner from coming back up.. I suggested we just give up and head back to the hotel. He mumbled something inaudible under his breath but the impression I got was something smartass or rude. I will admit, by this time we were both getting pretty snippy.

"I really can't understand how you're so directionally challenged!! I hope to GOD you never have to lead the troops anywhere! The way you get lost, you'd lead them right into an ambush!!"

"Why don't you just shut up and sit there? You think you could do any better??"

"YES! Actually I DO!!"

"Are you ALWAYS such a nag?? Or are you just being a bitch for my benefit?"

"OH you just bring out the bitch in me."

We couldn't get back to the hotel quick enough and as soon as we parked, I fled up to the room. I let the room door slam behind me, which was just a second before him, almost hitting him in the face. As I smiled to myself, I quickly grabbed my P.J.'s and headed for the bathroom. Before I got to the door, he stopped me.

"What's your problem anyway?"

"What's my PROBLEM?? I have been cooped up in the damn hotel all fucking day! Couldn't go anywhere! Couldn't do anything! You were supposed to be back here around 11-12.. but you don't get back here until after 4! I'm STARVING and all you want to do is sit on your ass and watch T.V.!!"

"You knew I had to work while I was down here!" He yelled back

"Yes! I did! But you said 'a few hours each day'! That was NOT 'a few hours'! That was all fucking day!!!"

"You're just pissed because I didn't pay for dinner"

"NO! I'm pissed because you brought me down here on false pretenses!! You made it sound like it would be a mini-fucking-vacation for the two of us with just some work sprinkled in there! But in reality.. it was the exact opposite!"

And with that, I pushed passed him and headed for a hot shower.

The Phone Call

I walked out onto the balcony and lit a cigarette. I didn't know why it was so hard to tell the Personal Trainer about The Army Recruiter. It wasn't like I had a serious relationship with The Personal Trainer at all.. in reality.. it was only (barely) friends with benefits.

I dialed his number hoping he wouldn't answer, but he did.

"Hey, you busy?"

"Nope, just waiting for you to call me back. What's up with your phone?"

"Oh.. where I'm at I have really bad reception"

"Where you're at?.....(pause) Where are you?"

"Miami" another long pause for both of us

"What are you doin' in Miami?"

"Well.. that's what I want to tell you about. I've been casually dating The Army Recruiter for a bit now and he's the one that invited me down here for a few days"

"Is he there now?"

"No, he's working right now but should be back soon." another pause, so I continued, "So.. umm.. I think it's getting kinda serious with the two of us..."

"Hmm.. O.K... and what does that mean?"

"It means.. well.. I don't cheat."

"What?"

"I don't cheat. If I'm in a relationship with someone.. I don't cheat on them."

"So........"

"So.. I guess this means no more meetings for us. I don't know what else to say. I would say to give me some time and see how things go with him.. but that's not fair to you at all."

"I see.. well.. I would say that I understand.. but I don't. Thanks for letting me know"

And the phone went dead. I was shocked. I couldn't believe he actually hung up on me. It wasn't in an aggressive way.. but he still disconnected the call and that bothered me a little. I felt really bad about telling him the way I did, but I didn't know what else to do. I hate lying.. not that I'm any good at it anyway. On one hand, I was glad I told the truth.. but on the other.. I felt like a total hypocrite.

For the rest of my waiting until The Army Recruiter arrived, I tried to keep myself busy. I called my mom to check in with her, tidied up the hotel some and flipped threw T.V. show after T.V. show to keep my mine off the The Personal Trainer. It was definately eating at me.

My phone rang shortly around 11:20 and I ran to it hoping it was The Personal Trainer calling me back. I kept hoping that he didn't intentionally hang up on me.. maybe he lost signal? Maybe he was at work and had to go really quick? Maybe he was at home.. thought he was alone.. but his wife came back? To my disappointment, it was The Army Recruiter calling to tell me that his meetings were running late and he'd be out later than he expected. He didn't expect to be out before 3pm. I sighed, not because I wanted to see him but because I was bored out of my mind sitting alone in the hotel. I had no way to get anywhere except on foot and I had no where to go anyway. From what I was told by a few people, walking around in Miami alone is not a good idea for a female.. no matter what time of day it was.

As I hung up the phone I wondered.. why was the conversation I had with The Personal Trainer upsetting me more than the fact that I wasn't getting to spend a lot of time with the man I came to Miami with?

The Army Recruiter Con't.

I finally woke up around 10am and strolled over to the balcony to have a cigarette. The weather was warm and since we were only a block from the ocean, there was a nice warm breeze coming through.

I wondered around the room for a bit, trying to figure out what to do for the next few hours without him and decided to order some breakfast. There was a note sitting by the phone from him:

"If you order room service, you have to pay for it. Don't charge it to the room."

Shit! I thought.. I don't even know if I have cash on me. Plus, I didn't even know if I could order it without charging it to the room. I called the front desk to ask if I could pay instead of charging it to the room and if they accepted credit cards since I found no cash in my wallet. What should have been a 5 minute conversation turned into a 20 minute one because the lady that answered the phone spoke hardly any English and had NO idea what I was asking.

Finally, she connected me to the kitchen where I eventually found someone who spoke enough broken English to answer me and I ordered.

Just as I was hanging up with them, my cell phone rang. I was half hoping it was The Army Recruiter because I was already beyond bored, but it wasn't. It was The Personal Trainer.

"It's hammer time again" He said in the form of a greeting.

"WHAT? What are you talking about??" I was completely lost

"You know.. time to get together again!"

"OHHH.." was all I could think of to say at the moment. I didn't know what to tell him.

"Just ohh? That's all I get is just an OH?"

As I was trying to answer him, my phone started to lose connection, which was a blessing in disguise.

"I'll call you back when I get a better connection" I repeated a few times hoping he heard me and I hung up. I sat there and wondered what I should do. Should I tell him the truth or lie? We weren't exclusive by any means. Hell, he was married! But for some reason I felt like I couldn't.. or shouldn't.. tell him the truth.

The knocking of room service interrupted my thoughts and I quickly ran to answer the door. By this time I was starving and I wanted to get back to my dilemma.

Over my bagel and cranberry juice I thought of the different scenarios I could tell The Personal Trainer. I also wondered what my relationship with The Army Recruiter was. Are WE exclusive? We never talked about it, but I couldn't help but wonder.. if he didn't want to be exclusive, would he have asked me to come with him to Miami? If we were exclusive, then I'd definitely have to tell The Personal Trainer the truth, right? I don't cheat. I know it sounds VERY hypocritical, since The Personal Trainer was married, but I looked at it like.. it wasn't MY marriage and I wasn't doing anything wrong... right?

I had come to the decision that I had to tell The Personal Trainer the truth. It was only fair. He had told me the truth about him being married, that he'd never leave her.. but the only difference was... I wouldn't do what I was expecting him to do.

Cheat.

I picked up the phone, grabbed my cigarettes, went back on the balcony and dialed his number.

Monday 9/27/2010

Sorry guys, no post on Monday. I'll try to get it posted later in the week. :)
~J

The Army Recruiter

**I'll finish the posts about The Trainer later, but this ties in a little**

While I was still spending time with The Trainer, I met The Army Recruiter. The Army Recruiter was only aout 5'7", thin with a dark complexion. He seemed a much better choice since he was completely single with no strings attached to someone else. We had gone on a few lunch or dinner dates and seemed to really hit it off. The only downfall was that he was stationed in Tampa... the good thing was that he traveled often for work so he was able to come to Orlando a few times a month.

After another lunch date, while he was in town for a few days, we decided to head back to his hotel room to hang out for a bit. (Neither of us wanted to deal with the typical tourists around where he was staying so chillin' in his hotel room seemed like a good idea.) As of that date, we hadn't done anything other than a few kisses here and there and with the conversations we had had, nothing more was on the agenda. Plus.. not 1 full week prior was I rolling around in bed with The Trainer, so I wasn't looking to get laid.

Once we arrived at his room, I plopped down on the couch as he turned on the T.V. Idle chat ensued and (speaking for myself of course) we had a nice conversation about various things. However, it wasn't long before we began kissing and hands started to wonder.

We moved over to the bed to get more comfortable and have more room to move around. It quickly turned from just kissing and hands wondering to me naked and him with his pants off.. though his shirt stayed on....

Not long after, his boxers were pulled down and I alternated from giving him a hand job and a blow job. His hands wondered too.. finding my most sensitive parts.. but it stopped there. I shrugged it off thinking.. 'eh.. maybe he just wants to get to the main course.. no biggie that he didn't go down on me, he already made me cum with just his finger."

Laying on my back.. spread eagle.. he leaned forwards and entered me. Now.. missionary isn't my most favorite position, but in certain situations for me it's mandatory to start off in. Like.. if he's very large.. which he wasn't to my disappointment. Now, he wasn't microscopic small (Like Toyman) but he was definately small compared to what I was used to.. and ESPECIALLY small compared to The Personal Trainer. Before I even knew we really started.. he was already finished. I laid there like WHAT THE FUCK?? SERIOUSLY?? NO WAY!?!? I reached down.. and yep! He had gone soft and the tell-tale signs were there. There was a wet spot from where he pulled out and I had cum on the inside of my leg. WTF!!

He laid on top of me exhausted like he had just ran a fucking marathon... and here I am.. wondering if I had somehow passed out for 10-15 minutes and missed something. Like.. I knew it started.. I knew it had ended.. but what the fuck happened to the middle?? This guy was seriously a '2-pump chump' and I honestly couldn't believe it!!

After I made some movement to suggest I wanted out from under him (you know.. like.. I shoved him off me and rolled over) he laid there gloating like he had just conquered a secret island. He then began to make excuses as to why it all happened so fast..... it had been a while.... I was just so tight and hot he couldn't help it.. when I was giving him head, I made him so fucking horny he just couldn't hold back anymore... blah blah blah! I just laid there like yea.. wtf ever. I mean.. O.K., yea.. I've been told I give great head.. but seriously??? I don't think it's THAT great to result in something like that. This was a first for me! I didn't know what to say.

I decided it was probably a good time for me to leave before I said something rude, but before I did, he told me he had to go down to Miami in about 2 weeks for a few days and wondered if I wanted to go. I told him I'd have to let him know later and saw myself out. For the next 2 wks he called me daily, texted me throughout the day and said all the right things. He apologized over and over for the previous time we had spent together and promised it wouldn't be like that again. He also promised me that if I went, we would have a great time and that he had to work only 4 hours each of the days were were there (3 total) and the rest of the time we could do whatever. I agreed to go with him under the condition that he picked me up. He said of course and we left 2 days later.

To say he was a great partner for a road trip would be a lie. We liked totally different music, I couldn't smoke in the car since it was gov't property, he would get pissed if I asked if we could pull off at a gas station so I COULD smoke and even though he had a map.. he got lost many times. I'm pretty good with directions but he wouldn't take my advice, saying he knew the way. By the time we got to the hotel (3 hrs late to check in and I live only 4 hrs from Miami, mind you).. I was pissed, exhausted and in desperate need of a cigarette if he wanted to keep his balls.

While he checked us in, I enjoyed my cigarette and tried to talk myself out of the aggrevasion I was in. Telling myself.. at least I'll get some that night. We got to the room, settled in and he went off to shower. After he was done, I took mine an got ready for bed. He was 'too exhausted from the trip' to go anywhere to eat, so we ordered room service.

He passed out shortly after.

The next morning, I was woken up at 5:45am from the mixture of the alarm in the room, his cell phone alarm and the hotel's wake-up call all going off at the same time. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally shoved him hard enough to (almost) push him off the bed for him to get up and shut off the damn noises. I rolled back over and tried to go back to sleep. I shouldn't have been surprised (though I was) that he had started rubbing on my ass and kissing my back.. obviously wanting to get his dick wet before he left. I acted like I was fast asleep and hoped he'd give up. He didn't.. so.. I rolled over onto my back and opened my legs. He didn't object, slid inside and went at it. I have to admit.. that time he wasn't so quick, but then again.. I could have dozed off and not realized only a few minutes had passed?? (You know, when you fall asleep.. only a few minutes could feel like a few hours and a few hours could feel like a few minutes.) At any rate.. he was pleased with himself again and went off to shower. I fell back asleep and was woken up when he leaned in to give me a kiss good-bye, saying he'd be back by 12, 1 the latest. I muddered something incoherent and rolled back over.

I waited for the door to close and asked myself.. was it a mistake to come on this trip??

Progression of Aggression

He leaned in and gave me a deep passionate kiss. I was so caught up in that kiss, the kiss that was making me melt in his arms, that I barely noticed him undressing me. Before I knew it, I was standing there naked except for my panties and bra. He picked me up once again and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I loved being that close to him. I could smell his cologne and the faint smell of sweat coming from him. With 1 hand around my waist holding me, his free hand reached up and pulled my head back with a handful of hair. I moaned and pressed my pelvis as hard as I could against him. The fabric from his pants started rubbing against my clit through my panties and my back arched. Beginning ever so lightly, he kissed my neck, cheek and nibbled on my ear. I couldn't take much more teasing and began wiggling around in his arms.

Leaning forwards to him, I returned his nibbles with some of my own. Lightly biting the flesh up and down his neck by his ear. When I reached his ear, I felt his hot breath against my neck as his body responded to my licks and nibbles.

Without warning, a deep animal like grow came from him and he forcefully pulled me away from him, throwing me onto the bed. At first I thought I had done something wrong. I couldn't understand the look in his eyes. He looked angry and about to rip the place apart. I didn't know if I should just stay quiet or ask him what was wrong... I chose the ladder, or at least attempted to.

"Ummm.. what's wro..." I began but was interrupted by him pushing my legs apart and pulling down my panties. At first I was afraid, he had turned very aggressive without any warning. Did I make a HUGE mistake coming here? In all honesty.. I really didn't know him that well. I didn't try to fight him or push him away. I closed my eyes and prayed he hadn't gone nuts and snapped. I mentally slapping myself for being so careless and stupid.

His aggression turn back to passive when I felt his tongue between my legs. His licks were just as soft as his kisses were and my body began to relax again. I still had no idea what had happened but I had decided to lay back and enjoy myself. It felt like he had been in between my legs for hours. He licked and sucked and fingered and licked some more. Making my body convulse over and over again. After what seemed like an eternity, a blissful eternity I might add, my whole body was weak. The last few times I came my body was so weak I could barely move. I just laid in the same position twitching and moaning. I didn't even have the strength to pull myself up. The first thought that flew into my mind was 'Oh great! Death by orgasm!!... Is that even possible??"

I finally found the strength to speak and move slightly. I tenderly put my hand on the top of his hand and pushed him away; "No more.... I... can't take.. any more.." he chuckled and pulled himself up onto his knees. Without saying a word, he flipped me onto my stomach and spread my legs again. I let out a faint whimper silently praying he wasn't going to ignore my pleas and just continue, my girlie parts just couldn't take anymore. The time and attention he gave me was wonderful and I loved it. It was the best I had ever had and while I didn't WANT him to stop, I just needed a break. A break and some water!

While laying on my stomach, to weak to even turn my head back to see what he was doing, I felt his hands start to rub my ass and back. To my surprise, I even felt little nips on my ass as he bit me. It being my first experience, I was a little startled. My mind was saying WTF?? While my body was saying "Oh hell yea".

Just as he would bring me to the point that I felt like I would cum if he would even just BREATHE on my clit, I felt the hurt-so-good sting of a slap on my ass. That woke up my senses even more and I tried to roll over. I wanted to face him. I wanted to BEG him to fuck me. I wanted his dick in me in the worst way, but every time I tried to roll over, he'd just push me back flat onto my stomach. I spread my legs as far as I could and tried to wrap them around him while he was still behind me. I thought as long as I could do that, I could MAKE him fuck me. I would lock him into place so that he couldn't pull away. I tried and I failed. My legs just weren't long enough and the awkward way I was positioned, I couldn't get around him.

To my disappointment, he did pull away. I felt the mattress spring back from where he was sitting. I was able to turn my head enough to see that he was fumbling around trying to find the package he was carrying when he first came in. I heard a grunt as if he was annoyed then finally the sound of the bag being opened. I had no idea what was so important about finding that bag RIGHT! THEN! but soon found out. Neither of us had thought ahead this morning and evidently his little errand he ran was to pick up a 3-pack of condoms. I could hear him fighting with the package and I rested my head back on the mattress, closing my eyes. I just needed a little break. I had to catch my breath a little. This was unlike any sexual experience I ever had and he kept my senses all screwed up. I never knew what to expect next. Was he going to be sweet and sensual? Or rough and aggressive? It was all very confusing but at the same time exciting and a turn on.

I finally felt the mattress give as he came back to kneel on the bed again. I kept my eyes closed. No reason to keep them open.. it wouldn't matter. Even if I stared straight at him, I still would be caught off guard by each movement he made.

His hand found my ass again, slowly but heavily stroking and rubbing. His nibbles ensued and I was brought back to ecstasy. I felt him shift in between my legs and felt him trying to enter me. He felt MUCH better inside me than he did through his pants. The size of him made my breath catch in my throat and my eyes open wide. I had a death grip on the sheets and I had to tell myself to keep breathing. He must have known he was too big for me because he slowly moved further and further into me, not rushing or pushing too hard or fast.

The pain sent an eerie chill down my whole body and I almost screamed. Every muscle in my body constricted and I froze. Uhh.. I think I changed my mind!

He slowly withdrew all the way and waited a few seconds before re-entering me. The 2nd time I was expected it and tried to talk my muscles into relaxing. This time, he went all the way in and stayed there without moving. His hands began stroking my ass and legs and back. His silly little attempt to relax me. I felt him press his body against my back and lean on me. The closeness made me relax some more. He began kissing and biting the areas on my back and neck that had turned me on so much a few minute before. Before I knew it my body was reacting the way he planned and I was grinding against him again. He continued to stay perfectly still and let me choose the pace and force.

The more he kissed and bit me, the more turned on I became. I was moving faster and faster against his dick and I knew I was going to cum soon. My breathing was shallow and quick. My soft moans became louder and louder. Inaudible sounds were escaping my lips and I shut my eyes tightly. He wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted me slightly off the bed. That angle was better. I could push against him more and take him deeper and deeper inside me. I came violently against him. Clawing at the sheets like a rabid animal as he bit a little harder on my shoulder.

Even after I came, I didn't want to stop. I wanted to cum again and again with him inside me. I wanted to feel his big hard dick stretching me over and over again. While he still had me by the waist he flipped us over in 1 movement. I was now straddling him, facing away while his legs hung over the bed. I tucked my legs on either side of his and continued to move up and down. He sat up so his chest was pressed against my back and wrapped his arms around me. His hand searched and found my clit quickly. I spread my legs a little wider and be flicked at my clit like he was plucking the strings of a guitar. Biting my neck, playing with my clit and me bouncing on his dick made me cum again quickly.

To my astonishment, he still hadn't cum. I really wished he didn't have on a condom because I wanted to feel him cum in me. While lost in the fantasy of his cum spraying my insides, I heard him whisper in my ear; "Get on all 4's". His voice was raspy and for a minute I didn't even recognize it but obediently obeyed.

I climbed off of him and flopped over onto the bed onto my knees. He quickly followed and was entering me again. However, this time he wasn't being so gentle. His aggression returned and he grabbed me by the hips, slamming me onto his dick. I let out another moan. A mixture of pleasure and pain. He was now controlling the pace and force. I can't say I was entirely used to his size yet, but it wasn't as painful. With each pump he smacked my ass. The harder an faster he fucked me, the harder and faster the slaps came. We were both getting pretty vocal, though only occasionally were they actual words.

He was fucking me so hard I thought my head was going to snap off. I felt his body go tense behind me. He began fucking me so hard and fast that I lost my balance and fell flat onto my stomach. A minute later I heard another animal like growl and he was cumming. He collapsed on top of me and we both laid still and silent.

Sensual

**For J'et** :)

He leaned in to give me a hug and noticed my apprehension.

"What's wrong?"

"Umm.. nothing" I leaned in to return the gesture. In those quick few minutes I weighed my options. I had wanted this moment to happen since the 1st time I met him and now here I was, talking myself out of it. I knew it was wrong to be with a married man, but I wasn't listening to reason. My mind was being over run by my.. well.. 'other' emotions and those emotions won. He began to pull away but before I let him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed our bodies together giving him a deep sensual kiss. Apparently he was caught off guard because the package in his hand fell to the ground. He stood up straight while I still hung on and he picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He carried me to the sink and set me down though I wouldn't unravel my arms and legs.

Since I knew he loved me in dresses and skirts, I opted for a short mini dress that zipped in the back and it definitely was a good choice. He had full access in between my legs and took advantage of it. I couldn't control myself and I wanted him more now than I ever had before. With quick fingers I began to unbutton his shirt and eagerly trying to unbutton his pants when he grabbed my hand.

"J, take it slow. We've got all day"

I let out a sigh. I knew he was right, but that still didn't stop my yearning. The way he smelled, the way he was dressed, the fact that he was dominate in bed.. it was just too much for me but I tried to keep my impatients in check. He pulled away slightly, just enough that my legs and arms could not wrap around him and just looked at me. I had no idea WHY he was just standing there looking at me.. what did I do? Is he having the same doubts as I did? OH god... he can't change his mind now!

"WHAT?!" I exclaimed, breaking his stare

"Nothing, I just want to take all of you in" with that answer I tried to pull him back to me but he wouldn't budge.

"Umm.. you just gonna stand there and stare at me all day or what?" I was growing more impatient with this little game. He smile a crooked smile and took a step towards me again. I went to reach for him and again he pushed my hands away. I was really starting to get irritated now. Either do something or I'm leaving!! Was the thoughts going through my head. I wondered if he was a mind reader because right after that he reached up and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back to expose my neck. Chills went up and down my spine as he kissed an invisable trail from my ear down my neck. His hot breathe on my skin made my mind turn to mush. It was a good thing I was still sitting otherwise my knees would have given out on me.

He reached down and picked me up off the sink counter and carried me to the bed. If having an affair with a married man wasn't so bad, this would have been super romantic. Everything was going in slow motion and my head was spining. It felt like it took an hour just to reach the bed but I finally felt my head touch the pillow and his arms unravel from around me. I closed my eyes trying to make the spinning stop and took a deep breath.

My eyes fluttered open when I felt his hand begin to run up my leg from my ankle, stopping just before my panties. I spread my legs for him to go further instead he began at me ankle again. I was becoming even more relaxed each time, not wanting him to stop but he did. I opened my eyes fully to see him standing by the edge of the bed with his hands outstretched to me. Putting my hands into his, he pulled me from the bed to stand in front of him. I was so relaxed that my legs almost gave out on me.

He was being so sensual and gentle... I was not used to that at all. I didn't know what to expect next. Even though I'm not much of a 'romantic' person when it comes to sex, I was really starting to enjoy it. But to my surprise.. it didn't last long......

Good morning/dirty little secrets

A month had passed and no topic of meeting up again with The Personal Trainer came. We continued to chat almost daily through IM sticking to our regular flirting and what-not, but neither of us brought up the topic. Though thoughts of him touching me again were a constant him my head, I was in no rush. I knew his schedule was hectic and I also knew he was married with 2 kids, but I didn't care. I kept telling myself it wasn't my problem, it wasn't my marriage and if he was fine with it, so was I.

Since I worked a rotating shift at the hospital I always had at least 2 days off during the week. Those days him and I would occasionally talk on the phone while I did things around the house. One weekday morning my phone rang very early. It wasn't even 8am and both my cell and home phone kept ringing. Since I was asleep (I had just done about 4 days straight of 12 hr shifts), I had been ignoring both, but who ever was on the other line was intent on speaking to me. I rolled over still groggy and finally answered "What?" was my greeting to the caller.

"Now, is that any way to answer the phone?" It was the Personal Trainer on the other hand, obviously having a laugh at my greeting.

"Ughh.. it's not even 8am yet. What do you want?" I'm not the friendliest person in the morning.

He continued to laugh and told me he was already at work and bored.

"And you thought calling me was a good idea why?" O.k.. so I was being snippy.. it was early and I wasn't in the mood.

"Aww.. come on babe. Well, really.. I was just sitting here thinking about you. Want to know what I was thinking?" I could hear the smile forming on his lips through the phone

"Sure" I replied, closing my eyes again hoping this wasn't going to be a long conversation and that I could get back to sleep soon.

He proceeded to explain in great detail what he wanted to do to me. About half way through his explaination my mind became fully awake and my body started to respond to his words.

"Ohhh" was the only word I could form. Just the thought of his words, they were making me wish he was in my bed at that moment.

"Can we meet up?" His question caught me of guard but I was eagerly said yes. Instead of him coming to my apartment, we decided to meet up at a hotel. He said he'd make the arrangements and call back, giving me time to jump in the shower and get ready.

20 minutes and a quick shave of the girly parts later, my phone rang and it was him. We were meeting at 10am at a hotel not far from his place. He had decided to tell work that he had some personal business he had to take care of and needed to leave shortly. That gave me a little longer to sit and anticipate our first real time together. By 9am, I couldn't wait any longer and left my apartment, taking the long way to the hotel. Even with my efforts to prolong my trip, I made it there in 20 minutes. I had just enough time to finish a cigarette when I saw him pull in and park. Walking over to my car, the sight of him gave me butterflies in my stomach. I didn't know if I was nervous, anxious, scared or what. We greeted eachother warmly and he said he'd be back in a few minutes after he checked in and got the room number. True to his word, he was back out fairly quickly and he handed me the room key asking me to go inside and that he'd meet me in there in a bit.

I gathered my things and walked into the hotel while I saw his car leaving the parking lot. I had no idea where he was going or why and I didn't ask. I found the room with ease and settled in as much as I could. I was still very nervous and I couldn't sit still. I didn't know if I should be sitting/laying on the bed when he returned or should I sit in the (uncomfortable) couch, or in a chair? I opted for the bed and found some mind-numbing show to watch. What seemed like an hour, though it was only 15 minutes, a knock at the door told me he had returned.

Taking 1 more deep breath, I opened the door and knew it was now or never. Though I wanted him badly, could I really go through with this? Knowing he had a wife and kids... could I really be 'the other woman'? What's going to happen once this was over today? What kind of relationship could we ever really have? He already made it clear he wouldn't leave his wife.. so where did that leave me?

Could I really be O.K. with being his dirty little secret?

A rainy Saturday morning

Though I couldn't get the Personal Trainer out of my head, I didn't want to seem too eager so I didn't bring up the topic of us getting together again. I wanted to feel him out and see if he would. A few weeks later we were chatting on a slow Friday afternoon and he asked if we could meet for breakfast the following morning. Now, I'm not much of a morning person by ANY means but the thought of another food 'date' with him sounded enticing.

To my surprise, he suggested a park about 15 min from my house.. at 7:30am. He wouldn't give me many details, just show up and he'll have everything else covered. Of course, throughout the chat we flirted constantly, telling each other what we wanted to do, how we wanted to do it, and talked a little about fantasies.

The next morning I rolled out of bed and got dressed. Since it was already warm out, I decided on a light summer dress and sandals. Seeing how pale I looked that early in the morning, I threw on some make-up and headed for the door. I arrived at the park early and to my surprise he was already there. His car was parked off to the side surround by tress and the rest of the park seemed empty this early. I pulled up behind him and he greeted me as I got out.

"Morning, babe" he greeted me while leaning in for a hug.

"Morning.. hmm.. you smell good" He scent was intoxicating

"I thought we could have a picnic, but it looks like it's going to storm soon" he looked up to the sky and I followed his eyes. The sky was already turning a murky gray and the clouds were heavy. "Want to try and if we get rained out we can just sit in the car?"

I nodded in agreement and he pulled a blanket, and 2 bags from his backseat. We found a nice patch of grass not too far from the car in case we needed to make a quick run for cover, and spread the blanket out. He remembered my favorite breakfast and pulled out a still warm bagel with cream cheese from 1 bag and some juice from another. We sat on the blanket enjoying our breakfast talking and flirting. His hand occasionally running up and down my inner thigh. His touch alone made me wet and I wanted to pounce on him. To roll him onto his back and straddle him. Have his heads explore my body... but of course.. we were in a public park, so I didn't.

It wasn't long until we heard the first rumble of thunder and the rain come soon after. We quickly gathered up our things and made a mad dash for his car. He turned on the radio as we laughed about bring drenched so quickly. In the middle of my sentence he interrupted me, kissing me so deeply it took my breath away.

Because he was just a large guy and he didn't drive a spacious vehicle, we didn't have much room to move around in the front. After much difficulty we decided to jump in the backseat where we'd have some room to stretch out. Trying not to get even more drenched than we already were, we quickly exited the front and ran to the backseat. As soon as the doors closed, we were all over each other.

His right hand pulling up my dress while his left hand found my nipple with ease and began to pinch it. I didn't know how far we were going to go, since it was still a cramped space but mostly because we were in public and anyone who would walk by could see what we were doing. Thanks to the humid morning and the rain, the car windows started to fog almost immediately. I reached down to feel his dick growing harder with each kiss. And it kept growing further and further down his leg. The thought of his big hard dick made me even more wet than his wondering hands and I badly wanted him in me. I wanted to suck his dick until he exploded all over my face. I wanted to feel his big hard throbbing dick stretching my insides. I went into a frenzy, grabbing his shirt and pulling him towards me. I groped at his pants, trying to rip the off his body.

"Easy" he moaned into my ear as he nippled the lobe

"I want you.. I want you in me.."

"Take your time, J. No need to rush"

I let out an exasperated sigh. I didn't know how I was going to keep myself from raping this man in his car in this public park.

His hand crept up my inner thigh and danced on the cotton from my panties between my legs. He could tell I was already soaking wet, and it wasn't from the rain. His fingers slid my panties to 1 side and I felt his middle finger just barely glide over my clit, flicking it ever so lightly. I pushed against his hand but he pulled away. There was an aching in my body and it was progressively getting worse. By this point, I didn't care HOW I came.. I just wanted to cum.

He slid his hand back under my panties and in 1 swift movement, he grazed my clit and slid and finger inside me. That feeling alone made my back arch. I clung to him tighter, wanting his body to envelope me. I had moved closer to him and was sitting on his lap, facing him. He leaned me back against the backside of the driver's seat and with his free hand pulled the neck of my dress down. Exposing my nipple, he began pinching and sucking on them while his other hand still fingered me. Moving in sync with his hand I rode his finger as if it were another dick. The bonus part of that was, his finger could bend and find my g-spot faster. I could feel my body begin to tense and I knew I was about to cum. He must have felt it too because he let go of my nipple and reached down with that hand. While 1 hand finger fucked me, the other flicked my clit. I came almost instantly, exploding all over his hands and lap.

I assumed that would be the end of our morning picnic dessert, but I was wrong. Before I had the chance to even recover from that powerful orgasm, he pushed me back against the driver seat again and spread my legs. Pushing a lever with his foot, the front seat slid and angled forward, giving me a chance to recline. Still straddling him, he cupped my ass in his hands and elevated me. My feet rested on either side of his head and he spread my legs once again. Pushing my panties over to the side, he leaned in and I felt the unmistakably feel of his hard tongue licking me. His hands still firmly holding my ass, he maneuvered me so that I was fully exposed to his tongue. Alternating from licking my clit to fucking me with his tongue, to fingering me and licking my clit, it's no wonder that I came again so soon and so hard.

He continued until I came 3 more times and it was only when I pushed him away that he stopped. I was exhausted and my body was sore. My muscles had tensed so greatly that my whole body ached. I slid back down onto this lap and he just smiled as he pulled me in for a hug.

He had a 9:30 appointment so not long after we parted ways and I went back home. I took a shower and slid back into bed. With a breakfast like that, I definately needed a nap now.

The Personal Trainer

I originally met The Trainer online. We were both screwing around 1 day in a chat room when both of us should have been working and we just started talking. We had a few things in common and best of all, we lived in the same city.

At the time, he was trying to get his own business started as a personal trainer while still keeping a regular 9-5 job as a computer tech. His family was from Jamaica and he was 1st generation born in the U.S. He grew up in N.Y. and eventually became a cop then a detective. (yes.. as you can see... I have a thing for cops lol) After doing that for many years, he relocated to Florida and gave up the force.

To say he was a big guy doesn't even begin to explain it. He was 6'6 and all muscle.. and gorgeous!! We would occasionally chat online when we were bored or wanted to slack off at work (and of course swapped pics), but never made plans to meet up. One day I was at a friends place hanging out with her and her roommates when I mentioned him by name. My friend's roommate started asking me questions and we quickly realized that she worked for the same company he did and that she knew him, which we all thought was funny. Such a small world.

It was many months before him and I finally decided to meet. I arrived at the resturant early for our lunch meeting and got a table. The seater sat me at a small 2 person booth and walked away. A few minutes later he walked in wearing a white linen suit that contrasted his dark complexion. I couldn't believe he was more gorgeous in person than he was in his pic, not to mention a hell of a lot more built too! I stood as he approached and we hugged. I felt like a child next to him. I'm only 5'2" and he was more than a foot taller and I. Watching him try to squeeze into the small booth made me laugh.

Lunch went by quickly with just enough conversation to be stimulating. At one point, he reached down and grabbed my leg, putting me feet in his lap. He pushed off my heels and began rubbing my feet and legs. Great food, great conversation, great company and a great foot massage! How could it get any better??

Before we knew it, we had sat there for 4 hours just talking and flirting. Acting like those stupid irritating couples you see out in public that you just want to slap. We fed each other dessert, flirted over appetizers and by the end of the date we were rubbing on each other under the table.

He had a 5:30 personal trainer appointment so we got the check, paid and walked outside. Like the gentleman he was, he walked me to my car and leaned in for a kiss. What started as a gentle sweet kiss quickly turned into borderline softcore porn in the parking lot. He pinned me against the door, deeply kissing me. His hands ran up my leg and under my pin-stripped dress. I could feel his hardened dick pressing against my leg and I breathed deeply. I badly wanted him right then and there. His hand spread my legs and he repositioned himself infront of me and his fingers rubbed my clit through my panties. I fought the urge to wrap my legs around him and grind against his hard dick.

He reached up with his free hand and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back to kiss my neck. Chills ran up and down my spine. I love a dominate lover. Breathlessly he whispered he had to go, but would see me soon and walked away. I stood there trying to collect myself. My breathing was irregular, my heart was beating a mile a minute, my body was shaking and my head was cloudy. No one had EVER made me feel that way before by just a few kisses.

I couldn't wait to see him again and I wondered if sex with him would be just as thrilling as this encounter had been.

The cop X2

The cop and I were having another 1 of our bi-weekly 'meetings' at our hotel when his phone rang again. Now normally, when I'm with a guy I expect their phones to be turned off or at least on silence. However, since he was a cop and sometimes was on call, I understood.

He grabbed the phone and looked at the caller ID, it was his friend the Deputy again. He always seemed to call when we were together. I was kneeling infront of him giving him head while he sat in a chair and he asked if he could answer it. He thought it would be funny to talk to his buddy while kicking back having me suck his dick as he played pinched my nipples. I really didn't care so I said sure.

"Hey man, what's up" he greeted the Deputy. "Not much man, just kicked back while J's blowin' me.. yea man seriously! She is!... You wanna ask her yourself? She's right here"

He motioned me to take the phone but I wouldn't and replied loud enough for the Deputy to hear; "It's not polite to talk with someone in my mouth" and I heard the Deputy laugh. They continued their conversation but I wasn't paying much attention until I heard, "I don't know, I'll ask her and let you know. I'll talk to you later, bye" and he hung up.

"What are you wanting to ask me?" I asked while I used my hand instead of my mouth

"He was wondering, well.. we were both wondering.. how would you feel about a 3-some with both of us?"

"Oh.. umm.. I don't know. I've never met him before"

"Well, what if he swung by tonight so you could meet him?"

"I guess that would be alright. Do you want me to finish you now? Or wait til later?"

"Let me see where he's at, if he's close you can finish later"

He called the Deputy back and as luck would have it, he was only 5 minutes away. We got redressed and the Deputy knocked a few minutes later.

"J, this is the Deputy.. Deputy, this is J"

"Nice to meet you, J"

"Yes, you too." I didn't know what else to say so I went and sat on the bed facing the T.V. The 2 of them talked for a few minutes about work and other things while I tried to find something interesting on the T.V. Unfortunately, nothing good was on and as I turned back to the 2 cops, I found they were both staring at me.

"What?"

All smiles they replied in unison, "Nothing"

"So.. I know you just met him, but what if he just watched us for a bit and if you're comfortable enough either he can join in or maybe some other time. It's your call."

"Yea, that's fine."

"Just let me know if you want me to join in, otherwise I'll just watch. But.. would you mind if I watched from a little closer? Like from on the bed?"

"That's fine"

And with that, the Cop walked over to where I was sitting and began to undress me. I was a little nervous at first, this was the 1st time I KNEW someone was actually watching, instead of being involved. But before long, I had almost forgot that the Deputy was even there.

The Cop laid on his back in the center of the bed and I knew it was my que to go down on him again. Completely naked, I crawled in between his legs and started licking his balls as my hand stroked his still hard dick. Moving slowly I made my way up to his dick and began licking and sucking it. We changed positions shortly afterwards and I was now on all 4's, facing the headboard. His fingers slid in and out of my wet pussy and I was begging him to fuck me. The Deputy moved onto the bed beside my head and watched me. The cop removed his fingers and slide his rock hard dick in me. Just like every time, I winched from the sheer size of him.

"Would you mind if I jacked off while I watch?" The cop leaned over and asked

"Not at all" I breathlessly replied

The Cop had picked up pace and was now fucking me fast and hard. Shivers were going up and down my spine and I was about to cum. The cop slowed his pace and it prolonged my orgasm and it made me ache. I looked over at the Deputy and he was slowly stroking his own dick... when I saw that, I knew I wanted him in my mouth right then. I crawled over a little closer and pushed his own hand out of the way, grabbing his dick and shoving it in my mouth.

"Whoa!" he exclaimed, a little surprised that I attacked him, I guess

"Hmm.. you don't mind, do you?" I asked and he chuckled, "Fuck no"

I didn't waste time doing it slow or licking and sucking on his balls. I just wanted his dick. Wanted it to fill my mouth as the Cop fucked me hard and fast. The Deputy quickly caught on, the faster and harder the Cop fucked me, the faster I sucked dick, the slower the Cop fucked me, the slower I sucked.

Instead of me asking for it harder and faster, the Deputy controlled the pace "Fuck her fast man, she loves it.." He almost yelled to the Cop.

As if in a frezy, the Cop grabbed onto my hips and began to pound me. Responding to his thrusts, I grabbed the Deputy's dick and began licking and sucking at an alarming rate. I came hard within seconds. The deputy pulled out of my mouth and came all over my face. When the Cop saw my creamed face, he thrusted 1 last time and came too.

We all collapsed on the bed in silence, not knowing what to say. Finally, the Deputy broke the silence; "Damn.. that was intense"

"Yea, told you she was fun"

I didn't know if that was a compliment or if I should be a little insulted. Fun? The best word he could come up with was FUN???????? I didn't think any more about it and drifted off to a exhausted but happy nap.

Con't. of keepin' it in the family

We didn't know what to do. We were in a very awkward position, well, I was anyway. We just stared at each other for a minute and before we replied to the knock we heard: "Hey Ron! You in there??"

We both sighed in relief, it was only John knocking.

"Yea, man, be right out" Ron answered as we began to fumble with our clothes, which isn't easy to do in a small little 2 door car while drunk.

We quickly got dressed as best we could and stepped out. John just stood there staring, I could tell he was trying not to laugh and my foggy tequila brain wouldn't function fast enough to make a smart ass comment.

"J, are you O.K.? Girl.. you are DDRRRUUUNNKKK"

I giggled, "Umm.. yea.. I think I'm alright. I better just head home."

"Ohhh no.. you can't drive being that drunk. Here, come inside for a bit to try to sober up some."

And with that, we all went inside the house. It was dark and I tripped over everything my feet touched. Eventually we made it to John's bedroom without making too much noise to disturb the other roommates. Once inside, I collapsed on the bed. I was so tired I just wanted to sleep. Ron however, had another idea. Apparently he wanted to finish what we started in the car.

He laid on the bed next to me and snuggled up to my back. His lips quickly found a spot on my neck that made me more awake and I rolled over to face him, turning my back to John who was fiddling with something in his closet... but I didn't care enough to ask what it was.

A few minutes of kissing and exploring eachother with our hands, John interupted us; "Hey J, do you mind if I fuck my blow up doll while you're here?"

Umm.. WHAT?! Was this man joking? Seriously?? "uhh.. I don't care.. I'm a little busy here anyway" I replied with a chuckle as I made my way down Ron's chest to his rock hard dick. Carefully and slowly, I grabbed Ron's dick with my hand and began lightly flicking the underside of his dick with my tongue. My other hand began massaging his balls, rolling them around in my palm. A gasp escaped his mouth and he gently rested his hand on my head, playing with my hair. I got a tighter grasp of his dick and pulled it towards his chest, making his balls rise also and like licking a popsicle I licked from the bottom of his balls to the tip of his dick. He was getting more vocal now, so I knew he was enjoying it. Slowly I leaned up and licked around the head of his dick lightly, taking my time to actually put him in my mouth but when I did he grabbed a handful of my hair and his whole body tensed. Finally placing his dick in my mouth, I twirled my tongue around the head while sucking him.. in and out of my mouth.

I heard a noise to the left of me and wondered what it was.. John's closet was to the right. I glanced over and saw John standing there looking down at us. I was about to ask him what he wanted when he reached down and began massaging Ron's balls. WHAT!? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? My brain thought, though I was still groggy from the shots I chose to ignore it.

John let go of Ron's balls and walked back down to the bottom of the bed and I felt his hand start to rub my ass over my jeans. I have to admit, it did feel nice and he WAS hot, so I didn't push him away. I heard more tinkering going on from behind me, but like everything else, I chose to ignore that too.

Then I felt his other hand reach down between my legs and start to rub my pussy. My panties were already wet from what happened in the car and it was quickly seeping through my jeans... and he noticed.

"Take these off" He whispered, and I obeyed. I stopped giving Ron head long enough to strip down naked and went back to kneeling between his legs, with my ass in the air towards John. The room was very dim and with so many hands in the room, it was hard to tell who was touching me, but it all felt wonderful. A hand reached down and began flicking my clit, slow at first making me even more wet than I already was. John slipped in a finger, then I felt his tongue and I came almost instantly. He pulled his finger out and leaned over to have Ron lick it. Their 'closeness' normally would have bothered me, but the alcohol and the fact that I was about to have a 3 some with 2 VERY VERY hot guys..well.. that was just 1 more thing added to the ignore list.

I was still licking and sucking on Ron's dick when I felt John enter me from behind. His dick was much bigger than Ron's and it stretched my insides in a wonderful-pain type of way. I couldn't help but rock back and forth against his dick while taking Ron all the way into my mouth. Ron was about to cum so he pulled me off of his dick and up closer to him so I could straddle him. I wasn't sure how this was going to work.. was I now going to blow John while Ron fucked me? Hell.. was John going to fuck Ron while Ron fucked me?? I was confused but decided not to ask questions and just go with the flow.

Ron entered me for the 2nd time that night and though he wasn't as thick as John, he was longer. I felt the head of his dick begin to bounce off my g-spot and I my whole body tensed. It was 1 of the best feelings I had ever had. He began to pound faster and faster against my g-spot and I came hard. My whole body shook and I collasped ontop of him. He was still very hard so he continued but at a slower pace. Then I felt a hand reach around me and begin to play with my clit again. OMG! I WAS IN HEAVEN!! If this is how 3-somes normally are.. I want it ALL THE TIME!

I was about to cum again when Ron whispered "Not yet, slow it down some" to John. In return, John flicked my clit so lightly I could barely feel while I begged him to touch it more. Instead, John stopped touching me all together. I turned my head to see why, and saw he was climbing on the bed. I didn't know what he was going to do, but found out when I felt his dick slide into my ass slowly. I had never had anal sex before so it was DEFINATELY a shock. Instinctively, I tried to lean away, but Ron grabbed my shoulders to steady me.

"It's O.K., just relax and it won't hurt. Trust us, you're gonna love it"

Since I had never tried it before, I was willing to give in and see. I leaned down and put my head on Ron's chest as he started to rub my back. I had to give them some credit, at least they were being nice and gentle about it. John continued to enter me slowly, not even an inch at a time while he leaned over again to play with my clit. That definately helped me relax some and get my mind off of it. I didn't even realize John was all the way in until Ron started moving in and out of me again. Ron kissed and sucked on my nipples, John played with my clit while they both fucked me. I was thankful they were going easy, but with all the stimulation, I was ready to cum again and began to move faster on Ron's dick, which in turn made John move faster. I was so wet it was running down my leg and onto Ron's balls, but just as I was about to cum John pulled out.

"What? What's wrong?" I asked as we all stopped.

"Nothing, roll over onto your side" John replied

I moved off of Ron and laid on my side in the middle of the bed. Ron was facing me and John crawled up behind me, lifting my leg so he could re-enter. I badly wanted Ron in me again and tried to pull him near but he pulled away and crawled down near the bottom of the bed. Being caught up in the moment, I didn't look where Ron was going but felt his tongue on my clit. Yet again, before I was able to cum, he pulled away. This seriously was starting to piss me off.

Ron moved back up to where I was laying and entered me finally. We got back into the same rhythm and I knew they were about to cum. Seconds later, we all came at the same time,it felt like an explosion went off inside me. The guys fell asleep soon after and I waited about 30 minutes before I got up and got dressed to leave. I was definately more sober than I was when I arrived, but I was also a hell of a lot more tired now too!

The following weekend, I decided to stop by their house once more. As I got out of my car and started walked towards the house a guy came around the side of a van parked in the drive-way, scaring the shit out of both of us.

"Whoa! Shit! You scared me!"

Laughing, "Ohh.. I'm sorry. I was looking for Ron and John"

"Oh, they're in the back in the pool house. Hey.. you look familiar.. do I know you?"

"Umm.. no, I don't think so."

"Sure I do. I KNOW I've seen you before"

"Well, I was at the bar last weekend with them, were you there, too?"

"No, I sure wasn't. Hmm.. I know I've seen you before!"

I just shrugged, I had no idea who this guy was.

"OHH!! Now I know where I've seen you! You're the chick in that video they made last weekend!! By the way.. nice!"

"WHAT?????? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!? WHAT FUCKING VIDEO!??" Man, I was pissed.

"You know, the video you made with them last weekend. Where you started off sucking Ron off, then John joined in. You had to know the video was going, it was right behind you"

I stormed off pissed. So THAT'S what he kept tinkering with! UGH! Assholes!!

Keepin' it in the family

It was mid 1999. After living on my own for 2 yrs (and a few horrible experiences with roommates and a bad break-up with my fiance.. will explain that in another post) I decided to move back in with my parents. Once I was back on my own stomping grounds, I fell in with my old crowd.

It was a Thursday night and a few of my friends invited me out to a small party at a pier after dark. I showed up and realized I only knew my 2 girl friends, but didn't know anyone else. As I was introduced around, I noticed a blonde-haired, blue-eyed cutie sitting by himself on a piece of driftwood. Making a mental note to ask about him later, I continued working my way around saying hi. Not 5 minutes later, I see another blonde-haired, blue-eyed cutie who looked almost exactly like the 1st one I saw. I finally decided to ask my friend who they were, and she told me they were twins; Duwayne and wayne. I thought to myself how funny it was for 2 VERY white guys to have such an urban name. My friend went on to tell me that they were the oldest of 5 boys. Ron, who was also there (and hotter than any of them), looked just like them and was only a few years younger. But the 2 youngest boys were currently in jail. Ron had brought his friend John, who could have easily passed as another brother. All 4 boys were blonde, but their body styles varied greatly.

While Duwayne and Wayne were only about 5'8" with a thin frame, Ron and his friend John were over 6ft tall and very muscular. The twins were always found off to side from everyone while Ron and John were the life of the party.

Before the night was over, I struck up a conversation with Duwayne, he was super shy but I found that attractive. With in the week we were dating and within a month we had broken up. His twin, Wayne, while he shared the shyness that Duwayne had, he wasn't AS shy and we seemed to have more in common. Duwayne would disappear sometimes with out telling anyone where he was for days. I would come by to pick him up for our date or to go to a party and he'd be gone but Wayne was there. We began spending more time together before we realized it, we were dating. Duwayne didn't mind, as he had already gotten back together with his ex.

What I DIDN'T know about Wayne, was that he was an alcoholic. 26 years old and already addicted to the bottle. Every time we'd hang out, it was at a bar. Ron and John frequented bars often as well, so a lot of the time we all would hang out. Though I wasn't old enough to drink, they would sneak me in anyway. It didn't take long for the bar scene to wear on me. I was tired of each and every date being at the bar. We never would go out and do anything else.

1 night, we were at our 'regular' bar; me, Wayne, Ron and John. A friend of theirs was in a band and they were playing that night. Within a few hours, Wayne was so drunk he was begining to get sick and asked me to drive him home. Ron noticed how irritated I was and said to call if I wanted to come back after I dropped Wayne off. I figured I would just go home, I wasn't having much fun anyway.

The car ride to Wayne's place was only 5 minutes away but throughout the whole ride all Wayne did was puke. He wouldn't let me pull over to let him puke on the side of the road, but at least he was nice enough to roll down the window and splatter it on the side of my car (ugh). Needless to say, I was SUPER pissed by the time I got to his house so instead of dropping him off at HIS place, I went 1 street over and dropped him off. He was so drunk he didn't even realize and I left him passed out on someone else's lawn.

I decided to go back to the bar to see if Ron and/or John could help me get the puke off me car even though it was after midnight, I didn't want it stuck to my car all night long. I called Ron and he met me outside in the parking lot. After many bottles of water and some soap from the bathroom, my car was at least clean on the passenger side. Afterwards, he invited me back in for some pool and I went. I don't know what came over me that night, but I kept having them order shots of Tequila for me. Near closing time I was so drunk I could hardly stand up straight and told the guys I was going home. Ron asked if I could give him a ride back to his and John's place b/c John wanted to stay longer but he was ready to leave as well.. so I did.

We pulled up at their house, only to realize he didn't have his house key. Him and John had rode together to the bar in John's car and Ron hadn't grabbed his own keys. He asked me to stick around until John got home, which should be within an hr. I decided it was probably best since I was too drunk to drive at the moment and getting a little sleep would probably do me some good. Sleep didn't come though. I don't know if it was the alcohol or the fact that I thought he was gorgous, but we were all over each other. In my little 2 door sports car, we were going at it like a bunch of rabbits. He leaned over and slide his hand down the front of my jeans, rubbing gingerly on my clit, I unzipped his jeans and began stroking his growing dick. I came 1st and he pulled my jeans the rest of the way off, my shirt now up around my neck. I climbed over onto his seat as he reclined and straddled him. I leaned back and rested my back against the dash as he reached down and found my clit once again. I put both of my feet on the seat and spread my legs so that he could control the pace. We were getting faster and faster, the windows were all fogged up and we both were about to come when we heard a knock on the passenger window. We froze.

OMG! WHO IS IT? I hoped to God it wasn't the cops! We were SO busted!!

He came with a bang

The bi-weekly meetings with The Cop continued and while I enjoyed the sex greatly, my body was begining to feel the after effects from his large dick. I couldn't sit comfortably and surely couldn't wear a thong most of the time. A break came when he told me that he and his family were going on vacation for a few weeks, but that he definately wanted to see me as soon as he got back. Relieved that I was going to be able to heal up a bit, I promised to make time for him when he returned.

As promised, the night he returned I recieved a phone call from him. He wanted to meet up that night and I agreed. An hour later I was pulling up to our regular meeting place, the hotel. I checked in, got to the room and texted him to let him know I was there. 10 minutes later his familiar knock was at the door.

No sooner had I opened the door he began to pull every shred of clothing off me. I was little taken back but quickly got into the swing of things.

"God I miss your body" he whispered to me as we made our way to the bed

"hmmm... I've missed yours too" I replied, as my hand slid down to his zipper and I grabbed a handful of hard dick.

There was no time for foreplay... he tossed me on the bed like I was a weightless rag doll. He hadn't even taken off his clothes, but instead just unzipped his pants, opened the flap of his boxers and entered me. I let out a gasp and my fingers dug into his shirt. God! That hurt!!

Just as I was getting used to his size again, he pulled out and flipped me over onto my stomach. While this is my favorite position, his size sometimes made it a bit uncomfortable. He was pounding me like a jackhammer and I started to crawl away. The pain was getting a little hard to handle.

When I started crawling away from his monsterous dick, he came. He came so hard he push me into the headboard and I let out a moan.

"Shit! You O.K.???" He asked, trying to catch his breath

"umm.. yea I think so" I crawled out from under him, rubbing the top of my head. While in my past I had head injuries before.. never once was it from sex. I prayed I wouldn't pass out or need stitches. How the hell was I gonna explain THAT to the ER Doc?

"Can you turn the light on to see if I'm bleeding? It hurts like a bitch"

After he turned on the light, he was gracious enough to check for any open wounds or bumps.

"Nahh.. you're not bleeding, but it's already turning into a goose-egg"

"Ohh just great!! Thnks a lot you ass!! You could have given me a damn concusion!!" I said, half laughing half serious.

"Oh baby, I'm sorry!! I'll go grab some ice from down the hall"

He quickly dressed and left with the bucket in hand. I laid there still naked wondering if I SHOULD go to the hospital. He came back shortly with ice and a bag. I watched him load the bag of ice and bring it over, carefully placing it on my head.

"I'm so sorry! I don't know what got into me! Are you sure you're O.K.?"
He said, trying to stiffle a laugh. I wanted to slap the shit out of him right then.

"It's fine. You didn't try to knock me out on purpose.." I trailed off

"Let me make it up to you"

"And how's that?" I asked rolling back over onto my back trying to keep the ice in place.

Without any words he slid down the bed and parted my legs. His tongue slowly licked my lips and I was starting to forget about my near-concusion experience. He found my clit and lapped at it like a hungry animal, inserting 2 fingers inside of me at the same time. I dropped the ice too caught up in the moment and came hard against his face.

I drifted off to sleep with a smile. A smile and a pounding headache.

The First Real Meeting

A week and a few phone calls later, The Cop and I agreed to meet on his side of town. Neither of us could hang out at our places so we decided on meeting at a hotel. I got there early a lot earlier than he did so I decided to check in and wait for him inside.

15 minutes later I was unlocking the hotel room door. It was completely dark and smelled musty so the 1st thing I did was turn on the a/c full blast. The more time clicked by, the more nervous I got. It wasn't long when my phone started ringing, The Cop calling to say he was in the parking lot. I gave him the room number and my stomach began doing flips. I don't know why I was so nervous, but I was jumping out of my skin.

It seemed like only seconds later that there was a knock at the door. Looking through the peephole I saw him standing there and swung the door open. He immediately gave me a huge bear hug and stepped inside, looking around. "Hmm.. I thought this place would be better looking inside. The outside makes you think it's really nice. If I had known it was like this, I would have never suggested it. I'm sorry"

"Don't worry about. Not like I'm going to be staying here all night. It'll serve it's purpose." With that, I closed the door, knowing the time was now and there was no going back.

He sat down at the foot of the bed, facing the T.V and I sat across from him on the side. Neither of us said anything for a good 5 minutes. We just stared at the T.V., not saying anything or looking at eachother.

He cleared his throat, "So.."

"Yea.." It was obvious we were both nervous and didn't know how to start. He stood up and began shutting off the lights in the room, but turned on the bathroom light. He walked back into the room and sat very close to me, "Just so you know, I don't kiss on the mouth."

"Me either. It's too personal and it's not like we're... well.. you know dating or anything"

"I'm glad we both understand." He answered as he began to kiss my neck. His hands started wondering underneath my shirt, pulled it off and unhooked my bra. We layed back against the bed and I could feel him getting hard against my leg. His hands and mouth explored by body inch by inch. His mouth settling on my nipple, his hand unbuttoning my jeans.

I was completely naked, though he still had on all of his clothes. I wanted to feel his flesh against mine so I began stripping him. His phone starting ringing and we both froze. Thoughts ran through my head wondering if it was his wife calling wondering where he was. What if something happened? What if his baby was sick? I looked up at him and told him he better check it, just to make sure. Thankfully, it wasn't her, it was his friend, a The Deputy. He put the phone back on the night stand and we picked up where we left off.

His fingers found my most sensitive spots and I came fast. I rolled him over onto his back and continued undressing him. I pulled his jeans and boxers off as he threw his shirt across the room. Kneeling beside him, I grabbed his dick and began massaging it. The more I touched it, the more I licked and sucked it, the harder he got. I could tell he was about to cum and looked up at him, waiting for a sign. Did he want me to finish him this way or were we going to fuck?

His answer came by pulling me up and pushing me on my back. I expected him to enter me, but instead he kissed my body some more while inserting 2 fingers and flicking my clit. I came again and by now was begging him to fuck me. He rolled me onto my stomach and pulled me up to my knees. If I was expecting a slow start, I was mistaken. He entered with so much force I fell back onto my stmoach. He was so large, it hurt like hell. But.. it was a hurt so good kind of pain. I knew from giving him head the week before how large he was. But seeing it and actually having it IN you were 2 totally different things. His dick was so large it felt like I was being stretched to hell and back. He pulled me back to my knees, grabbing me by the hips and pounded. Chills ran over my body and my back arched. Grabbing a handfull of my hair, pulling my head back, he leaned down and kissed my neck. I was already covered in sweat and my breathing was shallow and quick. His other hand reached under and began flicking my clit. I came again. I knew I was moaning loud so I burried my face in a pillow. His grunting became louder as well and I could hear what sounded like a growl begin forming in his chest. Out of nowhere, I felt a slap and my ass stung. That instantly made me whip my head up and push back against him, getting into a synched rhythm.

Once more, a slap to my ass, he pulled my hair, pulling me harder against him as he let out a long deep moan. He collapsed ontop of me, pushing me back down flat. I rolled out from underneath him and we laid in silence, trying to collect ourselves.

"Jesus! Fuck..." He sighed

"Yea.. no shit" I replied as we both drifted off to a post-sex nap.