Jamaica Pt. 2

Mel and I changed into long t-shirts and got comfortable on the patio. We had the best view! Our hotel came out of the side of a mountain and overlooked the ocean. It was perfect and I never wanted to leave.

Mel started telling me her story: After they left our room, they headed down to the dance club and had a few more drinks. He was normally the bartender there, but he had the night off. The club was pretty empty since it was so late. There were a few still left, nursing a beer or 2, tryin' to hit on the single ladies hoping to get some action. Mel and Cuba Gooding, Jr.'s mini-me drank, danced, flirted.. then drank and flirted some more. He showed her around the club.. though I don't really see what there was to actually 'show' her. It was a club.. it had a bar, a dance floor, tables.. and upstairs more tables and chairs. Simple. I saw the club the following night.. there wasn't anything special about it. Not to me anyway.

Apparently I didn't get the same 'tour' as she did. Her tour consisted off basically the same thing.. bar, dance floor, upstairs.. tables, chairs.. sex on the stairs. Yep! You read that correctly. On the STAIRS! In the middle of a club.. that was STILL open! STILL had ppl in it! Ok.. I've been adventurist but wow.. not that much! I don't really like ppl *watching* me have sex... well.. not unless I plan on inviting them to join eventually. She gave me the 'dirty' details, which I will spare you since it's her story (and privacy). I also shared my story and we sat up past the sunrise laughing, comparing men, details and smoking more cigarettes than we should have.

I woke up hot, stiff and confused. Where the fuck was I and why was I so damn hot. Did the A/C bust in the room? They were SOOOO gonna fix that ASAP or we were changing rooms. And why was it so goddamn bright? Didn't I tell Mel to shut the blinds before going to bed? Wait.. DID we ever go to bed?? I finally opened my eyes. Nope. We were STILL sitting in those plastic shitty chairs on the balcony. It was bright as hell out.. my head started instantly pounding.. I was sweating thru the t-shirt and my body was locked in the sitting position. I tried to call Mel to wake her up too.. knowing she was gonna be in as much pain as I was but she wouldn't stir. I was stuck in the chair and moving hurt like a bitch. I was able to grab the plastic water bottle I had downed earlier and threw it at her. Surprisingly.. smacking her in the face didn't wake her, but when the bottle hit the wall and slammed to the ground it did. She made the same moans I did, looked just as confused as I did and looked like she was in the same pain. Good.. misery loves company lol.

Eventually we were able to peel ourselves off the chairs and walk.. which looked more like a crab than a human. We finally showered, got dressed and headed down for food. We were so hung over we couldn't even walk straight and I wanted to kill the midget in my head with his stupid hammer. The rest of the day we spent napping or down at the pool. By nightfall we were feeling better and went back down to the pool as we heard some people our age partying. Shortly after getting there, we struck up a conversation with some trucker that was down there on vacation. He had a shitload of Jamaican pot on him and asked us if we wanted to smoke together. Of course we said yes and headed up to his room with fresh drinks in our hand. The thought that this guy was some crazy vacation-murdering freak never crossed our minds... thank God he wasn't. We hung out in his room (which was just a few doors down from our room) for a little bit, smoked some, he gave us some as he was leaving the next day and couldn't bring it back with him.

We got up to leave and almost fell right on our faces. We had smoked plenty of 'American' weed before.. but this shit!?!? OMFG We stumbled back to our room, changed clothes and collasped on our beds. I couldn't even tell you what time it was, but the sun was far from coming up.

The next morning I woke up in a puddle of my own drool. Sexy, I know lol. Sitting up made me dizzy and I swore the room was tilted.

I was still stoned. I looked at the clock and it was 2pm. 2-fucking-pm!! WTF?! I just lost like 12 hrs. and was STILL stoned! WTF was IN that weed? I crawled out of bed and went to hers. I had to find out if she was just as fucked up as I was.

She was. We were confused, stoned, hungry and hung over again. Time to sit on the balcony, drink juice (coffee for her), smoke (cigarettes!! not the weed) and figure out our plans for the day.

Jamaica part 1

**This is for SweetCanadian**

Early 2000 my friend, Mel, won tickets for 2, all expenses paid, at an all enclusive resort in Jamiaca. She originally was taking her live-in boyfriend but about 2 months before the trip they broke up and she asked me to go instead. Her birthday was the day we arrived and we couldn't think of a better way to celebrate her 21st.

August is a HOT month for Florida. The thought of laying beachside or poolside for 5 days, having waiters catering to our every need, unlimited food and great sights sounded like just what we needed.

We arrived on the 24th. Getting from the airport to our hotel felt like it took 6 hrs... but it was probably only 2. As soon as we arrived, we dropped our luggage in the room, changed into bathing suits and flip-flops and ran down to the pool. They had a swim up bar and the drinks were free as well. To say we were pleased is an understatement.

The bar tender was a short, DARK dark skinned guy. He reminded me of a dark Cuba Gooding, Jr. a little bit and he made us laugh. He sang happy birthday to her and kept the drinks coming. His accent was enthralling and her and I both were flirting our asses off.

"Everything iree?" is what he'd ask us. The first few times he said it, her and I would stare at him, glance at eachother and back at him with a 'wtf did you just say?' expression. Apparently that loosely translated to 'everything alright?' or 'everything happy?'. We learned that quickly, as EVERY native said it.

Before we knew it, it was already dark and we were falling off our in the water bar stools. We were exhausted from our trip, very pruny, and decided to grab some food then head back to the room as the pool bar was closing anyway. There was a small food hut close by so we dried off and made our way over. The food hut didn't open for another hour but we knew if we went to the room to change, we wouldn't go back out so we waited. Finally it opened.. and guess who was the cook?? None other than Cuba Jr.'s mini-me. More flirting ensued while we ate. A friend of his, and fellow co-worker.. another bartender, came by to chat with him and sat with us. Mel flirted shamelessly with mini-me as I did the same with the friend, as they kept bringing us more alcohol. Before we knew it, it was 2am, the hut was closing and we were beyond drunk. They asked us to join them in the dance club on site, but I was just too drunk and tired to go. They walked us up to our rooms under the guise of 'making sure you get there ok'. Once there, Mel decides she does want to go dancing, however I stay behind.... with jr's friend. As Mel was leaving, I asked her to call the room before coming back, just 'incase' she would have interupted something.

Within 3 minutes of the door closing, me and jr's friend were all over each other. In the middle of getting naked he decides to tell me that he's married, has a child and has no intentions of leaving them. What a mood killer.... I, as politely as I can while drunk, tell him I don't give a fuck about that, I'm not looking to get married.. I'm not even wanting to see him again after that night, so I really don't give a shit. We continued getting undressed.

What came as a shock to me was how eager he was to go down. A LOT of blk men in America won't do it.. for whatever reason. But he did and it was great. It's his turn to lay down and finish undressing. As his boxers slid off I noticed how large he was, but it wasn't until I actually leaned in to give him head that I saw the VERY sharp curve to his dick. I mean.. the guy seriously could have fucked me from around a corner it was so bent. I know a lot of guys have a curve.. but Jesus Christ this thing looked like it was broken in 1/2. I stopped and looked up at him. He was laying back, posed and ready to recieve as if there was nothing wrong with it. I just shrugged and got to work.

10 min. later he was pulling me up and laid me on my back. The difference in our skin tone was very evident. He was just as dark as jr., if not more, and my pale milky skin looked like it glowed next to him.

I felt him near my opening, trying to enter. The head of his dick was so large it felt like a giant shiitake mushroom. I couldn't help but pull away, pushing up toward the headboard. He grabbed me by my hips and pulled me back. Thankfully he took his time. He slowly picked up pace and within a minute or two my back was arching and I was grabbing at the sheets. He flipped me over and we tried doggy. It was even better. It didn't take long before we were both sweating, panting, and collasping on the bed. After a 20 min break, we started again.

Mel called in the middle of that one and I asked her to give us 20 more min. and call back. She sat at 1 of the bars.. yes.. drinking some more. After 20 min., she called back but we still weren't done. I asked her to give us 10 more min. After 30 min. of straight fucking, surely this guy would cum again? Right?? Wrong.... After the 3rd time she called, I told him he had 5 more min... if he didn't cum by then, too bad. I guess the pressure worked b/c it didn't even take him that long. She knocked on the door a few minutes later as I was grabbing his clothes and attempting to shove him out the door. Mel and him exchanged glances and a nod, he left, she came in and shut the door.

"OMG! You're never gonna guess what I just did!" She exclaimed

I had a pretty good idea since she was smiling like the Cheshire Cat. We decided to grab our cigarettes, some water and head out to the balcony to exchange stories....

The Driveby ID

I asked the female cop if I can at least throw some clothes on instead of walking out to the front with just a towel on. I can only imagine what they neighbors are already thinking. I'm sure they are all out in their front yards gossiping since there are about 6 cop cars and an ambulance out there.

I grab shorts and t-shirt and walk with the deputy towards the front. The whole time I'm asking a million questions. "What time did this attempted rape happen?", "How far away was it?".. all kinds of things. She answered some of questions in between trying to 'calm' me down.

"Miss, lets just get you over to the EMT's so they can check you out. Just calm down.. everything will be O.K."

She was really starting to piss me off because she wasn't listening to a damn word I was saying. She thought I was getting hysterical (have you ever looked up where the word hysterical came from? I suggest you do if you want a good laugh.. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Female_hysteria)

Anyway.. she thought I was getting hysterical because of what they 'thought' he had done to me. I finally stopped walking so she'd look at me and explained myself again. This time I made her listen to me. I explained the events of the night.. from the time he got to my place until they showed up. I explained that what they saw was consensual... no way was he raping me. She finally looked like she was starting to understand me and asked if I would repeat what I said to the officers out front.

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When we arrived out front Mr. Just Breaks was already in the car. The look he gave me was a mixture of fear, confusion and anger. I can't blame him.. I'd feel the same way. The female cop called a few of the other officers over and asked if I would repeat what I had told her and I did. They all looked at me like they didn't believe me.

They were really starting to piss me off.

To break the silence, I recommended them to check his car and my car to prove that it hadn't been driven in awhile. The hood shouldn't be hot proving that either vehicle hadn't been driven in at least 2 hrs. 1 officer was given the task while the rest just stood around and watched, waiting for a sign. He came back and reported that both hoods were indeed not hot but that it still didn't prove he hadn't done it.

These cops were really starting to get on my nerves! What did I have to do to prove to them he couldn't have done it!?! They excused themselves so they could talk and asked if I would let the EMT's check me out. I declined stating that I had no injuries and didn't need it... that they could send them off. The cops didn't seem happy, they still didn't believe me. I know in that line of work many people will lie for others, but that's not me. But.. they didn't know that.

I lit a cigarette while scanning the street. Only 1 neighbor had come out to walk his dog, so that was good. However, it HAD to be the neighbor that was the street's gossiper. He always knew what was going on and loved to tell everyone about it. I knew I had to talk to him before he spread it all over... especially to my parents.

Before I had a chance to go over and talk to him, a few of the cops came back to inform me that they were going to do a 'driveby' line up. They were having another officer drive the victim by to see if she would ID Mr. Just Breaks as the guy that broke into her house and try to rape her.

It was't long before they were bringing him back out of the car, standing at the curb with just a towel on. I saw the cop car slowly driving down my street and I held my breath. Even though I was 99.99% sure it wasn't him, there was still a small part of me that was doubting what I knew. Could I have gotten the times wrong? Could they have? Did he really have time to do before coming over??

The car approached slowly. The cop said something to her.. she paused.. said something back.. the cop replied.. she shook her head yes and they drove off.

I just stood there. Did she really just nod her head yes?? What did that mean? Oh GOD! What did he do?? What was I thinking bringing him here? I didn't even know him? Could that have been me???

Umm.. WHAT?

As soon as I noticed that the helicopter was directly over us, watching us, highlighting us with it's HUGE search light, I freaked. I started to push Mr. Just Breaks away which caused him to lose his grip on me.

****Side note and a little advice for anyone who doesn't already know this: While water is NOT a good lubricant for sex.. it DOES however make your skin slick as snot.***

He lost his grip, I went flailing under the water, he tried to catch me but I was too busy trying to get myself up to the surface and he couldn't keep a hold of me. By the time I did finally breech the surface I ended up coughing up a lung. (I'm not a very strong swimmer to begin with and I'm not really a huge fan of water but I just wanted to try having sex in a pool... not so sexy now..) I'll admit, I probably over reacted which didn't help any, on top of the fact that even though I KNEW he was trying to help me, I couldn't help but think he was trying to drown me so I'm sure I elbowed or kicked him a few times too lol.

When I finally got the coughing under control and began my slow swim back to the steps, he kept asking me if I was O.K. (Hello dumbass! I almost drowned and I think I just swallowed 1/2 the water in the pool!! NO I'm NOT O.K.!!) I grunted a reply as I swore under my breath about the damn helicopter that started this whole mess. If they would have just kept flying by instead of being nosy as hell, this wouldn't have happened!!

Before I could even finish my thought though, the gate to the fence around our backyard sprang open and there were about 20 cops rushing into the pool area. Of course I screamed (like a little bitch lol) and dove for a towel. (I mean.. hello!?!? I'm naked here and there's a shit load of cops rushing in with their guns drawn!!) A cop that was closer to my towel grabbed it and rushed towards me to help me cover myself while the others began barking orders for Mr. Just Breaks to slowly exit the pool with his hands up.. still with their weapons pointed and ready to shoot.

I had no idea what was going on...

Was Mr. Just Breaks a wanted felon or something? I mean, I really didn't know the guy all that well and it never really occurred to me until THAT moment! Never even thought to ask! But really.. when asked would he honestly answer: 'Oh yea.. caught a few charges on rape and shit.. but nothing major.. not like I killed the girl or anything".

Needless to say I think I started having a panic attack.. which until that moment I had never had 1 before. The officer kept trying to wrap the towel around me but I kept fighting him off. Yelling at him not to touch me and that I could do it myself. I glanced over towards the pool just as Mr. Just Breaks was climbing out and onto his stomach, as directed.

The officer beside me kept trying to calm me down. In a slow and calm voice he kept saying "It's O.K. Ma'am. We're here now. He can't hurt you anymore".

I was perplexed. What the FUCK was going on?!?

Me: Uhh.. what the fuck are you talking about?! And why in the hell did you just bust into my yard!!??

Officer: Ma'am.. Just settle down. We're going to have the EMT's examine you to make sure you're O.K.

(I guess I was still coughing up a lung)

Me (swatting his hands away): I'm FINE! Just tell me wtf is going on!?!?

He talks into his radio, asking for the EMT's to come back to check me out.

Me: I don't NEED any damn EMT's! What I NEED is a damn explanation!!

Another officer walks up, a female this time and taps the male officer on the shoulder: I'll take over, I think dealing with a woman might be better for her right now.

Me: WHY IS EVERYONE TREATING ME LIKE A VICTIM??!

Female officer as she tries to lead me away: Ma'am... let's come sit down over here and talk for a minute and I'll explain everything.

I let her lead me to the table and chairs and I grab a cigarette while I wait for her explanation.

Female officer: Are you O.K? Do you need anything before we get started?

Me: No. I'm fine. I just want to know wtf is going on! Why are all of you here!?

Female officer: I don't know if you were aware, but a few neighborhoods over, there was a burglary and an attempted rape just a bit ago. The guy took off before we could catch him and we've been looking for him since. Our helicopter has been out searching since it happened and noticed you 2 in the pool...

Me: Yea.. I noticed it was flying around.....

Female officer: Good. Now what I need you to do is go with the EMT's and let them take you to the hospital so we can have you checked out. We're sorry it took us this long to get here, to get to you before he assaulted you, but we're here now. I would like to go with you to the hospital so I can get your statement. Since we caught him in the act we can arrest him right now.

UMM.. HELLO... WWHHATT??

I stared at her with my eyes wide and my mouth hanging open. WHAT THE FUCK DID SHE JUST SAY?? I glanced back over to where Mr. Just Breaks was.. and he was already hand-cuffed, they threw a towel around him and began leading him out the gate to their car. I jumped up...

Me: WAIT!! EVERYONE JUST HOLD ON A MINUTE!!!!

They continued to lead him away and no one seemed to pay any attention to me. I looked back to the female officer..

Me: Wait.. wait.. WAIT!! A damn minute!! Who do you think he is?? When did the burglary happen? No.. you're wrong.. it can't be him!!!

Female officer: Just calm down Ma'am. We're taking him away so he can't hurt you anymore.

Me: No.. you don't understand. He wasn't HURTING ME! I asked him to come over.. he.. we.. I was willing.. WILLING!! He didn't rape me or anything else!

Female officer: This isn't your fault. Don't think that you asked for this....

Me: No! You're wrong! All of you are wrong! I know it's not my 'fault' because nothing happened that I didn't WANT to happen! Don't you get that?

The female officer stands and gets me walking out to the front yard where the ambulance is waiting. She isn't listening to a word I'm saying and by now Mr. Just Breaks is sitting in the car... staring at me.

I freeze. I'm so confused. Did he really just break into someone's house before he got to mine? He did seem a little nervous when I answered the door. I just thought it was because he was nervous coming over to my parent's house.. nervous because this was only our 2nd time hanging out...

High Tech

After I stared at phone for a few minutes wondering if this guy had totally lost his damn mind, I texted back declining his offer saying I already had plans.

Mr. Just Breaks: Is that your way of blowing me off?

Me: Nooo!! Not at all. I just really can't make it tonight.

MR. Just Breaks: hmmm..mmm..

Me: wtf is that for? I promise you I'm not blowing you off.

Mr. Just Breaks: then after your plans tonight meet up with me

Me: Really.. I can't. I'm sorry. Some other time??

Mr. Just Breaks: Ok. Hey.. can I ask you a question?

Me: Umm.. OK???

Mr. Just Breaks: I don't want to sound like a pussy or that i'm sweatin you.. but did i do something wrong?

Me: No. Not at all. It's just.. well.. I can't.

Mr. Just Breaks: ??????

Me: Jesus.. you're gonna make me spell it out.. fine. My shit feels beat up, OK!?! I can't sit right and I'm sore as hell. There's no fucking way you're gonna be getting anywhere NEAR my shit for a few days if not a week. THATS why I can't make it tonight.

Mr. Just Breaks: Oh

Me: OH!? That's all you have to say is 'Oh'?? You totally fuck my shit up and all you can say is oh??? lmao

Mr. Just Breaks: Oh.. umm i'm sorry? But you seemed to enjoy it at the time.

Me: wow.. that was nice, very sincere lol. Ok.. i'm done conversating, i'm going back to sit on another tub of ice. Don't worry.. it's not you, it's me. And when I say it's me.. I mean it's really you and that damn baseball bat you carry around in your pants. ttyl!! xoxo

I chuckled to myself as I flung my phone on my bed and made my way back into the tub. This guy couldn't be for real, right? I mean.. he HAS to know that he has a fucking huge dick. I'm sure I wasn't the 1st one to tell him.... right??

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Over the next few days Mr. Just Breaks called and texted checking in to 'see if my lips were still swollen like mike tyson beat on them' (his words, not mine). We both got a good laugh at my beating.. errr.. soreness and it became sort of a game.

Mr. Just Breaks: So.. how's the lips?

Me: Still looking like the kid from the fat albert show..thanks for asking!

Mr. Just Breaks: hahah sorry.. i'm not into dudes..

Me: That's fine.. since i'm white.. and you know.. not a guy..

The more we texted and chatted, I really began to like him. He was funny, got my humor without thinking I was weird and we enjoyed a lot of the same things. It was closer to 2 weeks before I even considered hanging out with him again. While the swelling had gone away, I was still super tender and didn't want to aggrevate it any.

My parents were going out of town the following weekend and asked me to stop by a few times to grab the mail and check on the house. My 1st thought was YES!! SKINNY DIPPING TIME!!! (It was in last spring after all.. and late spring here means temps in the high 80's if not 90's during the day and 70's at night with tons of humidity). Of course I texted Mr. Just Breaks to see if he'd be able to make it and before I even told him exactly what days he was already agreeing to come over.
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Sat. evening came and we both had had to work during the day for a few hours. He texted me when he was leaving work and kept giving me updates on when to expect his arrival, around 9pm. I got to my parent's house about 30 minutes before he showed up, already in my swimsuit. (Didn't want to just jump into the whole skinny dipping thing right away.) When I opened the door and he saw my in my suit, he gave me a weird expression. When I explained to him that I was going swimming and that he was welcome to join me, he replied that he hadn't brought swimming trunks. I gave him a smile that basically said "I know" and he smiled back.

We chatted for a few minutes and after we both grabbed something to drink (he brought his own beer) we headed out back to the pool. I initially got in with my suit on and played the nice girl, turning my head when he undressed and walked in. Before I had a change to turn around, I felt him pressed up against me from behind.
He pulled my hair over to the side and kissed my neck. Thankfully we were in water because my knees began to buckle. His hands slide around to the front of me slowly rubbing his way up.

He slide the strap off my shoulder, moving on to the other side, kissing my neck the whole way. I pressed myself against him, feeling him get hard through my bathingsuit. I turned to face him as he slid my suit down to my waist. His kisses became harder, almost bruising my flesh. He dipped me backwards, dipping all of my hair into the water and making me arch my chest into the air. With 1 of his hands supporting me, his other hand continued to push my suit further and further down my legs and his mouth found my nipple.

Even though it wasn't late in the evening and it being a Sat. night, it was unusually quiet in the neighborhood. Normally you can hear the neighbors out on their own decks playing music or swimming. I realized maybe I should have turned on a radio to possibly drown out any noises we may make. (My parents have nosey neighbors and I really didn't want them to tell my parents, "hey.. we heard ppl having sex in your pool while you were gone")

But before I finished the thought, I felt his hand begin to wonder down my body finding that perfect spot to make me cum. I reached down as best as I could and found that he was hard and ready. I had attempted to have sex in water only 1 other time and it didn't work so well but was willing to give it another try.

He pulled me back up to facing him and pulled my legs around his body. I locked my ankles behind his back as he started to enter me.

"Please! Go slowly.. besides that I'm still tender, water isn't a good lube"

he chuckled but nodded in agreement. He took his time and it felt wonderful. Since my body knew what to expect this time, I didn't tense up as much. Just as we were getting a good rythm I heard a helicopter in the disance. Thankful for *some* type of noise, I fully let my self be taken into the moment.

Have you ever been so into the moment you temporarily forget where you are? All you can think of is how great the sex is feeling? How great it feels to have him inside of you? How you love the way he's touching you, caressing you, kissing you? Yep.. that was me.. and him apparently because we didn't notice that the helicopter had gotten closer and was now hovering over the pool.

With the search light on.

Directed right at us.

Just hovering there.

Like high-tech peeping Toms...........

Hitting the Breaks - 3

Mr. Just Breaks continued to ease inside me inch by inch. My body automatically tensed the further he went. I waited to feel him completely inside me, to feel my body up against his, but that never happened.

"I can't go any further in"

"What do you mean you can't go further in?" I asked as I glanced over my shoulder at him.

"I mean.. I'm not all the way in, but I don't know.. I can't fit any more in. It's like I've hit a wall or something."

Yea.. my chest cavity I thought to myself. I take another look and realize he's still a good 4-5 inches away from my body. However, my body just couldn't take any more of his length. We both just stood there frozen, not knowing what to do next. It's not like I could just will my insides to grow longer to be able to accommodate his length and it wasn't like he could shrink himself to fit better.

I thought a different position might help some, he agreed, we grabbed our clothes and led me back into the front office. We looked around hoping to find another spot, unfortunately nothing seemed like it would be comfortable except on the floor. I wasn't about to get naked and lay on the dirty ass floor that many people walk all over daily with who knows what on the bottom of their shoes. I remembered I had a blanket still in my car from the going to the beach the weekend before so I put myself together and run out to retrieve it.

During my walk I wondered if this was a good idea. I mean, I didn't know the guy. Yea... he had a huge thick dick.. but apparently it was a little TOO big (yes.. there really are some that are too big). Hey.. I like a nice big dick as much as the next girl.. but I DON'T like feeling like I'm getting a back alley hysterectomy with a flag pole.

By the time I reached the door I had decided to tell him let's just forget about this and part ways.... Thanks for trying, here's a nice cancellation prize.. see ya. But when I opened the door and saw him sitting behind the desk, butt-ass naked, stroking himself I just stopped. I couldn't form words. I couldn't even think straight. All I could do was stare at his body. Well.. honestly..stare at his hand stroking his dick. I dropped the blanket right inside the door, locked the door behind me and went to him. I landed on my knees so fast and hard I knew I'd have bruises the next day, but I didn't seem to care. With both hands I grabbed him and pushed him in my mouth. I couldn't fit much of him in my mouth, far less than I could fit him the other way, but still I licked and sucked as if he was my lifeline.

It only took a few minutes and he was pulling me away. "Stop.. or I'm going to cum."

I never let go off him, but slide my mouth away and looked up. "You wanna try it again? On the floor?"

He never answered me, just stood up, got the blanket and laid it down. I took the que, undressed and laid on my back. He knelt between my legs and spread them. I could feel him rubbing the head of himself against my clit while he inserted a finger inside me. It only took me seconds and my back was arching, I was grabbing at the blanket and exploding all over his finger. He slid his face down between my legs and quickly found that perfect spot with his tongue. 2 more orgasms and some begging later, he finally raised up enough to enter me.

This time I knew what to expect and willed my body to stay relaxed. I don't know if it was the new position, the fact that he got me off 3 times in a row or if it really was that I knew what to expect, but this time he didn't have much of a problem getting almost all the way in me.

Thankfully he was gentle and slow and the tension I didn't even know I had began to fade away. We found a nice slow rhythm together and each time, he'd go further and further inside me. Before I realized it, he was all the way inside and it barely hurt. Our rhythm increased faster and harder. I forgot the pain and gave into the pleasure. When I thought my body could handle it I changed positions to all 4's. The pain was back again and it felt like he was drilling a hole into my uterus. I collapsed onto my stomach and had opened my mouth to tell him to stop when the pain left again throwing me right back into mind-blowing pleasure.

I reached down to play with myself as he continued to pound me but his hand pushed mine away. He replaced my hand with his own and his fingers found my magic spot. Between his fingers doing their magic and his dick rubbing fast and hard over my g-spot I came almost instantly. I grounded against him and moaned so loud I was surprised no one next door heard me.

A few more hard pushes and he was cumming. The roar that arose from him startled me.. I did not expect him to sound like a wild bear, but I chuckled as he collapsed on top of me.

It wasn't long before I climbed out from under him. I was sweaty, out of breath and left like I was going to die being smothered by his body weight. We both laid there speechless for awhile, trying to catch our breaths.

"You got anything to drink? I think I'm dehydrated now" I joked

He laughed "Yea, I got a few beers out in the bay or you can get a soda from the fridge out there."

He was nice enough to grab me a soda as we made our way to the bay to smoke a cigarette. We chatted for a little longer and I decided it was time for me to go. My legs felt like cooked spaghetti and all I wanted was to go to sleep. We made plans to meet up again soon and I left.

When I got home I took a long hot shower and feel into bed. The next morning I woke up and felt like I had been run over by a Mac truck. When I got to the bathroom I realized my knees were indeed bruised as was my back and my tender lady parts were so tender I couldn't sit down.

I called a friend and tried to ask her advice without giving away any details as to WHY I couldn't sit, but of course, she wouldn't tell me anything until I told here what happened. After listening to her laugh for about 5 minutes straight, she recommended taking some Tylenol and a cold bath. As we hung up, I could still hear her laughing. Bitch.. let's see who's laughing when YOU can't sit because you had a tree trunk inside YOU! I thought to myself. But realized.. I'd probably be laughing my ass off too, if the situation was reversed.

I grabbed a bottle of water, the bottle of Tylenol and a bucket of ice. Screw the cold bath... I needed to sit on some ice!

A few hours and about 3 ice baths later, I get a text on my cell from Mr. Just Breaks. Said he had a great time the night before and wants to hang out again.... that night!!

Hitting the Breaks 2

I got to my car, drove off and never looked back. I had no idea if Mr. Just breaks was gonna call and though the thought of getting down and dirty with him sounded like fun, I really didn't care either way.

My mom was out of town on work business so I told my Dad I'd meet him for dinner. I called him and told him I was on the way and we agreed to meet at the resturant. 45 minutes into our meal, my cell phone rang with a number displaying that I didn't recognize. I had debated on answering since I didn't know the number, but curiosity got the better of me. I answered just before it went to voice mail; "Hello?"

"Hi,.. umm...J?"
"Yes.....?"
"Hey, this is Mr. Just breaks...."
"OH.. Hi. What can I do for you?" I said, hiding a smirk I was thankful he couldn't see. There was silence at the other end of the phone and I had wondered if he was still there. "Hello??"
"Yea.. sorry I'm still here. I was just.. umm.. wondering..."
"Yes?"
By this time my father was giving my quizzative looks. I covered the mouth piece breifly, "It's the break place..." I said to him.
The look on my dad's face never changed, "Is there something wrong?"
"No. They'll calling to ask me to rate my experience today" That quick on my feet answer seemed to appease my father so I went back to the conversation on the phone.

"I'm sorry. I missed what you said.. can you repeat that?"
"Oh.. umm. Well, all I said was.. if you meant what you said.. would you want to meet me back here later night? To.. I don't know.. hang out and see what happens?"
I smiled again to myself, "Sure. I can do that."
"O.K... Say about 9?"
"Yep. Sounds good. Talk to you later." and I hung up.

My dad looked at me again, "What?" I asked.
"That was a short conversation for a survey" He looked a little skeptic.
"Oh.. they were having issues with their computers and asked if they could call me back."
Again, that seemed to work so I let it drop and so did he. As we were paying the bill, I checked the time. It was barely 7pm and that gave me plenty of time to run home, clean up a little bit, change out of my scrubs and into something a little more 'date-like'. My dad and I said our goodbyes and we parted ways. I rushed home to get ready and by 8:30 I was ready to go, but a little nervous. I plopped on the couch and smoked a cigarette to try to calm myself. Of course, it didn't help so I just said fuck it and left.

I arrived back at the shop at around 8:45 and noticed it was completely dark. There were no cars in the parkinglot and all the bay doors were closed. I started to wonder if I either got the wrong day, or he decided to not show. Just as I was about to back out and leave, my cell rang again.. it was the same number.
"Hello?"
"Hey. I just wanted to tell you that I pulled around back behind the building. Whenever you get here, just knock on the front door and I'll let you in."
"I'm already here. I'm in the parking lot."
"Oh O.K., I'll meet you at the door then." and we hung up.

I took another deep breath and got out of the car. Just as I rounded the corner of the building I saw him standing there holding the door open and I froze. Did I really want to do this? Yes.. I did. I looked back up to him and he had such a nice warm, welcoming smile. I walked the rest of the way to the door and he moved aside to let me in.
"Hey.. how you doin'" He asked as he shut and locked the door behind me. You could tell he was nervous too.
"I'm fine, thanks, you?" I wasn't exactly sure where to walk to or even to stand so I just stood there waiting for him to give me some direction. He walked around the desk and out into the bays, so I followed.
"J. I want to tell you somethings first. Before anything happens, if it even does."
I hate when conversations start out like that. They never seem to go well. "Sure.. what's up?"

"I'm married. With 2 kids. Her and I have been together since we were 16, got married when we were 18 and I don't plan on leaving her. I've never done anything like this before either."

I stood there contemplating all that he said. This was my chance to back out if I wanted. "Look. I'm not asking you to leave your wife. I don't want to be with you like THAT.. and if you don't want to do.. this.... we don't have to. You're the one that's married.. you tell me. I know I should probably care that you ARE married.. but I don't. So this is your choice."

He had been nursing a beer since I walked in and he took another long swig before answering. "O.K... I just wanted to tell you."
I stood there just looking at him b/c I really didn't know what that meant. Was that an O.K. yes? I didn't get my answer but instead he walked over to the little radio sitting on a tool box and turned it up. I noticed there was a back bay door and I saw his truck parked right outside. Always the cautious one (hahaha) I like to look at all the exits in case something goes wrong and I know where I can flee to quickly.
He offered me a (dirty) seat and went back to tinkering with a car. I thought to myself.. shit.. I didn't come down here to watch him work on a car.. I came here for sex damnit!
He must have been able to read my mind b/c he said, "I just want to finish putting these rotors back on then I'll clean up."

I have to admit, it was kinda welcoming that we didn't just go at it. It gave us some time to talk and get a little more comfortable around eachother. It didn't take him long to finish and he excused himself to go clean up. He reappeared shortly after looking clean, smelling good and out of those ugly dirty work clothes. Doning a fresh pair of jeans, t-shirt and boots... He smelled good and looked even better.

He walked over to me and I stood. We were standing face to face.. or rather my face to his chest cus he was so much taller than me..and he leaned down for a kiss. Normally I don't or won't kiss someone on the mouth that I'm not in an actual relationship with. Yes.. I know it's so 'Pretty Woman', but to me.. it makes sense. However, I let him kiss me breifly. His hands started to wonder and so did mine, his kisses trailed down my neck and back up to my ear. He pushed his body into mine and I could feel he was already getting hard.

"Let's go inside" he said as he began to pull me by my hand.
"No." I said as I pulled away from him and took a step back.
"No?" he asked, standing frozen in front of me.
"No. I don't want to do it in there. I want to do it out here. On this car" I said as I pointed to the car behind me.
He looked confused at first. Like I had asked him in some foreign language what the Pythagorean theorem was but the confused look quickly faded and a smile formed on those perfect full lips.

He closed the distance between us in one step. His hand went up my back, grabbing a whole handful of hair while his mouth found my neck again. Apparently he liked that idea..?
The pressure of his body pushed me back another step and I was pressed against the car. My back arched backwards so that it was resting on the hood but my legs were still by the passenger tire. The car was a little high for me, since I'm short, and though he never lost his grip, it was a little uncomfortable. I pushed back against him, forcing my body straight again. His free hand slid up my shirt and to my nipple. My hands quickly found the bulge in his jeans and I rubbed it, first with 1 hand then with both. His breathing became fast and heavy as I tried to undo his jeans.

His hand left my nipple and went down to my own jeans. He fought with my zipper and button until he was able to slide a hand inside my panties. The first touch of his fingers on my clit made me shiver and become drenched. Moving his hand further back, he inserted a finger inside me and I almost lost my balance. I began undoing his jeans and pushed them and his boxers down past his thighs. I knew he wasn't small just by feeling him outside his clothes, but when I freed him from his pants, I was shocked at his size. I still hadn't actually SEEN it, but stroking him without clothes, I knew he was thick and long. While half of me was excited and turned on from his size, the other half was a little scared. How was THAT gonna fit in ME?

He must have noticed something because he pulled away and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing.. I just.. didn't expect.. you to be so.. big"
He chuckled and moved back towards me. I continued to stroke him and found that he was growing bigger and thicker in my hands. During this time, he found that perfect spot to make me cum. I moan, twitched and wiggled against him. When I calmed down enough I pulled his hand away, turned him so that he was leaning against the car and dropped to my knees. I had to find out just how big he really was.

Kneeling in front of him, I took his hard dick in my hands and stroked him slowly. I licked from base to tip in 1 solid movement, stopping at the head to lick around it. I looked up at him and his head was back and his eyes were closed. I attempted to insert him in my mouth, but because of his thickness I could only get the head and just little of the shaft in. Wrapping both hands around his shaft, (yes, it took both hands.. 1 near the base and 1 closer to the head) I licked and sucked. My jaw began to hurt soon after so I didn't stay there long. Alternating between sucking him and stroking him, licking him up and down the shaft, I knew he wasn't going to grow any more which I was thankful for.

I eased away and got back to my feet. He grabbed my hand and led me to the front of the car. Facing the hood, he bent me over the hood so that my chest was flat against the hard metal. He pulled my shirt up and as he began kissing and licking my back I felt his dick pressed hard against my ass. I wiggled underneath him, rubbing my ass against his hardness. In 1 fluid motion, he grabbed the sides of my pants and panties and jerked them down to my ankles. Without missing a beat, I felt him begin to enter me. Yes, I was soaking wet.. but he was huge and as only the head was in it was already starting to hurt a little. But it was a good pain.. that hurt so good feeling. My back arched as he pushed further inside me. It felt like he was going to split me in 2!!