“Sorry.” His mind was a blur as he tried to think of a way to hook up with this marvel of womanhood. “You’ve got to let me take you out to dinner to make up for getting sick all over you.”
“Well, I don’t think you owe me anything, but it would be nice to have a quiet meal out on the balcony and watch a glorious sunset,” she said. “Sure, why not?”
The sunrise wasn’t the only thing Freddie imagined going down tonight. When she stood up to leave Freddie stood up and so did his penis. He rustled for a towel and pulled one from the chair next to him so he wouldn’t embarrass himself further.
“Until later then. I’ll meet you in the lobby at 7 o’clock.” She kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear, “I love it when a man is standing at attention. It gives me something to look forward to later.”
As he watched her leave, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see an incredibly massive man with tomato juice in his hair pointing at his towel and motioning to the drink Freddie spilled on him and his girlfriend.
Hopefully the ice will keep the swelling down. If everything goes well tonight it will be well worth it.
The closer the clock ticked towards 7 the more anxious Freddie got. Every second seemed an eternity. He couldn’t wait any longer; he was going to go early so he wouldn’t miss her. I mean it was already 4:30. What if she doesn’t show up? What if I’m a pawn in a cruel game she’s playing? What is her name anyway?
After sitting at the bar for over two hours, he had quite a buzz going. The 4 double Jack Daniel’s with beer chasers had helped, too. Why do these peanuts taste so damn good? When he looked up from his drink he saw her come into the bar. As he stared at her uncontrollably, everything seemed to move in slow motion. Every move was like a symphony playing a perfect note, powerful and awe inspiring at the same time. The white satin dress clung tightly against her beautiful skin. He was jealous of the dress because he wanted nothing more than to be hugging her gorgeous body.
“Well Freddie, you look very nice. And from your eyes I can see you’ve been here a while.” She looked at him and lifted her hand to close his mouth since it was dropping to the floor. “I’ll have to catch up. I’ll take a double Black Velvet with a lemon twist.”
After talking for a while, they decided to dance. Jazz music played softly and she pulled Freddie tightly against her. The beat from the baseline pulsed in time with their hearts as they gazed into each other’s eyes. They kissed softly then deeper and more passionately. The longer they danced the more their bodies melted together, until they ended up in his room.
Firelight lit the room faintly and champagne chilled by the bed. They continued dancing. Their hands stroked each other’s bodies, careful not to miss anything in the exploration. Freddie’s nervousness was gone. She held out her hand and led him to the bed. Then she sat him down and stood in front of him. Her scent was as exquisite as her beauty. She untied the top of her dress, and it slid along the lines of her body and fell to the ground, exposing her beautiful body. Her sensuality alone made Freddie burst in his pants. I mean he actually burst in his pants. Luckily she didn’t notice because her eyes were shut and she was swaying slowly, slipping out of her lace panties. She picked them up with her toes and placed them on Freddie’s face. As he breathed deeply to get the full scent of her womanly fragrance, she leaned over and brushed her breasts against his face.
“I’m going to step into the bathroom to put on something sexy and take care of protection. You just get naked and in bed.”
As soon as she closed the door, Freddie jumped out of his pants, peeled his sticky boxers off, and threw them against the wall where they stuck. He sat in the bed and tried to relax. Baseball, I’ve got to think baseball. Singles, doubles, triples, homers. I’m going to score a grand slam!
The door opened and she stepped out wearing nothing but a smile.
“Is this too much clothing or just enough?”
The sight of her almost made him jump out of his skin. She was indescribably sexy. We’re talking wet dream sexy. When she slipped into the bed Freddie was already hard as an iron girder. She ran her fingers along his body and he could see the perspiration on her skin. Freddie placed his hand over her burning bush and when he slid a finger between her lips the wetness almost ran down his hand. Wasting no time, she climbed on top and slid right down, stopping only momentarily to adjust the angle of his penetration. His eyes rolled back and he grabbed the sides of the bed, holding on for a truly unforgettable ride as she clenched him tightly inside of her.
Her mouth opened as she rose upward and her eyes closed tight. She dug her nails deeply into his muscular shoulders and drew him back inside, as if daring him to try to escape her grip. Her hands and fingers brushed ever so lightly against his sides then slid slowly to the inside of her thighs and grabbed the base of his manhood, while driving in and out of her love tunnel. She pulled back until she could only feel the tip spreading her opening wide, teasing him. Then she sank him all the way to the depths of her constricting cave. Her hands moved upward along the sensuous lines and curves of her body and she twitched and shook as the impending fury approached. Freddie could see the glazed look in her eyes as she pushed her breasts tog
ether and grasped the tips between her fingers. She shuddered when he arched his back and drove his swollen member deeper inside, making her legs spread wider. He wanted to grope her body with his hands, but she was doing everything herself, spoiling him with passion and undying pleasure.
She leaned over, grabbed the bottle of chilled champagne, and popped the cork. “Let’s drink a toast.” She took a drink then filled her mouth with more champagne. She leaned forward and when their mouths met she shared his drink with a kiss. She moved his hands to the top of the bed so he could grasp the bedposts. With Freddie inside her, she leaned back all the way and rested her head against his legs. Then she rotated her pelvis in slow rhythmic circles, stretching the muscles and then tightening them, causing him to pull hard on the posts. The bed was creaking loudly and Freddie reached up and grabbed onto her stomach.
“Don’t touch me or I’ll stop!” she gasped.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop. I can’t take this anymore. I’m about to explode!”
She rose up and took another drink of champagne. She let it run down the sides of her mouth, trickling to her breasts. The farther she sat up, the more champagne she dripped on her chest. A small pool filled her bellybutton and then trickled to her pubis. The coldness spread to their joined bodies, and she slowly started rising up and sliding down, never stopping the flow of the cold champagne. Freddie frantically wanted to let go, but he didn’t want this incredible sexual experience to end. With her other hand she reached back and stroked the inside of his thighs and pulled teasingly on the hair on his testicles. It was so incredibly stimulating that he thought he’d have a stroke.
She filled her hand with cold champagne and splashed it on his balls. He yelled loudly, grabbing onto her and pulled on her hips to drive faster as her muscles tightened around him with orgasmic spasms. He let out a grunt then exploded like a stick of dynamite. Over and over he felt the pulses of his juices flowing into her. They both collapsed, exhausted and flinching slightly from the muscle spasms. On a scale of 1 to 10 this was definitely an 11.
After the initial glow faded, she stood up and walked to the window. She opened the drapes to expose a wonderful view of the ocean. When she opened the sliding window and stepped onto the patio, a cool breeze rushed through the room and the smell of the ocean permeated the air. It was beautiful to see an absolutely elegant woman standing naked against a starlit sky. The moonlight accentuated her silhouette. The curve of her perky breasts, the way her ass rounded at the top of her long legs. She was absolutely hypnotizing. Freddie walked over to her. He brought a blanket from the bed and stood behind her to wrap it around both of them. The faint sound of the band downstairs filtered up to the balcony, and she started swaying rubbing her ass casually against his hardness. The more she swayed the more excited he became.
“Let’s go back inside,” Freddie whispered into her ear. He kissed the back of her neck and moved her hair to continue along it. She reached her arm up and cupped the back of his neck. He stroked the soft skin under her arm and on the side of her breast.
“Why go inside? Isn’t it just glorious out here?”
She placed both hands on the railing and leaned over to look down at the beach. He reached under her and caressed her supple breasts, squeezing them firmly in his hands. Freddie ran his fingers along her spine and grasped her hips. As she rose onto her tiptoes, he slid into her, stroking back and forth. She moaned deeply while biting her bottom lip. Freddie glanced out at the ocean waves crashing against the beach and felt the salt air gusting and it made him think about how incredibly erotic all this was. Steadily he increased his pace. Her contracting muscles pushed him to the threshold of another mind-boggling climax.
She stood up, releasing him from her pussy. In one movement she turned and leaned against the railing. Then she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arm around his neck. She grasped his manhood with her other hand and rubbed it along the labial lips letting it slip just inside to the tip. She looked into his deep brown eyes and smiled nastily, holding onto it, teasing it. First she kissed his Adam’s apple then licked his ear, while continuing to stroke her opening with his penis. She bit his nipple and lifted up to plunge him back inside. Freddie groaned with pleasure.
“Whatever you do, don’t sit down. Stand up and I’ll do the work.”
He grabbed her ass and she wrapped herself around Freddie, tilting her pelvis and making his penetration deeper than before. His legs began to buckle when he felt her wetness convulse with her orgasm. He couldn’t stand the pressure and slammed into her and shook from the intensity of his orgasm. She squeezed tightly around him, milking his throbbing penis. They collapsed on the balcony and wrapped up with the blanket—both feeling content and weary.