The Journey Home
As Mr. B and I laid in his soft bed. Cum from my intense orgasm seeping from my pussy and waves of aftershocks coursing through my body. Mr. B traced his fingers along the trickles of sweat decorating my body. We laid in silence, listening to each others breathing. Or maybe we both were trying to think of the right thing to say. So I took the lead.
"I would love to have another taste." I said as I moved to straddle Mr. B. His thick cock lined up perfectly at the opening of my yoni. Mr. B caressed my face and kissed me.
"We should call it a night. I want to savor you, slowly. Not gobble you in our first night together."
I wasn't sure how to take it. I felt odd. It was a strange combination of feeling rejected, yet I still felt his desire for me. Was this some kind of mind game he was playing? Some kind of ploy to get me to beg him to fuck me? Well I wasn't falling for that. No matter how much I wanted to have his dick thrusting inside me.
"Okay. Are you sure? I could stay awhile longer."
Mr. B just looked at me in silence, but his dark brown eyes spoke volumes. I suddenly felt foolish. Though I didn't utter the words "Mr. B please fuck me." the way I offered him the opportunity to change his mind possessed a slight air of desperation. Feeling a rush of embarrassment I tried to exit with what dignity I had left.
"It's getting late, anyway. Plus I do need to get up early, tomorrow. Soo... I should get going." I gathered my clothes and rushed to the bathroom.
As Mr. B was getting dressed, he called to me while I was in the bathroom.
"Sahara. What are your plans for next Wednesday evening?"
I was wondering "should I play hard to get and make him hungry for me?" Then my next thought was... "Why? I really like him. Just go with the flow and see how this pans out."
"Umm... no I don't have any plans for next Wednesday. Why? What did you have in mind?" I was hoping he had plans to thrust that gorgeous, thick cock inside me. Hey a girl could dream. Right?
"Well I have an invitation to an art show. A good friend of mine is finally done with her latest art collection and she's having an opening, Wednesday night. I would love it, if you could accompany me." Mr. B asked.
"Was Mr. B asking me to be his date, or simply as his plus one?" I wondered, but all I said was... "Sure I'm free. What's the attire?" As I exited the bathroom fully dressed and hair combed.
Mr. B wrapped his arms around my waist kissed me on my forehead and said. "It's not formal. Just wear a nice dress. Something classy."
Mr. B held and caressed my hand as he walked me outside and hailed a cab for me.
"You sure you don't want me to ride with you, to make sure you've made it home? It's not a problem."
I loved the way Mr. B was so attentive. "No, I'll be fine. Besides if you ride home with me, I'll be tempted to coax you inside to seduce you."
All the way home, all I could think about was Mr. B. His strong hands all over my body. The way his skillful tongue flickered at my clit. My lips wrapped around Mr. B's cock as he fucked my mouth. Hmm! The sweet taste of his cum on my tongue. I started to touch myself, right there in the cab. My thighs parted, my fingers making circles on my clit and squeezing my breast. My soft moans made the driver glance in the rearview mirror. The driver clearing his throat jolted me back to reality. Making me flushed with embarrassment. Luckily I was only a block away from home. The driver stopped in front on my building.
"Umm. That'll be $12.50."
As I reached into my purse for my wallet, the driver cleared his throat to gain my attention.
"Umm. We could call it even if you invite me in. You know... if umm... you're feeling up to it."
"Was this guy serious?" I couldn't believe my ears. "You know, if I was a hooker. Trust that I would cost way more than a measly $12.50!"
He tried to recover by saying "No, miss! I would've paid the difference! Please! I'm so lonely and you're so pretty! I'm sorry if I insulted you! Oh please don't report me!" The driver pleaded.
I just paid him the money and hurriedly exited the cab. I wasn't going to let this horny jackass ruin my night. Besides I needed to get inside to find a dress for Wednesday.
I rushed inside my apartment, to my closet. Pulling out dress after dress. Holding them up and looking in my full length mirror.
"Ugh!!" none of these dresses will do. Guess I'll have to buy a new dress. Then it dawned on me. Mr. B's good friend was a woman. I began to wonder "Were they the kind of 'good friends' that had sex? If so, are they still having sex?"
"Oh stop it, Sahara!"
That's when my phone rang. It was my best friend Brianna calling.
"Hey, chica. What are you doing, tomorrow? I need to go shopping. Come with me, mami." Brianna was so fun and sassy. I loved her like she was my sister, but she always talked so fast. That it was hard to get a word in edgewise.
"Sure, Brie. I need to get a dress for an event I'm going to next Wednesday."
"Oh, where are we going? What should I wear? Are there gonna be a lot of hot men there?" Brianna just kept going.
"Umm... WE aren't going anywhere. I'm going on a date." I was so excited.
"Oh, excuse me chica. So whose they lucky guy? C'mon mami! Spill it!"
"Beep!" My other line indicated another call was coming in. It was Mr. B.
"Brie, let me call you back. I'm getting another call and it's important. Okay, bye!" Click.
My heart was racing with excitement.
"Hello. Sahara. I just wanted to make sure you made it home safely. Also I called to say goodnight."
"Thank you. You didn't have to do that, but I'm glad you did." I was trying my best to not sound like a giddy school girl, grinning from ear to ear.
"So are you in bed, yet?" My God, his voice was intoxicating.
"I was just climbing into bed. Any reason why you're asking?" My curiosity was peaked.
"First, put your phone on speaker. You're going to need both of your hands." Mr. B instructed me.
"I want you naked and laying on your back. Now spread your legs and gently scratch the inside of your thighs. Pretend your hands are mine. Let them roam all over your body." Mr. B's voice instructing me was turning me on. My nipples were so hard, they were like a stack of dimes sitting upon my breast.
"Now, take your left hand and spread your pussy open."
"Take your right hand, pretend it's my tongue and gently massage your clit."
"Mmmm!" Mr. B could hear my moans.
"Yes. That's it, Sahara. Keep playing with that clit. Now take your left hand and insert your middle finger. Nice and slow. Yes. That's it."
Mr. B could hear my breathing becoming more intense.
"Now add your index finger. Keeping massaging that clit. How does that feel, Sahara? You like that?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Was all I could say.
"That's it! Fuck that pussy! Cum all over those fingers, Sahara! Yes! That's it, Sahara! Cum for me!" Mr. B's breathing was just as heavy as mine. With the combination of imagining it was Mr. B fucking me and imagining he was masturbating to the sounds of my pleasure was too much to contain.
"Oh, God!! Yyyyeeesssss!!!" My orgasm crashed over me. That's when I heard Mr. B curse and grunt. He was masturbating and orgasmed as well. Neither one of us said anything for a few minutes, cause we were both trying to catch our breath.
"Okay, Sahara. You should be able to sleep very well, tonight. I will talk to you later. Sweet dreams." Mr. B said goodnight, leaving me with the biggest smile on my face and in an afterglow of pleasure.
...to be continued.
All the way home, all I could think about was Mr. B. His strong hands all over my body. The way his skillful tongue flickered at my clit. My lips wrapped around Mr. B's cock as he fucked my mouth. Hmm! The sweet taste of his cum on my tongue. I started to touch myself, right there in the cab. My thighs parted, my fingers making circles on my clit and squeezing my breast. My soft moans made the driver glance in the rearview mirror. The driver clearing his throat jolted me back to reality. Making me flushed with embarrassment. Luckily I was only a block away from home. The driver stopped in front on my building.
"Umm. That'll be $12.50."
As I reached into my purse for my wallet, the driver cleared his throat to gain my attention.
"Umm. We could call it even if you invite me in. You know... if umm... you're feeling up to it."
"Was this guy serious?" I couldn't believe my ears. "You know, if I was a hooker. Trust that I would cost way more than a measly $12.50!"
He tried to recover by saying "No, miss! I would've paid the difference! Please! I'm so lonely and you're so pretty! I'm sorry if I insulted you! Oh please don't report me!" The driver pleaded.
I just paid him the money and hurriedly exited the cab. I wasn't going to let this horny jackass ruin my night. Besides I needed to get inside to find a dress for Wednesday.
I rushed inside my apartment, to my closet. Pulling out dress after dress. Holding them up and looking in my full length mirror.
"Ugh!!" none of these dresses will do. Guess I'll have to buy a new dress. Then it dawned on me. Mr. B's good friend was a woman. I began to wonder "Were they the kind of 'good friends' that had sex? If so, are they still having sex?"
"Oh stop it, Sahara!"
That's when my phone rang. It was my best friend Brianna calling.
"Hey, chica. What are you doing, tomorrow? I need to go shopping. Come with me, mami." Brianna was so fun and sassy. I loved her like she was my sister, but she always talked so fast. That it was hard to get a word in edgewise.
"Sure, Brie. I need to get a dress for an event I'm going to next Wednesday."
"Oh, where are we going? What should I wear? Are there gonna be a lot of hot men there?" Brianna just kept going.
"Umm... WE aren't going anywhere. I'm going on a date." I was so excited.
"Oh, excuse me chica. So whose they lucky guy? C'mon mami! Spill it!"
"Beep!" My other line indicated another call was coming in. It was Mr. B.
"Brie, let me call you back. I'm getting another call and it's important. Okay, bye!" Click.
My heart was racing with excitement.
"Hello. Sahara. I just wanted to make sure you made it home safely. Also I called to say goodnight."
"Thank you. You didn't have to do that, but I'm glad you did." I was trying my best to not sound like a giddy school girl, grinning from ear to ear.
"So are you in bed, yet?" My God, his voice was intoxicating.
"I was just climbing into bed. Any reason why you're asking?" My curiosity was peaked.
"First, put your phone on speaker. You're going to need both of your hands." Mr. B instructed me.
"I want you naked and laying on your back. Now spread your legs and gently scratch the inside of your thighs. Pretend your hands are mine. Let them roam all over your body." Mr. B's voice instructing me was turning me on. My nipples were so hard, they were like a stack of dimes sitting upon my breast.
"Now, take your left hand and spread your pussy open."
"Take your right hand, pretend it's my tongue and gently massage your clit."
"Mmmm!" Mr. B could hear my moans.
"Yes. That's it, Sahara. Keep playing with that clit. Now take your left hand and insert your middle finger. Nice and slow. Yes. That's it."
Mr. B could hear my breathing becoming more intense.
"Now add your index finger. Keeping massaging that clit. How does that feel, Sahara? You like that?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Was all I could say.
"That's it! Fuck that pussy! Cum all over those fingers, Sahara! Yes! That's it, Sahara! Cum for me!" Mr. B's breathing was just as heavy as mine. With the combination of imagining it was Mr. B fucking me and imagining he was masturbating to the sounds of my pleasure was too much to contain.
"Oh, God!! Yyyyeeesssss!!!" My orgasm crashed over me. That's when I heard Mr. B curse and grunt. He was masturbating and orgasmed as well. Neither one of us said anything for a few minutes, cause we were both trying to catch our breath.
"Okay, Sahara. You should be able to sleep very well, tonight. I will talk to you later. Sweet dreams." Mr. B said goodnight, leaving me with the biggest smile on my face and in an afterglow of pleasure.
...to be continued.
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