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Sunday, March 03, 2002
THE STORYTELLER
by D. Barrett Skinner
THE ANTICIPATION
It always seemed to be a late night when Peg had a date with John. The evening would begin with a romantic dinner followed by a few drinks (enough alcohol to require a limo for the evening) and light conversation. She did not know much about his job, given that she had met him at a conference on positive thinking and he had yet to meet her anywhere but at her law office.
For a successful woman at forty-two, Peg had the usual complaints: a few extra pounds, a couple of well-earned wrinkles and a cold bed at night. It had been warm once, but that had been one law partner ago and like most stormy relationships had ended in a blizzard of paper. The divorce had left such a poor taste in her mouth towards men, that Peg had tried the other side for a while.
Dates with Sally and Mary had been exciting and for a while the thrill of something different had energized her fantasy life. While the tongue-lashing she had received had set her off in a manner never felt by her before, the rubber phallus was only a generally acceptable replacement for the cocks she enjoyed. She missed the sight of jism shooting out high and strong into her mouth and onto her tongue so she could show her lover his seed languishing in her mouth.
That was what she was looking for now.
Unfortunately John was seemingly uninterested in raising their relationship to the next level. Here she was, sitting in this beautiful lounge in Manhattan taking in the warmth of the deep mahogany bar and attempting to provide her most subtle "I'm interested" gestures. Crossing her legs just high enough to reveal the beautiful lines of her thigh, leaning just far forward enough to allow a brief glimpse of her graceful bosom, the steady gaze into the eyes of her erstwhile lover. All to no immediate avail.
Yet Peg could not bring herself to be direct.
"I want to suck you unconscious" just wasn't something she could say to such a handsome and refined man, despite the fact she was starving for him.
The way he talked to her and the grace with which he assisted her out of the limousine alone made her feel sexy and desired. After the second date Peg wanted to break her "never sleep with anyone before date three" rule, but John continued to treat her as a lady throughout the evening which ended with him escorting her to her townhouse's front door and proffering an entirely too respectful kiss.
A kiss that had tingled her lips in such a delightful and promising manner that Peg lay fully awake in her bed two hours later. As Peg reached for her vibrator to ease her hunger, she stopped herself. With the realization that this man's simple kiss affected her this much, she wanted to save herself for the complete package. So until he was ready, she would wait. And wait. And wait.
This date was their sixth and other than the close touching when they danced and the occasional handholding while they walked through the park or were enjoying the theatre, the only contact they shared was that exceptional goodnight kiss. Each time his lips left hers, Peg was breathless. John was apparently unaffected.
"Goodnight, Peg. You remain as beautiful as ever" and off he would go.
Tonight Peg wore her most alluring outfit. A long graceful black slit skirt (cut just low enough to avoid revealing her black satin panties) with an ivory silk blouse that flowed around her with every move she made. The jet-black pashima shawl completed the outfit. She loved the shawl for its softness and she often found herself caressing her face with it. Perhaps John would enjoy the sensation of it on his bare skin as well.
What does he look like underneath the suit? Not overly tall, but at 5'10" or so a perfect size for Peg, John had that healthy glow that comes with a confident man who owns nearly perfect skin and luxuriant dark brown hair. His gracefully assured grip revealed a powerful man who knew his strength and how to use it. Someone who could pound her a good, long time.
But when?
His voice alone involuntarily excited every nerve she possessed. The kind of voice you heard delivering the news on the radio with the deep power that only professionals seem to own. From his broad chest and through his beautiful neck and gorgeous mouth issued a deep profundo that caused you sensual joy just by the listening. And listen she did. While she heard everything he said, Peg found that the tone of his voice alone was raising her raw sexual interest ever higher. She would ask him questions that she really did not need to know the answer to just to have his tones wash down her body, through her skin and straight into her inner being. This was the closest she was to sating her now incredible hunger.
As they left the bar Peg asked John to tell her a story.
What kind of story?" John inquired.
A bedroom story." Peg couldn't believe she said it.
How about a limo story instead", John replied as the driver opened the door of the stretch for them, "and only if I tell it on my terms".
Peg was unsure what that meant, but she agreed. John began to speak as he raised the privacy screen.
"I will speak as long as you do not break my train of thought by interrupting me or kissing me. I am a writer and I will compose our story here and I will need your help. As you are my inspiration I need to have your full attention, as well."
That was the beginning.
THE STORY
As John leaned forward, Peg closed her eyes in anticipation of a kiss only to be surprised when John removed the shawl from her neck.
Telling a tale reveals my inner self," he said, "if I am going to be exposing myself to you, I expect the same in return".
You already know almost everything I can think of," Peg protested, "I haven't held anything back that I know of".
True, but in your case the riskier exposure is the one of your body", John observed, " I think it is only fair that you show something of yourself to me."
With that he unbuttoned the top button of Peg's blouse.
If you want to hear our story, you need to undo a few more of those".
The silence was deafening, Peg trying to decide if this was really the way she wanted to initiate her sexual adventure with this man. What did she really know about him? A mystery from the start, John was clearly well educated and financially secure, but she knew nothing of his life to speak of. He claimed to be a widower, his wife lost to cancer at an early age. She had no idea where he lived or what he did for a living, but his self-assurance and the voice had her panties wet even as all of her warning bells went off. John sat silently.
Peg stopped thinking long enough to undo the remaining top two buttons to reveal the three quarter curve of her bosom. And John began to speak:
She got into the car unsure of where they were going, but knowing that she had decided at least subconsciously that the true adventure of the sexual relationship had begun" he said, "and now she had to decide whether to take another step".
Peg suddenly realized that John was composing with her as they sat there. This was a fantasy that had the benefit of being instantly fulfilled. She finished unbuttoning her blouse.
"As she removed the blouse, Peg revealed a exceptionally well rounded chest, captured in a very enticing white lace bra. Her nipples were protruding through the holes in the lace and the slight irritation of the fabric lead to the further swelling of the areolas." John reached into the bar and retrieved an ice cube, which he instantly touched to Peg's left nipple.
With the application of a little chill, Peg gasped and was told to sit on her hands. The continued circling of the nipples with the ice moistened the material of the bra and the erectile tissue of Peg's breast strain ever harder against her brassiere." By this point Peg was panting as the light nipple torture was driving her crazy. Every time Peg started to reach for John, he stopped talking, stopped touching her with the ice. She forced herself to just feel.
She rotated her skirt so that the white of both thighs were revealed to him". As he spoke, Peg acted, spinning her skirt so that her skin shone in the reflection of the moonlight. "She drew in her breath as the ice was placed between them, both chilling and thrilling Peg".
From this point on Peg did everything as John spoke it. She had never been a living fantasy before; in fact she had never even heard any of her friends talk about an experience quite like this. Now she allowed herself to be enveloped by the voice:
"Peg began pulling her nipples through her bra as her lover looked on, his brown eyes locked in an intense stare at her beautiful upper body. Tweaking the sensitive tissue as the cold water from the melting ice seeped down her thighs, Peg softly moaned as she felt her clitoris grow firm. John loved the sounds she made while she teased her areolas, occasionally reaching over and giving them a quick hard pull, himself."
"He pulled her bra away from her skin as he placed two small pieces of ice on her nipples and released the material to hold the ice in place while she sat on her hands again. Watching the interest grow in her lover, Peg squirmed while the chill ran down her chest and across her stomach. She could hear John's breathing become more rapid as she moaned and wriggled."
Now reaching under her buttocks, John pulled her panties towards him. She tried to help, but again he stopped the story until she sat still.
"She was unprepared as her man placed another ice cube on her vagina, the cold held tight in place against her clit by her betraying panties".
"Oh God, she cried out as the rivulets of the melting ice ran down around her little penis and trickled around her pussy before dripping across her anus where it lingered for a moment before tracing a line down between her cheeks".
She reached for the ice on her mound, but John grabbed her hands.
"You have to wait" John said, "and now you will have to wait a little longer". He placed another ice chip directly on to her clit and sat back to watch the water again run its torturous route down her wet pussy.
As she sat gasping with her eyes closed, Peg felt a rubber toy being put in her hand. She opened her eyes to see John rubbing yet another ice cube on the dildo he had just given her.
"Sticking the toy into her pussy, the cold creating an unbelievable sensation, making Peg shudder as John continued to ice her breasts," John continued his tale acting out the story as he told it. "He grabbed her left hand and had her force the toy in and out faster as she gasped at the feel of the ice and the bumps on the thick rubber dong". Between the ice on her nipples, the ice on her clit and the iced dildo in her pussy, Peg was unprepared for the sudden orgasm that overtook her.
"Ohmigod, oh, John, oh, Lover, ohmigod, oh, oh, oh," Peg cried out, but her outburst did not prevent John from helping her drive the tool completely into her love tunnel, holding it in tight while she gasped and screamed in her ecstatic throws. "Oh, oh, oh, oh" she kept going before she collapsed on the plush limo floor. John enjoyed watching her as she lay there quivering for a few moments before he spoke.
"Now its my turn to be told a story," John said. "Only you have to tell it with your actions alone, I am done talking for now".
PEG'S TALE
Peg sat there wet and drained as John sat back in the seat, still dressed impeccably and nonplussed. Peg thought for a moment and then stripped herself of all her clothes, leaving only her pearl necklace and diamond anklet on to adorn herself. She took the tool out of her pussy and placed it in her mouth so John could watch her cock sucking technique for a few moments. She reached down and fingered her pussy for him while she licked and sucked her cocksicle looking straight at him while she felt her clit get hard again.
As she held the toy in her mouth she slapped her breasts gently at first and then a little harder each time until she saw him smile. The finger on her clit was fast arousing her again and she took the toy and stuffed it in her pussy again, sitting on it so it would stay inside while she played hard and rough with herself. John did not move a muscle while she approached another orgasm.
She stared at him while the throes of her second orgasm overtook her. She never broke her gaze as she felt her juices run down her legs, and her nipples throb from the tough treatment she had just given them. And still he hadn't moved.
She moved towards John like a cat, walking on her hands and knees until her face was just over his fly. While she was looking into his eyes, Peg used her teeth to pull down John's zipper and her hands to undo the catch on his trousers, revealing black silk bikini briefs and a stomach utterly without fat. The beauty of this part of the man stopped her for a moment before she continued by tracing the lines of his muscles with her tongue. The man still had not moved an inch, but his interest was clear. His cock was a solid mass, not huge but big enough to promise a good ride and a tight fuck. She breathed on it through his briefs and was rewarded as she watched it bounce tight against the material. Using her teeth to pull the garment down, she hooked it under his sac, so she could lick his testicles and suck each one. She loved his smell; the taste of his flesh was a treat as well. Even his genitalia were beautiful.
Finally he groaned as she used her tongue to tease his balls. She felt them swell in her mouth as she continued her personal specialty, the mouth only fuck. She loved to use her mouth on an appreciative man, and John's cock was clearly approving of her treatment. The constant throbbing, the tight swelling of the veins, the unbending strength of the member thrilled Peg into performing as well as she could. Licking and sucking, licking and sucking she felt John's cum begin to seep out. Swirling her tongue around his dong she delicately licked the drops off his cut cock's head and let them warm in her mouth before she swallowed them down and him as well.
She refused to go faster than a crawl, she wanted to have him wait in the same fashion that she had been for three weeks now, hungry and wanting, needing that touch that would set off the explosion that the orgasm would be.
She grabbed his wrists as she sunk her mouth down over his member, opening her throat more and more with every dive. She could feel his cock get harder and his pulse race as she brought him slowly closer to completion, her mouth sucking hard on the upstroke, her tongue, teeth and lips teasing his sensitive tissue on the way down. Over and over licking and sucking until she heard John say "Oh God, Oh God, Oh Baby, baby here it comes!"
She stayed perched over his tool as she caught the thick stream of cum that rocketed out of his cock, sucking it in, drinking in the power of his release. His bucking was a reward for a job well done as well as she looked up and let him see her swallow his cum, licking his semen off her chin and greedily searching for more of it on his skin. She loved the taste of cum and his was sweeter still. And while there was more she could do, there would be more opportunities their lives to do it.
"Take me home, Storyteller, it's past my bedtime." Peg said, "I have another tale for you, but it will wait until another time".
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Welcome a new submittor at XWives. What a wonderful story. So well paced. So varied in point of view. Such instantly recognizable characters. And so hot. I mean burning. Hot hot hot. Thanx for submitting.
Hot Sex,
JoJo
jojo@jojojinx.com
posted by JoJo Jinx on Sunday, March 03, 2002
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