Travelling ... alone....

[DreamGrrl]

Braiden

She couldn't help but laugh.

The guy was absolutely massive - like her cousin Nicky was after the steroids - but she watched him shift uncomfortably, and his startled expression was actually rather ... well, endearing.

She turned to listen to his stuttered explanation, one eyebrow lifting even as she found herself grinning, propping a hand on her hip. Hearing his nervous reaction she propped one hand on her hip, desperately trying to keep a grip on her pop, candy, wallet, and cigarette and all without laughing in this poor guys face.

Instead, she stuck out her right hand and tried to give the guy another lopsided grin around the cigarette dangling in her mouth.

"Braiden. Nice to meet ya," she said and gave a low chuckle at the guys strained, startled look.

My, but damn if he didn't have some really, really nice blue eyes.

Shaking herself mentally, she gave his hand a brusque shake and then made a snap decision - one she could almost feel she wouldn't regret.

"Tell you what - why don't you walk me back to my room and then you can bring me back a cup of coffee - since thats actually what I came out here looking for?" she tried to compromise, flicking her butt off into the swirling white mass outside the semi-sheltered walkway.

She turned and gave him a smile, standing outside room 121, and offered him her hand again.

"Nice meetin' you Cal, hurry on back with that coffee now, won't you?" She gives another curl of her full lips and turns to unlock the room, shaking inwardly.

 

[mac_crazy]

"Tell you what - why don't you walk me back to my room and then you can bring me back a cup of coffee - since thats actually what I came out here looking for?"

She flicked her cigarette butt away with practiced ease. For some reason, Cal noticed that it banked off the metal garbage can, landed on the filter end, and continued to burn down towards its inevitable end. "Marlboro's don't fade away, they burn out," he quipped to himself, then brought his attention back to the pressing matter at hand.

"That sounds great. Go ahead and get warmed up, and I'll be back in 5 minutes."

She smiled again (at least he thinks she did), and slipped inside, closing the door behind her. Room 121. Easy to remember. For a world-class photojournalist, Cal had always had trouble remembering the littlest things. His mother had always consoled him about his bad memory, reminding him of Albert Einstein, who didn't have time to think about the little things, like what to wear on a given day. Instead, he had 7 identical suits in his closet, so he could use his brain for more meaningful tasks. "And everyone knows how smart Mr. Einstein was, Calvin," she would say.

Jesus, why was he thinking about his mother? A sexy, alluring woman had just invited him back to her hotel room, and he's thinking of his mother??? Ugh! That thought blew through his mind, and the one that replaced it put a smile on his face.

"Braiden," he said out loud, as he loped back to his room for the coffee. What kind of name was that? he wondered. Sounds almost Native American, and she did have long black hair, and beautiful dark skin. He made a mental note to ask her when he got back.

The coffee brewed in less than 4 minutes, and although it was barely enough to fill the two styrofoam cups he had pilfered from the hotel office, he started back to Room 121.

Twice he almost dropped the coffees by walking too fast, and spilling a bit on his hands. He swore both times under his breath, but made it to Braiden's room with both cups more than half full. Not able to knock on the door with his hands, he gently kicked the door a couple times.

"It's me, Cal, Braiden." No answer, door remained closed.

Shit, she probably went right to bed. Of course, she was trying to be nice, but blow him off at the same time! Nah, she's just in the bathroom. He kicked again, harder and louder this time. No answer. He sipped from the coffee in his left hand. Kicked one more time, probably too hard, too loud. A dog barked from somewhere around a corner.

The door opened. This time he did drop one of the coffees.

"Shit!! Oh, I'm sorry... Oh. Wow. You look... um... incredible."

As she looked down at the spilled coffee, another smirk/grin crossed her countenance. Cal stared at her, not believing what he was seeing. He had never seen a woman look so good in so little.

 

[DreamGrrl]

Braiden

Once again Braiden found herself on the verge of laughing this poor guy down to his socks. She really, really couldn't help it.

The spilled coffee steamed and oozed, spreading along the frozen concrete walkway and Braiden stepped back, trying to be at least hospitable. She gestured him into the room.

"Please, save the last few drops for me? I know its horribly rude but I was so praying for some decent joe..." She flashed him a full fledged smile, her full coral-colored lips pulling up into a huge bow. She let him navigate his way into the small room - he probably had one just like it, she figured, and instead turned back to the sink, snatching up her toothbrush and rinsing it off.

"Sorry about my current state of ... mmm undress?" she gave a soft laugh. "I was just going to take a quick shower after my run - get the blood pumping and the pores open, you know," she murmured incessantly, glancing over at him while he stood in the doorway.

For chrissakes, it was just a sportsbra and her underwear, a pair of still soggy boxers rolled up on her hips. She looked decent, right? Right. Ok, so everything was a little wet, transparent and clingy somewhere. But she'd just been running, dammit.

"Hey, uh, mind closing that door? I'm getting a tad cold," she gave him a crooked grin and a wink, looking down at her breasts, the nipples bulleted, to make her point.

 

[mac_crazy]

"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure. Sorry!"

He had been caught blatantly ogling her wet, supple body, especially her breasts, and her rock-hard nipples that poked out through her sportsbra, pointing directly at him like eyes in a photo that seem to follow you around the room.

But damn, she looked so good! And despite his eyes almost popping out of his head, she didn't seem to mind the attention. He still felt like an idiot for dropping the coffee, but she had a way of making him feel comfortable already.

"Sorry about the coffee. Please, take this one. I might steal a sip or two, but you should have it."

He set the styrofoam cup o'joe down on the small dresser, as she now had her back turned to him at the sink. As he glanced up, she had leaned over the sink for a moment, and he got a quick view of her tight ass cheeks. A vision of him behind her, fucking her doggie-style, flashed through his head.
He quickly pushed it back in his mind.

"So, you're a jogger, eh?" Nice question, brainiac. Of course she is, she was just jogging, wasn't she?

"You look like you're in great shape. I mean, not that I was staring or anything," he stammered.

Damn, Cal, get a hold of yourself! She's hot, no doubt, and her tits are practically jumping out of that bra at you, but take it easy! he yelled in his head.

He took a step further into the room, took off his coat, laid it over the back of the single folding chair in the corner.

"Nice rooms, eh? You'll love the bed. Nice and springy." He meant it to be a joke, an ice-breaker, but the look he saw on her face when she turned back around to face him told him she took it a little more seriously.

 

[DreamGrrl]

Braiden

She couldn't help it this time - she really did laugh. It was a full bodied sound, her head falling back and her stomach rippling. Her shoulders were still shaking as she turned. Her eyes, slanted and shining from her amusement, slid up to meet his.

Involuntarily, she found herself taking a step backwards. He was rather large, she absently noticed. Not as tall as her ex, of course, but how do you measure up to a 7'3 half-Korean bouncer, right? Her eyes widened, rounded, and she spun around and snatched the hairbrush off the bathroom counter, beginning to unbraid her sodden hair and brush it out before she hopped in the shower.

If she ever got there. Somehow, this guy gave her the impression that maybe it'd be more work than just a good run to get beneath the steaming jets.

"Uh, ya... I run. Mostly just to amuse myself, since I'm no real health fanatic - hell, you saw me, I smoke. Does that scream fitness guru at you?" she chuckled and flashed him another half smile.

She watched him shut the door and peel out of his coat, her eyes widening a little more, her chest suddenly feeling rather constricted.

"Thanks for the coffee..." she began to mutter, but then he started in on the massive king-size bed and Braiden felt her cheekbones heating, knowing without looking that even as her right hand absently brushed out her dark hair the slanted lines of her face were being tinged a faint pink.

"Well, this ain't the Marriot," she snidely said, yet it was an empty-minded smartass remark that had nothing to do with her accelerated pulse or the fact that her little pink tongue couldn't stop circling her lips.

Maybe this hadn't been the greatest of ideas... she vaguely realized...

 

[cgraven]

Janey was such a passive little lamb and know was the time as she steady her self on the bed’s edge.

“Oh Janey your cami an is wet trough Let me help you get it off.”

My hands slowly took the Helm of the flimsy garment and eased it up over Janey’s lush young body. I was tempted to rip it from her body but that would spoil the game we where know playing. Her breasts where shapely not to large or small but perfect for her young supple build. My mouth watered at the sight of her. Janey’s discarded cami fluttered to the floor as I dropped it from my hand.

Janey your bra and panties are wet through you need to get out of them quickly and get under the covers before you catch your death of cold…….. Now be a good girl and do as you are told.”

I was pushing her a bit now but the drug should be in full force and I looked forward to this innocent completely stripping for me. She would perform for me just a bit later, and I was really looking forwarded to that.

 

[mac_crazy]

"Well, this ain't the Marriott."

Sheesh, was this chick gettin an attitude? She seemed friendly enough, but he was gettin some kinda weird vibe from her now. His global journeys on photo shoots in places like Beirut, Iraq, and Israel had honed his senses to a fine point, and despite sometimes being awkward with women, he was pretty adept at picking up volatile signals early.

"Hey, if you want, I can go. I was just lookin for some company on a shitty night in a shitty town. But if you got better plans, say so."

She had taken a step backwards, and continued pulling the brush through her curly black locks. Couldn't be Indian, they have straight hair, don't they? His next guess would have been Far East heritage.

Braiden had laughed out loud (at him?) a minute ago, but now he was sensing something else. Was it fear? His size had definitely intimidated more than a few individuals in his time, both intentionally and by pure accident. But he thought he was coming off as clumsy, not violent.

He waited for her to answer.

 

[DreamGrrl]

Braiden

Braiden instantly felt her blush intensify.

Feeling like a total ass she dropped her eyes.

"Hey, no, don't. I'm sorry. Really, you've got the right idea - some nice company in a hole-in-the-wall place like this. I'm sorry."

She shrugged and then turned around to replace the hairbrush on the counter. She cast him a look over one shoulder, and then moved to sit on the edge of bed, her knees a handsbreath away from his as he sat in the rooms only chair.

"You gotta 'scuse me and my mouth. Sometimes it seems like its working independant of the rest of my brain." She gave him another grin and then laughed. "And always at the most inappropriate times. I hate digging my foot out of it, yanno?"

She suddenly gave him a sly grin, realizing there were worse things to pry out of her overactive mouth.

 

[mac_crazy]

"No problem, Braiden," he exhaled. He was hoping to God that she wouldn't send him packing. He kinda liked the tough-chick attitude anyway, it made things more fun. Maybe later we'll see how much she likes to fight, he thought, as she sat on the bed across from him and gave another sly grin.

She still hadn't put anymore clothing on, and although her nipples weren't pushing through the thin fabric of her bra as much now, he could still make out the dark areolas under the sheer fabric. He felt a familiar stirring between his legs.

Her remark about putting her foot in her mouth instantly made him think of putting his cock between her supple coral-colored lips, and seeing how she would like that. But he simply replied,

"I have that problem too sometimes, opening my big mouth when I probably shouldn't."

She leaned back on the bed, almost invitingly, and her breasts strained against her bra, trying to escape. He glanced down, and noticed her boxer shorts had ridden up her right leg. He had a clear view of her pussy, and he didn't see a hint of pubic hair. The stirring he felt a few minutes ago quickly shifted gears into a full-blown throb.

Braiden either didn't notice, or didn't care, and he took that as a good sign.

"Man, I was running pretty hard tryin to catch up with you out there. I could probably use a shower myself," he started. "In my room the hot water only lasts about 3 minutes, so maybe I could jump in after you?"

He wasn't sure if that was the right route to take, but she seemed very sure of herself, and would do whatever she wanted to. Well, until he took control, he thought, then she would do what he wanted her to.

He saw a surprised look cross her face for a split-second, then she was up on her feet again, lips slightly parted...

 

[DreamGrrl]

Braiden

She really, really liked the way her name rolled off his lips.

She sat, that lopsided grin on her face, bobbing her head inanely as he tried to commiserate with her. Her tongue was flicking over her lips again, but instead she gave a low, husky laugh.

She fell back on her elbows, perusing him through her dark lashes. She suddenly realized her vulnerable position as she noticed the growing bulge between his legs and her breath hitched in her chest. She shivered slightly and abruptly sat up, getting ready to tell this stranger in her room precisely where she thought he could -

"...maybe I could jump in after you?"

The shower. Damn, he had been talking about the shower.

She stood up, suddenly feeling very flustered, his nearness setting her on edge. Her tongue was dancing across her lips again - a sure sign of her nervousness - and she realized maybe she had just best do the polite thing and then...

And then what?

With uncertain hands she plucked up the white styrofoam cup, tipping it back and taking a hasty swallow. The coffee, though now luke-warm, was still strong and she could almost feel her veins expanding with the surge of caffeine.

She hadn't meant to stand that close to him, however. She could feel his thigh thigh pressing against the back of her leg and she again swallowed hastily.

Then she was thrusting the cup back at him, uncertainty plaguing her.

"Well, I can't think the hot water would do me any better, quite honestly." she said wryly. "Want some?" She almost groaned, watching his eyes skim up her body.

Her tongue was out darting over her lips again, and she was almost panting.

 

[mac_crazy]

"Want some?" she breathed.

Jesus, did he want some of what? She looked so seductive at that moment, he wanted to throw her on the bed and ravish her body! Although she was pushing the coffee cup in front of his face, he wasn't stupid: She was coming on to him. Flashing her body around like she'd been doing since he got there, she must want something more than conversation from him.

She was standing less than 18 inches away from him, his thigh was brushing the back of her leg, and she continued to run that beautiful, sensual tongue over her full lips. He wasn't exactly Casanova, but he knew if this wasn't a chance to make a move on this woman, he would never see one.

He raised his right hand, barely running his fingertips up the back of her left thigh, almost up to where her thigh met her buttock. Then back down again.

"Ohhh.." she gasped, and he repeated the motion, his deep blue eyes gazing right back at her jade ones. He could hear her barely audible panting sounds, and as his hand made its way back up her thigh, rounding it until his fingers felt the folds of skin that could only be her moist lips, she closed her eyes, let her head tilt back a bit, and again let out a low sigh: "Mmmhhh..."

They remained there for what seemed like 1/2 an hour, but was really about 3 full minutes, him fully clothed, stroking the back of her leg, down to her knee, back up to the warm skin between her thighs, her standing there, eyes closed, moaning softly, as she received his light touch.

His mind ran through his options, discarding every single one, until it came to the one that had him standing up, taking her face gently between his strong hands, and kissing her fully on the lips.

His body did what his mind told it to, and her eyes met his at the same time his lips met hers.

 

[DreamGrrl]

Braiden

Then, suddenly, he was touching her. His fingers were gently stroking against the back of her thigh and she was surprised she didn't collapse into his lap right then and there. She could feel her inner thighs quivering, her breath splintering into a soft sight of pleasure as she watched that large hand glide up and down her leg...

"Ohhh.." she gasped, and he repeated the motion, his deep blue eyes gazing right back at her jade ones. He could hear her barely audible panting sounds, and as his hand made its way back up her thigh, rounding it until his fingers felt the folds of skin that could only be her moist lips, she closed her eyes, let her head tilt back a bit, and again let out a low sigh: "Mmmhhh..."

She couldn't help it .. her hips were now squirming openly as she slowly settled the coffee cup on the table beside him. She really couldn't think - but she could feel... Oh, god, how she could feel!

That teasing, taunting, butterfly's stroke on her outer lips had them stiffening, flushing and burning as they turned rosy underneath his skilled fingertips. Dear god... she could feel her flesh ripening and pressing eagerly into his of its own volition...

Then suddenly he was standing up, those large hands curling delicately around her face as her eyes flickered up to meet his, wide, glittering and slightly dazed, she felt his mouth press hungrily to hers.

Her lips were moist, pliant - parted and yet hungry against his. Her body arched, her head held firm by those long, strong fingers, the rest of her tipping to press her still damp flesh against him from breastbone to knee... She mewed in the back of her throat as she felt his tongue plunging and scouring her mouth, the heated cavern hungrily drawing it deep within her.

 

[restlessheart34]

OUTLAW

walk round the hotel and finds his way to the bar.

he orders a triple run and coke no ice and starts a drinking bing tryin to forget a woman he loved with all his heart but she left him for his bestfriend.

now he rides the bus town to town and does odd jobs and drinks.

 

[mac_crazy]

Cal...

_______

Her lips were like silk, caressing his as he thrust his tongue into her mouth. Her moans of pleasure floated into his ears, her hands gripping his taut biceps excited him to no end. Cal could feel her hips undulating, he moved his hands from her soft cheeks down, brushing her nipples, which had returned to their upright position. He flicked each one of them with his thumbs as they passed, feeling her twitch each time. His palms slid down her slim waist, around to her firm ass, and he gently squeezed, pulling her closer.

"Mmmmm, Cal..." she moaned softly. Her body was so warm, so compelling, so inviting.

Cal suddenly decided he wanted more. He quickly lifted Braiden up off her feet, evoking a small squeal of surprise from her, and lowered her down to the bed beside them, their lips still locked together.

He slipped his fingers under the hem of her bra, and gently lifted it up over her head, exposing the two most beautiful tits he had ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. She was laying flat on her back, but they still pointed straight up at him, nipples at full attention. He couldn't wait to close his lips around each one.

"You're fantastic," he growled, and pushed his tongue into her mouth again, before she could respond. His throbbing cock was practically bursting through his pants.

As he removed her bra over her head, he held her petite wrists firmly above her head with one burly hand. She couldn't have broken his grip if she wanted to, but Cal quickly got the feeling that she liked to be the passive one. She gave way to his aggressive movements, allowing him to hold her in that position while his other hand slid down her taut stomach, all the while probing her warm, wet mouth with his tongue.

His left hand was just breaching the waistband of her boxers, on a mission to reach the wetness he knew waited just a bit further south, when the telephone on the nightstand broke the passionate silence with its piercing ring..

 

[DreamGrrl]

Braiden

Her heart was thundering along at a million miles a minute, and she could feel the rush of blood pounding through her head and ears.

She lay sprawled and half naked beneath him, her wrists pinioned over her head by one of his strong hands. All she could do was writhe and moan against his hungry mouth as it pressed on hers. She could feel the scrape of the fabric over his chest as he pressed against her, digging and grinding into her dark, puckered nipples, and it only made her arch towards him hungrily.

It had felt so natural for him to take control - for him to lead them both down this path of sensual delight - that she hadn't really struggled or fought his advances. Inside, she had simply wanted them, desperately. Her legs lifted to cradle him against her and then he was rolling away and she cried out in audible protest.

She had felt his pulsing flesh against her thigh and her hips were already twisting in anticipation as his hand began dipping down her rippling stomach. She moaned, low and soft against his plundering tongue, her hips rising off the bed to meet his exploratory fingers, excitement and hunger making her mew and whimper madly.

The phone burst into her haze of sexual need and she fell back from his mouth, gasping, looking at him with huge, stunned eyes before she quickly rolled over and snatched the handset out of its' cradle.

"Ya? Uh... uh huh... ok. Ya, gee thanks."

The conversation had been abrupt and she practically threw the phone back onto the nightstand, turning on the edge of the bed to glance at the still-sprawled, dishevelled man there out of the corner of her eye.

"They think the pass will be closed for a few days. Guess I'm stuck here with you. Too bad, huh?" she said with a lazy grin.

 

[mac_crazy]

The phone was the last thing he expected to hear; his entire being was focused on her body, her kisses, her tongue. When it rang, it shocked him as if a firearm had just been discharged in the room.

Braiden broke their kiss, gave him a sort of stunned look, then rolled over to snatch the phone off its cradle before it could ring again.

"Ya? Uh... uh huh... ok. Ya, gee thanks."

She tossed the handset in the direction of the nightstand without looking and turned back to him, her full breasts swaying with her movement. God, he couldn't get over how sexy she was, the body of a goddess...

"They think the pass will be closed for a few days. Guess I'm stuck here with you. Too bad, huh?" she grinned at him.

He scanned her body slowly, (making sure that she knew he was sizing her up) from her beautiful green eyes, following her dark locks down over her shoulders, past her heaving breasts, til his eyes reached her slender legs, and imagined them spread wide, his tongue slowly tracing the inside of her thighs upward...

"Wow, that IS a shame... what are we gonna do with ourselves to pass the time?"

 

[DreamGrrl]

Braiden

She sat expectantly, watching his eyes rove over her heavy, mussed hair and heaving chest before dipping down along the rest of her frame. His eyes were like granite chips and she could see the desire that tinged them darkly. His mouth opened to speak and she watched his tongue and found herself shivering.

Goosebumps rippled across the surface of her skin. Her nipples, already puckered and bulleted, tingled delightfully, her back arching slightly to ease the ache and send some stimulation their way. The rush of air only made them leap more and she glanced at Cal, giving him a rather licentious grin.

"Wow, that IS a shame... what are we gonna do with ourselves to pass the time?"

Braiden's tongue once more flicked out over her lips and she turned over, crawling on hands and knees, hips swinging behind her to nuzzle Cal's ear and jawline, tongue flickering as she whispers,

"The front desk guy says there's a few open businesses a couple of blocks over... so maybe.. we could get a little-" she licked his earlobe again, "sweatier, grab that shower, and then go get something hot and delicious to eat... and something sweet for dessert, hmm?" She lowered her head to nip at his shoulder, practically purring...

 

[mac_crazy]

*Cal*
________

She had crawled on hands and knees over to him, lightly kissing and nuzzling his neck and earlobe.
She may have known that she was applying her soft tongue to one of the most sensitive parts of his body, but he groaned softly with pleasure, just to make sure.

"Yeah, sweatier... we wouldn't want to waste a shower on bodies that weren't hot and sticky, now would we?"

And with that, he swiftly rolled her over on her back, gazed once more into her sharp jade eyes, and moved his tongue to her neck, lightly licking, nipping at her soft tanned skin. He traced down her throat, nibbled at her collarbone, and gently took a breast in each hand. He pushed them together, getting the nipples as close to each other as possible, and ran his tongue over them, one at a time. They were like tiny steel rods, as hard as could be, but the soft flesh felt so good between his lips.

His mouth concentrated on her left breast and nipple, as his left hand began another trek down towards her navel. He slid his fingers inside the waistband of her boxers, and did what he could to slide them downward. He wanted to see her full naked body in the worst way now.

"These have to go," he whispered, tugging at her shorts... "and I'm not waiting another minute to eat something hot and delicious..."

 

[DreamGrrl]

Braiden

She couldn't help but give a feral grin as she heard the soft groan rumble out from Cal's chest. She was purring and nuzzling his neck -

When she abruptly found herself on her back once more, half-pinned beneath the delicious weight of his body. His mouth lowered to her neck and she tipped her head back, giving him more access and baring the soft, sensitive flesh to his eager mouth. Her moans were deep and full of longing as her hands buried themselves in his hair, clutching his lowering head to her flushed, panting body.

When his hands scooped up each of her breasts she could only arch her back and watch him through narrowed eyes that glittered with her excitement. Pressing them together only made their ache that much more intense - but when his tongue began circling her painfully erect nipples her head thrashed and her body shuddered powerfully, her moans revealing just how deeply and how hungry her swollen, aching flesh was for him.

She felt his hand easing down her twisting body and her flesh rippled, arching sinuously to meet his each inch of the way, thrilling in his touch with little spasms and waves of goosebumps across her too-sensitive skin.

She felt his hand brushing her bare mons and couldn't help the half-growl half-purr that tore from her throat, her hips rising and aiming for his delightful hand...

Which seemed otherwise preoccupied in removing the damp cotton fabric scrap from around her hips. He eased it partly down her thighs and Braiden bicycled her legs, drawing the cloth down and finally kicking it off into oblivion.

"... I'm not waiting another minute to eat something hot and delicious..." His words broke through the fog of desire clouding her mind and she couldn't help but cry out with the desire they fed in her.

Her legs lifted and bent, splaying of their own accord, her hips twisting even as she grabbed his free hand and pressed it against her abdomen, sliding it long until his long, thick fingers pressed against her outer lips, puffy and sweetly glazed, seeming to part and nudge and attempt to swallow his hand all at once.

"Oohhhh god, I need you so bad!" she panted out, looking down at the dark hair pressed against her heaving chest and lifting her hands to grab his head and pull his mouth to hers, her tongue lashing at his lips before courting his tongue inside hers and then her cheeks dimpling as she sucked his tongue deep into her mouth, mewing and twisting her body against his.

 

[mac_crazy]

*Cal*
_______

Her purring and moaning was driving Cal crazy! She was the hottest, most provocative woman he had ever been with, and they were just getting started. A simple tug by him on her boxers, and she lifted her legs, kicked them off, and spread wide for him in one fluent motion.

She grabbed his hand, pulled it to her flat stomach, and slid it slowly down to her warm wetness. Her swollen, clean-shaven outer lips practically parted themselves in excitement, as his long middle finger found its way inside her.

"Oh God, I need you so bad," she panted. He was not going to disappoint her, that was a dead-nuts lock.

Braiden pulled his mouth to hers, licking his lips, and finally sucking his tongue in her warm mouth. But he had another mission for his tongue, and he took it back from her.

"I told you, baby, I wanna eat... and that's what I'm gonna do... just lay back and let me taste you..."

His tongue snaked its way south again, taking a pitstop at each still-hard nipple, then took the route through the curvaceous valley between her mountainous breasts. He approached her navel, circled it, and began the final descent. The lovely scent of her juices filled his nostrils, and he moaned again. "You smell so sweet, Braiden," he uttered softly.

His thick ring finger had by this time joined its neighboring digit inside her tight wet slit, and her hips were twisting left and right. He held his left hand palm-up, so that his two fingers were side by side in her pussy, gently spreading her open, leaving a perfect path for his tongue to find her swollen clitoris. He inhaled her tangy aroma once more, and took her clit between her lips...

 

[DreamGrrl]

Braiden

Mentally, Braiden was chewing herself up and spitting herself out.

Up one side and down the other... This was just too bizarre for words! Here she was, snowbound in some strange town, in a hole-in-the-wall hotel. As if THAT wasn't enough, she was buck naked and going at it with some stranger!

Braiden didn't understand herself.... it all felt so weird and confusing... But at the same time, she wasn't going to stop herself. The way this guy made her feel - the way he talked to her, stroked her eager flesh... It was way, way too intense to give up!

She just prayed her libido wasn't going to get her in any real trouble. God knew, she was ever the strait-laced one. Maybe this was the random unleashing fuck with a stranger she needed to put her back to rights...

Braiden's head thrashed, her hair whipping out around it as he tore his lips away.

"Oohhh noooo," she moaned softly, shaking her head, yet her hips rising to the insistent press and intrusion of his flesh against hers. She felt his fingers spearing apart her throbbing nether flesh, she could feel herself convulsing and coating his probing fingers, his tracing hand with the fevered, scented dew of her desire.

His mouth began trailing down her body, incendiary and tortuous, making her entire body squirm, her head falling back to press into the bed as he slid a second finger between her swollen, rubied, pouting flesh and into her inner walls. She could feel them stretching, the heavy, full sensation only making her gasp and cry louder, her flesh speared and opening beneath his touch with sweet, liquid fire.

Her thighs were flexed, lifting her hips almost grotesquely into the air, her back arched to thrust her hungry breasts into the cool air and her neck pressing her head back into the bed as she grit her teeth and shuddered, moaning as her body was onslaught to a myriad of sensations that was driving her wild!

When his tongue - hot, moist, thick, solid - pressed against her irridescent little pearl, her hips did leap up off the bed, pressing herself against his mouth as her hands splayed and clutched emptily at the bed covers, her body shuddering, rippling, convulsing madly at that enticing little touch.

Braiden couldn't help herself, she let out a half-growled "OohhHHH FUCK!" as her eyes sprang open, her mouth opening in a huge O as pleasure began to rock and lick its' way along her senses...

 

[mac_crazy]

*Cal*
_____


A couple of thoughts were running through Cal's mind simultaneously, but everytime he tried to focus on one of them, mainly "How did we get this far this fast?", Braiden would raise her hips towards his mouth, or her body would quiver from the pleasure he was affording her. He wondered briefly what made this sensuous stranger decide to have sex with him, in virtually no time flat? Not to mention the fact that this was a rundown hotel in Buttfuck, West Virginia. Before he could come up with any kind of sane answer, she bucked her hips again, and he could feel the inner walls of her wet womanhood contracting tighter around his fingers. He began sliding them in a slow in-and-out motion, almost completely pulling them out of her, then pushing them ever so slowly deep inside again. His fingers dripped with her juices, and he longed to dip each of them in his mouth and suck every drop of her off. But he couldn't pull his tongue away from her clit, she sounded like she was nearing her peak, and he knew if he pushed her over that orgasmic edge, he would taste all the sexy fluids he could handle. He rolled her swollen nub around with the tip of his tongue again, and she let out a cry:

"OohhHHH FUCK!" she moaned, and he snuck a peek upward at her. She had white-knuckle grips on the sheets with both hands, her green irises hidden behind her eyelids as her body convulsed in the throes of ecstasy. Cal had been balancing himself with his right hand, but now used his back muscles to hold himself over her, and began gently squeezing her ass cheeks, lightly running a finger up towards the opening between them. He wanted her cum, and he wanted her to experience the best orgasm of her life. And from the guttural sounds she was now making as he probed the deepest recesses of her sexual opening, he thought maybe he was going to accomplish those goals.

His throbbing member was punching a hole in his pants now, he had to release it, but was so enthralled with her pleasure, he put it out of his mind for another moment...

 

[DreamGrrl]

Braiden

OOC:
Oooh damn. Be still my beating ... heart. Ya, thats it. LOL

^_~


*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

All rational thought fled.

Instead, Braiden found herself gasping for air, floundering as those skilled hands and divine tongue drove her through the roof! She could feel his fingers twisting, delving, probing and flexing inside her pulsing flesh and she could feel the answering convulsions of her own body. His tongue scooped and rolled at her clit and Braiden's body arched, each muscle flexed, even her heart seeming to thunder rapidly - stretched and crying out wildly as if she had been struck by lightning.

Behind her clenched lids, the entire universe burst into a multi-colored starburst.

Seconds later her body collapsed back onto the bed, each muscle suddenly rippling and convulsing while her sweet inner flesh locked around those thrusting fingers in a clenching, vise-like grip. She could feel the heated rush of her own sweet flood of release and suddenly half-sat up, propped on one elbow, dazedly staring at the man bent between her splayed thighs.

Screw modesty and propriety, this boy had sent her into outer space!

Still barely coherent in thought or deed, Braiden swung herself upwards and found herself reaching for the man braced between her still-quivering, flushed and now dewy inner thighs. She tugged at his collar, moaning,

"I'm naked - you've got on too many clothes. Oooh please... I want to feel you against me!" Her voice petered off breathlessly as another aftershock rippled through her limbs, making her body ripple and undulate and her head to fall back as she cried out again in sheer, luxuriant pleasure...

 

[mac_crazy]

*Cal*
_____

If he hadn't actually been in a real earthquake back in India in '94, he might not have made the connection. But he was in downtown New Delhi in '94, and the ground trembled slightly, momentarily, just before the ground opened up and roared.

And Braiden had her own little earthquake going. Cal's tongue was doing figure 8's on her clit, and her hips were raised completely off the bed, almost grinding her wet opening into his lips and mouth. He could feel her body quivering, shaking, her orgasm building from deep within her. He lowered his tongue down between his two spread fingers, and licked his way up the dripping crevice, up around her clit and back down. That was the last straw. Her body clenched as if electrocuted, and her muscles went completely taut. He continued licking at her, as her juices flowed steadily out of her, right onto his tongue lips, and cheeks. He couldn't get enough of it, he lapped it up like a man dying of thirst in the Sahara who finds a cool stream. She finally relaxed a bit, the waves of her ecstasy ebbing now. She propped herself up on one elbow. Her eyes had a glaze over them, probably exactly like his cheeks did, which Cal could feel were covered with her sticky cum.

She suddenly sat up, grabbed him by the collar, and cooed, "I'm naked - you've got on too many clothes. Oooh please... I want to feel you against me!"

Cal thought that there probably would never be words which filled him with such excitement as those just did. He slowly stood up, unbuttoned his shirt, and took it off, exposing his well-built torso, and clearly defined abs, pecs and biceps. He wanted to explore every part of her body and he didn't want to wait. He moved toward her again, ready to enjoy even more of this strange, wonderful, beautiful woman.

 

[DreamGrrl]

Braiden

Braiden felt herself too far gone to even really bother thinking of anything else at this point in time except for the span of the next few minutes. The delicious sensations still racing along her flesh were truly heavenly, and she couldn't wait to see what came next -

Because she knew, from books and talking with friends, that at this point, it always got better. She licked her lips and watched Cal lift himself off the bed, wondering to herself - just how much better could it get?

Her own body was flushed and lightly misted from her recent excercise and then the sweet lashing Cal's oh-so-talented tongue had lavished on her. Her stomach was still rippling with tiny aftershocks, and her chest heaved worse than it had after her run; each limb felt like it was filled with molten silver and she was feeling lambent, drowsy - with all the purring she had done, she figured she was the got who most definately got the canary!

She started to sit up as Cal began undoing his shirt, but the physical drain and honey flowing in her limbs ended up with her collapsing on her elbows near the edge of the bed, drawing her legs up beneath her as she tried to sit up.

By this time, Cal had shed his shirt and she couldn't help but give a purely feminine smile as she traced his physique with glittering eyes. She watched him approach the bed, and as he eased towards her on the spread she reached up for his waistband, her slender fingers eagerly working at the button and zipper and tugging the waist quickly down, her tongue caught between her teeth as she glanced up and gave him a soft laugh, catching him watching her.

As his pants slid down, she suddenly leaned forward, her mouth opening wide over his navel, her tongue swirling inside as her mouth slurped hungrily, the sound escaping to echo around them both...