Feb 182007
My dear friend G.Host Writer has given me a story he’d like us to read.
No, it’s not about me. I wish it was about me!
Enjoy, and leave him a comment. Let him know if you felt a small twinge of jealously for him. Or her.
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Don’t Judge a Book by Its Cover
by G.Host Writer
She looks like an attractive mom in her mid-30’s. She’s actually in her earliest 40′s. She wears simple outfits, nothing that really accentuates her slender toned runner’s body underneath. She lacks pretension. She’s a mom, 3-times over, with 2 in high school and one in college. You’d never believe it looking at her. She’s divorced for a couple of years now, and in the meantime in addition to working and being a mom started to go back to school to get the degree she never received.
She doesn’t swear. She blushes easily. She’s soft-spoken. She’s quick with a smile, harsh words are rare. All things point to a simple, innocent existence.
We’ve gone out a few times. Lots of coffee dates. A few that have stretched into movies, dinners, etc. I’ve met both daughters, haven’t met the son yet.
I’ve sat at a game, arm in arm, hands clasped together with this lovely fair-skinned auburn-haired woman, with a gaggle of her friends. We’ve made out like teenagers once or twice. Recently she invited me back to her house after a late dinner. I got to sit and enjoy the family until the girls went to bed. Her and I sat and talked until it was way too late for a school night, and then I started to leave. After putting on my coat, and exchanging a deep kiss, she held the door for me. I told her stay warm, go back inside. I caught her gaze..she caught mine…she put a hand behind my neck and I put one at the small of her back and our bodies thrust together and our mouths devoured each other until both of our knees nearly gave out. We were both left panting. I drove home with thoughts of her dancing in my head, but still thinking that was the most fire she had in her.
Over the weekend, she came to my house for the first time – after coffee, a movie, and dinner. She met the dog, and the dog took an instant liking to her – partially because she brought treats. We sat on my couch and played board games and talked, using the coffee table to hold the game board. We took our time, holding each other, playing with each other’s hair, telling each other that we were a distraction to the game, etc. Until she finally beat me – again. We laughed, and talked, and then she laid onto my lap,.lifted an arm to my neck and pulled me down into a kiss. Our mouths met slowly, softly, our hands slowly caressing each other’s arms and back.
This went on for a while, then we’d stop to catch our breath. I was curious where this was going, not wanting to push her but definitely interested in pursuing her.
My hands moved through her hair, and her mouth moved to my neck and ear and made me squirm. She rolled so that I was under her and she ran her hands under my sweater exploring my chest through my t-shirt. My hands found the opening at the small of her back, where her sweater was now about an inch above her waist line, and I touched the soft skin there. She moaned softly.
The temperature changed.
Suddenly there was much more urgency in our kissing. I was grunting, she was moaning. As my fingertips danced up her spine her body started to jerk and she was whispering my name urgently. I moved my hands along her sides, tracing her ribs along her soft skin, and it made her flesh tingle. She writhed and moaned and whimpered. Her hands tugged at my t-shirt and found the flesh of my torso. She slowly explored, and when her fingertips began to play with my nipples she caught the change in my body’s reaction and my breathing, and covered my ear with her mouth. My body was writhing almost as much as hers.
On my couch side my side now, she was crushed against me. We were whispering to each other in the swelter of our mutual desire. Ever the sweetie, she was almost in tears, even apologizing at one point for it because she felt overwhelmed by all the feelings. I kissed her cheek, played with her hair, gently caressed the flesh of her back under her sweater. I told her everything was okay, that I was right there. I whispered softly into her ear that there was no reason to apologize, because I wouldn’t trade her being next to me like that for anything. The honesty of the words slipped out of my mouth almost too easily. I finished my sentence and kissed her ear, and then under it, and she whimpered my name. My mouth moved to her neck and then her lips.
She rolled us over with her on top again, yanked my shirt up and began to kiss my chest. This drives me completely out of my mind, and my body was losing control. I was growling her name, writhing under her, and she was quick to pick up on it and started biting and sucking my nipples in a way that sent shivers to other parts of my anatomy quickly.
She moved from one to the other and my body was on fire. She finally lifted her mouth from my chest and crushed my lips with hers, I rolled us onto our sides and stroked my fingers along her sides and then up over her bra-encased breasts. I slowly brushed my fingers over her left nipple, feeling it rise under me. She started moaning my name and hooked a leg around mine. Her hips started moving wildly, and she called me a tease. I rolled her hard bud between my fingers and she cried my name out loudly over and over, with moans as loud as some of mine in-between. She collapsed down on me and held me tight. I slowly let me hands roam her wonderful bottom and her amazingly soft skin on her back.
We lay like that a long time, just caressing. She glowed with perspiration. And her scent was now wafting in the room, driving me even crazier. She tells me how she likes the way we physically fit together. I readily agree.
We whispered, laughed, and then my touches on her spine made her moan. She made some comment about how tough it was for her to behave with me doing that. And then she bit my neck hard and I growled loudly.
She mauls my neck and my ear, and I dance my fingers up her spine again and unfasten her bra. She moans and starts to gyrate to me when it comes undone. I’ve never been with anyone this excitable, whose body moves like this at the softest touch. I move my hands under her bra and find her nipple again, teasing it, rolling it, tugging it, and she cries my name out over and over, louder and louder, her body moving wildly against mine until she collapses on me again.
I can feel her warmth and her dampness through her denim and through mine. She can no doubt feel my desire pressed to her. Her scent permeates the room even stronger.
She tells me her heart is racing, and she can hear mine doing the same. We’re locked tight, and the room is like a sauna. She tells me she likes how I treat the game winner. I tell her I was brought up to be a good sport. She laughs and presses to me.
My hands are on her hips again, and they are suddenly pressing and circling. She tells me she likes the fact that we are trying desperately to behave. And in the next breath she tells me she’s not exactly sure why we are, but she likes it. She tells me that knows that when we finally decide to stop behaving, it’s going to be really good. She rolls us again, her on top, and she presses her crotch down on mine.
I gasp, and she lowers her face to mine. I run my tongue along the edges of her mouth, whispering my reply, telling her that I think we’re both hesitant to do the wrong thing, but we’re clearly trying to drive each other crazy.
She tells me she’s thinking she should leave…as she rolls her hips against me. I snarl and bite her neck. She cries out my name and I yank her sweater up and begin to attack one breast then the other with my mouth. She’s moaning incredibly loudly, something I never would have guessed from her, and yelling my name. I tease and suck and bite and lick and her hips are completely out of control. Suddenly she yells my name even louder and wraps her arm around my head. Her pelvis lifts off of mine and her legs lock straight out, her body shaking hard. She’s got me in a headlock so tight I’m certain she’s already crushed an eardrum and she might be close to snapping my neck. And I realize that she just came incredibly hard, and we’re both still wearing all our clothes.
She trembles down onto me, releasing her headlock but unable to keep her body still. I run my fingers through her hair. She tells me how she still feels it running through her.
We spend the better part of the next hour touching and teasing, but she seems hesitant to move forward more, and I don’t want to push her. She talks about how she should go before she doesn’t leave…and kisses me. I tell her there are a million things I want to do to her, but I don’t want to go anywhere she isn’t ready for…she tells me that they are probably close to the million things she wants to do with me…I slip from beside her and sit up, leaving her chest-down on the couch across my thighs and then I kiss the small of her back. Her hips roll and she warns me that she’s trying to leave and I’m revving her up. I tell her I’m just trying to give her a proper goodbye.
I tell her I still think she’s lying about her age — she looks too young, her skin is too tight and soft, for her to be the age she claims. I kiss the small of her back again, and she moans my name.
Eventually we find a way to disengage, get vertical, and she embarks on her trip home. There are multiple kisses along the short trip to the front door.
I can’t get her out of my mind…the rest of the night…into the morning..the afternoon. I keep hearing her crying out my name, keep feeling how her body jumps and gyrates. I’m going to have my work cut out to keep up with her, and I like it. I can still feel her against my fingertips.
In the morning I receive an email. All it says is, “This behaving thing? I’m done with it. Just warning you.”
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her since. Dear God, I’m smitten…
