Travelling Across America I: The man from Boston

I felt myself being dawn closer to him and my lips finally met his. It felt so innocent at first, like a kiss you'd give during a wedding. As i backed away, I dove in again into those eyes and kissed him again; this time more passionately. As the rain continued to pour on our bodies, I could've sworn I felt steam arise between us. Our lips appeared to devour one another and our hands slid all over our slick bodies. I wanted him. I wanted him like I wanted life. I had an incredibly strong desire for him to take me right then and there. After what seemed like forever, our mouths backed a single millimeter away for Tom to whisper to me, "Let's go." 

"Huh? But I don't want to. I just want to stay right here with you.” I whispered back innocently.
"You're going to get sick out here. Let's go home to dry off."
"Alright."

We drove back to his place in total silence. But it wasn't an awkward silence. It was a silence whispering of what was in store. I could already imagine out bodies entwining at his place, on his bed, or wherever we decide to venture to. It was as if he was teasing me, knowing that I desired him but holding back. It was almost torture but I enjoyed the tease. I guess I just had to be patient. 

We arrived at a modestly furnished apartment in a suburb outside of Boston. The decor was very minimalist with mostly wood furnishing and a rather comfortable futon. He was nice enough to offer me his bathroom to take off my soaked clothing and freshen up a little. Inside the bathroom I found a terry cloth robe to wear until my clothing dried. Perhaps it was the alcohol getting the better of me, but for some reason, the thought that I was completely naked under the robe made me feel very sexy. 

I walked out to find him in the kitchen dressed in comfortable pants and a loose shirt that revealed his chest with quite a bit of chest hair. I'll never understand why, but I go wild for chest hair. He had removed his hat and I saw that he had light brown wavy hair with blonde highlights. He was fixing up a few drinks and turned on the radio to some more soothing music. 

He was playing it very low key. I felt so comfortable around him, like I've known him for years. Yet I was turned on by the fact that I was here flirting with a total stranger. I sat down next to him on the futon. I mentioned that I was feeling a little tired, so he stretched out the futon in case I fell asleep. However I doubt I'd get any sleep tonight. He started making small talk about a number of different things I didn't really care too much about. I had one thing on my mind that night. 

I felt a little daring, and while he spoke, I interrupted his train of thought with an even more passionate kiss than the one I delivered to him in the park. As expected, he didn't seem to mind all that much by returning the favor. We were all over each other like two high school sweethearts getting to third base. As I jumped on top of him, I could feel his strong hands grabbing at my small but supple breasts, my round, but firm ass and virtually everything in between. He quickly removed the robe I was wearing and I could feel the bulge in his pants building beneath me. I removed his shirt and dug my fingers into his chest hair. 

We started grinding on each other. I could feel the pressure that his cock was going through in his pants and decided to finally relieve him of it. He had a sly grin on his face as I moved down to remove his pants. I was shocked to find an incredibly thick, rock-hard dick spring up towards my face. I had never seen one nearly as thick as his was and I felt almost frightened as to whether or not it would fit into my tight pussy. "I hope you know that you're going to have to be gentle with me." I smirked. 

"I know. Don't worry, I'll take care of you." Tom responded in the same soothing and seductive voice as his singing voice sounded. I was still apprehensive about being with a total stranger. Yet, I felt so secure with him controlling my body and sure that I could trust him wholeheartedly. 

I felt his cock with my hands slowly at first, just to soak in how massive it was. What I loved about his cock was how responsive it was. It seemed like every little touch caused it to jolt upward. I looked into his eyes and began stroking it slowly. His eyes were half closed, wrapped in his pleasure, and he let out a low moan. As I stroked it, I lightly placed my tongue on the back of its head and licked just that spot like a lollipop. I truly enjoyed watching him and teasing him this way. I stroke his cock a little faster and put a little more effort into it. I could barely wrap my entire hand around it. But then it was like I was feeling hungry for it. I truly desired to take in the rest of his cock into my mouth, but I wasn't sure it would fit entirely. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and started sucking on that as I continued to stroke his cock with my hands, but I never looked away from those eyes. 

I could see that I was teasing him horribly. I took in a little more of his cock and he was lightly thrusting his cock now into my mouth. I felt my mouth watering; his cock was soaked in my spit. But I noticed that wasn't the only thing getting soaked. I felt between my legs and noticed my pussy almost as slick as his cock. I started rubbing my clit as I took in more of his cock into my mouth. His moans just turned me on even more. My mouth felt full of his cock, yet I was only a little more than halfway down. Yet, I had such a strong desire to please him completely, to taste his cum. I started to slide his cock a little into my throat. I timed my breathing to his thrusts. My gag reflexes were causing my throat to squeeze his head a little and he let out a loud groan in approval. I felt like I was going to either vomit or choke on his cock, but the pleasure he was feeling made me feel so excited. My pussy juices were now all down my leg and I couldn't help but rub my clit even harder. But I wasn't going to let myself cum yet. He was thrusting a little faster now into my mouth and I could feel his cock pulsate slightly in my mouth. I moaned on his cock lightly from the feeling and that caused the eruption of cum to fill my mouth and leak out some back onto his cock. I've never had so much cum to taste before and it was delicious. I swallowed the entire load and licked the rest off of his cock. 

Surprisingly, his cock was still hard after the blast and I was dying to take it in. He got up a little to notice how wet my pussy was and decided to return the favor. I sat down on his face and he began eating out my pussy like he hasn't eaten anything in days. I thought it best to keep his cock awake for me so I went down and licked his cock while he ravaged my pussy with his tongue. I think I enjoyed the fact that we were of similar height because it made it very easy to 69. It felt like he was trying to lick all my pussy juices, but I just couldn't stop creaming on his face. I couldn't help bu grind on his tongue. It was like the sight of his cock and the feeling of his tongue was making me too excited to think straight anymore. I moaned loudly as he continued on my pussy. 

The room began to smell like sex. It was intoxicating. But all that simply wasn't enough for me. I was teased long enough; now I really wanted his cock inside me. Again, I took matters into my own hands and jumped back around to where his cock was. I manipulated his cock to point towards my pussy and slowly began taking in the head. The sensation that I felt when his cock finally began to penetrate me was incredible. I could feel my pussy being stretched open just from his head and I spread my legs wider over him. As my slippery pussy took in a few more inches of his cock, we moaned in unison; almost in key. He grabbed my ass and raised me up and down on his cock; each time taking it in a little deeper. I couldn't help but quiver from the waves that I felt building up inside of me and I probably moaned loud enough for his neighbors to hear, but I doubt that he cared. Each time I descended onto his cock, it stretched out my pussy and filled it to its current capacity. Yet I kept on taking more in and continuously tested its limits. When I finally took in all of his cock, I felt like I was about to cream all over it. I think he picked up on this because I could feel him grinding against my pussy a little faster and a little harder. I started to lean back and could feel his head poke at my G spot even better. I was now riding on his cock like I was a wild animal. I kept feeling his body; his surprisingly muscular shoulders, his firm chest (not to forget the chest hairs that initially turned me on), his powerful arms, whatever I could get my hands on. I could hear him moaning, he was covered in sweat and so was I. His eyes were shut for the most part, except to occasionally glance at how wet his cock made my pussy. I could feel his cock pulsating inside of me in rhythm. It felt like it was getting thicker inside me somehow. He looked like he was just about ready to erupt once again. But this time, I was also getting ready for my own eruption. I was on the brink of orgasm and my brain just wasn't working anymore. All I could think about, all I could groan about, was, "Oh, my god, I'm... ooh... I'm...WOAH, I'M... COMING... " 
"Ooh I know, ugh I can feel how tight you're getting, Come all over my cock!" I could almost feel him about to come inside me. 
"OOH... OOOH... I'M... AAH YEA!" 

As we came together, I felt what seemed to be electric shocks ascending and descending my spine and returning back to my pussy. I felt my pussy being filled with cum, both his and mine. The look on his face as he came a second time inside of me was priceless. The feeling of release after being teased for so long was incredible. We laid down next to each other completely zapped from our energy in a peaceful state of nirvana. I had absolutely nothing going on in my head except for looking at how beautiful his eyes looked. I always felt drawn to his eyes looking back at me. We laid there naked and drifted off to sleep. 

I woke up the next morning with a drink still in my hand and my robe still on. I thought to myself, did all that really happen last night? I couldn't have dreamed it all. It felt too intense to be a dream. 

"Good morning Sandra." He looked down at me dressed in his corporate work attire. 

"He sure doesn't look like a homeless yuppie-rocker now.” I thought to myself.

"Your clothes are still in the dryer. I have to go to work in about ten minutes but you're free to stay here as long as you need to." Tom said. He looked at me with a light grin and his head slightly leaning to his right. His eyes looked so kind behind his glasses.

I looked at my watch. It was about 8:30. I forgot that I had set up a flight to Memphis to be in a few hours. I got up in a start. "Woah! yea, I gotta get going too." I rushed to get my clothes, got dressed in the bathroom and brushed my teeth. As I walked out, I saw that he was getting ready to leave himself. "thanks again for letting me stay over. I guess I'll see you... I dunno, whenever." 

"Yea... I guess so. You've gotta stop by again sometime. And keep in touch! Let me know how your adventure turns out." 

"I will. Okay then, I'll see you around. Uhm, can I have a hug before you leave?"
He smiled, almost blushed. "Heh, sure." I held him tightly against my breasts, taking in how good he smelled. I'd say it was the cologne, but I'm sure it's just his pheromones. When I forced myself to let go of him, we stood there for a few precious seconds looking into each other's eyes one more time. God, they were so wonderful. He.. was so wonderful. 

"Goodbye, Tom" I whispered.
"Goodbye... Sandra" 

To this day I wonder if that night was just a dream or more. I continued to keep in touch with him throughout my adventures across America, but that was the last time I had ever seen the kind man from Boston again.