One Night Together

"You," she said, "are wearing too many clothes."

I sat up as I let her peel my unbuttoned shirt off my torso, and I kissed the tops of her breasts above her bra, while I let my hands run along her back, letting my finger nails drag across her spine. Once my shirt was gone, I could feel her push me to lie back down, and then she got up off me to pull my socks off. I obliged with undoing my belt and unbuttoning my pants, before she reached up and began peeling those off too. My stiff cock was still lurking beneath my boxers, but as she pulled my pants down, Olivia let her cheek slide across the fabric of my shorts, her hot lips a mere inches from my aching flesh. Then my pants were gone, and as she came crawled up to me, I reached over, and slid my hand behind her back, to grab at the snap of her bra. She smiled as I undid the clasp then looked down almost demurely as she let her cups fall from her chest.

Olivia' breasts were as perfect as I remembered. Compact and firm, with rosy nipples at their cap. I let my fingers trace around to graze their flesh, as she leaned in for another kiss. Then placed my hand on her shoulder and turned her back over to lie beneath me.

We were kissing deeply again, as I leaned into her, pressing my right leg into the space between her thighs, feeling the softness of her panties yielding against the firmness of my thigh. With one hand still fondling her breasts, another cupped a soft expanse of ass and pressed her against me. There was another moan, and her whispering into my ear, "I can feel you against my leg. I can feel you wanting me."

"Oh, dear, I've been wanting you for very long."

"Then, I'm yours. For tonight. Everything you want to do. I want you to do it to me."

"What do you want me to do? What do you want done to you?"

"Oh ... you want me to say it?"

"Is it hard for you to say? Do you need to think about it?"

... and at this, I let my hand, which had been cupping her breast, glide lower down to her belly, to swirl around her belly button

" ... are you not ready?"

... then, another groan from her as my swirling got wider in its orbits, sweeping inexorably to the tops of her panties.

"Are you not ready for me?"

... then her breathing stopped as my fingers slipped under the elastic at her waist. Then, my own breath caught at the bare flesh of her shaven mound, then the wet heat of her arousal.

"For me to ... fuck you?"

And she moaned as I slipped a finger inside of her.

"Ohh, Chris, I want you to. I want you to fuck me so bad."

But I said nothing. My only response was my finger exploring her, soon joined by a second, then my thumb swirling at her hood, seeking her clit. Our conversation had stopped, subsumed into groans and gasps, as I just let my fingers delve further and further into her, mapping her depths and folds, while my thumb felt her clit emerge from its sanctum. I slid my fingers out and up, letting both of them settle on either side of that treasured nub of flesh, and I could hear Olivia' breath change pitch, growing more ragged and hoarse as I started pulsing my digits over her most sensitive trigger. She had stopped kissing me then, fighting instead for breath as her body began to tense and tighten. My hand was soaked as it strummed her, and I could soon feel her body pressing against mine as she began to buck and spasm and then bury her face into the crook of my neck as she moaned.

"Oh, fuck. Chris. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuuccccck ..."

With that, her body went limp, and her head collapsed against the pillow as she weakly returned a kiss that I smugly placed on her lips. I pulled my hand from her panties, and tugged the drenched fabric down over her thighs , revealing the rest of her bare pussy, engorged and glistening. Her fingers went to the snaps of her garter belt, but I placed my hand on hers and shook my head.

"Leave them on." I said. Olivia looked at me and smirked again, and then reached back to grab some of the pillows on the hotel bed. She piled them up so that she could lie back on them a bit, gazing at me with a relaxed fondness.

"Come up here," she said, "I want to see you."

Obliging her, I straddled up to her reclining form, kneeling with a leg on either side of her as she pulled down my boxers to set my cock free. It was rigidly, painfully hard and nearly popped out into her face as she tugged the fabric down to my thighs. She let her fingers graze along its sides, then dance over the head before she tugged it down, almost using it as a handle to guide me back down and signalling where it should go.

I took my place between her legs, setting my cock on the threshold of her eager, glistening pussy. I held it there for a moment as I locked eyes with her.

"Is this what you want?"

"Oh, yes, I want you."

I placed my hands on either side of her hips, lifting her pelvis slightly as I slid my head up to her folds, gliding over her wetness in that delicious moment of contact.

"Do you want all of this?"

"Oh, goddammit, yes. Chris. I want you to fuck me"

She sighed as I slid myself in and reveled in the heat of her wanton pussy. With Olivia' recent orgasm, I slid in easily, burying myself into her with one smooth stroke, and as I put my full length inside her, I held that position and leaned in so my face was close to hers, our eyes locking, my sight savoring her happy smile.

"God," she said, "it's been too long."

Interesting. I didn't say anything, though maybe I grinned a little and then kissed Olivia deeply, before I started to stroke myself in and out of her. I took her in slow, measured strokes, letting myself keep control and holding my build up at bay. Our last time was drug crazed and wild and intense, but also quick, and I wanted to make this last, to remember everything of her warmth and softness and musk.

I switched my grip so that my left arm was now wrapped across the small of her back, and my right reached up to cup her breast, stroking her nipple, then moved up to cup her face. She turned to kiss it, nuzzling her cheek against my palm, then reached up to hold my hand in her left. She still wore her engagement ring and I could feel the coolness of the metal against my fingers. Then I laced my fingers in with hers and drove into her harder.

With my grip on her back, I could pin her pelvis in place, and plow into her with more force. Her breath had quickened as my thrusts grew in strength then I placed my lips next to her ear and whispered "is this what you've been planning? What you've been waiting for? This moment of my cock fucking your hot little pussy."

"Oh yes. Oh God yes."

Then Olivia wrapped her legs around me, scissoring across my ass as she pulled me deeper into her. Her whimpering had taken on a different tone now, one that I was starting to grow accustomed to, the call of her climax building within her again. I let my rhythm stay constant, just thrusting steadily as I tried to keep up with the way her body bucked and quaked beneath me. She was close and so was I. I tried to keep my breathing slow so that I wouldn't be first, but then she whispered.

"Ever since that night, every time I've seen you, even when I was with Justin, I couldn't help but thinking of you fucking me."

Oh, that was so unfair. The lurid image of Olivia all quiet and demure, pretty and polite, but harboring a simmering sluttiness was enough to do me in; and I just groaned as I lost control. Yet, as I did so, and felt with a certain wistful disappointment as the pressure in my cock exploded, I also felt an elated satisfaction as Olivia's pussy tightened around my own, followed by that same gutteral moan as her face pressed itself into my shoulder. I kept coming for a few seconds longer, letting myself coat her welcoming chamber, and provoking after shocks in her with every small eruption.

We stayed quiet for a few moments after, catching our breath. I was still inside her, somewhere between hard and flaccid, and as I slowly tentatively started to thrust again, she cooed langorously then asked me "You were like this last time, too. Still hard after cumming. How do you do that?"

"I don't know. It doesn't happen always. Only certain times with certain women."

"I guess ... unh, wow ... I should be flattered."

"I think you should be. I find you to be pretty hot. And that filthy mouth of yours is a pleasant surprise."

"You're the guy who was talking about fucking me in the elevator. I honestly didn't think ... oh yes ... fuck .. I didn't think you had it in you, either."

"A lot's changed since we partied."

"Jess's influence?"

"A bit ... but also, I don't know. I think that party unleashed an interesting side to all of us. Like we were all mild mannered professionals by day, and we may suspect that we're all just a bunch of horndogs, but it's something else to have it actually happen."

"Hey, Chris, we can discuss philosophy or we can fuck, but doing both is a little distracting don't you think?"

"Ok, I'll shut up. Switch positions?"

"yeah."

She rolled on top of me then, and I buried my head in the mountain of pillows as I watched Olivia rise above me like a Venus emerging from the sea. She swept her red hair back behind her as she started to ride me. I left my hands at her waist, running up and down the sides of her stockings, then roaming up her back and sides, feeling her sigh as I found spots of her that were still sensitive from her last climax. She smiled as she glided her slick pussy over my cock.

"This is nice. I'd be happy just spending the rest of the night doing this."

"Mmmm." was all I said. I just closed my eyes and stayed quiet, just enjoying the moment. I don't know how long we spent doing that. Time was unimportant. We were just enjoying the feeling of each other, the pleasures that we were giving and taking, just simple, straight fucking.

Still, as time wore on, I could feel Olivia' hips take on a different tempo. Her motions took on more of a corkscrew pattern, and then she leaned forward, so that her torso was draped over me and her stiff delicious nipples dangled just above where my tongue could reach them.

"My knees are getting a little worn out in this position. Ok, if I bring us home?"

"Yeah, baby, do it."

She kissed me again, then I felt her slam down on me with more force, impaling herself with shorter, more aggressive bursts, leaving no doubt in either of our minds that this time, she was the one fucking me. Then as I heard her breath catch, Olivia reared up, leaned back and planted her hands on my knees. My cock was now pressed against the outer walls of her vagina, and a ridged vein at the base of my cock was placed at the base of her clit. She worked herself to a frenzy in that position, using the ridges of my cock to stimulate her, until she finally started to moan again.

I kept my breathing deep until I felt her pussy begin to tighten, then I sat up and wrapped her torso in my arms, as I took control back and began to pound her from below, sending her quickly into a second chain of orgasms, before I also joined her in climax, shooting more sperm into her now thoroughly soaked vagina.

She kissed me deeply and thoroughly as we both came down off that peak. Her teeth nibbled gingerly on my lip as if she needed to devour me further, then as we recovered our breaths, Olivia pushed me back onto the pillows and then whispered, "hold on, I need to use the bathroom."

Then there was the sensation of my limp and thoroughly drained cock falling out of her, and the bounce of the bed and the lovely sight of her shapely derriere retreating to the toilet.

I wished that I still smoked. There was the sound of a faucet and quiet, then the door opened and Olivia re-emerged with two glasses of water that she set by the night table, before slipping under the sheets and motioning for me to tuck in under the covers with her. We cuddled up together, and I realized that at some point in the bathroom she had ditched her stockings, so now it was flesh against flesh.

"Ok," she said as she nestled her head on my chest, "now we can talk."

"What was that you said, about 'it being too long.' ?"

"Oh that? Heat of the moment stuff. The wedding's been stressful, and stress can put one of us out of the mood. So, Justin and I have been more ... how should I say this ... business-like lately. Should be ok once everything's done and we're on our honeymoon. If anything, this arrangement is a bit of a pressure valve for both of us."

"Don't you think it's scary, though? Committing to someone and having troubles coming up before you've even said, 'I do' ?"

"I don't believe in fairy tales and perfect romances. I'm a lawyer, remember? I believe in contracts ... or, well, as an allowance for romance, I believe that we're all human and we have desires and emotions, but we need to have agreements that help us get past the rough stuff when maybe our short term interest says 'quit' but our longterm interest reminds us to 'stay'."

"That really isn't answering my question."

"No, I'm not worried. We've been worse than this, and made it through. I wouldn't have accepted Justin's proposal if I didn't feel that we've been tested. We're really different in certain ways, but it's a difference that works for us. Though sometimes it brings up a bit of friction, it's part of the package.

"Like, you and I, Chris, we're really similar -- like siblings, you know? And I think that's good,and I'm happy to be with you; but it's like we're too similar and if I were to stay with you, we'd just windup reinforcing all of the good and bad parts of each other."

"That's a very nice, preliminary rejection."

"Oh, hush, I'm with you now, aren't I?" She poked me in the chest as she pouted adorably. "I'm just saying that we should enjoy this for what it is. A chance to be together and have all of the fun that it entails without any of the resentment or bitterness of having things not work out. We can be each other's Ones Who Got Away. Spoon me?"

I laughed and nodded at the almost non-sequitur, then settled in comfortably as Olivia turned away and let me wrap my arms around her and pull her back into me. I slipped one arm under her torso, hand coming to rest comfortably on her stomach, another arm lightly cupping her breast.

"Mmm..." she said a little dreamily, "you are good to cuddle with."

"And, you, my lady are very cuddle-able."

"Sweet-talker. So, tell me what Jess is like in bed. She seems like she'd be pretty energetic."

"Hey, a gentleman never kisses and tells. I don't think you'd appreciate if I told everyone what a wildcat you'd turn into if someone just whispered the right things into your ear."

"Ok, fair enough. Tell me anyway, but feel free to mix in some or a bunch of made up stuff in there. It's really just for my imagination. I want to imagine you doing it with someone else."

"Mmmm, well then." I started to nibble on her ear to get things going. "You're right that she's game for pretty much anything. We haven't slept together too often, it's been pretty casual and we're both busy. But, there was this one time that we were coming back from a party at Quentin and Amy's place, and she asked me if I had any plans the next day, and when I said that I didn't she asked me to stay over at her place."

As I kept whispering in to Olivia' ear, I could feel a new surge of blood flowing into my cock, inflating it once more as it nestled in the cleft of her ass. I felt her shift position again, letting me slide neatly between the two soft spheres of soft bum. She sighed again and said, "Keep going."

"I told her that I was flattered but a little tired and unsure, so she took that as a challenge, and when we stopped at a red light, she leaned over, unzipped my fly and slowly started sucking me."

Olivia started to rub her legs together, and with that her ass had started to move against my semi-flaccid cock, bringing it to life in time with my story.

"I don't know how long we were at that red light, but it wasn't long enough, and once it went green, Jess lifted her head from my lap, placed a hand on my thigh and whispered, 'eyes on the road, but the next time we stop, I'll keep on distracting you. That hand, softly squeezing my thigh was enough to keep me from going completely soft, but as we got to the next light, I remembered taking my foot off the accelerator and just letting the car coast for a bit. A taxi behind me peeled off and flew past a little aggressively, but then we got to the light just as it turned yellow, and I hit the brake until it went red. Then I looked at Jess and she smirked and looked back.

"'Safety first.' Then she resumed blowing me."

Olivia had chuckled, and by this point my cock was well back to stiff, so I let one hand stroke her nipple, while my other palmed her vagina, feeling her emerging heat and the first trickles of her moistness.

"We kept that up for maybe five? six? signal lights. Each time was long enough for her to get me hard, but not long enough for me to blow my load, and when we finally got back to her place, I thought she'd finish me off in the car, but she just got up and opened the door. I tried my best to start stuffing my totally hard cock back into my pants, but I was lucky enough just to keep my pants up around me as I staggered in after her and just started mauling her in her entranceway."

"Oh, tiger. So moral of the story is that shouldn't be teasing you? Not like the way I've been jacking off your cock with my ass?"

"I was wondering about that ..." and at this I shifted, so that my tip was starting to rest against her asshole.

"Oh, wait hold on." Olivia leaned to the night stand and opened up a drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube. "Two conditions. You use this and you wash up afterwards. Hygeine, you know."

"Yes, ma'am."

I kissed her shoulder, as I spread the lube on my stiffened cock. Then I drew the sheets back, so that I could get a complete and unobstructed view of Olivia' gorgeous ass. Obligingly, she pulled one cheek open and presented herself to me.

"I've only ever done this with Justin."

"Well then ... thank you."

She took a breath in sharply as I entered her. I've only fucked the asses of two other girls, but everytime it's a bit of a thrill. The passage is so tight, and even with lubricant, the sensations are so overwhelming, for both of us probably. I eased into her, pressing in inch by inch, until I was fully balls deep and beneath me, Olivia was panting with effort.

"God, I feel really full."

"You feel really good."

I reached around and slipped my fingers into her pussy, playing with her vulva and clit as I started to stroke in and out of her. The lube made it easy to move, though also amplified the heat of her. Eventhough I had already come a couple of times today, I knew that I wouldn't last long inside her this way. So, I focused on bringing Olivia off as quickly as possible, zeroing in on her clit and continuing to whisper filth into her ear.

"You like it in the ass? You've got a dirty little side to you, don't you? I imagine you as the calm, stoic, professional lawyer, standing in your courtroom, bored by the testimony and fantasizing about having a cock buried in this hole."

"Oh, yes, fuck me, I'm a dirty little slut."

"Are you sure you only want me to fuck you this one time? Don't you imagine having Justin in your wanton little pussy while I ram you from behind?"

"Oh, fuuuuuck, Chris. You're bad."

I slipped a third finger into her pussy, which was now throbbing with desire. "You want to imagine my hand is your fiance? You want us fucking you at the same time? In. and out. In. and out."

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shiiiiiiiiiit."