Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. It was smoky. I guess she really didn't expect much else out of the bar, but for whatever reason that was the first thing Brooke noticed when she walked in this time -" even though she'd been here a hundred times before. It wasn't one of those -the smoke was so thick you could cut it like butter - clich(C)s you read in trashy romance novels all the time, but it was definitely going to cling to her clothes and hair until they got washed. Not that she expected the clothes would be much of an issue, but boy did she hate the smell of smoke in her hair. But it was the only safe place to meet she could think of on the spur of the moment. -Safe - was somewhat ironic given the whole situation, but nonetheless these days a girl can't be too cautious. So when they finally agreed to meet she insisted it had to be somewhere public (and, unsaid, where folks kind of knew her), so she quickly picked -Barry's Your Troubles - -" the establishment she was currently in. Although in hindsight it probably wasn't her greatest brainchild it was what it was and she held her breath and walked in. It was somewhat crowded -" there were probably 20 people sitting at the tables with another dozen or so dancing and one singing a rendition of -I Got Friends In Low Places - that sounded about as appeasing to the ears as a cat in heat. Not a lot of people, but considering -Barry's - bar area consisted of 8 tables and a 15' x 15' dance floor it was comfortably snug in there. She walked in slowly and relaxed when she saw Jimmy behind the bar. It was pretty hard to miss his 60 year-old, 6'4 - body, even more-so since he had decided (or lost a bet, she suspected) to dye his hair the fluorescent green color that could only have come from a bottle of Rust-O-Leum. Jimmy would make sure she was OK. If there was any trouble he'd be over the bar in a heartbeat, and not many folks really wanted to mess with the ex-Marine -" no matter how gray his hair had gotten. She scanned the room looking for him. She vaguely recognized a few faces -" folks she'd seen in here before -" but that was it. Nobody was sitting alone, nor did anyone match the description of the man she was here to meet. Granted she had never actually SEEN him before, and he hadn't given her a picture of himself. It was all a description over e-mail or chat, and even at that it was a little at a time. His height here ( -about 6 foot one -), his build there ( -average -" kind of like Brad Pitt...but not so much -). She knew from their last chat session that he had brown hair ( -natural -, he'd mentioned -" even going so far as to point out that -the carpet matches the drapes -, something which still made her smile) and dull gray eyes, and that just for her he'd wear a Gap sweater tonight, even though he patently detested fashion clothing. She thought he'd mentioned that he had a goatee somewhere along the lines but wasn't sure; to be fair he wasn't exactly the only guy that she chatted with. He was different, though -" and not in the way most love stories go. It's not like she fell in love with him after the first e-mail (or even now for that matter). There was just something...odd about him. Not in a homicidal maniac sort of way -" although technically she couldn't be sure since she was pretty sure she didn't know any of them -" but in a way that intrigued her. No -" that's not really what it is. It wasn't that he was intriguing to her but that he was...something. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it was enough to put her kind of at ease and let her feel comfortable opening up more than she normally did when she was perusing the chat boards. She found the only empty table in the bar around the corner near the pool room and sat down after walking through the haze of what appeared to be second-, third-, and fourth-generation smoke with her breath held. The waitress, a cute blond -" -Brandy -, she thought she remembered -" who was a little on the heavy side but was well endowed enough that most guys wouldn't even notice, came over and she ordered a bourbon and Coke. Although she liked the taste of a daiquiri or even an -appletini - now and then you were liable to get unceremoniously removed from the bar for talking like that, so tonight it was something not fruity. Brandy brought the drink back and asked if she'd like to start a tab or if she'd just do cash tonight. Brooke pulled a five out of her jeans pocket and gave it to Brandy and told her to keep the change. She replied with a smile and the -thanks, sugar! - that Brooke knew was one of the staples of every dive bar in America. She took a sip of the drink in front of her and almost choked -" the bartender was a pretty damn good magician if he'd hidden any Coke in the glass. It tasted pretty close to straight bourbon. She'd have to be extra careful; forget being drunk, doing something like this meant you were running a risk period -" much less if the alcohol found its way to your brain. The realization almost caused her to drop her drink. -What the fuck am I doing here? - she thought as the panic started to well up in her throat. -I don't even KNOW this guy and here I am, waiting for him in a bar and hoping -" I think -" to get laid. - She took a deep breath but her heart didn't slow down. She seriously considered getting up and leaving, but another sip of her drink calmed her down a little. It's not like she was dead set on spreading her legs for him -" I mean, if he was as ugly as sin she could pretend she didn't know who he was -" the only picture of her face he'd seen was a shot taken through her pair of 38DDbreasts (covered with a bra) , so her face was covered sufficiently. Besides, if there was any trouble Jimmy would help. What disturbed her the most is that she wasn't sure why she felt that way. It's not like she didn't have sex regularly -" hell, she had two -friends with benefits - that would drop their pants for her on a moment's notice if the urge to feel a hard cock in her got too great. She felt kind of guilty about that kind of relationship -" she knew one of them had the biggest crush on her even though she had no intention of going beyond their current stage -" but when the need got to great the vibrator just didn't do the trick and she needed the real thing. There was nothing stunning about Steven's -" the guy she was meeting -" description of himself. Pretty average guy. A little taller than the average Joe. He described himself as -average looking -...which usually meant -average looking -. Women might exaggerate ( -but I'm a FAT 5' 10 -, 98 pound model! -) but guys were pretty fair with their description. He was a computer geek, working at an insurance company handling something-or-other with their computers. He perused adult chat boards (that's where they met), so it's not like he was a saint. He spent most of his time either on the computer or out with friends, so it's not like he was a sex god with a harem. She knew they'd never get along with each other -" assuming either even had a desire to try. She was a card-carrying member of PETA; he said he kicked dogs every chance he got. He was huge into sports; she was pissed off that her local cable had what seemed like 57 channels devoted to sports and only 2 to the Home Shopping Network. He dreamed of summers in Brazil; she of the mountains of Alaska in the winter. She loved to eat nice dinners out, while he loved to try new things cooking at home. All this she assumed was the case -" of course he'd told her all about himself over chats. He could have just said all that to get her goat, she supposed, since that's the kind of guy he said he was. -A serious silly paradox - was how he worded it (whatever the hell that meant). That memory added to her unease which, though somewhat subsided from the calming effect of the dark brown liquor, was still gnawing at the pit of her stomach. She was giving serious consideration to making a break for the door when someone shouted -BRANDY! - and gave the busty waitress a huge hug, snapping Brooke out of her reverie. Brandy looked like a cross between a deer caught in the headlights and a stiff piece of lumber. For all her apparent shock, though, she still smiled one of those -I-don't-think-I-know-who-you-are-but-you-obviously-know-me-so-I-need-to-p ut-on-a-big-fake-smile-and-pray-that-you're-not-the-warrant-server-deliveri ng-some-court-appearance-notice - smiles and managed not to drop the two half-full pitchers she held in her hands. There wasn't a head in the bar that wasn't turned to those two. -Remember me? Last summer? That little bar down at the Lake...too many Long Island ice teas...grinding on the dance floor to Latin swing...? Don't tell me you forgot! - He looked around a little, as if he just realized that there were 60 pairs of eyes -" and ears -" trained on him. He blushed a little and lowered his voice. -The sound of the steel guitar in your ears, my arms around your waist, my breath on your neck...? - he whispered, a little louder than he probably intended Brooke thought because she could still hear him. Poor Brandy had promptly lost any sort of composure looked like she was alternating between running for the door, hitting the guy or just plain old breaking down in a nervous fit. For someone as chatty as that waitress was she was at a complete loss for words. -You did forget me, - the guy said with indignation. -After all that -" everything I gave up to stay there -" you don't even remember me -" Terry. - He looked around for a moment and then said, -that's fine -" if you don't remember me I'll just go sit down with Brooke; I know she remembers me -. Although shock was still registering on Brooke's face her brain had finally made the connection; this guy -" Terry -" wasn't really Terry. In all the commotion she hadn't even noticed that he fit the description of the -Steven - she was supposed to meet. She looked at him -" and the obnoxious smile that had spread across his face -" and finally regained enough control of her motor functions to very clearly articulate -you are an asshole - to the guy who had just taken the seat across from her at the table. Half of her was ready to get up and leave while the other half was rooted to the seat. He was an asshole, but for whatever reason that didn't turn her off. She wanted so bad to grab one of the pitchers from Brandy and unceremoniously dump the contents on to his head, but at the same time she couldn't take her eyes off him. He wasn't hot -" he was pretty much average. He wasn't built like a stud (or he hid it well if he was). Even his eyes were, well, plain. Not piercing eyes -" just plain old eyes. His smile was a little crooked, and damn it was it obnoxious. It's almost like he thoroughly enjoyed practically giving Brandy a heart-attack. What a fucking asshole! This entire time, while her emotions raged he just sat there, smiling. THAT was what made her the most furious, Brooke thought -" he's smiling. Not a smug smile, not a -gotcha - smile -" just fucking smiling. -I cannot believe I squeezed myself into these tight jeans tonight and came out here for this prick - she growled to herself. And yet she couldn't leave. Jimmy came over, looking non-to-pleased that some freak had decided to crash his bar, freak out his waitress and now apparently piss off one of his patrons. -Hey -" you. 'Tadpole' or whatever the fuck your name is, - he said. -Unless you've got a real good reason for bringing your sorry-ass in here and disturbing what otherwise was a really good Wednesday night for me I expect you'll see yourself out the door pretty damn quick, right?" "I'm sorry, sir - can I talk to you for a minute?" Brooke's univited guest asked. Jimmy looked somewhat taken aback - usually his confrontation resulted in either an immediate departure from the premises or a cocky (and ultimately painful) attempt to stand-up to the ex-Marine. But here this scrawny (comparatively) punk wanted to talk to him. He was half-tempted to tell him to fuck off, but his curiosity got the best of him and he nodded slightly. They walked a few feet away - just out of earshot of Brooke - and Steven said in a very low whisper, "Look, I know I made quite a scene there. I wanted to completely catch Brooke off-guard" - he looked her way briefly - "and the only way I could think of to do it was to distract her. I tell you what. If you can convince Brandy to actually serve me - preferably without dumping a drink in my lap - I promise I'll make it up to her with a nice healthy tip. If you don't want to see me again I'm good with that - just let me know - but I'd really like the chance to spend a little time with Brooke before I show myself out the door." Jimmy was still extremely pissed off, but this stranger's request was kind of...unique. He thought about it and took a glance over at Brooke, who was nonchalantly trying to eavesdrop on the conversation. She still looked pretty angry. "I don't know who the hell you are, but I'm not sure the little lady" - he cocked his thumb towards the table Brooke was sitting at - "particularly cares to see you. I tell you what - her choice. She says she wants you to stay you can stay. She wants you to go I personally throw you out the back. Either way you pull another fucking stunt like you just did and I'll bend you in half so quick you'll be deep-throating yourself. Fair?" Steven, who had lost some of his confidence at Jimmy's slightly graphic description of auto-fellatio, quickly dropped his eyes and nodded. "That's fair. Either way please give this to Brandy for her embarrassment" he said as he covertly handed Jimmy a hundred dollar bill from his pocket. Jimmy took the bill and put his hand roughly on the back of Steven's neck, directing him over to Brooke's table. Brooke, who was still not sure what to make of the situation, watched them approach with a mix of anticipation and concern. Concern because Jimmy's rather large hand was firmly around the scruff of Steven's neck - never a good sign - and anticipation because she's seen Jimmy...resolve...a few situations before and they always made for good entertainment. "Brooke," Steven started, "I wanted to-" A less-than-gentle squeeze from Jimmy's hand cut the sentence short. "Ma'am," Jimmy continued for him, "This worthless piece of shit here would like to first of all apologize for his very rude behavior, then he'd like to ask you a question." Steven, who was looking less and less comfortable by the moment regained some composure and said "I was an asshole with the way I came in. I was aiming for a surprise introduction...I guess I might have gone a little overboard. Please accept my apologies. And, you have a choice - you can enjoy the satisfaction of watching this kind gentleman here practice his shot put skills with my head, or you can let me buy you your next drink. I know I would prefer the latter, but the choice is all yours." Brooke looked a little shocked that she had the opportunity to make the call, but Jimmy gently nodded in her direction. "I've been working out lately so I'm betting I can throw him past the dumpsters out back, and you can even have a front row seat. Right next to Brandy." That broke her shock and gave her a little smile. "That's OK, Jimmy - he's fine. I'm not really sure I want to talk to him much anymore, but I guess I'll let him buy me a drink. Thank you, though." Jimmy looked a little disappointed that he wasn't going to have the opportunity to physically remove someone tonight, but graciously nodded to her. "Your welcome. If he gives you any more of his crap let me know and we'll see just how far we can shove a rocks glass up his ass." He glared at Steven and took his hand from his neck, leaving a slight red mark. Steven pulled out the chair across from Brooke and started to sit down but Brooke, who's anger had significantly diminished now that she realized that she had the upper hand, stopped him with an "uh-uh" and a shake of her head. Steven looked confused, so Brooke explained: "I'm not sure I want you sitting at the same table as me. So until I figure it out you can just stand-up." Steven smiled a little - obviously more relaxed than he was just a minute ago - and nodded his head. "Fair enough - I deserved that. What kind of drink can a 'stand-up' kind of guy like me buy you?" he asked. Brooke laughed at the clever play on words and told him what she was drinking. He looked around for Brandy, who he saw talking to Jimmy by the bar. She quickly glanced at Steven and then back at Jimmy, obviously not sure she believed what he was saying. Steven walked to the bar and asked in a very polite voice whether he could get a bourbon and Coke for the lady and a Captain and Coke for himself. The eight guys bellied up to the bar top all looked in his direction, openly hoping the drinks would end up on him instead of in the glass. Jimmy grudgingly made the drinks - correctly - and Steven paid for them, taking them back to table. "Um, do you mind if I sit down?" Steven asked as he delivered the drinks to the table. The cute brown haired woman in front of him put her finger to her mouth in a "hmmmmmmm" gesture, pondering the question. She nodded her head and said "I suppose so. But you've got exactly five minutes to greatly improve my perception of you. I took a chance coming to meet you here tonight, and at the moment I'm not sure that I wouldn't rather just go home and read a book." She looked at her watch. "Starting now." What she didn't say was that before she read the book she was going to need to rub her clit to a seriously needed orgasm. She didn't know why, but even after all that commotion and anger she was even more sexually-charged than before. Steven took a seat. "I'll be honest - I'm never one for boring. I actually didn't plan on that grand of an entrance until I got here. Then I heard one of the guys yell Brandy's name and the thought just popped into my head. So I jumped at the chance." "OK - replaying the last five minutes is not gaining you any points," Brooke commented. "Next time I want to rehash that I'll just remember when I jabbed the pencil into my hand in the 5th grade - that was a much more pleasant experience." "Ah. Yeah. Sorry. What would you like to talk about?" That was the kicker - she wasn't sure. All she knew was that she was since the third or fourth e-mail she'd gotten from him she just had to meet him. So here he was...and she was at a total loss. He sensed her hesitation and jumped in. "I have to say you picked a hell of a place to meet. Not to disrespect your taste in establishments, but I'm thinking we might have an easier time breathing underwater than here," he smiled. A short giggle. "Yeah, I was thinking in retrospect that maybe next time I'll pick some place that's maybe a little more conducive to that whole breathing thing. Sorry about that - I hope you're not allergic to second-hand smoke." They made small talk for another couple of minutes, talking about the usual stuff couples talked about on a first date. They discussed the weather, their jobs, and a little bit about the chat board they met on. They sipped their drinks and laughed appropriately - just like any other "feeling out" kind of date where you figure out whether you need to call in your wingman (or wingwoman) to fake an emergency appendicitis or not. The five minutes passed quickly, and soon all was forgiven. But Brooke, engaged in the conversation as she was, was still somewhat uneasy. However, offsetting that uneasiness was the fact that she was even more turned-on than she was before the rather unique entrance her "date" had made. She didn't know why - he was just as he described; not someone that made women swoon just by looking at them nor a rock-solid hardbody, so it wasn't the raw sexual appeal. But something about him - or the situation - was making her body feel warm all over, and it was getting stronger by the moment. When Steven's stomach growled loudly he suggested, somewhat embarassed, that he was hoping they could go grab something to eat since it was entirely possible his stomach was secretly plotting a mutiny because he had been so nervous in meeting her that he hadn't eaten all day. She thought that was kind of cute - she generally didn't have that kind of effect on guys - and agreed, realizing that the two drinks she had were going to make their way to her senses with a vengeance if she didn't eat something pretty soon. She recommended the Arthur Treacher's Fish and Chips just down the street, and they both got in their cars and made the short jaunt. They ordered and ate, picking up their conversation where they left off at the bar. Although still not completely relaxed, Brooke was getting more comfortable looking into his eyes - at least for brief moments - when he talked. Steven was still not entirely sure of anything, either. This woman across the table from him was still a mystery. Not that he expected to know her to a great extent - they'd only actually met today, and even before that they'd only chatted five or six times in the chat room - but he figured he'd be more comfortable around her than he was. He wasn't normally uncomfortable around women (or anyone, for that matter), and truth be told he really wasn't uncomfortable around her. What was driving his discomfort was more the situation. This wasn't a "normal" first date in his mind. Honestly he probably would never have agreed to this kind of meet if he weren't expecting...something more. He felt kind of guilty about that, truth be told. He wasn't a one-night stand kind of guy, but something in this girl's profile told him he might be starting now. He actually never expected they'd be face-to-face, either; that was all talk as far as he was concerned...until it happened. He didn't want to "fuck and run", but at the same time he wasn't in a place where he was looking for a relationship, either. He was kind of enjoying the occasional dates or spending time with friends, and were it not for the prospect of getting his dick wet he probably wouldn't have ventured out 30 miles to see her. About midway through their meal Brooke felt an odd sensation. It wasn't uncomfortable - it was just strange. Kind of tingly, even. She didn't recall having felt it before, so she assumed it was probably just a reaction to still being a little nervous around her "date" coupled with the drinks and her mind continuing to take her - against her will - to what it would feel like to get laid - really laid - tonight by this stranger. As the meal went on and she got more comfortable the feeling intensified until she knew she either needed to go home and take the red silicone Rabbit to her pussy hard and fast or go to a hotel and - for the first time in her life - spread her legs for a complete stranger, letting him drive his cock deep into her. She debated over the last few bites of her Alaskan Cod sandwich and decided on her course of action. As she finished the of her sandwich she said as nonchalantly as she could, "So - would you like to spend a little 'quality time' together this evening?" Steven almost choked on the fry he had started to swallow. He composed himself in time, swallowed quickly and replied, "Um, sure! Did you want to see a movie? Or maybe walk down by the lake?" He was hoping she would say no to both of those - he had absolutely zero interest in doing either. He had only thrown them out there to keep from sounding like the kid in the candystore - he could only assume she meant she wanted to shack up and get fucked. His cock, which had been at half-mast since they'd sat down, jumped back to attention. She didn't disappoint when she replied "Actually, I was thinking of something a little more, um, personal." She leaned across the table and put her lips to his. The kiss was electric. Maybe it was the fact that he knew what was upcoming but the feel of her lips on his was absolutely incredible. His erection was already straining against his underwear, and the warm softness of her lips on his weren't helping. She broke the kiss and backed away, a wicked grin on her face as she did so. Steven got up so fast he smacked his thigh on the top of the table. Brooke had to keep herself from laughing; that was not something she wanted to do for fear of hurting his pride and possibly making him think twice about spending the night in a bed - naked, sweaty and exhausted - with her. She said, as close to not laughing as she was going to get, "Oh! Poor baby! Is there anything I can do to help take the pain away? Do you want me to, say, rub it? Or kiss it for you?" Steven, to his credit, managed to keep a pained look on his face, even though in reality it was more of a shock than real pain. He intentionally played it up, hoping to solicit as much attention down there from this cute girl as he could. He hobbled to his car, expecting her to take hers. Instead she followed him, and when he got to the door she moved up close to him and ran her hands up and down his thighs, intentionally - obviously - brushing his crotch. "There, is that better honey?" she purred into his ear. He almost came right then and there, but thankfully she moved away and to the passenger door before he lost control. He moved around to open the car door for her figuring putting his hand just underneath her ample breasts to guide her away from the door was fair play. Not quite EVEN fair play, since she'd almost pushed him over the edge, but better than nothing. Brooke suggested a hotel that she passed regularly on the way to work. She would have much preferred her house, but although she was incredibly turned on right now and ready to tear Steven's clothes off she still wasn't completely comfortable letting him know where she lived. Another one of those fucked up things, she knew, but...whatever. He didn't seem opposed to getting a room, either, so the pulled into the Days Inn off Stadium Avenue. The clerk at the front desk was maddeningly slow. It was almost as though he knew that this tall, lanky guy in front of him was about to drive his manhood deep into the cute blonde BBW standing next to him and he was so jealous he was going to delay the gratification for Steven as long as he possibly could. He was so slow Steven was sure the guy had probably failed kindergarten and was about to say something when he handed Steven a pair of keys. "Take a left out here, then another left. Second floor, about midway down," the clerk monotoned. "And have a good night." The two managed to keep their composure long enough to get back to the car before hands started flying. Hers were the first transgressors, going straight towards his belt. His hands -" hand, actually, since the other was driving the car -" were next, reaching for her 38DD breasts through the thick fabric of her sweater and bra. He thought momentarily about engaging his other hand for the joint task of sweater removal, but considering how poor a job of keeping the car moving straight he was doing with one hand he realized no hands would probably result not in engaging this beautiful woman on a bed but rather a few hours spent with a police officer (and probably not one of those kinky officers, either). Thankfully they made it to a parking spot near their room before she had his cock out of his pants and in her mouth. He was certain that if the car hadn't been in park they would have accelerated right through the front wall of the rooms ahead of them. Lost in the pure pleasure of the moment he ran his right hand over Brooke's back, sliding it down below the waistband of her pants and gently squeezing the part of her ass that he could make contact with then running it back up under her sweater and shirt with a light touch. Although the feeling had him nearly in heaven, Steven realized that if he didn't get control of this situation quickly he'd shoot his load right into the back of her throat. And while he absolutely loved the feel of her soft lips and devious tongue enveloping him, there was another warm, wet, inviting place he wanted to visit before the night was over. Gently he took Brooke's head in his hands and lifted her up from his lap. His penis made a -pop - sound as her lips released their hold on it, and that last little bit of stimulation almost sent him over the edge. He leaned over to give her a kiss but Brooke quickly pulled herself away, teasing him with a smiling -uh-uh - as she grabbed the room key and opened the car door. Steven wasn't going anywhere with his dick hanging out of his pants. Not that he was embarrassed about it -" it was a respectable six and a half inches and thick enough. But this was a family establishment, and much as he wanted to get inside that minx's pussy he didn't want to corrupt some little kid for life watching a guy stumble into a hotel room with his private part clearly visible. Sure, he might be looking to fuck this woman he just met, but he did have some semblance of morals. In the few moments it took Steven to re-button his jeans Brooke was already inside the building, heading for their room. Steven got out of the car and headed to the outside door, thankful that he'd asked for two room keys and had put one in his pocket. He opened the door and bolted up the stairs to the second floor and almost fell right back down them. Their room was only two doors down on the right, and perched smack in front of it was Brooke with her back turned to him...and her jeans around her ankles. She turned her head slightly and gave an impish grin, running her tongue over her lips in a very seductive manner. Steven's erection strained against his pants, and he was hesitant to move for fear of cumming all over his underwear. Lust finally gave in and he moved with all the grace of a gazelle with a broken leg towards their room, removing his belt at the same time. As he got closer Brooke disappeared into the room, giggling the entire way. He wasn't sure what change had come over her since the bar, but he wasn't going to waste any blood flow to his brain to ponder that question. He had one goal tonight, and that was to sample every inch of this blonde vixen at least once, and maybe three or four times. As he stumbled into the room he was greeted with a sweater in the face and the woman he'd actually met only a few hours earlier standing in nothing but her underwear and bra. The former had a slight wet spot between her milky white thighs, and the latter was doing all it could to restrain the large tits that were threatening to burst from it. -Like what you see, cutie? - Brooke asked. Steven didn't respond verbally, but instead promptly removed his jeans and underwear, nearly falling over the in process, his cock finally free again, oozing clear sticky pre-cum from the tip and still glistening from Brooke's oral assault on it a few minutes ago. -I'll take that as a 'yes', then. - she giggled as she stepped closer. -I have to warn you, though, in spite of the fact that I'm standing nearly naked in front of you, my pussy sopping wet and aching for a hard cock to invade it, my nipples" -" she squeezed them -" "hard as a pencil eraser, I'm not that easy. If you want to stick that in here -" "she slipped her hand into her panties and flicked her middle finger up across her dripping crotch, rolling her eyes in pleasure as she did -" "then you're going to have to work for it. I haven't cum hard in way too long, and until I get to feel a sweet release you don't get to let any more of this out, - she said as she ran her index finger across the head of Steven's cock, wiping up the pre-cum. -Unless, of course, you'd rather use Rosy Palm and her five sisters... - she added as she licked her finger. Steven's indecision broke at that point. Not indecision on whether he was going to spend the night with his companion -" her offer to spend some "quality" time together after dinner had sealed that -" but rather the stalemate that raged in his brain as to what to do first. He was leaning towards laying her down and fucking her hard to start with, but he knew it would probably only take his sinking into her velvet vice to set him off. And his plan was to deposit as much of his semen into her willing pussy tonight (he had forgotten to bring condoms, and judging by her latest behavior he didn't think she had any) -" something he bet she was after, as well. Quicker than she could react he stepped as close to Brooke as he could get without actually being inside her and slid his hands under the back waistband of her lacy underwear. She put her hands around his neck and with a good squeeze of her ass he lifted her up and deposited her in the middle of the bed. -Oh really! - Steven asked with a smile as he slid on top of her, his left knee pressed firmly against her moist panties, now able to smell the aroma of her wetness. -So, what you're saying is that unless I massage your clit like this - -" he ran his hand down to her panties and rubbed firmly -" -or slide my fingers all the way inside you or nibble on these luscious tits - -" he took her left nipple between his teeth, bra and all -" -then I don't get to fill you so full with my cock that you can't help but cum all over it? Is that how this works? - Brooke was breathless at the thought of getting his cock inside her, but still resisted with a feeble nod and a soft, breathless -yes, that's it...that's the...rule...I have...to cum...before...you get...to...find out...how well...you fit...inside me... - -I see, - said Steven as he shifted his weight a little and slid her panties down her smooth legs and tossed them aside, then did the same with her bra - this apparently wasn't the first time he'd removed a bra. -So no matter how badly you know you want to feel me inside you, you're going to play that game and pretend you want to cum before you wrap your legs around me and pull me all the way inside you. - He positioned his cock up to her bare -" both from panties and from hair -" pussy and slid it up and down, making sure the underside of it rubbed against her clit. -So, even if I do this you still don't want to feel it inside you, right? - Brooke was now the one torn. Ever since that feeling, that need, had hit her over dinner she was determined to make sure she was the one in charge. And now here he was, a stranger to her, making her practically beg him to pleasure her before giving her what she really wanted tonight. How incredibly fucked up was that? She really wanted him inside her, but she still had a little resistance and was bound and determined to fight until the end to win this battle, like a prize-fighter who's clearly lost the match but still insists on swinging away. Steven, for all his posturing, was not really in "control", per se. He knew it was just a matter of time before his desire to slide his cock into this now naked woman beneath him would overtake his desire to get every ounce of pleasure out of this tryst. His indecision was returning with a vengeance, driven by feeling the underside of his cock getting slick from running it up and down her sopping wet pussy. Every stroke he made with the intention of teasing her was having an equal result on him, driving him closer to the point of no return. If he didn't do something now he realized it was only going to be a few more moments before he plunged fully into her, and very possibly shooting his entire load into her before he had a chance to even react. He slowed his sliding down until he was resting the tip of his manhood against Brooke's sensitive clit, not daring to move. In his stillness he noticed that Brooke's hips were almost imperceptibly bucking up to meet him in what seemed to be an involuntary movement. He used that gentle thrusting to his advantage, sliding his cock completely off her as her hips relaxed the next time. She let out a soft whimper as they lost contact, her hips bucking a little more than just a moment ago. "Please..." she begged, her voice loaded with lust. "Don't stop...please...please...make me...cum..." Brooke was now thrusting her hips up in an effort to find the subtle pleasure she'd been feeling just a few moments before, not content without their skin touching. She reached downwards, trying to feel him and bring him back to what he was doing before. Knowing that one tug from her hand would result in a cum bath all over her soft stomach and bare snatch he moved his hips to keep himself out of arms reach, frustrating each of her attempts to find him. Not to be dissuaded in her drive to get more stimulation, she reached up and firmly wrapped her fingers in his short sandy brown hair then pulled his face down to her chest, hoping he'd take the hint. She needn't have worried - Steven wasn't about to let the opportunity to tease the tiny firm nipples sitting atop her breasts pass him by. He started to kiss and gently bite her ample tits, leaving little marks that quickly disappeared. His lips covered every inch of them, intentionally leaving the pink nubs on top alone, savoring them get harder and harder in anticipation. The man was a master with his tongue, wrapping it around her nipple in a way that made Brooke tingle all over. He pinched her right one as his tongue did gymnastics on the left one, swirling around it and tweaking it just enough to keep the tingles coursing through her body. Her entire body was more sensitive now than it had been in a long time, and she could feel herself moving steadily towards a climax with just him playing with her breasts. She could only imagine how powerful it was going to be when he slid his entire cock deep into her and let her aching pussy feel the fullness that toys simply cannot compare to. That thought, coupled with the incredible stimulation pushed her further towards her sweet release until she was just inches away from cascading over that erotic waterfall. Then it stopped. Not a slow lessening of the stimulation or a change of pace, but a complete stop of the titillation she'd been enjoying. Her hands, which had drifted to the side of her to grab the bed in anticipation of a powerful orgasm quickly moved back to find out where her personal pleasure source had gone. She let out a long moan as she opened her eyes, searching for a sign that her lover hadn't abandoned her in her time of ultimate need. Steven was thoroughly enjoying the feel of her warm breasts on his lips, the texture of her hard pink nipples between his teeth. Her skin was so smooth, and the way she reacted to his playful bites wasn't anything like any other woman he'd been with. The break from the teasing of his cock had lessened his impending ejaculation and enabled him to focus more on his primary goal, which was to bring this lovely girl lying on the bed to an earth-shattering orgasm. While he'd much rather bring her over the edge and experience a mutual peak, he still wasn't sure that the mere act of sliding inside the warm, wet sheath she had between her thighs wouldn't ruin the timing. With each and every movement of his tongue on her tits, he could feel her breathing getting faster and faster; her chest moving up and down more rapidly. He realized she was ever so close to coming, but he didn't want her to go over the edge just yet. He'd had previous lovers tell him that breast stimulation was wonderful, but didn't compare to the feel of a man inside or a firm rubbing of their pussy lips or clit. He took a quick stock of the state of his manhood (still firm, but not necessarily ready to blow with just a touch) and made up his mind. He quickly moved away from the pure sexual desire that was beneath him and lifted his body up. And then he made his move. Her eyes shot open wide as she felt the entire force of Niagara Falls course through her, her entire body contracting at once with the full force of the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt. One moment she was lying in an open field, the warmth of the sun beating on her naked body; the next she was in pure heaven, on cloud nine with the most intense pleasure pouring out of her body, covering every inch of her. Feeling his cock plunge deep into her, his testicles banging against her ass when she was so close to the edge had the desired effect Steven had intended - she went over and was wide open, falling through the air, savoring every moment of the incredibly pleasurable free fall. Steven had taken a chance and hoped that the momentary foray of his cock into the moist, burning heat of Brooke wouldn't set him off. He had no intentions - yet - of continuing to test his limits, but instead elected to extend her pleasure. He slid out as quickly as he'd pistoned in and ducked his face between her milky white thighs, positioning his tongue just above the entrance to her body that he'd just recently vacated. The smell of her womanly scent this close caused a little squirt of his cum to shoot out, but he was able to keep it from much going further. He focused on sliding his tongue up and down across her clit, keeping her orgasm in full effect. She was bucking her hips wildly, presumably searching for the cock that he'd just removed, but he maintained the firm, gentle pressure on her button, never letting her climax break. Her cries, at first a low sound, were increasing until he was sure the entire 2nd floor could hear them. Brooke was paralyzed. Just when she felt she was about to splash down into the after effects of a spectacular climax she was thrust right back into the peak - if possible a peak higher than she'd felt before. It was like she'd hit the cool, clear water at the bottom of the waterfall, then fallen THROUGH it and into another free-fall. She could feel her hips thrusting, bucking, seeking to escape the pleasure. It seemed so wrong - to want to get away from something that felt this good. She knew she was screaming, calling out in pure ecstacy, but couldn't tell how loud or what she was saying; her entire body was like one large contraction, shutting all sound out of her ears and sight from her eyes. After what seemed like an hour she sensed the bottom of her climax - a soft release into a pure state of relaxation - and she welcomed it, ready to bask in the afterglow. Her cries started to subside, her hips calming down; her body ready to be received by the cushion at the end of the ride. But Steven wasn't quite so ready. He felt her body start to relax, and he went to plan B. Knowing how wet she was - he slid in to the hilt with hardly any resistance - he slid his index and middle fingers in as far as they would go and then started to make a curling motion with them. She immediately reacted, feeling her body not come to the expected end of the roller coaster, but instead to another drop and curve. Although not quite as intense as the first one, she could still hear herself screaming, begging to be let down. How much of this could her body take? How long had it been since she'd ridden a wave of bliss this intense? Had she ever? Heaven knows it had been months since she'd had a man give her an orgasm to start with, but even her personally-created releases didn't have this kind of fervor. Steven slowly relaxed his fingers, slowing the motion and instead focused on a gentle, rhythmic in-and-out motion as he felt her womanhood try to squeeze his fingers to death. She felt the pleasure wave continue, slowing ever so slightly in intensity moment by moment until it gently laid her down in the middle of a pile of feathers. Steven slowly removed his face, now covered with her cum, from between her thighs and began a slow, senuous trek up her soft stomach, pausing to stick his tongue in her bellybutton, savoring every inch of her as he did so. He moved around her still-heaving breasts carefully, giving wide berth to her incredibly-sensitive nipples, not wanting to stimulate her from her current relaxed condition. He slowly kissed up her neck - damp with perspiration - taking in full breaths of her sweet smell as he did so, then brushing his light-whisker-clad cheek against hers and meeting her lips with his in a soft kiss. Brooke could barely control her trembling lips as his lips met hers. She weakly returned the kiss, still reveling in the afterglow of a tremendous orgasm. Steven moved his lips to her ear nibbled lightly on her earlobe. "So, my dear, do I get to figure out how well your glove fits me now, or should we try for a repeat performance?" He slid his finger across her now sopping wet pussy and across her clit, eliciting a squeal as her sensitive button couldn't take any more stimulation. "Oh God that felt so good" she whispered breathlessly. "I haven't cum like that in forever." She let out a little shudder as the aftershock rocked her body. "Mmmmmmm, baby..." she cooed as she moved his lips back to hers. "What do you say you bring something up here for me to return the favor with. Like, say...this?" She gently tugged on his cock, pulling it towards her. Steven knew there was no way he could hold out very long, and although he was willing to bet she'd not only swallow it but probably show him as she did, he was certain he would much rather fill her warm and wet pussy with his seed. He kissed her hard on her lips and gently rocked his hips back and forth, trying to slide out of her grasp without covering her tummy with his white cream. "I've got a better idea, hon," he whispered as he took her wrists in his hands and held them gently over her head. "What if we try this instead?" He shifted his hips around, determined to join his manhood with her womanhood. After a few false starts, Brooke smiled and said "Here, let me help." She freed her hand and guided his cock inside her, too wet to offer any resistance. The feeling was spectacular. Despite recovering from a mind-blowing orgasm that covered her thighs and the bed with her juices, her body was still ready for a man to enter her. She loved the feeling of unencumbered sex. She hated condoms - they just got in the way. They were thin, but thin or not the sensation was different. It was night and day between a man wearing a mini rainjacket and one who wasn't afraid to fill her body with his cum. The skin on skin, the warmth of a cock inside her, and the feeling of semem dripping out of her pussy were pure pleasure. She loved the scent of a fresh fuck session, one where his and her fluids met naturally, without the artificial smell of latex mingling in. He slid in easily and quickly, then back out just as fast. He slowed his pace down - entering her fully, savoring the light grip her pussy had on his cock...then pausing, their bodies fully meshed...then enjoying the feel of her on him as he slid back out. In and out, in and out. Slowly, quickly, slowly again. Steven was sure he'd never felt anything so erotic in all his life. There was something about this vixen he was fucking that made this feel different. Sure, he'd been with a number of women before and had mind-blowing orgasms, but this was just different. He'd never had sex with this kind of passion and feeling; never elicited this kind of reaction from the girl he was with. And it was taking its toll on him. He could barely contain himself - his body was nearly bursting at the seams. Although it had only been a few minutes he was near the end of the race. At this point it really didn't matter if he stopped or not because he felt the swell of his balls and knew he'd past the point of no return. Brooke could sense it to. Her lover's pace got quicker, and she new he was there. Part of her wanted this to last longer, to feel him inside her all night long. But the other part of her was pleased because she had driven him to this - made him cum almost against his will. She had bested his willpower and now he was going to flood her with his semen. There would be more tonight, she was sure, but there was something special about this victory she had gained over him. This dominance - although considering he had her wrists pinned she was hard pressed to be considered 'dominant' - was exciting. Steven was no longer trying to stop the inevitable, but instead was riding the wave of pleasure that was welling up inside him. He assumed it was safe to cum inside her - after all she hadn't suggested a condom, so she must be on the pill or something - but he was having second thoughts and thinking a nice shot or ten of jism on her large tits would be sexy. Brooke, on the other hand, was not about to let what she was sure was a whole gallon of his cum land anywhere but inside her, coating her vagina from top to bottom. As he started to pull out she wrapped her legs around his waist and used her legs to pull him back in. And that did it. Although he wasn't at the crest of the wave Steven did care - he just knew he needed to cum, and he needed to cum NOW. The feeling of her thighs pressing against his and her heels on his back pushed him over the edge, his orgasm sweeping over him in the process. As the first squirt rocketed from the tip of his cock into Brooke's willing body, Steven's whole body convulsed, almost painfully. The second shot was no less intense, and the third only slightly so. Brooke felt his cock jerk hard and then felt the first blast of cum shoot into her. She squeezed her muscles tight, determined to stimulate his penis even more so she could feel every last drop of his semen in her body. Her body tingled all over with each shot as the warm, wet sensation of bareback coupling spread through her. He had never cum this hard before, and he didn't realize how powerful his orgasms were until his muscles relaxed after his cock had squirted out seven blasts of semen. His whole body was shaking by the time he was finished, and he realized as he shifted his weight to his elbows that he had been squeezing Brooke's hand so hard he'd left a mark. He couldn't find his breath to even apologize. The only thing he could do was rest his body on top of hers, enjoying the softeness of it as he did so. He could feel his member shrinking until the gentle contractions of Brooke's pussy gently pushed it out, sending a small stream of his cum with it. But he didn't care - he had just hit a peak he was sure nobody had ever reached before. Brooke was basking in the feelings that engulfed her. The warmth of his body on hers, the brush of his chest against her still achingly-hard nipples, the sound of his panting. She could feel his cock inside her, their bodies collectively pushing it out, certainly against her will. She could feel the warmth of his cum inside her and slowly running down her thighs, down to her ass and pooling on the bed. She wrapped her arms around his body and pulled him closer, wanting to feel more of him on her. ...