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Steve and Amy Chapter
1 of 2
[Zakai Akiva and Zakia Akiva] (MF, cons,
oral)
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It was hot. That was the only thing that Steve could think
as he drove through
So, he pulled over at the next gas station he could find to
ask for directions back to some sort of civilization- if such a thing existed
in this part of
Inside he found two women behind the counter—an older woman, just tying an apron with the store’s logo on. She was probably 60ish, with obviously rinsed blonde hair, in an outdated bouffant. Plump, with smoke stained fingers and tobacco stained teeth and a nametag that read Kara. Steve automatically gravitated towards the other one, whose nametag was obscured by the fact that she was taking off her apron to show that she was off-shift. Underneath was an amazing body! ‘Wow’, Steve thought to himself. Ripe, round breasts with the top curve showing above the curve of a drop-neck top that went down to an impossibly thin waist, round hips and long, long legs. Steve had to admit that he hadn’t even looked to her face, and forced his eyes upwards. He found big blue eyes, honey-hued hair pulled back in a ponytail.
“Uh, hi…I’m not from around here and was hoping I could get directions.” Steve said, sticking out his hand almost woodenly, as if in reaction to the stiffness in his jeans. He was a little surprised when she left him hanging.
Amy looked at his hand with a smirk. ‘Credit him with trying to look me in the eye’, she thought to herself, but she was way too familiar with what men wanted when they looked at her. Not that it was all bad. In fact, it was quite the contrary. Still, a guy had to work a little harder to really impress her much.
“Depends on where you’re trying to go”, she said, grinning. She turned away, leaving his hand hanging in the air while she gathered up her things. She stuffed her apron into her backpack. Her hand came up out of the pack with a pair of cut off shorts, which she dangled off two fingers teasingly. Then she walked off to the end of the counter and down a short hall to a door clearly marked as the restroom. She wasn’t really surprised when she came back out a minute or so later and the guy was still standing there. She picked her pack off the floor and put her rolled jeans inside. She could feel his eyes on her, which kept her grinning.
“So”, she started coyly, “where is it you’re trying to go?”
Steve was enjoying the teasing. He was a corporate
negotiator, specializing in less-than-friendly buy outs or changes of
management. He had just spent 3 hours at a meeting with an assortment of
aggravating bean-counters, and her blatant, aggressive confidence was a
complete 180 from the sniveling he’d been subjected to. Unfortunately, the
Accounting Department was housed separate from the head office, and although
he’d manage to find the place, he also managed to lose his way. It wasn’t that
big of a town, but he was terrible at navigation. He didn’t HAVE to drive
anywhere in
Amy was amused, she loved men, and she loved teasing them. She knew when she’d taken it too far, and when she’d taken it just far enough.
This guy, with his back east accent and rumpled, sweaty suit was probably 35, but he looked like he didn’t spend too much time behind his desk. He was clean-shaved, with a full head of wavy brown hair and penetrating brown eyes. He was tall, probably 6’4” or 5”- with wide shoulders and a narrow waist with no middle-age bulge. He was wearing sneakers instead of loafers, and Amy thought that was cute.
“Well, lets see”, he pulled a computer generated itinerary
out of his pocket, nearly tearing it along its well-worn folds, and said “I’ve
got a dinner at the convention center at 7, but its only 5 now, so back to the
hotel for a shower and clean clothes.”. It was September, and while that
usually meant sunny days in New York, they had a tendency to be crisp, the leaves were all
starting to turn and people flocked to the Eastern Seaboard from all over to
watch the spectacular display of Fall Foliage. But here in
Amy grinned again, grabbed her backpack and headed towards the door. “Well, the convention center’s downtown, is your hotel over there, too? Or by the airport? Then she turned and called over her shoulder. “See ya later Kara, I’m off tomorrow, and watch out for the Claymore kids, they were in here trying to filch candy bars again”.
Steve followed after her. “Uh, well”—he dug around in his pocket and brought out his keycard and registration from a high end hotel and handed it to her, since it had the address on it “I really don’t know”
She glanced at the name and knew right where it was. Not far from her apartment. His hotel room was probably bigger than her apartment was, too. But size isn’t all that matters.
“Ok…I can show you while you give me a ride home”, she said.
He was impressed. She hadn’t asked for a ride, but instead named her terms, take it or leave it. That was a good start. Point for her.
“Fair enough”, he replied calmly. She had a quirky grin, and like a tell at the poker table he was learning quickly to spot when she approved of his volley. He’d waited for her at the counter, she’d continued the conversation…opening round. Little games, really. They both wanted the same thing. The details just needed to be worked out. Steve had played the money card…got it out of the way early. It was an asset, but not a deal maker. She appreciated it, but didn’t just come unglued. He’d have to work a little harder.
They walked outside to his Lincoln Town Car. Luxury model rental, parked near the door and left running, but the electronic locks keeping it relatively safe. He popped the locks and they got in. Even though he wasn’t a complete stranger to heat, as evidenced by the fact that the AC wasn’t set to refrigerator levels of cold, the change was enough to harden Amy’s nipples, and they immediately showed right through her thin bra and tight top. Steve admired them immediately, and it was hard not to. They were very big, standing up like pencil erasers. She seemed unfazed, enjoying the cool conditioned air as much as he did. She sat into the leather passenger seat and immediately got comfortable, one shapely leg propped up on the seat, her other stretched out. She had clear, tanned skin, visibly soft, with short shorts revealing nearly all of them. They looked strong and not heavy at all. And the tan seemed to go all the way.
“Been stuck in meetings all day”, he said absently. They had been driving about 5 minutes, mostly silent, with occasional directions from her.
“Leave’s you feeling caged, just staying in the same place, walls closing in”, she replied, continuing his thought easily. Chit chat was too easy, she thought to herself, so she leaned forward, flipped on the radio, and punched the seek button until her favorite station came on. It had been on a Jazz station, and she preferred Country. After a moment she was tapping her foot on the seat and drumming her fingers on her thigh. Just on the inside of the thigh, drawing his attention. He missed the next turn she told him to make, which made her grin again.
“Is the music distracting you?”
“No, not at all. First chance I’ve had to look at the sights.’ It was his turn to grin. “Besides, I like this song…caught Trace Adkins in concert a few months back while I was in Nashville”, he finished. Not all of the song’s lyrics were appropriate…this girl was maybe 20, but she was definitely hot.
“Point for you”, she admitted out loud. Then they both grinned
Amy got him around to the entrance of his hotel easily while they continued trading jibes. She flipped the keycard in her hand once, caught it again and left him to deal with the car while she went inside. She snuck another glance at the registration, not wanting to ask him his room number.
Steve wondered what exactly she was up to, but quickly dropped the keys in the hand of the valet parking attendant, and rushed in the main entrance, anxious to watch the exposed under curves of her round, pert ass under her Daisy Duke shorts moved when she walked. Though she wasn’t really walking, more of a bounce. She was fun, and full of life.
Amy got to his room—bounding up the stairs two at a time, skipping the elevator. Once there, she set the latch to the outside so he could get in, dropped her daisy dukes on the floor, pulled her shirt off and hung it on the bathroom doorknob, and went inside, turning on the shower. She kicked off her sockless tennis shoes, and dropped her lacy pink demi-cup bra on the counter, and got into the shower, hanging her thong-style pink panties between the thumb and finger so when Steve entered all he could see was the trail of her clothing, followed by her arm with her panties held out to him.
The water was running when he walked in, and he immediately saw the path she had left him. He caught sight of her panties dropping in the mirror. Well timed, that.
Steve’s self-confidence was an easy match for Amy’s. He unbuttoned his shirt and pants, removed his shoes and underclothes, all in the normal fashion that was his habits. He’d never spent much time in the gym, instead using rigorous calisthenics to keep himself in trim, muscular shape. He was six-foot-four, and never wavered from two-twenty by more than one or two pounds. He’d always been very disciplined, but still human, and male, and the idea of this girl naked in his shower, waiting for him, left him with a building erection.
He walked into the bathroom. The shower had steamed the semi-transparent shower door into opacity, but the light played right so that he could see her curves clearly. She was tall, herself, and probably just under six foot. Her hips were ample but not large, and the curve of her ass was perfect. Her belly showed just enough roundness to tell him that she worked very hard at controlling her weight, and it showed in the way she moved. Very cat like, sensual and confident, she earned the stares she must get daily. Steve didn’t begrudge her that stare now, as his eyes wandered up to the shadow of her breasts. The were full, round, and large, but youth and effort made them stand firm. His hands longed to touch them, and more so to squeeze them and press them up so his mouth could take in those fabulous nipples. He could see them, taut and aroused, right through the glass. He didn’t knock on the glass; rather, he just grabbed the handle and opened it.
She made a face, in mock outrage, but made no effort to cover herself. ‘another point for him, she thought to herself” The water had plastered her hair down, which she held to one side, scrubbing the last suds from it. Steve noted that she used the last of the provided shampoo. Her tan indeed went everywhere, with not a line showing. She turned slightly to him, granting him a view of her body, toe to top. Her long legs, the ‘V’ of her thighs, the lips of her pussy, carefully trimmed patch of pubic hair allowing for the smallest of bikinis, caused a definite reaction in him. Her belly button was pierced with a small red gem on a gold ring. Her breasts were amazing, with tanned areolas and tremendous nipples finally revealed to him. Her shoulders were strong, as was her neck, and the confidence in her eyes was as sexier than the rest of her beautiful body all-together.
She was not disappointed in him, either. As he stood there a moment, openly admiring her she returned the compliment. He definitely put care and effort into his body, with his body hair managed and his skin unblemished. He was lightly tanned, though more modestly, with the skin of his ass and upper thighs much more pale. He didn’t wear a thong or speedo’s, which she found obnoxious anyway, earning him another point.
She couldn’t help but linger a moment, just below his waist. Partly aroused, he was a large man. His penis was wide and long, probably over nine-inches. She licked her lips, a normally conscious gesture, but this time less so.
As he made to enter the shower though, she reached forward and laid a hand on his chest, stopping him. She pushed him gently back and stepped from the shower onto the cool tile floor, letting her hand drop, trailing her finger tips over his nearly full erection. He was, she had to admit, bigger than she had ever seen. She closed her hand over him a moment, then released her grip in a single gentle stroke.
“You’re hot and sweaty”, she began, “and need to cool off”.
Then she turned, showing off her ass, grabbed both towels from the bar, and left the room. He watched her go, noticing that she made no effort to grab her clothes, and took her advice by stepping into the shower.
Amy wrapped one towel, turban-like, around her hair, which when let free of the pony-tail reached mid-way down her back. She toweled off while calling room service, asking for a light fruit plate and iced tea. The she stretched out across the bed, using the universal remote to select music.
Steve had been left more turned on than he’d been since he was a teenager, and turned the shower temperature down several degrees. He washed his hair with shampoo from his travel bag, and shaved in the shower. In his line of work appearance really did matter. He’d slimmed down a little since college, where he had gone on a football scholarship. His right leg had an eighteen inch long scar along the outside from where he’d broken it his sophomore year. Hours of surgery, weeks in the hospital, and months of physical therapy had taught him a whole level of discipline.
Recalling the past distracted him from the present enough that he was able to get some measure of control back. He finished washing himself, and turned the water off. In his distraction, he hadn’t heard the girl leave a towel on the doorknob for him.
He walked into the room shamelessly, rubbing the excess water from his hair. She was tapping her foot to the music, still beautifully and unabashedly naked, eating little bites of fruit from a small tray. Only God, her, and the room attendant knew how she’d answered the door when room service arrived, but it was fifty-fifty that the guy was thrilled or dying of a heart attack. Her brazen nature excited him, though. That he knew fully.
He walked along the side of the bed, coming to a stop next to the nightstand, turned towards her where she laid her head back on the pillow. He leaned down, just as she placed a bite of melon in her mouth, taking it from her mouth with his, his right hand resting on her stomach just below her navel. Their eyes met, gauging each other.
“Call down to the shop and order yourself a dress, if you want to go to the dinner with me. I can’t skip it. It’s formal, black tie. Probably meet the mayor”, he said casually, looking for a reaction.
Amy denied him that reaction. Looking non-chalant as ever.
Amy, for her part, waited for the song to finish while savoring the touch of his lips as they stole the melon from her mouth and the sure way he’d touched her belly. She believed that the only way to know for sure is if she fell in love for the night, and he’d definitely stirred something inside her. She hadn’t intended to stop, but if something was going to tell her to call the game off, it was too late now. Finally the song ended, and she rolled over and reached for the phone as casually as she could pretend to.
Steve watched her breath, and watched her roll over away from him, all the while just standing next to her at the edge of the bed. He was aroused again, not fully, but enough to thicken his large pole. Waiting until someone in the shops below answered the phone, he eased onto the bed beside her, on his knees, and began to gently rub her shoulders. She responded quickly, so he moved to her lower back. As he moved up and down her spine he noticed how, when he got low enough, her ass would rise slightly. Accepting the cue, he finally let himself cup her buttocks into his hands, kneading them firmly and expertly, playing fingers up and down the crack of her ass. He teased across her anus, and then, as she described her measurements to the clerk, he slid his finger forward and deep inside her.
Amy finished describing her measurements and what she wanted, and the clerk promised to have several choices of dresses, shoes, and jewelry brought up. Plus someone from the day-spa to do makeup and hair. Then without warning she flipped over, pulling his finger from inside her, and turned, and took his entire penis into her mouth.
She didn’t lick the tip or tease at all, she just took it. She was amazed again, but not just at its length, but its circumference. It felt huge inside her mouth, but she started sucking gently, bobbing up and down, finally getting it fully down her throat. Steve was in heaven- the feel of her warm mouth, her little tongue darting along his length, spreading itself over the head, her lips tight around his shaft. He felt his balls tighten, he knew he couldn’t hold off too much longer. Amy felt the change, and cupped one hand around his ass, pulling him more fully inside her, and the other down below to fondle his heavy balls as she continued, slightly nipping at and then tightening her lips around his penis.
Steve looked down, and met her eyes as she looked up, the sight of her regal Grecian nose, with her cheeks puffed slightly out, her mouth forced wide open to take his entire cock in. And then he closed his eyes, as he began to come, heavy spurts into the back of her throat. She swallowed, and he savored the sensation, but then he overflowed her mouth, and seeing his cum dribble down her chin made his balls contract again. Amy slowly pulled her mouth off of him, stealing the last drop of cum with her tongue, stroking him to get it all. He shuddered under her attention.
He dropped back onto his ass, momentarily weak. She slid up him, rubbing her body against his, teasing his skin with her taunt nipples, and kissed him full on the mouth. Their tongues clashed, and their hands played over each other’s bodies, touching and exploring. Steve cupped and fondled her heavy breasts, rolling her nipples in his fingers. Amy pulled him down on top of her, gripping his ass with both hands and squeezing tightly.
Steve broke away from her passionate kisses and lowered himself down to take one breast into his mouth. He rolled and flicked his tongue around the nipple and areola, tugging at her soft flesh with his teeth, which was rewarded with pleasured noise. After a moment or two (he really enjoyed her nipples), his attentions continued down her body, a trail of kisses and nips of flesh. As he lowered down her, she spread her legs to accommodate him, and remind him that he was not the only one playing the game. The scent of her clean but aroused pussy sent his mind reeling.
Amy orgasmed almost immediately when Steve came in her mouth. She loved to feel a hard cock jump in her mouth and the shivering loss of control a man suffered when he released himself down her throat. Steve’s tongue was well practiced, and his play with her nipples and her skin brought her close to another. As she spread her legs, her moisture slicked pussy lips parted slightly, and her swollen clit begged for attention. He didn’t disappoint her.
Steve’s tongue danced up and down the whole of her, teasing at her clit, sliding between her lips, and then deep into her hole. He curled it inside of her, causing her hips to buck against his mouth. He taste was slightly sweet, and she was very wet. He paid special attention to her clit, taking it into his teeth and tugging gently as his tongue played over it. She came, in a loud growl like scream, grabbing his head with both hand and pressing his mouth into her, his chin washed with her orgasm.
Amy slowly relaxed her grip, realizing she was pulling his hair. She looked down across her own body towards the top of his head, expecting him to realize she had cum herself and rise up to kiss her again, or try to put that tremendous cock inside her. But instead his head went lower, and she cried out as his tongue played across her anus. His eager play was incredible, sliding around the edges and pushing at the opening. In moments, she came again, and with a firm grip on his hair, dragged him up to kiss her again. The head of his hardened penis slid up along her, teasing at her waiting pussy, but she closed her thighs tight.
Her sense of timing was perfect, just as she grabbed the hotel provided robe came the rap on the door.
Steve grabbed a towel and disappeared into the bathroom, pausing only to grab his garment bag from the hanging bar beside the bathroom door.
Steve tried very hard to put his mind to trivial things or anything so that he could dress and go out in public, but was hard pressed to do so, remembering how warm, wet and responsive Amy had been.
The next time he saw her she was primped and dressed- wearing a gorgeous chocolate colored dress with bronze accents. Stiletto-heeled bronze shoes, and the long cut of the dress made her look even taller. And the bronze and chocolate make-up made her look like a Grecian goddess.
Amy knew she looked good. She was five foot eleven, and had been offered modeling work before, with her naturally tan skin, honey blonde hair and royal blue eyes. She laughed lightly and pointed to the light wrap for Steve to offer her.
“Ready for dinner?” she asked.
“Sure. Just one thing though…”, he began.
“Amy”, she said, grinning.
“Steve. Point for you.”, he finished, smiling.
End Chapter One, Chapter Two to follow
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