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My Long Weekend, Part 1 (M/F)

By: HotTalkR@aol.com
       http://members.aol.com/HotTalkR

DISCLAIMER: This story contains explicit sex. If you are offended by this type
of material, or are under 18 years of age, PLEASE STOP READING.

	I love sex with my boyfriend. He knows all the ways to make me wild with
pleasure, and I love the taste of his skin, the taste of his cum, and most of
all the feel of his cock deep inside me. We both have the same level of sex
drive--very, very horny--and will spend entire weekends doing wonderfully kinky
things to each other. We have a joke--whenever he comes into town he cums into
(and all over) me. Over and over and over.
	The "coming into town" part is the problem. He has a very lucrative job out of
town, and only manages to get into Los Angeles (where I live) about one week
out of the month. This leaves me lonely and very, very horney about three weeks
out of four. Sometimes I'll get on the Internet and talk for hours with guys as
horney as I am. I get totally turned on knowing that I'm making them cum with
just my words, but it's just not the same as being there, you know? When it's
over the guy is gone and I'd left with tired, wet fingers and an empty bed.
	Last weekend I decided that enough was enough. I hadn't seen my boyfriend Joe
in more than two weeks, and I was so horney that I was ready to fuck the
gearshift. I knew that Joe fucked other women while he was on the road--he wore
a rubber with them, and told me in lurid detail about what they did to him--and
decided that it was high time I did the same. Putting on my short leather skirt
and a red silk sleeveless blouse I'd just bought, I did up my makeup, combed
out my long brown hair, and hit the road. Knowing that I wasn't wearing a bra
or panties, and thinking about how my handsome stranger would react when he
found out, was enough to get me soaking wet before I even stepped inside the
cab.
	I gave the cabbie the address of the new nightclub I'd heard about. It was all
the way across town, but he didn't complain. I saw him adjusting his rear-view
mirror to get a better look at me, and obligingly crossed my legs, letting my
tight leather miniskirt ride even higher up my thighs. Twice I uncrossed them
and crossed them again like Sharon Stone, giving him a quick glimpse of
paradise. The second time he nearly drove into a pole, so I decided that two
free shots would have to be enough. My exhibitionism had excited me almost as
much as it excited him, and I rubbed my erect nipples through the thin material
of my blouse. The cab was going slower and slower through the light evening
traffic. Half smiling, I pulled a small bottle of lotion from my purse and
applied it slowly and thoroughly to my legs. The steering had developed a
definite shudder by the time we pulled up near the nightclub.
	"Isn't the entrance around front?" I asked innocently. 
	"Yeah," the cabbie replied. "But I can't go out in public like this." He
gestured to his crotch. "Some little old lady sees me like this, she'll call
the cops."
	"Okay." Opening the door I got out, then opened the front passenger door and
leaned in, giving the driver a look at my fairly substantial cleavage. He did
indeed have an erection, and a huge one at that. He was rubbing it
unselfconsciously through his slacks with one hand as he stared at my breasts.
He was fairly good looking, I noticed, and the bulge in his pants looked like
something I'd like to see more of. Looking around to see that no one was
looking (we'd pulled onto a side street away from the main flow of traffic) I
slid into the seat next to him. "Now, what do I owe you," I purred
suggestively.
	"Cab fare's $21.50," he replied hoarsely. I pulled my legs up on the seat, the
skirt sliding up to within an inch of my crotch, and his breathing got heavier.
He made a low sound in his throat as I reached for his belt. Unbuckling it, I
then undid the button of his fly.
	"Why don't we start with the tip," I said, slowly unzipping the fly of his
trousers. He made an unintelligible sound as I reached in and freed his
throbbing cock from his slacks and boxers. It was about eight inches long, and
throbbed hotly in my grip. "Mmmmm," I murmured. "I think this will do nicely."
With my free hand I reached for my purse and pulled out the hand lotion.
Uncapping it, I dribbled some of the cool, creamy liquid onto his pulsating
cock. He gasped in surprise, then began to moan as I ran one finger up and down
his length, coating his cock with the silky lotion. I took my sweet time about
it, enjoying the look of pleasure and intense frustration on the cabbie's face.
	After about a minute I took pity on him and slid my right hand around his
lotion-slicked cock. Gripping him tightly, I began to run my hand up and down
his cock, squeezing and relaxing my grip as I did so. I started slow, oh so
slow, gradually increasing my rhythm until I was fucking his cock with my
lotion-coated hand. His moans grew louder, and he began to thrust his hips
urgently into the air as he grew closer and closer to orgasm. 
	"Oh yeah, oh baby, baby, yeah," he moaned. "Oh, that is so sweet. Make me cum,
girl, make me, make me--uh--uh--UH--UH--OH YEAH!! YEAH! YEAH!" His cock writhed
in my hand as he spurted his hot load into the air. It spattered over my hand,
the steering wheel, and his pants, coating all three with his jism. Squeezing
and releasing, I continued to stroke him until the last drops of cum had
dribbled from the tip of his cock. I found myself wishing that I'd brought
mouthwash, so that I could taste his sweet cum before I went inside the club.
Maybe next time, I told myself. Wiping my hand free of cum and lotion with my
handkerchief, I slid a twenty out of my purse and tucked it in his shirt
pocket.
	"I think that squares us, don't you?" He was still gasping for air, but
managed to nod. Without another word I slid out of the cab and sauntered toward
the entrance to the club, swinging my hips jauntily as I did so. The warmup
festivities were over.
	Now it was time for the main event.

To be continued...

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