I pull back again leaving just the head between her thick, wet lips while I count to eight this time before slamming into her twice in quick succession. I continue the sequence counting to seven and pounding three times, then counting to six before taking four hard strokes, etc. The counting keeps me focused on something else while the teasing drives her crazy. When I get down to holding my cock out against her lips for the count of two and slamming into her eight times her pussy is drenched and she’s pushing hard against my hands, trying to get my cock deeper into her burning pussy. Finally, with the last count of one, I just keep pounding her sopping wet pussy with my very hard cock.
“Yes! Keep fucking me hard like that! Ohhh Fuck! I’m cumming!” Amber’s voice breaks the spell and once again I’m in the bookstore parking lot slamming my cock into the white assed, sexy teenager sprawled across my car. She thrusts back against my cock and I feel her pussy muscles tighten as she rides her first wave of orgasm. I push my cock deep inside of her as I tense my legs, rise up on the balls of my feet and shoot load after load of cum into her tight, young pussy.
I leave my spent cock inside her pulsating pussy while we both catch our breath. Finally, I pull out and Amber stands up, turns around and kisses me passionately on the lips.
“Wow! That was intense!” she says while fastening her bra and buttoning up her blouse. “Someday you’ll have to tell me who to thank for the great fuck!” she laughs.
“What are you talking about?” I ask, buckling my belt.
“Look, Mike. I’m young, but not stupid,” she says, kissing me on the lips. “The last couple of times we’ve been together, you’ve been distracted but your fucking was incredible. Your mind is obviously on someone else while you’re fucking me.”
“Amber, I…” I start to talk but she puts her fingers to my lips.
“Mike. It’s fine. We’re not exclusive and I don’t mind being a receptacle for your fantasy, especially when I get fucked like this. I’m using you as much as you’re using me. Too bad, she doesn’t know what she’s missing. If you need a letter of recommendation or anything…” she says laughing.
“Amber, you’re the best!” I say kissing her and squeezing her ass cheeks, still bare under her skirt.
“Apparently not, but it’s okay,” she says, pulling her thong out of my pocket and getting in her car without putting it on. “Thanks, Mike. See you next week.” A few days later I’m called to the phone at work.
“This is Mike, may I help you?” I say into the phone.
“Yes. This is Cynthia Emry and I’m calling to inquire about the book I ordered.” Cyn’s voice sounds so formal.
“You’re calling from home and can’t talk, right?” I answer.
“That’s correct.”
“Let me guess,” I say, “you want to meet after work?” I’m so excited she called that I can barely contain myself.
“Yes, that’s why I’m calling,” she responds stiffly.
“Starbucks? Buy your own lattes about 9:15?”
“That will be fine. I’ll pick it up in a little bit.”
“Just so I have the title correct, that’s the fantasy book you’re looking for this time not the how to book, correct?”
“Yes, that’s correct,” she sounds like she’s stifling a laugh.
“I have it right here. It’s titled, Tickling her Fancy Without Batteries.” I’m almost laughing now.
“That sounds wonderful. Thank you.”
“No. Thank you!” Half an hour later I’m sitting in Starbucks waiting for her, having already ordered for both of us. When she walks in, heads turn. She’s that beautiful. She’s wearing another sleeveless blouse, beige this time with a scoop neckline, a brown corduroy jacket and her ass hugging jeans.
“What?” she asks as I continue to stare at her after she sits down.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” I ask. “Every person in the place stopped what they were doing when you walked in here.” Her face darkens into a blush. The first one I’ve seen on her.
“Thank you,” she says. “That’s a nice way to start.”
“I’m glad you called,” I tell her. “I didn’t know if I’d ever see you again.”
“I didn’t know if you would either,” she sighs. “This isn’t easy for me.”
I wait for her to speak again. She’s nervous and appears to be working up to saying something. I sip my latte and wait.
“Mike, you want to help me solve my problems, don’t you?” she asks, tentatively.
“Absolutely. At least I’d like to try,” I answer honestly.
“I bet you would,” she laughs. “What I’m struggling with is, why you? With all the opportunities I’ve had for something like this, why should it be you?”
“First, because I know why you’re doing it,” I answer. “Those other guys want to live out their own fantasies; I want to help you achieve yours. Second, with me, you’re in control. I don’t know your phone number or where you live or if Cynthia Emry is even your real name. You decide when or if we meet and you decide if you want to stop. And finally, we have no connection. I’m not going to cause trouble for you at work. I bet you can’t say that about anyone else. This is all about you, Cyn.”
“Wow! You’re really good!” she says, surprised. “Have you ever considered commissioned sales? I’m recruiting for a few positions.”
“I’ve been thinking about various positions since I met you, but I can honestly say that none of them have to do with sales,” I tell her, smiling.
“I’m sure,” she says smiling back. “Tell me about your fantasy, Mike.”
“Which fantasy is that?” I ask teasingly.
“Your Halle Berry fantasy!” she laughs. “Which fantasy do you think I mean? How many fantasies are you harboring, anyway?” she asks.
“Wow, my fantasy, huh? You sure you want to hear it?” I reach to take her hand, but hesitate. I don’t want to scare her. But I needn’t have worried because she reaches across to meet mine. We hold hands for a minute before she sits back studying me again.
“Yes, I think I’d really like to hear how you fantasize about me,” she says earnestly.
“Okay, it starts slowly with just talking and holding hands,” I tell her. “I want us to do this right. It’s all about foreplay. Sex isn’t just physical, it’s mental too.”
“Thank you. Dr. Kinsey,” she laughs.
“Okay, just the fantasy, not the sex lesson,” I say, laughing with her. “After talking and kissing for a while, I’ll start the gradual process of undressing you.” I look her over, again imagining what she’ll look like naked. “It’ll be fun,” I almost whisper. “I’ll undress you very slowly, studying every inch of your body as it’s progressively revealed to me.”
“You look like you just undressed me in your mind, how did I look?” she smiles.
“Like a goddess. I answer. And that’s how I’ll treat you. I want to worship at the alter of Cynthia.”
“It’s Cyn. Please, Mike, don’t ever call me Cynthia,” she says, clearly upset. “My husband calls me Cynthia. He’s the only one who does, so… just don’t, okay?”
“Sure, sorry.” This woman has more hot buttons than a microwave oven. “Anyway, you’ll be completely naked and I’ll stay clothed while I slowly explore your entire body. Never having seen you, or…” I’m searching for the right phrase that won’t offend her, “any woman of color naked, it’ll be a completely new experience for me.”
“Woman of color? Oh that’s precious!” she laughs again. “Please don’t be politically correct with me, Mike. I’m black, just plain black.”
“Okay,” I say, but there is nothing plain about her. “I’ve never been with a black woman before and I’m sure I’ll be enchanted by your beauty. Now, can I finish my fantasy?” I laugh with her.
“Okay, I won’t interrupt you again. Where were you, oh yes, I’m naked and you’re enchanted, right,” she’s smiling, but obviously enjoying herself.