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This writing was originally posted Madeline's YesRoom on 1 June 1996. (Madeline's YesRoom offers high-quality erotic stories, sexual journals, softcore site reviews, erotic penpals, and chat. Updated daily!). This writing may be reposted to usenet and the web under the following conditions: (1) No fee is charged to view it, (2) a link to Madeline's YesRoom (http://www.yesroom.com) is included, (3) Madeline is e-mailed at madeline@yesroom.com informing her of the repost, and (4) the text is not altered, including this copyright notice. Thanks! -- Madeline

I checked my watch. It was 12:15, just after midnight. I switched on the interior light of the car for a moment to refresh my lipstick before I stepped out of the car. I turned around, locked the car door, and smoothed out my tight black shirt and jeans shorts. I felt like I was going to explode from the combination of uncertainty and lust. "Madeline, you've got to calm down," I told myself. I took a slow, deep breath and headed down the sidewalk.
My attention was divided between the feel of my body walking down the sidewalk and the sign above a blues bar less than a block away. My body felt light, powerful, as if I had complete control over every nerve and muscle. The sign above the bar was just a symbol for my actual purpose, Jim, who happened to be tending bar inside.
I tore my eyes from the sign for a moment to check my appearance in a glass storefront. Months of working out had turned my naturally slender body into a small work of art; I felt like I could conquer the world, just by baring my naked body. Not that my body was all that covered. The black shirt, as tight as it was, showed off my round breasts and thin waistline, and you couldn't possibly miss my long, tan legs in the Jean shorts. As one well-built bartender had noted a month or so before, vanity was the inevitable consequence of working out. But it was more than simple vanity. My own body, the clean lines of my muscles, the curve of my breasts, the touch of my fingers, the softness of my skin, was undoubtedly one of my most erotic symbols, a source of my sense of sexual power. Lost in my thoughts, I suddenly found myself grasping the door handle and inside the bar. A fog of smoke, a blues band, and Paul the bouncer, greeted me at the door.
"Hey Paul, what's up?" I asked. I had hung out at Paul's apartment last time I was in town, when some old friends of mine had all gone out.
"Oh hey Madeline, how're you doing? What brings you here?"
I pulled a black clove cigarette out of the box that I was carrying. "I'm doing very well. And I'm just lookin' for Jim. You got a light?" Just as Paul was lighting my clove, I spotted Jim. He was behind the bar, obviously unaware of my presence.
"Jim didn't say anything about you stopping by... Is he expecting you?" Paul asked me.
"Oh no. I don't even think that he knows that I'm back in town yet. I called over to the bar earlier to make sure that he was working. The expression on his face when he sees me will be worth the trouble, I suspect." I flashed a devilish smile.
I hopped up on one of the stools that faced the bar area next to Paul and took a drag of my clove, savoring sensuality of the rich smoke. I have never been much of a smoker, but I tend to light up when I'm drinking or even just thinking too hard about sex. There's something about the sensuality of a cigarette, particularly of a clove, that I can't help but associate with sex. Paul and I chatted for a while, but my mind was completely absorbed by the figure behind the bar, the thought of his beautiful body underneath me, of the feel of his touch on my skin, the taste of his cock. I nearly lost my will and went over to the bar to order a drink, to force Jim to notice my presence. I don't know how I managed to restrain myself, but I did.
Jim finally noticed me just as I was taking the black clove from my lips. He stared for a moment, in shock, and then smiled. As I exhaled the smoke, I smiled slowly, with an expression that must have told everyone in the bar that I wanted to fuck him. I slid off the stool and over to an empty space at the bar.
"Hi Jim. How're you doing?" I asked casually.
"Madeline! What the hell are you doing here?" Jim laughed. "I mean, it's great to see you. I just didn't think that you'd be back home so soon."
"Well here I am. Can you hang out tonight after you get off work?" On the exterior, it was an innocent enough question. But really, I may as well have asked him whether he was interested in sex or a blowjob.
"Sure," he said, laughing his slow laugh. "Sure," he repeated. "Great. Now can I get some vodka and fruit juice?"
I threw four dollars on the bar when Jim brought me my drink and headed back to my stool next to Paul. I was glad, very glad, that Jim was free for the evening, both in the sense that he wasn't doing anything and that he wasn't seeing anyone. It is always a good bet that Jim is unattached, but one can never be completely sure.
Jim was able to take a break at one point and came out to say hello. He wrapped his arms around me, enveloping me in his broad chest, holding me too tightly and too long for a platonic friend. I felt like melting.
I hung out with Paul until closing time, chatting idlely, smoking, sipping my drink. I couldn't think of anything but Jim though. As I watched Jim move behind the bar, I couldn't help but imagine pressing him against the wall of his bedroom, stripping his clothes off, running my hands over his body, kissing down his stomach, slowly licking the head of his cock, and then engulfing it in my mouth. I kept replaying that scene through my head, torturing myself with the inevitable wait. At closing time, I headed over to the 24 hour food place ("restaurant" would be too strong a word to use in this case) and waited for Jim to finish closing out the bar. I was completely on edge, waiting for Jim to arrive. I found my hands slowly caressing my thighs, my sides, the underside of my breasts; even sipping my hot tea became a sensuous activity. I tried to think of something other than Jim, just to pass the time more quickly. But I failed; all that I could do was wonder why Jim was such a sex object for me, even though we had also been friends for a number of years. No other man was such a longstanding object of desire as Jim.
When Jim finally walked in, I sat bolt upright in the booth, my fists clenched beside me. My face slowly broke into a smile as I watched him come over to the table and slide into the seat next to me. I slid one hand over his thigh, letting it come to rest right above his inner thigh, and slowly ran my fingers in small movements across the smooth fabric of his jeans. I'm not sure who my touch affected more; it was definitely driving me all the more insane with desire.
"So are you ready to go back to your apartment or do you want to grab something to eat?" I asked, as I ran my fingers even further up his thigh.
Jim took a deep breath, obviously feeling the sexual tension. "Oh, I don't think that I'm hungry enough." He slid out of the booth, and I followed behind. We walked to the car, drove the few blocks to his apartment, and headed inside. We chatted about mutual friends and what we were doing until we walked inside the apartment, when the conversation turned to more relevant matters.
"I'd like to take a shower. That okay?" Jim asked.
"Perfectly fine." I lit up another clove, trying to stave off my inclination to attack him right there.
"You interested in joining me?"
I laughed. "It almost seems too intimate for us. But sure, I could use a shower."
I couldn't keep my eyes off of Jim as we stripped. The clean lines of his muscles, his broad, bare chest, the glow of his skin, illuminated only by the streetlamp outside, captivated my attention. This evening, I thought to myself, was going to be very enjoyable.
The shower was warm and sensuous. We let the water fall across our faces as we kissed, gently, teasingly, all the while letting the tips of our fingers glide over the other's flesh. Jim slid his soapy hands across my breasts and stomach, the slippery lather making his firm touch on my skin seem more delicate, more controlled. When Jim's fingers slid down my side, over my hip, across my thigh and toward my sex, I was sure that I was going to collapse, The muscles in my thighs were shaking, my breathing was labored, and the fire in my sex was raging. But when he parted the lips of my pussy, his fingers gently massaging my clit, circling my hole, I had to grab onto his free arm and lean against the wall for support. My fingernails bit into his arm as he slowly fingered me, every touch driving me wild with desire. I wanted the feeling of lust, of my body completely overtaken with a single emotion, to last. I wanted to savor it, to feel it over and over again as his hands roamed my body.
Jim's touch on my clit finally drove my body, leaning precariously against the wall, to explode into orgasm. Jim leaned over, his lips brushing softly against my neck, as the heat swelled in my sex, slowly radiating outward to my extremities. The hours of constant arousal that evening, the tension, the doubts, the excitement, were finally released. Even as the orgasm was fading, I still could not hold myself upright. I sunk to my knees, barely noticing the hot water running down my body and over my face. I do not know how much later I rose to my feet; it could not have been longer than a few minutes, although it felt like an eternity. Jim was slowly caressing my face with his palm.
"Let's get out of here." I nodded in response.
Back downstairs, clean and dry, we stretched out on the bed, facing each other, running our fingers slowly over each other's skin. Jim's hand slowly explored my skin, sliding up my thigh, over my hip, across my stomach, over my breasts, up to my face and back down again. I still don't have words to properly describe how his touch, gentle and firm all at the same time. It almost felt like I was bathing in lust, swimming in the most luscious of waters, submerging myself in the intensity of the sensations of the moment.
I began to move my hand, resting on Jim's thigh, in slow circles towards the inside of his thigh, teasing him with the thought of my hand around his cock. He sucked in a breath as I carefully brushed against the edge of his pubic hair. I leaned over his body, kissing his stomach, slowly working down to his now rock-hard cock. My hand kneaded the muscle of his inner thigh. The thought of giving Jim head only aroused me further, although I'm not sure how that was possible. I had his cock in my mouth once before, only about a month before, and I was nearly salivating to have it once more.
I grasped Jim's cock in one hand, and slowly brought my lips to the head. I swirled my tongue over the head and down along the underside of the shaft. I brought my lips around the head, slowly engulfing his cock. With every stroke, I brought Jim's cock deeper into my mouth, until my hand, now wet with saliva, and my mouth were completely wrapped around it. As I sucked and licked Jim's cock, I focussed on his reaction, the touch of his hand on my hair, the muscles in his thighs, his breathing, to better control his pleasure. With every slight moan, every sudden breath, I felt more powerful, more in control. It was that control over his pleasure, over the the intensity of his physical sensation that made me love giving him head, that made what I was doing making love to his cock.
I slowed down my pace, not wanting him to come too soon, not wanting my pleasure to be over so soon. I engulfed him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the underside of his shaft and over his head. I cupped his balls in one hand, gently caressing them as I slowly stroked his cock. As I quickened the pace of my strokes and the intensity of the pressure, Jim's breathing became more audible with every stroke. His hand, resting on my head, began to exert a slight pressure, urging me to continue. I slid my hand down to Jim's balls again, gently massaging them. I sucked and licked and swirled my tongue over Jim's cock relishing feel of it inside of my mouth. Jim exploded inside my mouth in short bursts, his cum slipping down my throat. I swallowed every drop and slowly licked his cock clean, savoring the feel of it inside my mouth.
I lay back on the bed beside Jim, who seemed to be in a state of shock. I reached over to the nightstand, fumbling for the pack of cloves. I finally got one out of the box, lit it, took a few drags, and handed it over to Jim. He took a drag and handed it back to me. We lay like that in the darkness, in silence, just passing the clove back and forth between us until we finished it. I lay on my back, my hands above my head, waiting lazily for Jim's head to stop reeling from the orgasm I had given him.
After a few minutes, Jim turned over on his side, facing me, the soft skin of his chest barely brushing up against my side. His hand slowly began tracing the contours of my body, leaving a trail of burning sensation that cried out for more attention. As his hand moved down my stomach, I would forget to breathe, leaving me gasping for air as his hand moved back upwards, across my stomach, over my breasts. Jim's hand slowly moved downward, over my hip to my thigh, around to the soft flesh on the inside of my leg, just inches from my burning sex. I was barely able to breathe as he slowly massaged my inner thigh, getting closer to my sex with each motion. I felt his fingers part my sex, seeking out the wetness, and slowly, deliberately explore my sex, circling my hole, massaging my clit. My whole body was shaking uncontrollably from his touch, unable to feel anything but the pleasure radiating from my sex.
My back arched involuntarily as two fingers slid into my cunt. Jim began slowly sliding his fingers in and out of me, pressing upward on my g-spot. My muscles quivered with every motion; my flesh was on fire with the intensity of the the sensations. As Jim's thrusts became faster, harder, my sex ached for release, ached for the feeling of pleasure washing over my body.
"Faster," I whispered, trying to find my voice. "More, faster."
Jim complied, thrusting his fingers inside of me with even more speed and intensity. I was right on the edge; my hands were tingling and then going completely numb; I could feel the heat rising in my sex. Suddenly my sex exploded in heat, wrapping my body in it's hot pleasure. I was gasping for air, my hips writhing around Jim's fingers, my hands pulling at the sheet underneath me. "Oh ggg.. oh oh ggggoodd..." I struggled to breathe, completely overtaken by physical sensation. Jim slowed down his thrusts for few seconds, letting me breathe, and then picked up speed again, driving me to another explosive orgasm. By the time that started to come down from that orgasm, I could no longer feel my hands or my feet, apart from an occasional tingle. I lay on the bed, completely motionless except my heaving chest, unable to move. Jim slid his fingers out of my soaking wet cunt, licked them clean, and lay on his side next to me, his hand gently rubbing my stomach and circling my breasts.
I sat up, rolled Jim over on his back, and lay my body on top of his, savoring the feel of his skin on mine. I gently kissed across his shoulder, up his neck, across his face. I paused at his lips, gently sucking on his bottom lip, before continuing across his face. His hands gently rubbed my back, enveloping my body in his touch. I ran my fingers through his curly hair, still slightly damp from the shower, enjoying the softness sliding through my fingers. I could feel the adrenaline of arousal building up in my system again, making me crave Jim's touch all the more. The muscles in my stomach were quivering, causing my breaths to come in short waves. Jim rolled me over onto my back, his muscular frame hanging over me. Balancing himself on one arm, he caressed my breast, my stomach, my thigh. His hand moved in slow circles across my thigh towards my sex, teasing me with every brush of his fingers against the heat of my sex.
Jim's hard cock, brushing lightly against my thighs, made me desperate for him inside of me. I wanted him to plunge himself inside of me, to bury himself to the hilt in my wet warmth. I grabbed a condom off of the nightstand where I had thrown some earlier and handed it to Jim. I stared him straight in the eye, and said softly, forcefully, "I want you to fuck me... now." As Jim put on the condom, I slowly slid my hands up his thighs, unable to think of anything but the pleasure of being filled by Jim's cock. Hovering over me once more, Jim teased me for a moment with his head against my entrance before plunging into me. Every nerve in my sex was exploding with every thrust, crying out for more. My hands hands gripped Jim's muscular forearms and my teeth bit into his shoulder with every motion of Jim's cock inside of me. He thrust into me relentlessly, nearly breaking me in two from the intensity of the sensations.
It must have been the upward curve of Jim's cock, pressing up against my g-spot, that drove me to the wild explosion of an orgasm. I could barely breathe as heat radiated through my body and the walls of my cunt spasmed around Jim's cock. In four more thrusts, my body exploded around Jim's cock again, my hips grinding wildly into him. I was gasping for air; my hands no longer had any feeling. My second explosion drove Jim over the edge; he buried his face in my neck, biting my shoulder, as he came inside of me.
Jim slowly lifted his head from my shoulder and lay down next to me. I turned over on my side and caressed the smooth skin of his stomach. We lay like that for a few minutes, only the sound of our breathing disturbing the silence.
"So... are you interested in doing this again?" I asked Jim, with a faint smile on my lips. "I'm going to be here all summer after all."
Jim laughed. "Yeah, sure. I could hardly refuse."

© Madeline
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