Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Early Days for Brad and Kaitlyn

He lit up with his killer smile, once again taking her mouth with his.  This time she felt a change.  He possessed it in an intimate way that he had not quite used on her before.  He was making his mark on her, owning her, letting her know what was possible.  He laid her back on the blanket, never letting go of her mouth, bringing a hand into the low cut top of her dress.  He cupped a breast, first stroking it gently then roughly grabbing it.  She moaned, consumed by his magic mouth, desperate for him, his hand grabbing her breast exactly right, even though he dug into the sensitive flesh. 

He found her nipple, rolling it firmly between his fingers, harsher than anyone had done it before, making her flinch and yet making her oh so hot at the same time.  He slid his mouth off her lips and worked his way down her throat, stroking his tongue on her skin, sucking gently and tasting the sweat and sea spray. 

"Mmmm," he murmured, nuzzling between her breasts.   "Unhook the halter Kaity."  She took a breath, knowing she was taking a big step that could not be taken back.  He was asking her to offer her breasts to him.  No, again, not asking her, telling her.  And not just her breasts, all of her.  The only real question was did she want it.  Yes, she did want it.  And she was going to take the chance and get it.  The only other choice was her lonely apartment, her vibrator and her books and that was just not going to be acceptable anymore.

She leveraged herself up a bit, slipping her hands behind her neck and undoing the hook at the back that released the halter.  The straps fell, the weight of her breasts pulling the cups down and baring them to him.  She went to move her hands, but he stopped her, telling her to leave them clasped behind her neck.  She laced the fingers together, arching as much as she could in the hopes that he'd enjoy the view.  She was rewarded with his mouth moving down over her right breast, inching closer and closer to her nipple.  He took it between his teeth and tugged at it while she twitched and groaned and bit her own lip in simultaneous pain and passion.  

Oh yes, this was a thousand times better than any online list of instructions she'd had.  And no one she'd ever had real sex with had done such a thing with her before.  They were always so careful and solicitous.  Never passionate and ravenous like Brad.  This was intense and magical. 

Her eyes drifted shut but snapped open at his command, combined with a nip on the very end of her tit that made her yelp.  "Stay with me Kaity, no escaping elsewhere, understand?" 

"Yes, I understand," she responded, now totally in the moment. 

"Good girl."  He moved to the other breast, repeating his movements there, chewing at her breast and making her moan.  He plucked at the tit, pulling it out from her skin, using it to heft the weight of her breast, even wagging it back and forth making her cry out.  It hurt, yes, but in a way she couldn't explain it was a good hurt.  She had never been so wet.  She squirmed and tried to stroke her leg along his hoping to entice him to move things along.  He pulled back and laughed. 

"You wanton little slut!"  She was started, no one had ever called her something like that before, even in fun.  Honestly, no one had ever made her feel so wanton before so if truth be told, she guessed it fit.  He stroked his hand along the outside of her thigh up to cup her hip, shoving the dress out of the way as he went.  That left her skirt bunched up at her waist, her damp panties peeking out.  He continued to chew and suck on her breasts, creating a hickey on the right one that would probably show at least a bit when she was dressed again.    

"Stand up and undress for me, Kaity, right here on the beach where anyone might come by and see."  She knew this was a test and steeled herself to pass it.   She got unsteadily to her bare feet, the top of the dress flapping open at her waist already.  A quick flick of the side zip and the waist came free.  She let the fabric drop to the ground and stepped out of it.  Standing in front of him with nothing on but her boring cotton briefs.  She hoped she passed muster in her naked state.  She wasn't a thin girl, but if the gleam in his eye was anything to judge by, he didn't mind.  He nodded for her to continue with the panties so she slipped her fingers into the elastic and pushed them down over her hips, letting them fall to the ground as well.  She didn't know what to do with her hands, a large part of her desperately wanting to cover herself but the rest of her knowing that was not the right move. 

She remembered his earlier instruction and laced them behind her neck again, totally open in front of him.  He licked his lips, leaning back and looking up at her standing before him.  Her super fair skin glowed in the moonlight, darkened only by the shadow of pubic hair at her triangle and the hickey he had applied on her breast.

He watched the emotions play over her face, giving her some time to absorb.  He enjoyed that she had curves and some meat on her.  He hated those stick insect high maintenance girls that only wanted him for his money and position.  He loved that she had been wearing simple plain white cotton briefs under that sexy dress. 

"Who does this dress belong to Kaity?"  

"How do you know it isn't mine?"  

"It doesn't match the panties," he said.  "And you don't answer my questions with questions, understand?"  She flinched at the displeasure in his tone.  He wasn't playing, and she didn't want to bring his criticism down on her. 

"I'm sorry." 

"Yes, you're just learning, but don't make me tell you things more than once.  So, whose dress is it?" 

"Alisa, a friend of my roommate."  

"As I thought.  You'll have to have the valet service dry clean it before you return it to her.  Bill it to my room."  She was utterly embarrassed that he knew she'd borrowed it for the occasion and even more so that he could tell by her granny panties.   She didn't think guys really noticed things like that, especially when they had a naked girl in front of them, but either she was wrong or Brad was an exception to that rule.  She shifted her weight from foot to foot, trying not to fidget but really uncomfortable just standing there naked in front of him, out in the open where anyone else taking a moonlight stroll could come upon her. 

Not to mention, she really wasn't in the habit of being totally naked in front of a guy less than 24 hours after first meeting them.  She kept her hands laced together behind her neck, both hoping he would do something soon and dreading he would do something soon.  She nearly jumped out of her skin when he called her over.  He slipped onto his knees and wrapped his hands around her bare ass, grabbing and hand full of each cheek.  He rested his cheek against her soft stomach, then trailed his tongue across her skin, circling her navel and tracing the space between her navel and the top of her furry mound. 

She whimpered, tantalized by his touch on her, praying he would move lower, pushing her hips towards him.  He held her in place, his big solid hands tightly clenching her rear so that she was sure there would be handprints tomorrow.  He let go of one cheek and traced a finger through her slit, making her shiver.  He dipped it into her cunt and she lolled her head back anxious for him to do more.  He swirled his finger around, then stabbed a second one in to join the first, pumping back and forth in her slick, hot canal.  Her thighs were quivering and her bare nipples were hard and standing at attention.   

She rocked against his fingers, never having felt so wanton.  Maybe she really was the slut he called her earlier.  He pulled his hand free, glistening in the moonlight with the evidence of her arousal.  He stood up in front of her and brought his fingers to her lips. 

"Taste it Kaity.  Suck them clean.  Taste how much you want this and how much you want me."  She bit her lip then parted them for him, drawing his fingertips into her mouth, stroking them with her tongue.  She tasted the tang of her juices and the salt of his skin, mingled together.  She flexed her fingers, still held behind her neck, wanting to touch him but knowing she wasn't supposed to unless he allowed it, wanting it more so than if he had.  When she was done, he kissed her again, holding her chin with his damp hand. 

"Good girl," he told her.  "Get dressed." 

"What?" she sputtered.  A sharp smack landed on her bare bottom making her jump. 

"Don't answer me with questions, Kaity.  Get dressed.  And no panties.  I don't want you wearing panties again until I find you some that I approve of."  He stuffed her plain briefs into his pocket to ensure they would not return to her body. 

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