Stolen Hours

I was in the car getting ready to go, and I looked up at T who was standing next to the car looking down at me. The smile on his face melted my heart. Maybe it was the beautiful day with the sunlight filtering down on him through the tree. Maybe it was the last remnants of the oxytocin floating through my body, the result of coming more times than I could count. Whatever it was, it was making me feel connected to him and I didn't want to leave. But I had to, of course.  He had to leave, too. We both had to get back to work. The hours we had stolen to be together were over.

A little over two hours earlier, I was just arriving to his man cave out in the country. When I was there three days ago, I was nervous, but not today. Being there felt right.

I knocked on the door and no one answered, so I let myself in. Then I walked back to his bedroom and knocked.  No answer. I stood there for a couple of minutes, not quite sure what to do.  While I was thinking about it, he walked in. I smiled at him and we exchanged greetings as he walked over to me and kissed me.

We stepped into his room and he closed the door behind him. He had music playing and a lamp on an end table lit so the room was dim, but not dark. I dropped my purse and kicked off my shoes and turned to kiss him again. Deep, slow, passionate kisses. I reached down to untuck his shirt and he pulled it off, uncovering his strong, broad shoulders. I touched his chest with both hands and slowly ran my hands up to and over his shoulders.

What followed was something of a flurry of kissing, clothes coming off, him sucking my breast, me sucking his cock. It was that rushed and frenzied beginning when you want to do everything at once. Eventually, that settled down and we both got on the bed. I was laying on my back and he was laying over me, kissing me, sliding a hand over my breast, pinching my nipple, then sliding it down further. He fingered me for a minute or so and then he slid down between my legs.

Just as his tongue touched my clit, he slid a couple of fingers inside me. I put my head back and closed my eyes, focusing on the sensations. Soon I was rocking my hips, pressing against his hand and his mouth, and moaning loudly. I came hard, shaking and feeling my cunt tighten around his fingers. It was dizzying.

As you know, I'm not used to anyone going down on me.  Hubby has never done it. It had happened about five times in my life before I met T and I only came on two of those occasions. Now it's happened twice with T - once a couple days ago and once today.

I expected a little recovery time, but he didn't stop.  Now it was even more intense - that pain mixed with pleasure that comes when everything down there is so sensitive. I squirmed at first, whimpered a weak "no" that I didn't mean.  It just felt so foreign to me.  But he didn't stop. Within a couple of minutes I started shaking and I came again, this time a little harder.

I wanted to pull him up to me so I could kiss him, but he wouldn't stop. His fingers and his mouth worked their magic and the next orgasm didn't feel like it was bursting out of me.  It felt like it was being pulled from me involuntarily. I've heard about forced orgasms, but I hadn't experienced one myself, until today.

Three orgasms from oral - that exceeds the total number for the entire rest of my life.  Wow.

Finally, he moved back up to where I could kiss him. I tasted myself all over his mouth and wrapped my arms around him. He laid down next to me and we kissed some more. I traced my finger on his face, still trying to learn about him. Within a few minutes, he moved between my legs, I pulled up my knees and he slid his cock inside me. I was a little embarrassed because I was so wet; it was like a slip 'n' slide down there.  No friction. It seemed like a good time for him to relax and let me take over.

He laid back and I scooched down toward the end of the bed. I licked his cock first, and it jumped. Then I took it into my mouth and started suckling it. He grabbed my hair and pulled it tight - very tight - and guided me up and down. Again. Again.  Then he pushed my head down on him and held me down so all I could do was swallow over and over. After a little while, he released me to do as I pleased with him, but he held my hair tight with my head pulled up just a bit so I had to strain against the pressure to get to his cock and suck harder.  He pushed me down on him again when he was ready to come and he groaned long and loudly as he released into my mouth.

We rested together for awhile, talking, kissing, laughing. Without warning, he slid his hand between my legs and started fingering my clit. I moaned and started shuddering within about a minute and just like earlier, he didn't stop after I came; he just kept fingering me until I came again and again.

Finally, I stopped him.  I don't know how many times I came, but I knew I couldn't take one more try.

He asked me if I'd wrap my mouth around his cock again. I smiled. Of course!  This time he let me do him however I wanted and he came quickly. I swallowed, cleaned up, and we kissed some more, both of us knowing that our time was about up.

We got dressed and started to leave.  I forgot to kiss him goodbye in the house. We were outside near my car when I turned to kiss him.  We kissed briefly and then he reminded me that I forgot to kiss while we were in private, and not outside.  But you know what?  I didn't care.  I was happy and relaxed, it was a beautiful day, and here was an incredible man I didn't want to leave. Who cares if someone sees us?

Yes, I know that's stupid, but that's how I felt. I'd do it again in the same situation.

I got in my car and looked up, and there he was smiling at me. As I said, my heart melted.