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It was three o'clock on a gorgeous Saturday afternoon. It was turning into a perfect weekend for racing. I was laying on my chair listening to the mindless banter of my brother and his buddies. They were well on their way to polishing off case number two of beer. I hadn't had anything to drink at that point. Ever the mother hen, I decided to stay sober, at least for the afternoon. But I was quickly getting fidgety just lying there.
"Hey guys, I'm seriously bored. I'm going exploring." I said to my brother Jim as I stood up, pulling on my flip flops. "If you need me, text me. I'm not going too far."
I popped my iPod in my ears and cranked up some Toby Keith. I wasn't too worried about losing the RV. The "GO TONY #14!" banner I made solved that problem. I walked off to see what else was going on in our little world.
My sobriety seemed to be more the exception than the norm. The stench of beer lingered throughout the infield area. Oddly, I wasn't worried about walking around alone. Everyone was there for racing and fun. I looked over to my left at the chain link fence that separated us from THEM...the drivers. We had our little dinky RV's, they had million dollar mansions on wheels. I pressed my head against the fence and peered in. It was very quiet, nothing like the chaos that was on my side. I continued walking, idly running my hand against the chain links as I strolled along. A piece of metal poked my finger and I jumped back, sticking my finger in my mouth. What the hell? Is that a cut in the fence? Upon closer inspection, I noticed a five foot tall cut. It all seemed so cliche...a hole to the other side? Hmmmm. I tried to pry it apart and it separated easily. This is crazy, do I risk it? I mean, there's nobody around, I could just walk around and look, no biggy, right? I craned my neck and made sure nobody was watching. I took a deep breath and pulled the fence apart. I stepped through and let the fence close behind me. My heart was hammering in my chest. Now what? I kept near the fence, avoiding security and anyone who even remotely looked like security. I took another deep breath and ventured out by the coaches. Close up, they were bigger than I imagined. I wondered who's was who's when I was suddenly knocked out of my reverie. All I felt was a thump to my chest as I was flattened onto my backside. My iPod flew out of my ears and hit the ground.
"Oh my God! Are you OK?" I looked up into a pair of sunglasses. It was none other than Tony Stewart. He had turned the corner just as I was passing his bus and hit me full on. He reached down and helped me up. I picked up my iPod and dusted off my jeans. I stood there utterly mortifed. I looked up at him. He gave me that lopsided grin I loved. He looked down at my pass.
"You don't belong back here, do you?" I shook my head no. I felt like throwing up right on his feet. He gave me a mischievious look. "You found the hole in the fence, didn't you?" I looked up at the sky, kicking the dirt with my right foot. I feigned innocence.
"Ummmm, yes?" I gave him my best "Please-don't-kill-me-I-mean-no-harm." look. "I was just walking, and my hand brushed the metal that was cut and look, see? I was bleeding and I just thought I'd look around, but I'll leave now..." I was babbling and just about to cry. He laughed and put his hands on my shoulders to calm me down.
"Hey there, stop. It's OK. I'm not going to call security on you. Breath...relax!" His smile was infectious.
I sighed, looked up at him and smiled. I stuck my hand out. "Hi, I'm Carla. Nice to meet you!"
"It's very nice to meet you Carla." He said as he took my hand in his. He still hadn't wiped that handsome grin off his face. "It's really hot out here. Do want to come in for something to drink?" he asked. The butterflies in my stomach suddenly tripled in size.
I stammered, "You were heading out. I don't want to be a bother..." He held out his hand and interrupted me mid-sentence.
"Not a bother! I was just heading out to ask Ryan a question. It can wait. I'm sure the boss won't mind." He laughed and winked at me. I thought I was going to drop dead on the spot.
He grabbed my hand, "Come on. Let's get you inside before security does come around asking questions." I followed him into his coach. Was this really happening?
It was tastefully decorated and much bigger than I had anticipated. But that was neither here nor there. I was alone with Tony Stewart. My mind was reeling at the thought.
"Coke OK?" he asked me from across the room. I nodded. I was completely overcome with shyness. He popped the cans and sat across from me at the table.
"You're not much of a talker, are you? Relax darlin', I don't bite...promise!"
"It's just, I'm a fan. Have been since your rookie year. So to be here, with you, it's just a teeny bit overwelming, to say the least!" He grabbed my iPod.
"What do you listen to?" he asked.
"I don't know, everything from Barry Manilow, to Metallica to all things country. I'm diverse." I said.
He laughed. "Me too. Not so much Barry Manilow, but just about everything else. I have a dock, want me to put it on? I'll just hit shuffle and see what comes up." That in itself worried me.
Of course, the first song was "Copacabana". He gave me a silly look and started singing "Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl..." at the top of his lungs and horribly off key. Thank God he didn't drive like he sang! The ice had definitely been broken with us. He had me hysterical. He plunked himself back down at the table and put his chin in his hand, grinning.
"Sooo, I know nothing about you Carla. First of all, why are you here?"
"Duh, Tony...racing?" I said pointing to my temple with my finger and pulling it away.
"I know that! I mean, who are you here with? And why were you wandering around alone?"
I sighed. "I'm here with my younger brother and his buddies. They're already tanked, so I took off 'cause I was sober and bored silly. There's only so much fart humor a girl can stand, ya know?" I said laughing. He was actually really easy to talk to, and getting easier by the second.
We talked and talked and talked somemore. He asked me an innocent question, but I decided to play with him a bit.
"Do you have any hobbies?" Poor Tony. He had no idea the trouble that was coming.
"Yeah, I'm a writer. I write stories just for fun and post them on the internet." I smiled.
"Really? About what?" he asked, intrigued.
"Ohhh, NASCAR, the drivers...and ya know...stuff." I said, with an evil glint in my eyes.
"Stuff?" he looked at me quizzically, then it dawned on him. "Oh...STUFF." he returned the evil look, nodding his head. "So, just who DO you write about?" As if he didn't already know.
I looked him straight in the eyes, "You."
He grinned broadly and sat back, surprised. "Really? Me? What kind of stuff do you write about me?" the same evil look was back again.
"Oh, things. Ya know...stuff!" He turned the tables on me. Now it was my turn to be flustered. For the millionth time, I sighed. "OK, fine. I write erotica, sex stories...you being my main subject. Happy?"
"Uh huh! Nice to see someone thinks I'm getting laid!" we laughed.
"May I ask a favor of you Tony?" I asked shyly.
"Of course...what is it?" His chin was back in his hand. God, he was cute.
"Well, I'm a writer. I pride myself on writing accurate descriptions of my characters. Research is vitally important to how good or bad my story ends up. I need you to be my research subject. Are you game?" Touche.
"I think I can be of assistance to you. What would you like me to do?" I think that got his attention. I stood up and walked around the table. I held out my hand. "Up. Follow me." I guided him to the middle of the living room. I placed his arms next to his body.
"OK, just stand here. I'm going to pretend I'm writing suggestive dialog. I need to see if my descriptives work." I was close enough to smell his cologne. Dang.
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Tony looked at me, mildly perplexed.
"What exactly is 'suggestive dialog'?" He had that classic, WTF look only he can pull off. I slowly walked around him and explained.
"Suggestive dialog is explaining in such detail the reader feels like they are doing it themselves." I stopped in front of him, standing nose to nose. I continued. "OK, I'll show you what I mean." I took my finger and placed it next to his right eye and said, "She took her finger and ran it over his scruffy cheek, caressing his face and making him sigh." Tony's eyes lightly fluttered as I spoke. He swallowed hard.
"Don't worry, darlin'. I don't bite...much." I whispered in his ear, giving his earlobe a gentle nip. He let out a tiny moan. I was getting the impression that being dominated was something Mr. Stewart was completely unfamilar with.
I stepped back, crossed my arms and looked at him. His breathing had picked up a notch. "You're going to be my test subject Tony. Is there any better way to write a story? Let's begin, shall we?"
I stepped closer to him. His brown eyes were alert and up for the challenge.
I spoke softly to him. "Most times, in a story, the first thing the girl goes for is the hair." I placed my hands on the sides of his face. "She ran her hands through his thick, brown hair." I whispered. "Suddenly, she grabs the back of his head and pulls him close, as if to kiss him." I pulled him in, our noses touching. Our lips were close enough to feel each others breath. I pulled away. It wasn't easy.
"And that Tony, is what pulls the reader in. Surprise them." My voice never went above a low growl.
"Uh huh!" Was about all he could squeak out. I looked down at his shorts. He was definitely into the game we were playing. Tony looked at me with a hint of pleading in his eyes. I bit my bottom lip, thinking of where this story could go. I walked around and stood behind him. Looking down, I checked out his cute, little butt. But I digress...back to my plan.
"Another big deal in a story is the back and shoulders. The girls just dig a nice pair of shoulders." I said leaning my chin on his left shoulder and speaking directly into his ear. His head tilted back.
"Oh my God woman, what are you doing to me?" I gave him a husky laugh.
"Oh you'll see. You'll just have to be patient." I ran my tongue across the back of his neck, raising goosebumps on his arms.
"Do you like that Tony?"
"Mmm hmm" he groaned softly.
It was getting harder to play the game, but I continued.
"She rubbed his broad shoulders, running her thumbs down his spine." He groaned happily. "She grabbed his hips and kneaded his ass with both hands." His eyes flew open at my touch. "Relax Tony." I said as I worked my hands slowly down the backs of his thighs. His eyes closed again.
"I want you Carla. So bad." He whispered.
"Not yet Tony. Not yet. Ya know what? I'm done talking. I think you've got the idea." I dropped to my knees, staring right at his ass. I started kissing the back of his leg at the ankle, working my way up slowly. I traced circles on the sensitive spot on the back of his knee, making his leg twitch involuntarily. I let my tongue lazily run up the back of his thigh. His scent was making me insane. Still, I wanted to continue this slow decent into sexual madness.
"Turn around Tony." My voice came out raspy. I had to taste him, see him, smell him. We made eye contact. His brown eyes were glazed over with lust. I reached up and unbuttoned his shorts. His erection strained to be set free. I wasn't going to make it that easy for him. I nuzzled my nose against his shorts, inhaling his intoxicating smell. He grabbed my head, begging for release.
"Please Carla. I'm not one to plead, but please!" I obliged, slowly unzippering him and dropping his shorts to the floor. I kneaded his thighs and backside, which was smaller and firmer than I had expected it to be. He was big, not dislocate your cervix big, but it had girth. He rubbed his engorged member against my cheek. I stood up, took his hand and guided him over to the couch.
"Sit." He did as he was told. I leaned over him and removed his shirt, leaving him in just his underwear.
"Let me touch you Carla. Take off your shirt."
"No, not yet. I told you...patience." If he only knew my control was quickly slipping.
I pulled off his boxer briefs, exposing him in all his glory. He stretched out and put his hands behind his head and gave me a smile. It would have made a nice wallpaper for my cell phone.
I threw all caution to the wind once I saw him naked. I sloooowly pulled my t-shirt off and dropped it to the floor. I ran my hands over my ample breasts. I looked at Tony with an evil glint in my eyes. He was lightly stroking his cock, watching me intently.
"You like?" I asked with a husky growl. I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. It fell to the floor. I tweaked my nipples, bringing them to attention.
"I like...I want. Come here." He reached his hands out to me. I put my hands on the back of the couch and grazed his lips with mine. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down into a kiss to end all kisses. I layed down on him. I could feel his cock press against my groin. I pulled away from him and got out of my shoes and jeans in record time. He pulled me back on top of him, kissing me deeply as he kneaded my tits. He flipped me over onto my back, his hand finding my center. There was no gentleness involved. He buried three fingers into me. I groaned loudly as his curved fingers hit my G-spot.
"Oh Tony, Oh God, so good, so good..." I couldn't make a coherent thought. It was his turn to dominate me. Oh my God, and did he ever. I felt my first orgasm building. He suddenly pulled his fingers from me.
And just as quickly as he did that, he dove between my legs. His tongue played with my swollen clit. I ground myself against his face arching my back as a mind blowing orgasm overtook my body.
Tony kissed me deeply again. I could taste my own juices on his face and lips.
"Must...have...you..." Tony gasped in my ear. "Bedroom...now." He pulled me up and we all but ran into his room. I jumped onto the bed, then he on me. Our legs, bodies and tongues we're entwined. Tony leaned over and grabbed a condom from his nightstand drawer. He rolled it on his about to burst hard on.
"You drove me crazy before. Now it's my turn." he said to me as he entered in one hard thrust. There was nothing soft and sweet about our coupling. It was as hard and fast at the last lap of a race. He pumped me harder and harder until we were both overcome by our mutual orgasms. He rolled over on his back, both of us staring at the ceiling trying to catch our breath.
We made our way back to the living room to gather our clothes that were strewn everywhere. I threw myself together the best I could, but I knew for a fact I had that "I just got laid" look about me. Tony was the first to speak.
"Can I have your number? Maybe I can call you? See you again?"
"Yeah, I'd like that. I had fun playing with you today." I smiled at him. It had been a fun afternoon. Just then I received a text. It was my brother looking for me. At least he hadn't interupted us!
"I gotta go. The boys are wondering where I disappeared to." I leaned over and kissed him.
"Do I get a story out of this?" he asked as I was walking down the stairs.
I looked back and smiled at him and laughed. "You know it!"
"Hey guys, I'm seriously bored. I'm going exploring." I said to my brother Jim as I stood up, pulling on my flip flops. "If you need me, text me. I'm not going too far."
I popped my iPod in my ears and cranked up some Toby Keith. I wasn't too worried about losing the RV. The "GO TONY #14!" banner I made solved that problem. I walked off to see what else was going on in our little world.
My sobriety seemed to be more the exception than the norm. The stench of beer lingered throughout the infield area. Oddly, I wasn't worried about walking around alone. Everyone was there for racing and fun. I looked over to my left at the chain link fence that separated us from THEM...the drivers. We had our little dinky RV's, they had million dollar mansions on wheels. I pressed my head against the fence and peered in. It was very quiet, nothing like the chaos that was on my side. I continued walking, idly running my hand against the chain links as I strolled along. A piece of metal poked my finger and I jumped back, sticking my finger in my mouth. What the hell? Is that a cut in the fence? Upon closer inspection, I noticed a five foot tall cut. It all seemed so cliche...a hole to the other side? Hmmmm. I tried to pry it apart and it separated easily. This is crazy, do I risk it? I mean, there's nobody around, I could just walk around and look, no biggy, right? I craned my neck and made sure nobody was watching. I took a deep breath and pulled the fence apart. I stepped through and let the fence close behind me. My heart was hammering in my chest. Now what? I kept near the fence, avoiding security and anyone who even remotely looked like security. I took another deep breath and ventured out by the coaches. Close up, they were bigger than I imagined. I wondered who's was who's when I was suddenly knocked out of my reverie. All I felt was a thump to my chest as I was flattened onto my backside. My iPod flew out of my ears and hit the ground.
"Oh my God! Are you OK?" I looked up into a pair of sunglasses. It was none other than Tony Stewart. He had turned the corner just as I was passing his bus and hit me full on. He reached down and helped me up. I picked up my iPod and dusted off my jeans. I stood there utterly mortifed. I looked up at him. He gave me that lopsided grin I loved. He looked down at my pass.
"You don't belong back here, do you?" I shook my head no. I felt like throwing up right on his feet. He gave me a mischievious look. "You found the hole in the fence, didn't you?" I looked up at the sky, kicking the dirt with my right foot. I feigned innocence.
"Ummmm, yes?" I gave him my best "Please-don't-kill-me-I-mean-no-harm." look. "I was just walking, and my hand brushed the metal that was cut and look, see? I was bleeding and I just thought I'd look around, but I'll leave now..." I was babbling and just about to cry. He laughed and put his hands on my shoulders to calm me down.
"Hey there, stop. It's OK. I'm not going to call security on you. Breath...relax!" His smile was infectious.
I sighed, looked up at him and smiled. I stuck my hand out. "Hi, I'm Carla. Nice to meet you!"
"It's very nice to meet you Carla." He said as he took my hand in his. He still hadn't wiped that handsome grin off his face. "It's really hot out here. Do want to come in for something to drink?" he asked. The butterflies in my stomach suddenly tripled in size.
I stammered, "You were heading out. I don't want to be a bother..." He held out his hand and interrupted me mid-sentence.
"Not a bother! I was just heading out to ask Ryan a question. It can wait. I'm sure the boss won't mind." He laughed and winked at me. I thought I was going to drop dead on the spot.
He grabbed my hand, "Come on. Let's get you inside before security does come around asking questions." I followed him into his coach. Was this really happening?
It was tastefully decorated and much bigger than I had anticipated. But that was neither here nor there. I was alone with Tony Stewart. My mind was reeling at the thought.
"Coke OK?" he asked me from across the room. I nodded. I was completely overcome with shyness. He popped the cans and sat across from me at the table.
"You're not much of a talker, are you? Relax darlin', I don't bite...promise!"
"It's just, I'm a fan. Have been since your rookie year. So to be here, with you, it's just a teeny bit overwelming, to say the least!" He grabbed my iPod.
"What do you listen to?" he asked.
"I don't know, everything from Barry Manilow, to Metallica to all things country. I'm diverse." I said.
He laughed. "Me too. Not so much Barry Manilow, but just about everything else. I have a dock, want me to put it on? I'll just hit shuffle and see what comes up." That in itself worried me.
Of course, the first song was "Copacabana". He gave me a silly look and started singing "Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl..." at the top of his lungs and horribly off key. Thank God he didn't drive like he sang! The ice had definitely been broken with us. He had me hysterical. He plunked himself back down at the table and put his chin in his hand, grinning.
"Sooo, I know nothing about you Carla. First of all, why are you here?"
"Duh, Tony...racing?" I said pointing to my temple with my finger and pulling it away.
"I know that! I mean, who are you here with? And why were you wandering around alone?"
I sighed. "I'm here with my younger brother and his buddies. They're already tanked, so I took off 'cause I was sober and bored silly. There's only so much fart humor a girl can stand, ya know?" I said laughing. He was actually really easy to talk to, and getting easier by the second.
We talked and talked and talked somemore. He asked me an innocent question, but I decided to play with him a bit.
"Do you have any hobbies?" Poor Tony. He had no idea the trouble that was coming.
"Yeah, I'm a writer. I write stories just for fun and post them on the internet." I smiled.
"Really? About what?" he asked, intrigued.
"Ohhh, NASCAR, the drivers...and ya know...stuff." I said, with an evil glint in my eyes.
"Stuff?" he looked at me quizzically, then it dawned on him. "Oh...STUFF." he returned the evil look, nodding his head. "So, just who DO you write about?" As if he didn't already know.
I looked him straight in the eyes, "You."
He grinned broadly and sat back, surprised. "Really? Me? What kind of stuff do you write about me?" the same evil look was back again.
"Oh, things. Ya know...stuff!" He turned the tables on me. Now it was my turn to be flustered. For the millionth time, I sighed. "OK, fine. I write erotica, sex stories...you being my main subject. Happy?"
"Uh huh! Nice to see someone thinks I'm getting laid!" we laughed.
"May I ask a favor of you Tony?" I asked shyly.
"Of course...what is it?" His chin was back in his hand. God, he was cute.
"Well, I'm a writer. I pride myself on writing accurate descriptions of my characters. Research is vitally important to how good or bad my story ends up. I need you to be my research subject. Are you game?" Touche.
"I think I can be of assistance to you. What would you like me to do?" I think that got his attention. I stood up and walked around the table. I held out my hand. "Up. Follow me." I guided him to the middle of the living room. I placed his arms next to his body.
"OK, just stand here. I'm going to pretend I'm writing suggestive dialog. I need to see if my descriptives work." I was close enough to smell his cologne. Dang.
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Tony looked at me, mildly perplexed.
"What exactly is 'suggestive dialog'?" He had that classic, WTF look only he can pull off. I slowly walked around him and explained.
"Suggestive dialog is explaining in such detail the reader feels like they are doing it themselves." I stopped in front of him, standing nose to nose. I continued. "OK, I'll show you what I mean." I took my finger and placed it next to his right eye and said, "She took her finger and ran it over his scruffy cheek, caressing his face and making him sigh." Tony's eyes lightly fluttered as I spoke. He swallowed hard.
"Don't worry, darlin'. I don't bite...much." I whispered in his ear, giving his earlobe a gentle nip. He let out a tiny moan. I was getting the impression that being dominated was something Mr. Stewart was completely unfamilar with.
I stepped back, crossed my arms and looked at him. His breathing had picked up a notch. "You're going to be my test subject Tony. Is there any better way to write a story? Let's begin, shall we?"
I stepped closer to him. His brown eyes were alert and up for the challenge.
I spoke softly to him. "Most times, in a story, the first thing the girl goes for is the hair." I placed my hands on the sides of his face. "She ran her hands through his thick, brown hair." I whispered. "Suddenly, she grabs the back of his head and pulls him close, as if to kiss him." I pulled him in, our noses touching. Our lips were close enough to feel each others breath. I pulled away. It wasn't easy.
"And that Tony, is what pulls the reader in. Surprise them." My voice never went above a low growl.
"Uh huh!" Was about all he could squeak out. I looked down at his shorts. He was definitely into the game we were playing. Tony looked at me with a hint of pleading in his eyes. I bit my bottom lip, thinking of where this story could go. I walked around and stood behind him. Looking down, I checked out his cute, little butt. But I digress...back to my plan.
"Another big deal in a story is the back and shoulders. The girls just dig a nice pair of shoulders." I said leaning my chin on his left shoulder and speaking directly into his ear. His head tilted back.
"Oh my God woman, what are you doing to me?" I gave him a husky laugh.
"Oh you'll see. You'll just have to be patient." I ran my tongue across the back of his neck, raising goosebumps on his arms.
"Do you like that Tony?"
"Mmm hmm" he groaned softly.
It was getting harder to play the game, but I continued.
"She rubbed his broad shoulders, running her thumbs down his spine." He groaned happily. "She grabbed his hips and kneaded his ass with both hands." His eyes flew open at my touch. "Relax Tony." I said as I worked my hands slowly down the backs of his thighs. His eyes closed again.
"I want you Carla. So bad." He whispered.
"Not yet Tony. Not yet. Ya know what? I'm done talking. I think you've got the idea." I dropped to my knees, staring right at his ass. I started kissing the back of his leg at the ankle, working my way up slowly. I traced circles on the sensitive spot on the back of his knee, making his leg twitch involuntarily. I let my tongue lazily run up the back of his thigh. His scent was making me insane. Still, I wanted to continue this slow decent into sexual madness.
"Turn around Tony." My voice came out raspy. I had to taste him, see him, smell him. We made eye contact. His brown eyes were glazed over with lust. I reached up and unbuttoned his shorts. His erection strained to be set free. I wasn't going to make it that easy for him. I nuzzled my nose against his shorts, inhaling his intoxicating smell. He grabbed my head, begging for release.
"Please Carla. I'm not one to plead, but please!" I obliged, slowly unzippering him and dropping his shorts to the floor. I kneaded his thighs and backside, which was smaller and firmer than I had expected it to be. He was big, not dislocate your cervix big, but it had girth. He rubbed his engorged member against my cheek. I stood up, took his hand and guided him over to the couch.
"Sit." He did as he was told. I leaned over him and removed his shirt, leaving him in just his underwear.
"Let me touch you Carla. Take off your shirt."
"No, not yet. I told you...patience." If he only knew my control was quickly slipping.
I pulled off his boxer briefs, exposing him in all his glory. He stretched out and put his hands behind his head and gave me a smile. It would have made a nice wallpaper for my cell phone.
I threw all caution to the wind once I saw him naked. I sloooowly pulled my t-shirt off and dropped it to the floor. I ran my hands over my ample breasts. I looked at Tony with an evil glint in my eyes. He was lightly stroking his cock, watching me intently.
"You like?" I asked with a husky growl. I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. It fell to the floor. I tweaked my nipples, bringing them to attention.
"I like...I want. Come here." He reached his hands out to me. I put my hands on the back of the couch and grazed his lips with mine. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down into a kiss to end all kisses. I layed down on him. I could feel his cock press against my groin. I pulled away from him and got out of my shoes and jeans in record time. He pulled me back on top of him, kissing me deeply as he kneaded my tits. He flipped me over onto my back, his hand finding my center. There was no gentleness involved. He buried three fingers into me. I groaned loudly as his curved fingers hit my G-spot.
"Oh Tony, Oh God, so good, so good..." I couldn't make a coherent thought. It was his turn to dominate me. Oh my God, and did he ever. I felt my first orgasm building. He suddenly pulled his fingers from me.
And just as quickly as he did that, he dove between my legs. His tongue played with my swollen clit. I ground myself against his face arching my back as a mind blowing orgasm overtook my body.
Tony kissed me deeply again. I could taste my own juices on his face and lips.
"Must...have...you..." Tony gasped in my ear. "Bedroom...now." He pulled me up and we all but ran into his room. I jumped onto the bed, then he on me. Our legs, bodies and tongues we're entwined. Tony leaned over and grabbed a condom from his nightstand drawer. He rolled it on his about to burst hard on.
"You drove me crazy before. Now it's my turn." he said to me as he entered in one hard thrust. There was nothing soft and sweet about our coupling. It was as hard and fast at the last lap of a race. He pumped me harder and harder until we were both overcome by our mutual orgasms. He rolled over on his back, both of us staring at the ceiling trying to catch our breath.
We made our way back to the living room to gather our clothes that were strewn everywhere. I threw myself together the best I could, but I knew for a fact I had that "I just got laid" look about me. Tony was the first to speak.
"Can I have your number? Maybe I can call you? See you again?"
"Yeah, I'd like that. I had fun playing with you today." I smiled at him. It had been a fun afternoon. Just then I received a text. It was my brother looking for me. At least he hadn't interupted us!
"I gotta go. The boys are wondering where I disappeared to." I leaned over and kissed him.
"Do I get a story out of this?" he asked as I was walking down the stairs.
I looked back and smiled at him and laughed. "You know it!"