My baby worked overnight, so we’ve had the best conversations in the wee hours of the morning. Some of those conversations became my private masturbation pieces. I couldn’t be too explicit when he was on the company phone, but if I got him on his cell, it was on! His voice late at night got a little deeper, his diction was a little slower, and when he moaned my name, DAMN! I was in bed, under the covers, no undies, finger circling my clit, dipping it in every now and then as he described how he was going to eat me so good and so deep that he was going to leave his face print on my pussy. So, all I had to do was feel my way when I thought about him and know that he would always be there with me. Now tell me if that ain’t a pussy-eatin’ motherfucker! I would be walking around all day with my fingers feelin’ my pussy like I was reading braille. Because that was how often I’d been thinking about him lately.
This was the first time our relationship elevated to where all bets were off and we had thrown caution to the wind. Now since we’d taken this leap, the obstacles began to occur, testing us to see how badly we really wanted it. First, getting time off from work and arranging where he was really supposed to be. Then he called to tell me that the transmission conked out on his car the day before his arrival. My disappointment carried through the phone. Then he heard the ladies in the background and began to laugh. He couldn’t believe what they were saying.
When it came to one another, we had no shame, no blame, and no judgment. They wanted to make sure my dick got there, that I was well serviced, and all that it entailed. Because when the car obstacle popped up, my girls suggested we go get him, bring him to me, and take him back. Those were the kind of girls I rolled with. That’s why I loved those three ladies. I considered them my sisterfriends. They were more sisters than friends.
Everything that my love and I were doing was so out of character for us. We had really crossed all boundaries. I figured we might as well go all the way. Fuck it!
Lastly, he said, “Don’t be so pessimistic. I’ll think of something.”
After that, my girls and I decided to go to the mall. Guess where we ended up? Victoria’s Secret. Not interested in anything in particular, I was led by one of my girls to the thong table. Not impressed; didn’t wear them. They all egged me on: “Just try them, you’ll love them and so will he.” I did pick out these black, sexy ones, and they did look sexy as hell on, so I said, “What the hell,” and got three pairs. That picked up my spirit a little bit.
The morning of, with no call during the night, I tried hard to keep the faith. But, I also didn’t want to hype myself up so when the call did come in that he couldn’t make it, I wouldn’t be crushed. The day before, I did buy a beautiful bouquet of baby white carnations and three lavender roses for my room. I figured if I was going to be down, I still had something beautiful to brighten my day. I took my usual 7:00 a.m. walk on the beach with “Get Here” playing over and over in my ear. I was willing the forces to let my dream day happen. By one o’clock, the girls and I were sunning on the beach. My cell phone rang; I held my breath as I heard his voice.
He said, “Hello, what are you doing?” Then he said those magic words: “I’ll be there in an hour.”
I played it cool as I packed it in and told the girls, “I gotta roll. My baby’s on his way!”
Walking back, I was ready to explode. I think I came, just getting a visual. I had my outfit already picked out. I intended on showering quickly so I wouldn’t have to rush, but I was thrown off track by that damn handheld shower massager. I felt the need to take the edge off before he got there. When I started to think about how beautiful and big the man’s dick was and how he was going to leave his face imprinted on my pussy…All I have to say is every woman should go and buy a handheld shower massager, if you don’t already have one. If you do have one, then you can feel me. It’s a prime-time investment.
I was a little weakened after my escapade in the shower so I took my time to lotion and perfume myself. I chose a casual outfit. A floral, tiny-pleated, sleeveless blouse and an off-white jean skirt. Underneath I wore a black-and-white, floral lace bra that was a little too small. It made me look really boobalicious. And the star of this show was that sexy little black Victoria’s Secret thong. This secret weapon was undecorated in the front, but the back held all the artwork. You see, three thin straps led from the front to the back strap that went between your ass. And where each side strap connected to the back strap, there was a small black bow with a tiny crystal in its middle. This man was going to lose his mind. He hadn’t been exposed to the kind of freakdom I had on the menu for that night.
I found myself waiting on the porch after everyone had returned from the beach. One of my other girlfriends also had company that day. A whole lot of stuff was jumping off. As I lounged in a chair daydreaming, I heard a motorcycle close by. I take a second look as it parks in front of the house and a man takes off his helmet. It’s my baby, looking like Easy Rider.
DAMN! He looked good. He stepped up on the porch, smiled that boyish grin, and said, “Hi, baby.”
I wanted to fuck him right there on the porch. You couldn’t have told me that he would have used that mode of transportation at such a distance to come see me. We kissed and hugged and felt each other up as much as we could outside on the street, then I brought him inside and introduced him to everyone.
My girls kept whispering to me, “Damn, girl, this man drove his motorcycle all the way down here to come to get to you. Shit!”
We went straight to my room so he could rest his gear and his bag. He had packed as if he was spending the night, but I did not know and did not ask. He could do whatever he wanted, and whatever arrangements he needed to make were not my concern. All I knew and cared about was that he was there and he was going to be there for a while. I guess he felt the family atmosphere, and anyway, whenever he was with me, he knew he was home.
And so my dream day began. We lounged in the living room for an hour or so, watching part of a movie we were not really watching because we couldn’t keep our hands and lips off each other. We sat on the porch for a while, deciding what we wanted to do next. There was no need to rush. This was our day. We walked two and a half blocks to the boardwalk and took in the sights. We were like schoolkids, laughing, playing, and holding hands. Every now and then I’d remember that I had virtually no panties on, and it felt strangely delicious.
We ate at my favorite seafood shack because neither of us wanted a big meal. No sense stuffing ourselves since we had some serious homework to do later on. All the while, as I was sitting across from him at the table, his eyes constantly dropped down to my breasts, which were about to explode out of the little-too-small bra. I also had one too many buttons undone. Baby could barely eat, and what he did want to eat wasn’t on the menu.
Back at the house we were all having such a good time. After a while we decided to go off by ourselves and just sit on the porch before walking on the beach. All the while I noticed him staring at me. He was staring as I was sitting in the lounge chair, he was staring as I was standing against the banister.
I finally asked, “What’s the matter?”
Looking at me with that shit-eating grin, he replied, “I can’t keep watching you and not have you.”
It took all my strength not to blow the dream and fuck him buck wild until he left. That was what I really wanted to do.
Instead, I said, “Let’s compromise. If we go to my room now, we’ll never get to take this walk. So if we walk now and not make it as long as I had planned, when we come back, you can
have me any way you want me. I promise.”
The walk on the beach was idyllic. We walked higher up on the beach so he wouldn’t get his clothes wet. He surprised me again when he came down with me in the surf; his pants got damp, and he didn’t even care. Every few feet we stopped to look at the horizon and talk about how amazing it was to be together like this. And when we weren’t talking, we were kissing. You would’ve thought we were brand-new lovers. It was like no one existed but us. We were sickening. But I loved every minute of it and so did he. All the while the background to our perfect picture was the sun setting with beautiful oranges, pinks, and purples. The sound of waves crashing nearby. It was so surreal.
Everyone was gone when we got back to the house. The only other place to go was to the bedroom. The scenario was set. I lit candles all over. I had downloaded hours of music for the occasion; all the right stuff. On a corner table there was my beautiful bouquet of baby white carnations and three lavender roses with blooms that were outstanding. I told him the three lavender roses were for the I love you s that we couldn’t say. I guess we did have boundaries on something. Once I told him to get comfortable, I slowly unbuttoned my blouse for him to get a peek. As he lay down in only his underwear, propped up on a pillow, I slowly walked to the double-door closet. I never turned back to see what he was doing as I started undoing my jean skirt. I had to shimmy a little to get the skirt down, and I was bending over a little bit too much to lift one leg out, then the other. I stood up straight, still facing the inside of the closet with my blouse still on but open. I turned only my head to him and smiled. He had that look of anticipation and surprise as I let my blouse fall off. His visual was clear; so was mine. My baby was completely mesmerized by the most sensuous pair of underwear I’d ever worn. Eyes as big as quarters and his mouth hung open in the cutest little O shape. Made me want to walk right on over to him and sit on his face, but not yet.
Finally he asked me, “What are those underwear you’re wearing?” He couldn’t even get his words together.
I said, “I told you that I had a gift for you and myself to share, didn’t I?”
Before I stepped away from the closet, I stepped into my black heels. As I walked closer to the bed, he was sitting up on the edge of the bed at attention. I didn’t stop until I was standing directly in front of him, so close that I could feel his breath on my rib cage. No words were spoken as his head rested between the cups of my bra and his hands were gliding up and down my skin. I was turned around and asked to model this new fascination. Then he brought me back into his arms and held me ever so gently, tracing the straps of my thong as if he were now reading braille himself.
I had prearranged a set of songs to do a lap dance for him. You couldn’t tell me I wasn’t a G-string diva. All I needed was a pole, but the closet door and the bed were good enough. You must be versatile and improvise when you have to; that I did. I was making my own self hot. My thong was getting wet with the thought of what I was going to do to him. I laid him back down on the bed so that I could straddle him; wet thong, heels, and all. But instead of straddling him at that moment, I decided to entertain him from above. Standing directly over his shoulders, I reached into my thong and had him watch me stick my fingers in my pussy so I could be extra wet when I lowered myself onto his waiting lips. One more extra touch; I crouched down on bended knee hovering above his face. So close that he could see the drops of cum dangling from my pussy. I had pulled the crotch of my thong over in case one of my droplets fell, then he’d be able to catch it in his mouth.