Blind Date (4 page)

Her legs were half bound by the pantyhose tangled on her thighs. She got her ass into the air and then Chris had her again, grabbing hold of her red panties and yanking them down with the pantyhose. He squeezed her cheeks then reached between her legs to feel her again, his wet fingers attacking her pussy from behind and opening her up for a second round of penetration.

“Enough!” Merci cried. She rolled over on her side and pulled her legs tight up beneath her. “Please! I need air... wine ...”

Chris pinched her ass, clearly enjoying the feel of her chocolate flesh beneath his fingers. Then he scooped Merci up in both arms, cradled her shaking body against his wonderful bare chest and laid her back upon the couch.

“Wine and air,” he repeated, “and then we’re really going to start having fun.”

Merci listened to the sounds of his footsteps departing toward the kitchen and wondered how much more enjoyment she could handle tonight.

Chapter Seven

Chris

Chris walked into the kitchen and retrieved the bottle of wine. The air conditioning had made the house cold. He hadn’t noticed earlier in the excitement of exploring Merci’s body, but the temperature was low enough that for the moment at least he wished he could recover his shirt. Not that he really wanted to do anything that might make Merci think he didn’t want to continue this evening.

He carried the bottle back into the television room to find Merci still laying in a fetal position on the couch. She’d pulled her panties and pantyhose back up to her waist while he’d been gone, but done nothing to control the wild tangle of her hair or even to pull the hem of her dress back down to mid thigh. She looked incredibly sexy lying there waiting for him. He wished they didn’t have to waste time on the wine. He wanted to get back to the task of exploring her body. He had the growing hope that Merci wouldn’t need the wine to appreciate him.

She smiled as he approached her. “Mmmmm, that was... wow you’re good.”

Chris felt the compliment in his cock as well as his ego. Both stirred in a mixture of appreciation and anticipation. He filled her wine glass where it sat on the end table and offered it to her.

Merci pushed herself up into a sitting position and accepted the glass from him. She took a sip then waved her other hand in front of her like a fan. “Whew, is it just me or is it hot in here? My heart is racing and I still can’t quite catch my breath.”

Chris knew that he was grinning fiercely, but under the circumstances, that ought to be expected. “I take no credit,” he said. “You’re smoking!”

He knelt down in front of her and ran his hand from Merci’s knee halfway up her inner thigh.

She trembled, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back against the couch. Her legs parted just enough to encourage him to explore farther. “Oh God that’s nice,” she whispered.

Chris wasn’t certain how he should proceed. What he wanted most, of course, was to drop his pants, spread Merci’s thighs and thrust his full erection deep inside her. A more sensible approach would be to finish priming her, play with her pussy, and get her ready for what was likely the biggest cock of her life. But there was something special about this woman which made her worth taking the extra time to make certain she enjoyed tonight as much as he hoped to.

He set the wine bottle down on the hardwood floor beside him so he could dedicate both his hands to Merci’s seduction. Then he brought them both to her calf, lifting her leg so he could examine her high heel shoe and incidentally give himself a wonderful view of her crotch.

The shoe was red like her dress with a three inch spike. He rubbed her ankle against his cheek then kissed her heel while he carefully undid the strap around her ankle. He slipped the shoe off her foot and set it on the floor. She had very small feet and he ran his thumb up the underside, digging into the muscles and helping her relax.

He kissed the tip of her big toe, sucking gently on it despite the pantyhose while he worked at the tense muscles in her arch with both his thumbs. Merci rewarded him with a sigh and scooted slightly down the couch. Her crotch became more visible. A wet spot adorned her panties, presumably a consequence of him fingering her to an orgasm. Damn that was exciting—the way Merci’s body blossomed to life beneath his fingers…

He shifted his attention to her other foot—licking the ankle, searching for a response. The pantyhose made this more difficult but he couldn’t slip them off while her shoes were still on. He sucked lightly on the top of her foot where the flesh was exposed by the cut of the shoe. His fingers fumbled at the strap and then he played Prince Charming in reverse, sliding the covering free to expose Merci’s toes.

Chris liked toes! Not as much as he liked breasts and pussies, it was true, but he liked to feel them slipping in and out of his mouth while he massaged a woman’s calf and foot and stared down her leg at her pussy. He worked on her tight flesh now, kneading the muscles, helping her relax, getting her ready for the lovemaking to come.

 He set the foot down and ran his hands up her inner thighs again, switching to the outer side as he approached her pussy. He hooked the top of her pantyhose with his fingers and pulled them all the way down, careful not to catch the panties as well.

Merci trembled as the cold house air kissed her newly uncovered skin. Her nipples pressed visibly against her dress. Her eyes closed as her body shivered with pleasure.

He lifted her naked right foot and explored her big toe with his tongue, tickling it, swirling its length like the top of an ice cream cone. Merci tried to pull away, but Chris held her firm, moving to the next toe, moistening the ball of each digit, while loosening the tension in her muscles with his thumbs.

He licked the arch of each foot, finding the sensitive places, enjoying her efforts to squirm in his hand. He moved on to her ankles, taking the time to find the little ticklish spots that caused Merci’s leg to twitch and tremble.

He kissed and sucked her calves, lifting her leg as he did to better expose her thighs and the panty-clad treasure in between. The little wet spot was brighter now, as if new juices rejuvenated the stain.

His tongue touched Merci’s thighs, making her tremble. He took his time, exploring her soft brown flesh, discovering which spots made her gasp and which places made her sigh. The wider she spread her thighs, the more she uncovered herself. He could see her trim bush pushing at the front of her panties and make out the general contours of her lips beneath the red crotch. He worked his way higher, until his nose brushed that thin strip of silk. Her panties were so wet that he could feel the moisture on the tip of his nose.

Merci shivered as he repositioned himself, responding to his hot breath as he hovered over her still-clad lower mouth. She still held her glass of wine, carefully balancing the liquid in her shaking hand. She seemed to recognize this at the same time that Chris did. She twisted her torso at the waist and extended the glass toward the end table, but Chris interrupted her movement by hooking his finger into the crotch of her panties and pulling them away from her moist quivering lips.

The cold air in the room came into contact with the center of Merci’s heat and she almost spilled her wine. She pulled back, squarely facing Chris, then thought better of the choice and attempted once again to set the glass on the end table. Chris blew gently on her glistening lips, freezing Merci like a deer in headlights before her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

He blew again. His cool steady breath moved over her crotch and across her swollen clitoris until it stirred the curly black hairs of her bush. Her trembling grew more violent. The wine splashed back and forth within her glass and Merci let out a low moan that spoke directly to Chris’ big cock. It stirred, straightened, hardened within his pants, forcefully reminding him that the pleasures he anticipated were just a few minutes away.

He inched closer, tasting Merci’s wetness for the first time with the sharp tip of his tongue.

Wine splashed out of her glass to color her hand. Her trembles became body shaking shudders as her body surged to the precipice of her next orgasm.

“Chris,” she panted, unintentionally encouraging him to do more.

His tongue penetrated her outer lips, tasting the sweet juices and simultaneously igniting a new orgasm.

Merci’s body jack-knifed , her wine glass breaking on the hard wood floor as she doubled over on top of Chris, wrapping his head in her arms and pushing his face hard against her pussy.

Chris responded just as quickly, sliding his hands beneath Merci’s ass and pressing her sweet flesh up into his mouth. He abandoned all pretense at subtlety, thrusting his tongue as deep within her body as he could and sucking on her wet flesh as hard as he could.

Merci squeezed harder, crushing him between her thighs and screeching with excitement. Chris dug his nails into her ass and wished for a third hand which he could use to finger fuck her. His mouth rode higher, circling her clit and sucking it between his teeth. She bucked in response, screaming his name and something about God. He let go of her sweet ass with his right hand and buried two fingers deep in her cunt. The action further electrified her, causing her to slam dance beneath him, bucking, bouncing and gyrating as he rode her into yet another orgasm.

Her juices coated his chin and hand, proving she was wet enough to handle a real man’s cock. In one movement he stood up, opened his pants and pulled out his massive dick. He was totally hard and ready for her, even though she hadn’t touched him yet. He rubbed the too-massive head against the quivering flesh between Merci’s legs and forced himself within.

His efforts broke through the mind-numbing string of orgasms to capture Merci’s attention.

“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” she screamed.

He wanted to join in the chorus but it took all of his attention not to erupt into his own climax. Merci was incredibly tight, but the slick lips and walls of her pussy were also totally inviting. He thrust forward, driving the wedge-shaped head of his cock deeper between her dark lips.

She stopped screaming, overwhelmed for the moment by the enormity of the organ pressing inside her. This was the moment that Chris dreaded. Would she kick him out as too many women had or would she wrap those luscious brown thighs around him and welcome him inside?

He pulled slightly back and thrust deeper.

“Yessssssssss!” Merci hissed. “Oh, Chris, yes!”

It was everything he could have hoped for and she hadn’t had to get drunk to try. Chris thrust again, picking up his tempo, finding a driving rhythm. She stopped overtly climaxing, retreating to the edge of the precipice while her body tried to adjust to the overly large object pumping inside her. Chris lifted his hands to her breasts, squeezing the soft globes, tweaking her nipples, surprising a smile onto Merci’s face.

“Oh, yes,” she said again. “That’s the way! Pinch my tits!”

She began to thrust her groin back against him, matching his efforts, actively making love to him as opposed to merely accommodating his cock.

He fumbled with her cleavage until he pulled one large breast free of the dress. From the immediate expression on Merci’s face, it wasn’t the most comfortable of feelings, but he was dying to see her large ebony nipples—to twist them directly without cloth to obstruct his fingers.

Merci’s hands slid down her body until her fingers encircled his shaft, adding another kind of stimulation as he pumped in and out. His balls began to tighten, preparing for his climax.

Chris wanted her to come with him.

He abandoned her breast to touch her clit again.

Merci shuddered, momentarily losing her matching rhythm.

“I’m close!” he said, grunting out the words. “Want you—”

Merci abandoned his cock to replace his fingers on her clit with her own.

“Oh, oh—”

Her face contorted with strain just as Chris lost control. Semen erupted out of his cock and Merci tightened up in an answering climax. He slipped out of her, spraying cum across her beautiful dark thighs, landing another spray in her bush, and yet another on her couch.

Despite her own orgasm, Merci managed to slide on to the floor in front of Chris. Her hand found his cock and gripped it like a life line. More semen spilled out of him, falling down his shaft to coat her hand. Merci pulled herself up and tried to swallow him. Her own continuing shudders made her miss, but she still got her hot lips on part of his head. He tangled his fingers in her hair and tried to help her, but his knees were weak and the trousers around his ankles tripped him.

He landed beside her on the floor where she proceeded to kiss and bite his nipples while she held him tightly in her hand.

Chapter Eight

Merci

“Mmmm,” Merci moaned when her lips came free of Chris, “that’s nice.”

They lay on the floor together, Chris completely naked and Merci somehow still in her dress. She didn’t know if the dry cleaner could save it and she wished she’d stop thinking about that. She’d just had the most intense sexual experience of her life and it didn’t seem to be over yet. Every other guy she’d ever fucked would be rolled over on his side sleeping by now, but Chris appeared happy to kiss her all night long.

Not that he’d forgotten the rest of her body. His fingers continued to stroke her stomach, her side, the curve of her one bare breast, but for the most part his lips had stayed with hers—kissing, sucking, licking, tonguing. What happened to the self-absorbed prick that Liv always described?

Chris perched himself up on his elbow so he could better look at her. “When are you going to get rid of that dress?” he asked. “I want to see the woman who just rocked my world.”

“You can’t see me now?” Merci asked. “What’s wrong? You need glasses?”