Message-ID: <14748eli$9808281547@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: hottalkr@aol.com (HotTalkR) Subject: My Long Weekend, Part 1 (M/F) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998082502381500.WAA04792@ladder01.news.aol.com> My Long Weekend, Part 1 (M/F) By: HotTalkR@aol.com http://members.aol.com/HotTalkR DISCLAIMER: This story contains explicit sex. If you are offended by this type of material, or are under 18 years of age, PLEASE STOP READING. I love sex with my boyfriend. He knows all the ways to make me wild with pleasure, and I love the taste of his skin, the taste of his cum, and most of all the feel of his cock deep inside me. We both have the same level of sex drive--very, very horny--and will spend entire weekends doing wonderfully kinky things to each other. We have a joke--whenever he comes into town he cums into (and all over) me. Over and over and over. The "coming into town" part is the problem. He has a very lucrative job out of town, and only manages to get into Los Angeles (where I live) about one week out of the month. This leaves me lonely and very, very horney about three weeks out of four. Sometimes I'll get on the Internet and talk for hours with guys as horney as I am. I get totally turned on knowing that I'm making them cum with just my words, but it's just not the same as being there, you know? When it's over the guy is gone and I'd left with tired, wet fingers and an empty bed. Last weekend I decided that enough was enough. I hadn't seen my boyfriend Joe in more than two weeks, and I was so horney that I was ready to fuck the gearshift. I knew that Joe fucked other women while he was on the road--he wore a rubber with them, and told me in lurid detail about what they did to him--and decided that it was high time I did the same. Putting on my short leather skirt and a red silk sleeveless blouse I'd just bought, I did up my makeup, combed out my long brown hair, and hit the road. Knowing that I wasn't wearing a bra or panties, and thinking about how my handsome stranger would react when he found out, was enough to get me soaking wet before I even stepped inside the cab. I gave the cabbie the address of the new nightclub I'd heard about. It was all the way across town, but he didn't complain. I saw him adjusting his rear-view mirror to get a better look at me, and obligingly crossed my legs, letting my tight leather miniskirt ride even higher up my thighs. Twice I uncrossed them and crossed them again like Sharon Stone, giving him a quick glimpse of paradise. The second time he nearly drove into a pole, so I decided that two free shots would have to be enough. My exhibitionism had excited me almost as much as it excited him, and I rubbed my erect nipples through the thin material of my blouse. The cab was going slower and slower through the light evening traffic. Half smiling, I pulled a small bottle of lotion from my purse and applied it slowly and thoroughly to my legs. The steering had developed a definite shudder by the time we pulled up near the nightclub. "Isn't the entrance around front?" I asked innocently. "Yeah," the cabbie replied. "But I can't go out in public like this." He gestured to his crotch. "Some little old lady sees me like this, she'll call the cops." "Okay." Opening the door I got out, then opened the front passenger door and leaned in, giving the driver a look at my fairly substantial cleavage. He did indeed have an erection, and a huge one at that. He was rubbing it unselfconsciously through his slacks with one hand as he stared at my breasts. He was fairly good looking, I noticed, and the bulge in his pants looked like something I'd like to see more of. Looking around to see that no one was looking (we'd pulled onto a side street away from the main flow of traffic) I slid into the seat next to him. "Now, what do I owe you," I purred suggestively. "Cab fare's $21.50," he replied hoarsely. I pulled my legs up on the seat, the skirt sliding up to within an inch of my crotch, and his breathing got heavier. He made a low sound in his throat as I reached for his belt. Unbuckling it, I then undid the button of his fly. "Why don't we start with the tip," I said, slowly unzipping the fly of his trousers. He made an unintelligible sound as I reached in and freed his throbbing cock from his slacks and boxers. It was about eight inches long, and throbbed hotly in my grip. "Mmmmm," I murmured. "I think this will do nicely." With my free hand I reached for my purse and pulled out the hand lotion. Uncapping it, I dribbled some of the cool, creamy liquid onto his pulsating cock. He gasped in surprise, then began to moan as I ran one finger up and down his length, coating his cock with the silky lotion. I took my sweet time about it, enjoying the look of pleasure and intense frustration on the cabbie's face. After about a minute I took pity on him and slid my right hand around his lotion-slicked cock. Gripping him tightly, I began to run my hand up and down his cock, squeezing and relaxing my grip as I did so. I started slow, oh so slow, gradually increasing my rhythm until I was fucking his cock with my lotion-coated hand. His moans grew louder, and he began to thrust his hips urgently into the air as he grew closer and closer to orgasm. "Oh yeah, oh baby, baby, yeah," he moaned. "Oh, that is so sweet. Make me cum, girl, make me, make me--uh--uh--UH--UH--OH YEAH!! YEAH! YEAH!" His cock writhed in my hand as he spurted his hot load into the air. It spattered over my hand, the steering wheel, and his pants, coating all three with his jism. Squeezing and releasing, I continued to stroke him until the last drops of cum had dribbled from the tip of his cock. I found myself wishing that I'd brought mouthwash, so that I could taste his sweet cum before I went inside the club. Maybe next time, I told myself. Wiping my hand free of cum and lotion with my handkerchief, I slid a twenty out of my purse and tucked it in his shirt pocket. "I think that squares us, don't you?" He was still gasping for air, but managed to nod. Without another word I slid out of the cab and sauntered toward the entrance to the club, swinging my hips jauntily as I did so. The warmup festivities were over. Now it was time for the main event. To be continued... **I love to hear from my readers, either with requests for future stories or with the details of just how hot this story got you. 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