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Genesis LeClair had a throbbing headache and her mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton. A hangover. The pillow was so soft, if she could just go back to sleep, the pain was sure to go away eventually. She refused to concede to this reality. She wouldn’t open her eyes. Beside her, someone groaned and turned over.

Alex.

Her eyes popped open of their own accord and she saw blue plaid sheets that were certainly not her own. She found that she was also very naked.

Shit.

Regardless of her headache and Alex’s slumber, she leaped out of the bed. Alex slept on, ignorant to her distress. Her head pounded in response to the sudden movement. Water. Water would help. She started toward the bathroom. It didn’t help that the layout of the house was still unfamiliar to her; she had moved in only the day before.

***

Alex had been home when she had arrived. She’d known that one of her new roommates “Alexander Falkner” was a student of visual arts at the university they both attended. She had envisioned him as an archetype: pale, moody, and dressed in black with a cigarette. She was not prepared for the laid-back blonde dressed in surfing shorts and a muscle shirt.

“Genesis LeClair?” He had asked, leaning against the door frame.

“Genny,” she said, forcing a smile to cover her gape.

Visual arts indeed. There were certainly a lot of visuals about him to appreciate. Alex wasn’t much taller than her, but his figure was beautifully muscled. His summer shirt did nothing to hide amazing shoulders, at least a four pack, and perfect pectorals. His skin was tanned from a summer in the sun. She couldn’t see the colour of his eyes, but it didn’t matter. She had never been much of an eye person anyway.

Roommate, she reminded herself. That meant hands off.

It had seemed like such a good principle.

“Call me Alex,” he’d grinned and reached for her suitcase. “I’ll help you bring your things up. I’m glad you’re here, it’s been lonely all by myself.” He carried her suitcase up the stairs and she followed, trying to appreciate the amazing ass to match his upper body without coveting it. So much easier said than done.

“This one is mine,” she gestured to the door on the right.

“Yeah,” Alex laughed, “the one without the plasma TV. Claire was in on Monday moving her furniture in.”

“When is she moving in for good?” Genny asked.

“Tomorrow night,” he replied, gesturing for her to enter the room first. Most of her things had been moved in earlier in the summer. Her suitcase contained only the essentials.

“What have you been up to on your lonesome?” she asked. “I don’t imagine many people are in town yet. Classes don’t start until next week.”

“I’m an artist.” He flopped on her bed, testing the bounce. “The introverted, self-sustained bit is my specialty. I also played a lot of video games. What’s that thing in the poster?” He pointed to the fractal above her desk.

It was a full-colour representation of mathematical relationships in the complex plane. A black body with horizontal symmetry sat in the middle, and its lacy black edges radiated complicated patterns of colours with an aesthetically pleasing self-similarity. Despite the austerity of its origin, it had a new-age style, decorative appeal. Genny liked it because it was a gift from her parents. In a rare moment of insight, they had seen it as a bridge between their hippie lifestyle and her love of order and predictability.

“It’s a Mandelbrot Set,” she said. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Yeah… I’ve never seen one before. I like it.”

Alex had chatted away while she unpacked. He had clearly been dying for human interaction after a week in solitude. He looked at her while he talked, and she noticed that his eyes weren’t always on her face. She suddenly became very conscious of how short her skirt was and how little her tank-top concealed – not that she minded his attention.

She had decided to leave her old university, her former sweetheart, and her plans to become a physicist, far behind in Montreal. This school was supposed to be a fresh start. She wanted to study pure mathematics, flirt, have irresponsible relationships that would never work out in the long run, and for the first time in her life not be completely logical in her decisions. Or, like her Mandelbrot set, at least give the illusion of spontaneity.

***

Supporting her weight on the bathroom counter as she sipped a glass of water, Genny wondered if that policy had really worked out. She may have screwed up her relationship with her roommate forever. Though, she thought with a smile, the process had been anything but painful

***

When she’d traveled from Montreal, Genny hadn’t brought any food with her, so she and Alex had decided to go out to McDonald’s for dinner. They lived right downtown, so the walk was short. The hot summer day was just cooling down and goose bumps prickled Starzbet Güncel Giriş over Genny’s bare shoulders.

Alex turned when she shivered. His hand closed over her shoulder for a moment, sliding over her skin. It felt like electricity had passed from his skin to hers, bringing every nerve in her body to a state of alert. A small gasp escaped her lips and she tried to disguise the fluttering of her eyelids as a casual blink. If roommates were totally off limits, maybe she could trade with someone in the apartment next door.

She was so conscious of him, his presence beside her. She wanted to walk closer, but she didn’t want him to know how attracted she was to him. She was careful to keep herself the same distance from the edge of the sidewalk, to keep herself from gravitating toward him, but his hand still brushed hers as they walked. It had been months since she’d had sex or even made out with anyone. It was natural for her body to respond to his every motion and radiate pleasurable tingles from between her thighs.

There were shadowed alleys between the old buildings, and she envisioned him pulling her into one, pressing her shoulder blades against the crumbling brick, and kissing her lips with authority. His body would push against her, his hard cock fueling her wetness with grinding thrusts through clothing, hands clutching breasts and buttocks in a frantic foreplay. He’d take her ear in his teeth, and moan her name in a desperate whisper –

“Genny?” He asked as she walked right past the door to the McDonalds. “It’s right here.”

They had both ordered burgers without onions to go.

“This isn’t a very classy meal,” Alex sighed as they got back home.

“I have wine, if you’d like to bring the elegance up a notch,” Genny had teased.

“Why not? Let’s have wine with our McDonald’s, Genesis!”

***

The next morning, toothbrush in her mouth and still completely naked, Genny wondered where she had packed her robe. She wandered back to her bedroom and sat on her bed. Even though it was neatly made, her DVD collection was a mess.

***

She had held her Big Mac in one hand and her glass of wine in the other while Alex looked through her DVDs. He had insisted upon reading the backs of each and every one, and the ones he deemed unsuitable ended up in a pile on her desk. The wine had already started to go to her head, and she didn’t care so much that he was making a mess. She just wanted to touch him, his tanned arms, his firm stomach, and those muscular shoulders.

“Just pick one!” She had laughed, so he settled on a Jackie Chan movie. Her computer wasn’t set up yet, and he had a DVD player on his, so they had gone to his room. She sat on the bed with the rest of her dinner, munching on fries while he set the movie playing, turned off the lights, and poured himself another glass of wine.

About thirty minutes into the movie, and after her third glass of wine, she realized that she was tired. She had gotten up early in the day to catch a train as Alex would certainly understand, so she decided it would be okay to rest her head on his shoulder. Friends could do that. He lifted his arm to put it around her, and her head slid down his chest to rest on his thigh. He was so warm, so solid.

“You’re very pretty,” he said.

“Oh?”

“I mean, from an artist’s perspective.”

“Oh… and how is an artist’s perspective different from a man’s perspective?”

“From a man’s perspective…” He hauled her into a sitting position to look her seriously in the eye. “From a man’s perspective, you’re not just pretty. You’re friggin’ hot.”

Genny giggled again, modesty forgotten and lightheaded with wine. “Well,” she replied, “from a woman’s perspective, I’m in very hot company.”

Even after his three and a half glasses of wine, Alex was still modest enough to blush. Emboldened, and seized by a desire to force him into action, she reached her hand out to touch that perfect chest. His shirt was rough and she was sure his skin would be smooth, so she reached to take his shirt off.

“Genny?” he asked, his eyes closed and his voice a little shaky as she pulled the hem of his shirt upward and over his head.

“Mmhmm?”

He opened his eyes slowly, and he didn’t seem surprised that he was staring right into hers.

“I thought you were tired,” he murmured, tilting his head so that his forehead was touching hers. The distance between their lips was so small. The mathematician in her wondered exactly how close they could get before committing to a kiss. Her body told her brain to shut the hell up and get back to the task at hand.

“Not anymore… ” She climbed onto his lap and, keeping her eyes coyly averted, caressed his shoulders. They really were exceptionally sculpted shoulders.

Her train of thought was completely derailed as he brought his lips to hollow at the base of her throat. Shivers ran Starzbet Giriş down her spine, and a soft sigh escaped her lips. The pressure of his lips on her skin increased and he worked his way up her neck, becoming more adventurous with every kiss.

Genny pressed herself into his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist, her skirt hiked up above her thighs. She could feel the heat of him through her panties. In a brief moment of panic, she tried to remember if she was wearing a good pair. She shifted against his body, feeling the easy glide of the satin across his shorts.

Relieved, her attention was reclaimed by his lips. While they were doing fabulous things behind her ear his hands slid down the curve of her ribcage to her waist, caressing the wider curve of her hips then traveling down to the smooth skin of her thighs.

She skimmed her palms over his chest, her fingers toying with his dark nipples, enjoying the firm muscle beneath her hands. Her old boyfriend had been skinny – something she had been very attracted to – so she was surprised at how immediate her attraction to Alex’s broad, firm body had been.

When she brought her lips to his cheek, slightly rough with a day’s growth of stubble, he stopped kissing her neck and turned to face her. She closed her eyes and kissed him again at the corner of his mouth. He shifted his head slightly and their lips met.

Genny was beginning to understand the term “pent-up sexual frustration” very intimately. Still occupied with the play of pubescent teens, her body was responding with enthusiasm that was almost embarrassing. Not that she cared. The taste of him mixed with the wine on his lips made her giddy. His mouth felt so good moving against hers, sucking, teasing, pressing, retreating.

She didn’t know if he leaned backward first or if she pushed him down, but they were lying on his bed. Eager to taste more of him, she probed his lips with her tongue. His mouth opened to deepen the kiss, and for a moment she was aware of nothing more than the soft massage of his tongue against her own.

Pausing for air, she felt his hands on her legs. He slid them up the backs of her thighs and under her skirt to grasp her ass. Not caring how wanton it might seem, she encouraged him with murmurs of pleasure.

His hands were big; they didn’t have to move much to explore her. His fingers passed over her skin so close to where her panties were almost soaked through. Reflexively, her legs parted further, inviting, begging for a touch.

She didn’t know if he was teasing her with his fleeting touches, or if he was just too shy to commit to pleasuring her directly. She kissed him again, this time with abandon. His hands moved to her hips, and he pushed them down so that she could feel his erection through his shorts. With each kiss, her weight shifted and he moved her body up and down the length of his cock.

He rolled her over so that she was on her back, and he lay on top of her, pressing fast, hot kisses on any exposed flesh. When he got to her lips, she held him there, her fingers tangled in his curly hair and tongue questing through his mouth. He was sweating, even though the air coming in through the open window was cool.

“Do you want me, Alex?” she whispered against his lips, gripping his ass to press his erection against the wet satin between her legs.

“Genny….” He sighed and pushed himself against her more firmly.

“Because I want you.” She must be drunk, she thought, to propose sex to her newly acquainted roommate. But oh, it felt so good to be touched.

He kissed her deeply, almost with more affection than passion, and lay beside her. She was humiliated – she’d put herself out there, taken a risk, her skirt was around her waist, and now what?

“I have condoms,” he said, running his hand under and around the lacy band of her panties, “but we don’t need them yet.”

In a careful movement, he pulled off her panties and tossed them on the floor among the fast food cartons.

***

Alex was still sleeping when Genny, her robe wrapped around her, made her way into his room. The fast food cartons were on the floor, right where they had been left. Hopefully, her clothing would be equally easy to find.

***

Those sturdy hands had moved slowly back up her legs, caressing, and parting her thighs. Finally, he placed his hand between them and stroked her wet lips softly. Her hips pushed against his fingers, begging for more pressure.

She saw him grin before he massaged her lips firmly, parting them to gain access to her more sensitive features, and her eyes fluttered closed in pleasure as his fingers brushed her clit. She could feel his touch igniting desires she had almost forgotten. It was different from the way she had been pleasured in the past, but surprises were half the fun.

His fingers explored her with tiny motions. He would run his finger around the source Starzbet of the moisture, and then use the lubrication to stroke her clit. She became used to the pattern, relishing in the sensations alone. He broke the pattern to slip a finger inside and she gasped.

“Alex! If you are trying to make me be patient, you are doing a terrible job.”

“I think, Genesis, that I will take that as a compliment.”

His fingers were confident and dexterous, moving over, in, and around her with such skill that the individual touches melded into a constant pulse of pleasure between her thighs. When he stopped to pull off her skirt, she whimpered in disappointment. She felt him shift, and then his fingers parted her lips once more and his warm, wet tongue was on her sensitive clitoris, moving with the pace of his finger as he stroked her inside.

She didn’t know what he was touching, but it felt amazing. Her hands felt lost. She touched everything as they wandered – his hair and shoulders, his hand between her legs, her stomach, her breasts.

When he stopped, the waistline of his shorts came into view and she grasped it. A button undone and a quick tug later, she was looking at a pair of bona fide Homer Simpson boxers.

She couldn’t help but giggle. Homer looked so innocent. The massive erection he was failing to conceal looked anything but. Alex blushed at her giggle and pulled the boxers and shorts completely off before flopping down on the bed with a grin.

He was lying naked, supine, and erect. She really couldn’t resist such a chance as this. She straddled his legs and reached out to grasp his cock. He moaned and closed his eyes as her hand moved its skin over the swollen, sensitive tissues beneath. Its stature matched the rest of him – solid and broad.

With one hand holding the base, she lowered her lips to the circumcised head, circling it with the flat of her tongue before taking it into her mouth. Her lips were wet, and she slid them up and down the length of his erection. His hands strayed to her shoulders, and then up into her hair as he whispered words of pleasure and encouragement.

Genny moved from his cock to plant wet kisses along his toned abdomen and chest. She sat herself on his abdomen, making sure he could feel how wet she still was against his skin, and leaned in to kiss his lips.

He slipped his arms around her waist and tugged at the hem of her tank top until it came off over her head. She was wearing one of her nicer bras: a lacy satin push-up in a teal that set off her skin tone. He didn’t even look – his hands quested blindly over the clasp and barely fumbled before releasing the hooks.

Genny was slender and her B-cup bra, quickly tossed the way of her tank top, left more than a handful for Alex’s eager hands. She kissed his neck where it met his jaw and sucked softly, reveling in his sighs. When he tweaked her nipples and rubbed the flesh around them, she reciprocated with sighs of her own. Her hips pressed against him, and he moaned softly, guiding her down so that she was sitting on the solid length of his cock.

The heat alone was arousing, and she pressed her hips down again, sliding up and down in an imitation of riding him until he reached for his bedside table to pull out a condom.

“Is this something you want?” he asked.

She kept her gaze even with his and took his hand to place it between her legs so he could feel how aroused she was.

“It most certainly is.”

***

Among the fast food cartons, Genny located her panties, her skirt, and her tank top. Her bra was still missing. Alex snorted and rolled over to his back, exposing his chest, navel, and that tantalizing treasure trail of hair cut off by the sheet wrapped around his hips.

Among the blankets, a fragment of satin and the structure of a cup caught her attention. Trying not to wake him, she climbed onto the bed to retrieve it.

***

She had lain under him, and rolled the condom over his cock while he supported himself with his arms. Thus prepared, she gripped him by the base and guided him to her. When he first slid inside, she gasped and tilted her hips so that he could go deeper. Drawing his pelvis back, he pulled out of her slowly, inch by pleasurable inch.

Genny wondered how on Earth she had gone so long without this. She gasped as he slid back, and clutched his beautiful ass, trying to take all of him. Alex slid in and out again and again, his breath coming quickly, his skin starting to become slippery with sweat.

She moved her hands everywhere she could, taking in all of the tensed muscles of his body with her fingertips. Mumbled words were falling off of his lips, loosened by the wine: adjectives punctuated by gasps of pleasure. His pace steadily increased, and she found her breath keeping time with each thrust.

She knew she wouldn’t finish – she hadn’t really expected to, but as his thrusts became deeper and more focused she found herself gripping the sheets in pleasure while squeezing out words of encouragement between involuntary sighs and gasps. The headboard had been rattling, now it was banging against the wall. Sweat between their bodies made a smacking sound each time he buried himself in her.

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Mark pulled the rental car into the entrance of the parking garage on a gorgeous Saturday morning and instantly noticed the cold emptiness of the concrete structure. “Everyone must be having fun on such a great day; not going into the office like me!” He said to himself. He did notice a few cars here and there, but nothing like during the week. He had been in town for the past week working on a consulting project. He had been putting in long hours, but still knew that he would likely be calling the hotel room home for a bit longer. With nothing better to do, and no one to do anything with, he decided to go into the office for a bit and get some research done.

As Mark stepped from the elevator he was greeted by the sea of cubicles that made up the work floor that his interim office was located. It was silent. He had to admit he sort of liked the solitude. He flipped on the light in his office, and turned on the computer. He checked a few sites and answered a few emails. He pulled his iPod out of his briefcase and plugged the headphones into his ears. As the music pulled him into its oblivion, he sank deeper and deeper into the reports and spreadsheets that he would need for his next meeting. He forgot all about the gorgeous sunny day outside.

When he looked at his watch, over two hours had passed. He realized he was a bit hungry, and needed to stretch a bit. He set his iPod on the desk and stood up. When he got to the door, he thought he heard the faint sounds of music coming from the floor. He walked towards the sound and turned the corner into the aisle where it seemed to be coming from. There was someone else there after all. When he walked up to the desk, she just about jumped out of her skin. There before his was a very attractive woman. He had noticed her several times throughout the week. Every time he had seen her, she had been wearing a blouse and a straight skirt. Of course, heels. He loved heels. He remembered her reddish brown hair, and the way her curves filled out the blouse and skirt. From what he could tell, she had what appeared to be great legs. This time she was wearing jeans and a soft sweater, but her curves were still filling them quite nicely. Her hair was down today, and it fell in soft curls on her shoulders. He liked it a lot.

“Hi, I thought I was the only one in the office today. I’m Mark, by the way.” He said with a smile and extended his hand.

“Hi, I’m Tracy. You scared the crap out of me! I’m sorry, I didn’t disturb you did I? “She replied as she struggled to catch her breath.

“No, not at all, and I’m sorry that I startled you…” Mark said with a smile, “I was thinking about getting something to eat, are you hungry Tracy?”

“That would be great! I’m starved!” She said brightly.

They decided to get Chinese delivery. As they went down to the lobby to wait for it, and then went into Mark’s office to eat, they chatted about everything and nothing. Apparently Tracy was divorced and just slightly younger than Mark’s mid 40 years. Other than to state that yes, he was married; Mark didn’t talk about his personal life in that respect. Tracy was very animated when she spoke to him and had the most gorgeous eyes he had ever seen. When she wasn’t looking he would glance at her body. She was tall enough, but she appeared soft, gentle, and he found himself thinking about how warm she must be as well.

Before the two knew it, it was late in the afternoon, and it was time to go. Mark told Tracy he would walk her to the garage, to make sure she was okay, and she smiled and told him how much she appreciated that.

“Hey, what are doing tonight?” She asked him as they approached her car.

“Nothing, why?” he replied. Tracy explained that she was planning to go out later that evening, and would he like to go too. She told him to follow her, and he could “hangout” at her place for a bit. They could go out from there; she lived not too far from there. He agreed, and smiled as he got his car and met up with Tracy in order to follow her. It appeared his day may turn out for the better after all. At least he wouldn’t be spending his Saturday night in his hotel room, alone.

Tracy’s apartment was small, but spacious. She didn’t have a lot of furniture, but what she had was comfortable and inviting. She set her keys and purse on the counter and asked Mark if he wanted something to drink. He agreed to a beer, and Tracy turned on the stereo as she entered the living area and handed Mark his beer. She opened the sliding door, and invited him onto the balcony, to sit and enjoy their beers together. Mark thought to himself that he couldn’t remember when he had been able to talk so comfortably with anyone, let alone a woman.

A couple of hours and several beers bahis siteleri later, and Tracy jumped up and said she was going to get ready to go out. She asked Mark to make himself at home while she got ready, and assured him it wouldn’t take too long. A few minutes later he heard the shower running. He got up and walked around the living room. He looked at the pictures on her tables and the walls, and the refrigerator door. Tracy appeared to be fairly active. Most of the pictures were of her with friends. She was always smiling, like she was always having a good time. The more Mark thought about it, the more fascinated he was by her. He walked around more, shaking his head from time to time, trying to shake the image of those soft curves in the shower, and was failing miserably. He felt at home in her place. It was comfortable; warm, just like Tracy.

A few minutes later, as she had predicted, Tracy came bouncing out of her bedroom, ready to go. She was wearing snug jeans, an undershirt, and a snug soft sweater. To top it off, she completed her outfit with a pair of platform shoes. Mark swallowed hard. He thought maybe it wasn’t such a good idea that he spend the evening with this woman after all, but it was too late to back out. He went into the bathroom to freshen up and then they would leave.

When he walked in to the bathroom and closed the door, he glanced around and took in all of Tracy’s things scattered about the counter. Her bathrobe hung from a hook on the back of the door, and Mark couldn’t resist pressing his nose to it and breathing deeply. GOD it smelled like her… Not that he had gotten that close to her, but his nose had received the pleasure of a glimmer of her scent as she passed him throughout the day. He let go and stepped away quickly as the notion of discovering her true “aroma” entered his head. He splashed some water on his face and took a quick mouthful of mouthwash and swished. He ran his fingers through his hair, and decided he was ready to go.

Tracy informed Mark that she would drive, if he didn’t mind, and he agreed. They traveled the mile or so to the area where the bar was located, and she parked in a parking garage. They walked a couple of blocks and Mark noticed that there were many bars lining up and down the street. It was like this area came alive at night. There were scatterings of office buildings here and there, but he had no idea that this type of nightlife existed in this city. If he had, maybe his hotel room would have been a bit less inhabited.

As they approached the bar, loud music flooded out into the street. Mark had not been in this type of establishment for quite awhile, and wasn’t sure what to expect. He stayed close behind Tracy, and they walked inside. It appeared that Tracy frequented this place on occasion, as a few of the patrons knew her. She pushed her way to the bar and ordered a couple of beers and Mark stayed to the back, near the wall. Off to the side was a DJ, and quite a few people were dancing. Tracy returned to Mark’s side and talking was extremely difficult; even yelling was a chore. Tracy was swaying and twisting to the music and Mark could tell she really wanted to dance. He told her to go right ahead, and that he would hold her beer. He got a huge grin on her face and blew him a kiss and was off. Mark simply leaned against the wall and watched the crowd.

As he scanned the crowd, he noticed more than a few attractive women, noticing HIM. When he smiled and blushed a bit, it only seemed to entice them more. The majority of them flirted openly with him, and he was enjoying himself immensely. That was when he noticed Tracy. She was dancing between three, what appeared to be younger men. Her arms were raised above her head and she had her head tilted back slightly.

She seemed totally oblivious to the three men who were doing their damnedest to get close to her. They pressed themselves to her and Mark simply watched her hips moving; her luscious round breasts and ripe ass pressing against their eager bodies. Mark realized how incredibly hard his cock had become watching this. He took a long swallow of his beer. His attention was no longer averted by the women trying to capture his attention in some way or form; it was futile. Tracy had his attention, all of it. Two more songs, and his cock was now throbbing in perfect unison with the gyration of her hips. The music stopped, and she made her way through the crowd to return to him. As she approached, Mark could see the droplets of sweat that had gathered at her hairline, and also at the swell between her breasts. He wanted very badly to place his tongue at that swell, and taste her. It must have been in his eyes, because Tracy got close to him and asked if he was okay. He canlı bahis siteleri nodded and smiled, but just then, someone swept by, and Tracy was shoved full on to Mark, her body pressed tightly to him. He was embarrassed, for surely she could feel the extent of his hard on. She was polite and didn’t seem to notice, but did ask if he wanted to go outside. He graciously agreed.

The cool night air was a refreshing change from the heat of the club. Tracy asked Mark if he wanted to stay or was he ready to go. He was content to leave the decision up to her, and she said she was ready to go. He of course, had to go back to her place, as that was where he had left his car. The two headed to the parking garage.

When they reached the floor where the car was parked, Tracy went to the edge of the garage and peered over the side. Mark stayed back a bit, puzzled, and Tracy motioned for him to come closer. She placed her finger over her lips and told his to Shhhh… when Mark got closer, conspicuously in the corner, Tracy huddled against the wall, and was looking down. When Mark got closer, she pulled him very close to her in order to fit in the space, and she pointed to a lower level, in a building across the alley. As Mark followed the direction of her pointed finger, he saw a couple, in an apartment, in what appeared to be a “compromising position”.

The man, sprawled out on what appeared to be a futon, with a blonde kneeling in front of him, sucking his cock. He had his head back, and his hand tangled in her long hair, pressing her head harder. Mark didn’t know what to say. He was mesmerized. He watched the blonde’s head rise and fall between the lucky bastard’s legs, faster and faster; and Mark’s knees all but buckled. He heard Tracy’s breathing become more and more rapid, and he didn’t dare look at her; he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to control himself. Just when Mark didn’t think it could get any worse, the man on the futon pushed the blonde off of him and she got on all fours. He took his place behind her, and entered her, what appeared to be quite deeply. He watched as her breasts bounced as his body pounded her; the blonde’s fingers expertly dancing between her legs, to help him along. The groan that escaped Tracy was his undoing.

Mark turned to Tracy and kissed her, hard. She kissed him back, with just as much enthusiasm; her fingers on each side of his head, holding him there. Her tongue entered his mouth and sought his; while licking and sucking his lips. All he could think of was how badly he wanted her right then, and how hard his cock was. Tracy reached down, almost instinctively, and wrapped her hand around the bulge in his jeans. This time he groaned, when she squeezed gently. “Let’s get outta here!” she said huskily, and all Mark could do was agree; wholeheartedly.

The ride to Tracy’s apartment was the longest quick ride in history; for Mark at least. Tracy seemed to make the blocks and curves at warp speed, trying to get home faster. When she pulled up in front of her building, she looked over at Mark and glanced down at the still present bulge in his jeans, and then back into his eyes with a devouring look. He smiled at her a little, and she said, “Race ya!” and leapt out of the car. Mark jumped out of the car as well, and was right behind her. He let her win partly because he wanted to watch her ass move as her hips rolled in her attempt to get there faster while wearing those heels, and the other reason was because his cock was so hard it hurt to move.

Tracy fumbled with the keys a bit, but then finally opened the door. Mark wasn’t sure where he should go, but it was okay because Tracy took the lead. She pressed him against the door and pressed herself to him as she kissed him again very deeply. The built up desire got the better of Mark’s judgment, and he made a fist in her hair and turned her around, so that now she was pressed against the door, with one of his thighs pressed between hers.

“I want you Tracy…” he whispered throatily to her.

Her response was a deep sigh/whimper, and she said, “yess…pleaassee”

She took his hand and pulled him to the couch. She pressed his shoulders so that he was seated at which time she knelt in front of him. Dear God…she was going to recreate the scene at the garage… Mark watched her, fascinated, as she slowly unzipped his jeans. Her eyes never left his. Her warm hand slowly and expertly slid inside his boxers and gently freed his aching cock. It was then that she averted her eyes, to admire her “prize”. She wrapped first one, then the other of her warm hands around his heat, her thumbs teasing the silky and what was now, dripping, head. Her thumbs glided over the sticky substance, swirling and rubbing, güvenilir bahis and thoroughly enjoying the pulsing that was the reaction. A wicked smirk crossed Tracy’s lips and she bent to taste him. The wet heat of her tongue on the pounding head of his cock made him swoon. He rested his head on the back of the couch and groaned deeply.

This only served to encourage Tracy further. Her hands gripped tighter around the base of his cock, and she slid her mouth very slowly over the head and down the shaft. All Mark could do was watch. He watched her swallow him, the length of him, over and over, faster and faster. Each time it seemed to intensify. She coaxed him to lower his body a bit and she began to stroke his balls and perineum. He was becoming lightheaded. She pressed a warm finger to the tight pucker of his ass, and applied more pressure to the underside of his cock with her tongue. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He felt it coming, he wanted to stop, to wait, but part of him just didn’t want to. She knew it was coming too, and if Mark would have had the capacity to think about it just then he would have realized that it was that which made him explode. She wanted him to cum for her; in her mouth. All of the desire he felt throughout the day culminated at that very moment, pulling from his entire being, and settled in his cock. He exploded with such force, he though he would pass out. Wave upon wave struck him, pounded him, until he was completely empty.

He stopped Tracy, as he had become very sensitive and needed to stop for a moment. Tracy could see the lust in his eyes, and it was so intense it caused her to back up a bit. Mark sat upright, and pulled off the remainder of his clothes, and then set about to be certain that Tracy matched. His hands were swift as they grabbed and undressed her with such ease; she barely felt the touch as he exposed her ready flesh. When she was naked before him, she smiled at him. He looked at her hungrily, and she spread her knees wide, so that her legs fell open and she was exposed to him. He pressed her back and didn’t waste time with false pretenses. He placed his hands on her inner thighs and set about to bury his tongue into her hot wet flesh. His tongue pressed roughly to her throbbing folds, wet with her nectar. He rolled his tongue in wide circles, each stroke harder and faster, and soon, her hips rolled and pressed, urging him to go deeper. Her hands were digging and clawing into the carpet and she was breathing very rapidly. Whimpers and moans were all the sounds she could muster. Mark didn’t wager she could form words if she had to. He knew, he had been in that state, just moments before. He pressed two fingers to the softness of her core and entered her, roughly. Her flesh gripped his fingers, and he began to pump her with his fingers as his tongue relentlessly stirred all of her nerves into a crescendo. Her legs were twitching and she was trembling. All of a sudden the waves took her over, and she let out a wail as her back arched and body tensed. Her fingers tangled in his hair, and she urged him to press harder. Her sweetness intoxicated him, and her fragrance filled his senses.

When the waves subsided a bit, as she struggled to catch her breath, she sat up a bit and looked him square in the eyes. “Please fuck me…” She growled at him. With the activity that his tongue had just experienced, his cock was ready and eager for more. Tracy glanced down and noticed this. She raised her leg, moved it over his head, and took her place in front of him, with her back to him, on her knees in front of the couch. Mark got to his knees behind her and pressed her forward so that her chest was on the couch. He spread her legs a bit wider and pulled her hips outward a bit. He placed the head of his again pulsing cock at her entrance and when she felt it, slid onto him. Her velvet softness gripped and squeezed him. It rivaled her mouth, as it had been earlier. He wasted no time in thrusting into her with swift, hard movements, only to be matched by her hungry response. Soon her body seemed to be bouncing off of his thrusts. Harder and deeper he thrust into her. She straightened her back, so that she was closer to his body, and as he wrapped his hand around her throat, she slid her hand around the back of his head. He could feel it in the back of his thighs, and she could feel it on her inner thighs… What should have been no surprise definitely was as they both started to cum again, with what seemed to be both of them at one point struggling to stay upright as the intensity overtook them completely. Over and over it churned them, each keeping the momentum for the other until both were spent, and they collapsed together onto the floor.

As they lay, gasping for air, bodies moist with sweat and cum, neither one wanted to break the semi-silence. “Please spend the night Mark…” Tracy asked quietly.

“Gladly!” he replied. No words were necessary, but they both knew that what had been a good day was going to be a long but fabulous night…

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