An Erotic Tale of Desire
written by:
Beverly Hills

I opened my eyes to find myself naked in a bed that wasn't mine and the warm blanket that covered me was up around my neck. From the throbbing inside my head, I realized I had too much wine the night before. Then something else I had the night before came rolling through my head, and when I rolled over, there he was sleeping next to me and the memories of what had happened the previous night started rolling back as well.

It actually started long before this fateful night. I've always liked Jeff. We had fun at work together and we always had each other's backs. He was also sexy as hell and I've always had my desires for him, but I always kept my desires for Jeff to myself because he was engaged to another woman. He seemed very happy with her so the last thing I wanted to do was to fuck that up for him.

It was a Friday night when this "situation" occurred. I decided on staying home instead of going out to one or two of Vancouver's hot nightclubs like I usually do when starting out my weekends. It might have been a little past nine when my phone rang. I thought it was one of my girlfriends calling me to hit the clubs with her, but when I answered I heard a familiar sounding male voice on the other end.

"Hey Bev... its Jeff." His voice sounded sad when he spoke. "I hate to bother you. I know you're probably on your way out tonight, but I need someone to talk to."

"What's wrong baby?"

"I had a terrible fight with Frieda just now and she left storming from my house. This was a pretty bad one." He told me all about the argument they had and by the time he was finished, he was nearly crying over the phone. I never heard him sounding so helpless before and my heart was bleeding for him.

"Would you like me to come over? I don't want to leave you hanging this way," I said to him.

"I don't want to put you out of your way, but I could use some company right now. I feel so damn empty inside."

"Okay Jeff. I'll bring a bottle of wine along. A little wine always helps a saddened heart."

I made it to Jeff's house about 30 minutes after we hung up and I could see that Jeff was in a rather sorrowful mood when he let me inside. "Look at what I have for you Jeff, a bottle of Chardonnay, and your favorite as I recall," I cheerfully showed him in hopes of brightening him up a little.

"Do you think wine would help" he asked?

"It wouldn't hurt, honey," I answered while looking around for a cork puller. After finding a puller in one of his kitchen drawers I found a couple of glasses and poured us both a tall glass, and then led him to the living room couch so we could sit, drink and talk. I was treating his house like it was my own and taking control of the conversation. After I thought he was talking too much about his fiancée, I changed the subject to something more cheerful, like the last party we had at work, and how much we were all looking forward to our next pay increase. Our company was doing well and we were all benefiting from it.

"So why haven't you gotten married yet, Beverly? You're definitely a good looking catch," Jeff said as he turned the conversation towards me. I liked what he said and it made me wonder if there was anything more between the lines of his compliment.

"Well, I guess I haven't found the right guy yet," I answered and paused for a second. "If you weren't already engaged, you'd be a great catch for me," I said with a wink of my lash.

"What?" He started laughing like I was kidding him.

"Seriously, I've always had an eye for you."

He looked at me more seriously. "No way!"

"Way, and cross my heart!" I said and made sure he saw the slow gesture of my finger making a cross symbol over the fleshy revealment of my left breast. And then I clicked my glass to his and made a toast to our missed romance. We drank up and I poured us another.

Ok, so I knew I was there to cheer him up. That's what a friend is for. But fuck, what about me? What about my feelings? I already said I had the hots for his guy. I also said I didn't want to fuck things up between him and his fiancée. And I wasn't planning on actually fucking things up, but thoughts of "fucking" was getting quite heavy on my mind.

We turned on some music to go with our third glass that emptied the bottle, but Jeff was feeling good and brought out another bottle from the other room. The rock tunes were OK but it didn't quite fit my mood, so I got up from the couch and walked over to his stereo and looked through his CD's until I found one that was full of slow romantic songs on it. I was wearing a very short skirt and 5-inch heels and the entire time I was standing at his stereo with my back to him, I was sure his eyes were taking in the backs of my long and sexy legs from my ankles up to where my thighs disappeared under my skirt.

When the first song of that romantic CD started playing, I turned and found my suspicions about where his eyes had gone were right. He was definitely taking in my legs. "Come here, Jeff." I smiled at him while I motioned with a come-hither finger. "I feel like dancing."

Jeff got up from the couch, emptied his wine glass and came over to me. When we danced, I kicked off my shoes and held myself closely in his arms. When I buried my face against his neck, the scent of his cologne pierced my nose, making me all the hungrier for him. I wanted to fuck him and I was wondering if he was having the same kind of thoughts about me. He was holding me nice and close, close enough that I could feel the bulge of his member rubbing against me, and it wasn't exactly soft. I decided that there was only one way to find out if this night was going to be just friends between us, or something more.

Tilting my head up, I looked at his eyes, when he looked at mine I kissed him gently on the lips. It was kind of a test kiss, to see if he would respond. Happily, he did and we kissed lightly back and forth while we danced, but those light lip-brushing exchanges soon turned into exactly what I wanted; a lip-mashing, tongue-twisting embrace with the flavor of wine and passion mixing in our mouths.

Eventually, Jeff moved his lips from my mouth and began nibbling on my neck before he licked his way to my ear and whispered. "You came over to have sex with me, didn't you?"

"Did I?" I responded as I ran my lips along his neck.

"It sure feels that way," he said, biting into the side of my neck. His hot mouth working on my neck was sending shivers through my spine in both directions, as well as arousing my nipples and making my pussy hot as hell.

"What if I said you were right?" I asked as I bit his earlobe.

"I'd say I'd have to take your hot little ass to my bedroom, strip you naked and fuck you silly."

We stopped dancing and just looked at each other. I could see that Jeff was drunk, but he was serious. I had to ask myself if this was really what I wanted to do and I answered myself with a—fuck yes! It was a now or never situation for me. He would be making up with his fiancée in the morning and I would just end up wondering how it might have been.

"Well, you ain't got me in there yet?"

Jeff laughed and picked me up and carried me into his bedroom. When he neared his bed he threw me down upon it and then he threw himself on top of me. He peeled my top off with no hesitation, and seeing that I wasn't wearing a bra, his mouth went straight for my tits. When I saw how hungry he was for my sexy twins I took his head between my hands and steered him from one peak to the other. He really got into my nipples; licking and sucking and biting them. Of course I was enjoying it more than he was as he was making me hot as hell.

I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off while he continued lathering my chest with his tongue. "Come here and kiss me," I said, pulling his face to mine. When we kissed I rubbed my hard wet nipples up against his bare chest and ground my crotch against his. He started dry humping me, but his pants had to go along with what I was left wearing. So we undressed each other. Jeff rolled on top of me after we got naked and pressed himself between my legs and asked me what I wanted him to do to me while he was rubbing his cock against the bare flesh of my pussy.

My answer was quite simple and straight forward. "I want you to fuck me."

"Don't you want me to eat your pussy first?"

"Oh... if you want to," I cooed with pleasant surprise and spread my legs wider as he scooted down between them. As soon as Jeff wrapped his arms around my thighs and pressed his face into my juicy crotch, I knew I made the right decision. He sliced my pie with his tongue and ate my pussy like a hungry beast.

"God- oh God, Jeff... Yes, oh yes—lick my pussy baby... yes... yes... oh yes! Oh my God, baby... I love that tongue! Oh baby, lick me right there... yeas baby! Mmm, lick my clit, yes... yes... oh flick it, flick it... you're going to make me cum!"

My hands took hold of his hair whenever I wasn't pulling on his ears while he had my ass squirming all over the sheets and me begging for more and more. . When I came, it wasn't just an ordinary orgasm. It was the screaming/squirting kind.

"Wow, you are fucking amazing, Bev!" Jeff said to me after he crawled up from the shower I given his face.

"I should be the one saying that to you. Where did you learn how to eat a pussy like that?"

He laughed. "It comes natural, and you have one tasty pussy baby, so it's not that hard to get into it. Do you always come like that?"

"You mean with the squirts?"

"Yeah, what a fucking turn-on to watch you squirting from your pussy like that!"

"It didn't come from my pussy, Jeff. It came from my urethra."

"You're pee hole?"

"Yeah. When you come you shoot from your pee hole, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, same difference. Why are we talking anatomy?"

"I'm sorry," he said, pulling me closer to him so that we lay side by side with our faces inches apart. "I was already engaged to Frieda when I met you."

"Yeah, I know that Jeff."

"I wish I would have met you first. You are a hell of a lot sexier than she is. You would be easy to fall in love with, he said and then he kissed me softly on the lips."

"Don't fuck with my heart, Jeff." I reached down and grabbed his cock. "Just put this in my pussy and fuck me silly like you said you would."

"That I can do!" he said. And then he got on top of me and slid his ridged cock inside of me.

"Oh... yeah... mmm baby," I moaned as he pressed inward. His cock fit me perfectly, not too big, not to small and my pussy wrapped to it like a wet silk glove. He pumped in and out in a circular motion, hitting every spot of my vagina. As juicy as I was made for a slippery fucking that felt incredibly sexy for the both of us. All I had to do was to wrap his body with my four limbs and join him for the ride to paradise. In the missionary position we were able to look into each other's eyes, and kiss, rub our bodies together, and talk a lot. I love talking to a man during sex, and I love it even more when he talks back to me. How else you going to know what a person is feeling beyond the moans?

Feeling my body warming up to his slow fucking, I slid my hands down Jeff's back to his hot and sexy ass and felt it moving up and down and round and round like a slow-motion gyrating machine. While rubbing the cheeks of his ass I drew my legs up to get him further into me.

"Mmm baby, I love the way you move your cock. You're making my pussy so hot."

"Your pussy feels good to me honey. Mmm, I love fucking you."

We smooched and grinded against each other and kept it going hot like it was. "Oh baby, fuck me a little harder," I moaned as I fell deeper into his sexy motions. And then I slapped his ass. "Harder baby... harder." Jeff moved to my needs, going faster and deeper, grinding his pelvis against mine each time he bottomed out.

"That's it baby. Oh... oh... oh... fuck me... oh yes, that feels so good."

"Oh hell yes, I'm gonna fuck you good, you hot little hussy!" he moaned and fucked me harder until I felt his balls slapping against my ass. Then he turned me over and made me ride him hard and rough while he held me by my tits. I moaned from the pleasure and excitement. His cock felt like it was on fire, burning the walls of my pussy as I bounced on his lap. I was on my way to heaven and by Jeff's facial expressions--I could tell he was right there with me. But before either of us reached our climax, Jeff had me get on all fours at the edge of the bed. He stood on the floor at the edge of the bed and came at me from behind. His cock slid right in and his thrusts were rocking me so hard I thought my tits would fly off my chest. It felt better than good, but I could tell that I would be sore the next day.

I felt his hand wrap around my cunt and start to rub my clit with the rhythm of his thrusts. When he heard my moans getting louder and longer, he told me that I could come now if I wanted to. Ha, like I had any control over it! I came so hard he had to hold me to his cock to keep me from not collapsing on the bed. When he knew that I was struggling to stay on my fours, he rolled me onto my back and got on top of me again, but he went from fucking me hard back to a slow and easy rocking. He was getting totally hooked on the feel of my pussy and he wanted to keep from cumming as long as he could.

"Oh baby... oh baby... oh baby..." I muttered over and over as he had me sprawled out like a rag doll taking his strokes. My body was totally wet with sweat and my hair was all over the place.

"I don't know how much longer I can go without cumming," he said.

"Don't let me hold you back baby. How do you want to cum? Do you want me to suck your dick for you?"

"Oh, you'd do that for me?"

I almost had to laugh. "Fuck! Duh...! Pull me up."

Jeff pulled me up to sit on the edge of the bed and he stood looking down at me as I took his cock in my mouth. The strong taste of sex on it was like seasoning to my taste buds and after the taste of that faded, the taste of his raw meat filled my mouth. I gave him a totally hot blow job. He loved it. He loved it so much he shot his load down my throat, and goddamn, he nearly choked me before he finished. But I loved it and cleaned his pipe for every last fucking delicious drop of it. We were spent after that and cuddled under the blanket. We must have fallen to sleep right away.

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I opened my eyes to find myself naked in a bed that wasn't mine and the warm blanket that covered me was up around my neck. From the throbbing inside my head, I realized I had too much wine the night before. Then something else I had the night before came rolling through my head, and when I rolled over, there he was sleeping next to me and the sudden memories of what had happened the previous night started rolling back as well. Thoughts of what we did together last night was getting me excited all over again. I was tempted to wake Jeff up and maybe suck his dick and swallow his yummy cum once again, but I thought it would be better if I just slip quietly out of his bed and get my ass home, and that's what I did. Wow, what a night!

Now the funny part is, Jeff told me at work that he had the strangest dream, that he and I had sex together. He was so fucking drunk he didn't remember that it really happened. Maybe he was just pulling my leg to see what kind of response I would give him, but maybe it really did seem like a dream to him. So, I left it at that. Jeff and his fiancée made up a couple of days later and everything went back to cool. Of course I still have my desires for that man, even more now since I had a healthy dose of his chemistry. Who knows, maybe someday he might need another rescue, and I have plenty of wine left on my shelf.