Serendipity

I didn’t really know her all that well. I mean not in the grand of scheme of things. We had talked off and on for a hand full of years now; through several near misses at something romantic, or at least carnal. Friends or so it would seem. We were something destined to have been and never anything more. Right.

So I was at home, nursing a heavy bout of melancholy and feeling more than a little down on myself for how my life, and world had turned out. I was proving to be something of a social idiot by my own reckoning. With all the near misses and circumstantial cock-blocking that had been going on this night alone didn't surprise me at all.

In all of about a months time, I had been dumped by a girl who was, by reckoning, someone I should have never thought of being with. I had missed an opportunity with a girl that I had been wanting for the past two years, and finally I had barely escaped the evil clutches of one of those horrible princes who turned out to be nothing more than wicked.

By the time she called, I was pretty devoid of hope of ever getting laid again.

I had been out on a date with her before, though at the time I hadn’t realized that she considered it an actual date. Since then we had chit-chatted, and laughed about it a time or two. In the end we had resigned ourselves to just be friends. It just seemed that the fates had been keeping us apart, and Anytime either of us was available the other was taken.

So I had come home, after a boring night at the local bar and, as I often did sat down at my desk, and jumped online to see who I could chat with. The meager hope to perhaps flirt with, or to catch naughty pic or two from some amateur beauty, usually too shy to show such things to strangers.

I had long since decided that if I had as much game in person, as I did when talking through the dummytube… I’d be a modern day Casanova.

But as I sat down, her name popped up, with the quick typed greeting she always used.

‘Hey you’

‘Hey beautiful’ was my quick response, as I slipped my pants off, to get a little more comfy. By the time I took my chair she had responded.

‘You’re home kind of early tonight… didn’t go to the bar?’

‘Went… bored… came home. What you doing home?’

‘Bored, same as you… ‘

I chuckled, thinking that I could almost feel her gloom flowing through the tube.

‘Yeah…:(‘ was my only response, and I watched the yellow frown face pop up as I hit the enter button.

‘Where do you live these days?’ she asked. I answered without hesitation. Hope seemed to spring up out of nowhere.

‘Oh, that’s too bad… I almost thought maybe we could hang out… be bored together.’

‘Well, it’s not –that- long of a drive…’ I responded, at once eager and skeptical of what she would say, but 40 minutes later I had picked out a couple of movies from my growing collection, grabbed some popcorn, sodas, and I was on my way to her house to be bored, and lonely together.

Walking up to the house was like a scene right out of one of those scary movies; long winding drive up to an old plantation style house, a pair of stone lions sitting vigil on the front porch, and a general air of foreboding born exclusively to a city boy in unfamiliar and secluded territory. Hooting owls, and noisy crickets on a moonless stary night was enough to give anyone the heebie-jeebies. But the promise of the unlikely drove me onward.

I wound up the driveway, intent on knocking, but by the time I got to the door she was already there, a shy little smile on her face as she opened up for me.

“Hey stranger!” she said, and spread her arms to me. She was wearing a flowing black skirt, and a tight fitting black tank. Her wrists and neck were adorned with simple silver chains, and bracelets, and a swirl of tattooed flowers wreathed her neck.

She had long hair; blond with streaks of other colors. At the front, two shocks of black framed a sweet face of full lips, large, expressive eyes, and a cutely curving European nose. Her makeup made her hazel eyes shine, even in the soft lamination of the porch light. There was, and had always been something about the way she smiled that stirred things in me.

“Hey gorgeous…” I untangled myself, and lifted the gifts that I brought. “Brought the stuff that you demanded.”

She looked at the film in one hand, and the soda in the other and gave a mock frown…

“What’s wrong?” I lowered my inadequate offerings, and she looked at the soda.

“I had hoped for something a little more… potent…” She smiled. “in both cases…”

“Hemm…” I said, with a chuckle, and then a thought had occurred to me. Two weeks earlier I had been to a friends party and had brought a Gallon of Spiced room. Taking it home, I stuffed it in the trunk of my car and like all things that enter there it lost all hopes of ever being found. I hadn’t even thought about it since. “Well… I think I may have something to fill that need too.”

She smiled, and I handed her the movies, and the soda, and headed back to my car. After fishing the bottle out I stalked back up the driveway and into the house through the door she left open.

Beyond the threshold was a gallery of immaculate domestic life. Warm, soft colored, walls and soft earth toned carpeting, beautifully framed pictures, paintings and photographs, and high, soft lighting. A living room that one could get lost in, a large open kitchen with an island and a large fancy refrigerator. The dining area was adorned in classy dark mahogany. The lavishness of the place was impressive but hardly surprising.

I pulled the door closed behind me, and walked quietly through the foyer, and hallway into the living room. She had taken a seat on the couch and was flipping channels on the large screen television. As I entered she looked up at me and smiled patting the seat beside her.

“Got the booze…” I said, holding up the bottle with a crazy mariner on it. She smiled and ‘oohed’ pleased. “Left over from a party I was at a couple weeks ago. Forgot it was in my car.”

I took the proffered seat, and set the bottle on the end table beside. She turned sideways and leaned back into me, pulling my arm around her. We were always comfortable like this with each other, so this in and of itself was no high-sign.

“Figure we can watch some television for a little while…” she said as a woman on the channel she had just chosen was peeling away a button down shirt that was just big enough to not burst from it’s contents of her ample bosom.…” do you mind?”

I smiled and shook my head, but didn’t say anything. She watched me for a long moment, even after I returned her gaze, and then smiled looking back at the television.

“Fun fun fun…” She squeezed my arm, and settled down for comfort again.

To be honest with you I couldn’t begin to tell you what the movie was about. The whole time it was playing my mind raced as eyes, and attention washed over every movement, and motion that this tasty dish sitting next to me made.

The entire time she laid against me she moved and adjusted her skirt, at times letting it slip up her things, or to prop her knee out of the slit in the side. I saw then that they were stocking in black silk; thick black band that hugged her thigh showed with every movement.

Also through out we held conversations. We talked about the people, and things that had been in our lives, and about the relationships that had come and gone. Stimulating conversation, I think, but again, I was mostly preoccupied with the woman that was doing most of the talking.

At some point, the movie showing depicted a woman and man in carnal, noisy tryst. The man handled her rough, and savagely, and the woman’s moans and lamentations showed that she enjoyed every toss, and pull he gave.

During that portion she grew quiet, watching intently, and not saying much…

“This exciting you?” I asked, knowing the question was stupid, but excellent for opening the door. She turned and looked up at me, and nodded slowly. I smiled, and she returned it before looking back to the scene.

The man and woman were in an alley way of some major city. She in a full evening gown, and he in a tuxedo. Trash and refuse danced about in the background, and unnecessary smoke wafted in from no where. The man had his body pressed against the woman, and his brutal hands were beneath her skirt, out of sight, but she gave every indication of joy in her moans, and gyrations.

“I like spontaneous things like that…” She said, running one hand along the length of her body, the other up the inseam of my pants, from calf to knee. “do you?”

“Oh yeah…” I said in a whisper that matched hers. She smiled, and slid her hand higher to my thigh, and squeezed. I looked at her again then and she had closed her eyes briefly before looking at me.

“You probably didn’t know that I like porn, did you?” She smiled when I shook my head now, and rolled over onto her side so she could look at me. “you like porn?”

I laughed, and she got the affirmative in that chuckle.

“Yeah, of –course- you do. What –guy- doesn’t?”

“Well…” I said, trying not to get defensive. “I don’t like –all- porn… I like very specific porn…”

“Yeah?” She said, and sat up to look at me. As she did, she turned, and her skirt rode up her thigh as she did. She was sitting in a way that was –barely- lady like, and had I been so bold I’m sure I could have looked right at the crotch of her panties. “What kind do –you- like?”

“Mostly Amateur stuff…” I said, hesitantly. I chose my words carefully, as many people get a bad impression of the concept of amateur porn. They think of old, out of shape people having sex with each other, or simi-attractive folks on badly filmed, badly edited bootleg tapes. “ya know… like the stuff that’s a little big harder than ‘girls gone wild’ but not so hardcore as… I don’t know… Debbie does Dallas, or what ever…”

She chuckled, and stared at me for a long moment. When I smiled, she mirrored it, and then stood up suddenly.

“Come on…” She said, and took my hand, pulling me to my feet. “Let’s pick a porn to watch together…”

In her bedroom, she pulled me over to the closet, and opened a small armoire style tape case. Inside it were a collection of tapes and moves to put the adult section of any mom-and-pop operation to shame. She held my hand while she opened the case, and pulled me close in behind her while she pulled a few off to examine.

The proximity was intoxicating, and arousing to say the least, and when she felt me stiffening in her back, she moaned softly, and ground back against me. Letting the movies slip completely from my mind, I used my free hand to move the hair from away from her neck, and as I leaned in to kiss it she leaned her head to the side to give my full access.

She sighed deeply as my arm wrapped around her shoulder, and cupped one of her ample breast. She moaned loudly, as I squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh through her tank top and bra, and as my nerve built up, and I slipped my hand beneath, to touch her now hard, pointed nipples, she sighed ‘Oh my god.’ And turned to face me.

Our lips met before any words came, and she kissed me with a fire that was more passion than anything else. It was followed again by more fevered kisses, as she rubbed her body against mine, my hands caressing her beautiful ass.

Then suddenly she stopped and looked me in my eye. Her breathing was heavy, almost labored, as she spoke.

“My god, I need to get laid…” she said huskily. “but I don’t want you to make love to me… I want you to be rough, and harsh. I want you to fuck my brains out… like there’s no seeing me tomorrow, and you want to get every bit of this pussy that you can in the next couple of hours…”

She kissed me again, another fevered think, and sighed deeply.

“Can we do that?”

Without hesitation, I pushed into her again, forcing her back into the closet, against the open armoire… She moaned loudly as my hands stole beneath the him of her skirt…

“Oh yess…” She hissed and without ceremony I grabbed the soft, flimsy of her panties, and tore them off with ease, to an excited “Oooh!” from her.

Then I wrapped my hands around her, lifting her, depositing her ass on the shelf in the armoire. Taking her hands up to grasp the clothes bar above her. I let hand stole into her skirt again, parting swollen, puffy lips; she inhaled sharply as my teeth found the curve of her jaw, and took soft bites of it.

I felt her hand wrap around my neck, as she began moaning, but my hand slipped away from her now drenching pussy, to force her hands back up to the bar. She looked at me abashed, but excited, and I returned a sneer.

“Don’t fucking move… hold the bar…” I growled, and then grabbed the front of her shirt, bra and all, and pulled hard. The first tug didn’t rip everything free, but she moaned loudly from the exertion. The second tore a little more, and on the third try the links in the back broke, and the shirt tore away.

“Oh my god…” She moaned a little louder, as I tossed the rags that were her outfit to the floor. “oh my fuck…”

Next I pushed her back, against the closet wall, but she obediently held to the pole above her. Now angled better, I slipped first one, then two fingers inside her, stepping a side to improve the angel of penetration. She moaned loudly as I began trusting into her in quick hard jabs, curving my fingers up toward her pelvis. After the first 3 or 4 seconds she was lifting her pelvis, jerking a trying to get my fingers in deeper. In 30 seconds, she was yelling and bucking against my hand.

“Oh my god, I’m cumming… “ She moaned loudly, hips still bucking her pulsing against my hand, but that was my cue, and with a quick motion, I grabbed both he buttchecks in my hands and lifted her. This change of orientation startled her, but she didn’t have time to protest.

She held on to the bar for dear life, as my tongue slipped quickly over her already coming clit. She bucked feverishly as I licked her sweet juices, stirring her into another unrelenting orgasm. I stopped when she couldn’t hold the bar any more, from her bucking and moaning, but I didn’t leave her alone.

I let her legs fall to the ground as I reached down for my pants.. She reached up then, and batted them away, going about the work of unsnapping and unzipping me as if it might take me too long. She reached in, and grabbed my hard cock, and her eyes widened…

“Oh my gawed…” She said with astonishment and awe in her voice…

I didn’t wait for another protest, I grabbed the backs of her knees and lifted the skirt away again.

“Right here in the…?” She began to say but didn’t get another word out. I slipped my head right past her entrance, and buried my manhood to the hilt in her wet, silky pleasure. She moaned loudly, as I pulled out, and slipped back in… By the 3rd stroke I began picking up pace again, and with each thrust she gave a gasp/moan of pleasured pain… A few more strokes and she leaned forward wrapping her arms around me as my hard cock pounded away at her already abused pussy.

“Oh god fuck me! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!!!” she shouted in an almost rhythmic chant, and to my surprise, I felt my own stirring already so quickly. I tried to focus, to push the sensation away, but with her moaning and bucking, and the incredible tight warmth of her wet pussy, it was a loosing game.

I pulled out of her, and tried to step away, but the woman was on fire. Legs falling to the floor she pounced on me like a great predatory cat, and we stumbled backward across the floor, onto her waiting unmade bed…

She was atop me instantly, and ready to straddle me again.

“Wait…” I pleaded, shaking my head. “… give me a min… I’m… Gonna…”

She smiled a wicked smile, holding my cock in her hand.

“Ooh, you’re gonna come for me baby?” With that she slipped it inside her for a quick thrust, and then out again… “Emmm… Is it gonna cum”

“Yess...” I moaned “It’s almost there…”

“Good!” she said with the same wicked smile, and slid down my body. I looked up just as my the head of my cock disappeared between those full lips, and her mop of multi colored hair obscure all visuals of it. She didn’t suck for more than 3 seconds before I was spilling my load into her mouth…

She swallowed it all, cause as far as I could tell not a drop was wasted, but she didn’t climb slowly up beside me to lay down, but instead, she straddled me again, and aimed it again for her sweet pussy. In a fraction of a second I was surrounded by her sweet wet pussy again, and she was riding and bucking against my own upward thrusts again.

It seems that by a will not entirely my own, I stayed hard, though the pleasured sensations had abated. She alternated between harsh bouncing thrusts, and hard, impassioned grinding, streaming profanities and urgings at me as she road out her own orgasm when she paused to fall forward, still straddling me.

Again, not to be outdone, I rolled over so that she was on her back. She looked at me sex crazed and almost astonished while I rose on arms to look down into her gorgeous face.

I slid the full length of my member out, stopping so just the head was still inside. I paused there for a moment, as she ran hands gently up my arms.

"Emm..." She intoned, as she folded legs so that her knees caressed my sides. "I..."

She began, but my next thrust turned words into a guttural moan, as her feet pressed down pushing back against my purposeful cock.

I dragged out again slowly, and thrust in, and received a tale-tell near shout of pleasure.

"God yes, Fuck meee!!!" she droned out ass the pauses between draw and thrust became shorter. After the 5th or sixth trust and her constant verbal urging, I could feel my member getting back into the game fully.

From the prone position, I slipped my knees beneath her sweet ass, and grabbed her waste. I pulled her into me, hearing the bed frame itself protest from the violent movements.

"I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." he words heralded her next orgasm, but before she could get them out fully, I reached up to place a hand at her thin, elegant neck. Her back arched again, as hands grabbed my wrist, forcing me to more pressure on her throat.

"Yes... yes... yes..." She croaked around the pressure at her throat, and bucked wildly against my every thrust. Then, without ceremony she thrust her legs out lifting up and out of my grasp, sliding higher up on the bed.

Her body was writhing, and shaking; nearly vibrating from the pleasure of her orgasm. She rolled to one side, then the other, her hand cupped over her quaking sex.

I crawled up behind her then and lay there while she moaned, and inelegantly lamented about the sound fucking she had just received. When the spasms were over she was laying on her side, back to me, panting heavily.

"Dear god.." she said then and laughed regaining some composure. "Fuck!"

All tension had left her body, save for her subdued panting