A Moving Experience
By: Michelle T
© September 2000

"HCP Moving & Storage, this is Michelle." I sang happily enough into my cell phone as I pulled the car up beside the massive truck in the driveway. Heck, it was Friday and the sun was shining gloriously and I had a whole delicious weekend of doing absolutely nothing lying before me.

"Ah, hello.. this is Kevin Richardson, the owner of the house..." I listened patiently to the slow southern drawl cooing in my ear. God, what a sexy voice. Visions of the man behind the voice, running his tongue smoothly and slowly up my thighs, started filtering through my mind. "I'm running late, but you've got the keys, right?"

"Sure, don't worry about it. I'll get the guys moving and start unloading the truck. You will be arriving soon though?" I didn't really need him there. I've got the layout of the house and my trusty list of where everything should go. But, damn it all, I wanted him around. From the way the girls in the office were drooling over how incredibly gorgeous he was, I needed to see him in the flesh. Just the tone of his voice was making me wet.

"I'll be there soon, Michelle." The way he said my name sent a shiver straight up my spine and produced a rather lovely twinge between my legs.

I closed my eyes and leaned back against the tan leather seat and listened as he reminded me to be careful with his baby grand piano and to please put his bed along the west wall instead of the east wall because he likes to sleep as late as possible in the mornings and not have the sun glaring in his face. Of course, picturing him lying naked in his bed didn't help ease the throbbing going on down below. I ended our conversation with assurances that HCP Moving & Storage wouldn't let him down.

An hour or so later I had my three guys rolling right along moving the heavier pieces into the house with ease. As was my job, I directed them where to put the furniture and then added those little touches that our company was so well known for. I unpacked all the cd's, movies, framed photographs, etc. and displayed them where I thought a bachelor would want them. As I was organizing a stack of thick plush bath towels in the upstairs bathroom, I suddenly felt as if I was being. . . scrutinized. A warmth quickly spread throughout my being and I turned around slowly. There, right before my very own eyes, stood over six feet of pure magnificent sex appeal. I tore my eyes off his incredibly well-toned frame and looked up. There was a hint of a smile playing on his lips and my breath caught in my throat. His mesmerizing green eyes sparkled with amusement.

"Hi, I'm Kevin." He held his hand out to me and laughed lightly when my own shaking hand met his. "Am I making you nervous?" He winked at me, causing a deeper warmth to invade my body. I mentally shook myself out of my trance and laughed lightly as I shook his hand.

"Hi and you're not making me nervous, just all warm and tingly." I smiled brightly at him and winked back. Of course, it didn't go past my notice that he had yet to release my hand. "So, Kevin? How do you like your new house?"

"I'm liking it more and more every minute as I stand here watching you shiver.” His other hand suddenly flicked out and came in contact with the top of my right breast. I flinched and looked at him with wide eyes. Chuckling, he said huskily. “You’ve got a thread there.” He slowly pulled the tiny thread away and dangled it before my eyes. I stared at his long fingers and licked my lips subconsciously. Good god, I want his hands on me!

“Um, well, thanks.” I pulled my hand from his and scooted around him to escape into the bedroom. “I guess I better, um, go check on the guys.” I ran from the room with my cheeks blushing rosily and my legs quivering. Oh god, those hands, those fingers. I want them on my bare skin. I want them to trail down my neck, over my collarbone and to lazily draw circles around my nipples. I heard a low chuckling from behind me and turned my head slightly to see him leaning against the doorjamb, arms crossed over his chest and the sexiest smile imaginable on his lips.

The rest of the morning was pure agony. I did my job. . . I think. Well, suffice it to say the furniture got moved in. He was constantly in my thoughts, my wicked erotic thoughts. Each and every piece of furniture I touched suddenly provoked a new sexy scene into my mind. God, the dining room table alone, with its gleaming dark wood finish, had my panties drenched with my juices. I could picture him lifting me onto it, spreading my legs, dipping his head to trace his tongue along the small tattoo that adorned my inner thigh. I had to escape into the hall bathroom twice to ease the nagging sensations of my clit. As I dropped my shorts and leaned heavily against the closed door, I envisioned him on his knees before me, sucking my clit between his lips as his fingers plunged deeply into me.

By three o’clock the job was done. I praised my men for their job well done and dismissed them. I made my cursory walk through of the home, straightening a painting here, fluffing a pillow there. Satisfied that the job was indeed complete, I went back into the kitchen and opened my logbook to make notations. I sensed his presence behind me and fought vainly to keep my mind on the paperwork.

“Well, Kevin, everything seems to be in order.” I dared not look back at him, knowing I’d crumple to the floor from weakened legs. “I’ll leave the bill here for you to pay at your convenience.”

“No, everything is NOT in order.” I flew around at the statement, stunned that perhaps I’d missed something on the list, or per chance something had managed to become damaged in the moving process.

“What is it? What’s. . . “ I lost my breath as he slowly advanced upon me. The desire smoldering in his eyes entranced me. “I. . . I . . . “ His big hands laid lightly on my hips as he bent and whispered in my ear.

“I haven’t fucked you yet.”

My knees did start to buckle then, but his grasp on my body prevented my fall. His tongue probed my ear gently as he pulled my lower body tight against his. His stiff cock pressed firmly against my abdomen. I moaned mightily as he sucked my earlobe into his mouth. “I want to taste you.” I almost came right there.

He pulled back just enough to get his hands between us. His mouth quickly took possession of mine, his tongue flicking between my lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and sucked on his tongue savagely. His hands pulled the hem of my t-shirt up and over my heaving breasts. His thumbs caressed over my hardened nipples. I laced my fingers at the back of his head and urged it downward. He groaned and pulled his mouth off mine and then swiftly pulled my top off and threw it behind him. His lips clamped onto my nipple and he sucked it with fervor. I lowered my hands and frantically tore at the button on his jeans. I needed that big dick in my hands, I needed it in my mouth, I needed it in my cunt. I pushed his jeans and boxers down and circled his meat with my two hands. He followed suit and had my shorts and panties around my ankles within seconds.

“Oh god!” I moaned into his hair. “Lick me!” I cried out to him. He quickly lifted me onto the counter and spread my legs. I gazed down in pure lust as I saw his eyes widen at the sight of my tattoo barely inches from my quivering pussy. All my prior fantasies were coming true; he was tracing the tat with his tongue. I moaned and groaned and gyrated my hips. His tongue slowly stroked upwards and he parted my lips with his fingers as his mouth settled on my swollen clit. I laid back and grabbed my tingling tits in my hands and squeezed them together. “Yes! Oh god, yes Kevin!” I cried out as he slipped a finger into my wet pussy. “Fuck my pussy, Kevin!” His tongue and his fingers went into overdrive and drove me into oblivion. I couldn’t help but scream his name over and over as I came into his mouth.

He pulled away and helped me up. I latched onto his juicy lips and prevented him from moving away by locking my legs around his strong thighs. Our hands were flying over each other’s bodies, sending shivers and bolts of desire through out us.

Panting heavily, I finally released my hold on him and pushed him backwards. He looked startled briefly until I hopped off the counter and pushed him down onto a kitchen chair. I fell to my knees before him and worshipped his massive hard on. His hands tangled themselves in my blonde locks as I drew his throbbing dick into my mouth and gently fondled his glorious balls. I licked and sucked lavishly, craving the taste of his cum. He did not disappoint me as a few minutes later my tongue was savoring the taste of his sweet sperm as it flowed rapidly down my throat. I continued sucking his draining cock until he gently pulled me up and into his arms. His lips devoured mine once again, sharing the last few drops of his nectar.

He picked me up with ease and walked us to his bedroom, never breaking the kiss. He laid me gently on the bed and I luxuriated in the ecstasy of his hands and lips tasting every inch of my body. I came onto his fingers once again and finally begged him to fuck me.

“Now, Kevin, fuck me now, please!” He knelt between my legs and pulled my hips up slightly and teased me mercilessly with the head of his cock. “Oh god, you are wicked!” I cried and clutched onto his thighs. He grinned devilishly and slammed his rod into me deeply. “KEVIN!” His strokes were long, hard and even. His fingers dug into my pelvis as he fucked me hard and fast. “Oh god, Oh god,” I couldn’t stop. His beautiful green eyes locked onto mine and he was moaning my name over and over as well.

I was suddenly turned over and his hands drew my hips back towards him. He hovered over me and whispered in my ear, “You like this baby? You like my big dick? You want more?”

I begged, I pleaded, I cried out my desires, “God, yes! More Kevin! I want your big hard cock in me now.”

With a throaty chuckle he slammed back into my wet pussy and wrapped his arms around my chest. His fingers played with my nipples as his tongue licked the saltiness from my glistening body. I clutched at the bedspread and drew it into my mouth to stifle my screams of joy. His panting was erratic as his lips and tongue nipped at the back of my neck. The heat from his thighs as they slapped against my ass sent me once again into oblivion as my pussy lips clamped tightly around his shaft. His finger quickly found my clit and he pinched and squeezed it painfully as I exploded around him. With a strangled cry, he filled me with his hot juices.

He collapsed on top of me and we both tried to catch our breaths. Finally, once the brisk beatings of our hearts returned to near normal, he rolled off me and turned me so that I was buried in his embrace. Our kisses were light, sweet, intoxicating. His hands continued to lazily roam my thigh, ribs, back.

“Stay with me.” He demanded softly. I nodded once with a wide smile lingering on my lips, before his eyes closed and he snuggled against me and fell to sleep.

We didn’t leave his house all weekend and he has promised me that we’ll have all the weekends we want for hot erotic sex on each and every piece of furniture in that house. God, I so love lazy weekends.

The End

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