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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