Bates
She’s so fucking responsive to everything I do.
I’ve barely covered second base, and I already feel like a miracle worker. Between her noises and her body arching off the bed, Lana can hardly contain herself. My ego is as inflated as my dick, and I could get so fucking used to this.
No, you couldn’t.
This is a one-night stand.
The thought torments me as much as it grounds me in reality.
Lana will leave tomorrow, and she’s only at the start of her life’s journey.
I’ve been around the block, and I’m not getting any younger.
If I don’t find a woman who wants to settle down and start a family soon, then I’m more likely to get a hip replacement before I get kids.
My heart aches with its fresh wounds, but I push the pain aside.
Remembering life is good is easily done when I’m holding a woman as sweet and precious as Lana in my hands.
I hadn’t planned to move on so quickly, but spending tonight with her is definitely going to be a fond memory to look back on while I get my act together. I’ll make sure it’s beautiful for both of us.
Something stabs into my elbow, and I lift my arm to find Lana’s pencil.
I put it behind my ear and gaze down at her, but when she sees it, she plucks it from there and wriggles around, trying to get her notepad from her back pocket.
Her gorgeous tits roll in a captivating display, distracting me until she’s freed her notebook and flipped it open.
She meets my eyes, and there’s a nervous energy about her that wasn’t there a few seconds ago. When I lower my mouth to kiss her chest, her heart is racing beneath my lips.
“What’s up, beautiful?”
She wets her lips. They’re rouged and swollen from kisses, and I can’t look at them without thinking obscene things. My cock strains against her hot crotch, and her eyes get even rounder.
A thought niggles at the back of my brain, and I get a little more nervous myself.
“Lana, how old are you?”
“Twenty-two.”
Half of me is mortified that she’s so young.
The other half is wondering why the huge age gap, doesn’t feel so big when I’m gazing into her eyes. I don’t know if it’s because she seems older, or she makes me feel younger, but the numbers aren’t adding up to “disturbing” the way I thought they would.
She’s been through college, so she’ll have some experience under her belt.
She didn’t seem unworldly when she asked me to have sex with her earlier.
A little quirky, sure, but not innocent.
She was talking openly about maybe sleeping with that Lydia person, and she’s been pretty clear and direct with me…
I drop my gaze to the notebook she’s holding pretty tightly.
“What’s written on your list, babe?”
“Um…” Her breaths are fast and shallow. Her mouth opens and closes without giving me any words, and she holds out the paper to show me the list instead.
I try to make sense of what hasn’t already been crossed out, but it’s just a bunch of squiggles and letters.
The random mixture of uppercase and lowercase makes no sense to me.
It may as well be ancient hieroglyphs lined up next to the bullet points.
I point to one line. “What does this underlined heading mean?”
“Prepare the subject.” Lana clears her throat. “I know that sounds really impersonal,” she hurries to explain, “but I didn’t know your name when I wrote it. You were right. I should have gotten your name first.”
I look between us. We’re both topless but still wearing jeans. My dick is hard as fuck, and I haven’t laid eyes or hands on her panties yet, but based on her reactions to anything I do to her and the way she’s been grinding against me, I’m sure they’re soaked.
“Prepare the subject. Okay.” I loosen my laces, stand up, and toe off my boots, then I strip off my jeans and socks before crouching down to start on her boots. They go right up her calves under her jeans. “These are nice boots.”
“Thank you,” she says breathlessly from above me. She’s propped herself up so she can watch me, and her eyes are running over my body trying to take it all in. “You’re so fucking pretty,” she whispers — I think more to herself than to me, but I don’t mind hearing it.
“I like your body too.” I run my fingers down her calf muscle, digging into her flesh a little as I remove her boot. “A lot.”
She whimpers softly, and I toss the boot aside so I can take off the next one. I rake my fingers down that leg too, just for the reward of her sexy murmurings.
She lies back as I rise, and I hook my fingers over her belt. Our eyes lock, and she nods. “Do it.”
I unbuckle it and snap the leather back before unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down over her curvy hips and thick thighs.
Her jeans quickly lose my interest when I see the dark patch on her cute pink panties — that gorgeous mark of moisture takes up damn near the whole crotch region.
I toss her jeans aside and fist my cock as I stare. “You’re pretty wet, baby.”
“I’m about as wet as you are big and hard,” she whispers, eyeing my cock with an alarmed expression.
I ease back and do my best to tuck my giant cock away before she freaks out. “Don’t worry about that. I won’t do anything you don’t like.”
“Okay,” she says with a nod.
“Tell me what you want, Lana.”
Her eyebrows rise up her forehead. “Oh. I wasn’t expecting that question. I put some things in the wrong order, and I left that off the list. I told you I didn’t do this much. I need to think about it. Um…”
She’s clutching her little notepad as if it’s a lifeline, and I tilt her hand so that we can both see her list.
“It’s okay, there’s no rush,” I say in my calmest tone. “We’ll just go back and review. What does this one mean?”
“Check for condoms.”
I nod. “That’s an excellent point. Do you have any?”
She points to her handbag. “In the side pocket.”
“Phew. I really like that you plan for things, Lana, because I was not planning to fuck anybody before I met your sexy ass, but I don’t know if I’ve ever been more charmed by a woman.
Having to pull back now because of a lack of equipment would have been so fucking regrettable.
” I fish a whole string of foil wrappers out of her bag.
I hold them up and meet her eyes. “How much sex were you planning to have on that blind date?”
“I don’t know,” she says, unabashed. “I wanted to allow for breakages and that kind of thing. Dropped rubbers… I didn’t want to be picking hotel lint off something before it went inside me, so I figured an ample supply was the ideal contingency for untoward circumstances that could impede any fucking.
I want to get laid, so it’s in my best interest to minimize any potential hurdles I might encounter before the event. ”
A smile creeps onto my lips. “I love the way you talk dirty.”
Lana smiles, but not with any great certainty. It kind of wobbles on her lips, as if she’s not sure about what I’ve said. “Are you teasing me?” she asks.
“No. You literally just said you wanted to get laid so badly that you did everything in your control to get it. That’s fucking hot. And you’re also sexually responsible. I like it.”
The truth is, I’m loving the way she phrases things and that she’s so open and honest every time she opens her mouth. For the first time in my life, I feel like I can speak freely without fear of judgment, and it is seductive stuff. “I mean, I really like it, Lana.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks flush sweetly, and my cock smears pre-cum on my leg as it strains where I’ve pinned it.
I clear the lust from my throat and review the next thing on her list. “Tell me about this eyeball-looking circle next to the zero, babe.”
“In this context, it translates to: seeing each other naked,” she informs me as her hand absently runs back and forth over the soft bedcover. “We’ve sort of covered that part,” she adds, glancing at my dick and then leaning closer for a better look.
I snap the waistband elastic on her panties. “Not quite.”
She hurriedly covers her crotch with one hand, and her eyes get a little wider as she grips her notepad tight again. She glances at her list, and I squint to read the additional notation.
I lean in close enough to smell her arousal through the fabric and her fingers.
She smells good enough to eat, and I swallow back my urges as my mouth waters.
“Does your shy reaction have something to do with that next bunch of squiggles?” I ask, nudging her upper thigh with my nose and giving her a little nip to help her forget why she’s trying to hide her pussy.
“Maybe.”
“Maybe yes, or maybe no?”
Lana sighs and stares at the ceiling. “I’m going to go out on a limb and trust that it won’t change anything, but I know what a lot of other women do, and I don’t want to be disappointing.
It’s just… I like my life to be as efficient as possible.
It’s a personal choice and I hope it won’t bother you. ”
I stare at her for several long moments and then shake my head. “Nope. I am lost as fuck. What are you talking about?”
Lana presses her lips together as if she might die with the secret, then she closes her eyes and blurts out, “I don’t shave.
Or wax. Or any of that stuff. I don’t do it.
Any of it. Not my legs, not my armpits, not my pussy.
None of it. Saving the four minutes and twenty seconds required for the daily maintenance is more important to me. ”
I drop my gaze to her legs and really notice the fine blonde hairs there for the first time. I run my hands over her smooth skin. No prickles. I do it again and then launch myself upward. “May I?” I ask, gently taking her wrists and guiding her to extend her arms over her head.
She doesn’t resist, just watches as I stare and then lower my face to nuzzle the tiny little patch of hair in her armpit that smells of her deodorant and her.
She giggles and tries to trap me close to keep my beard from tickling her, but I pin her arm back up so I can take another look at the soft, smooth, and very feminine version of my own armpit situation.
“I can’t believe I’ve been alive for forty-two years and I’ve never even seen a woman’s armpit in its natural state.” I shift my gaze between her eyes and her armpit, feeling in desperate need of an explanation. “Why do so many women shave? This is sexy as fuck.”
Her eyes are so shiny with happiness that I steal her smile with a hungry kiss.
I roll with her until she’s on top of me, and I let her kiss me as much as she wants while I run my hands all over her soft skin.
I familiarize myself with every curve and slowly guide her downward by her hips, so she can grind against me harder in those wet panties while I imagine…
I roll back on top of her in a rush, and then slip sideways and shimmy downward until I can tug her panties right off. I watch her face as I position myself between her legs, making sure she’s okay with it. She spreads them wider to better accommodate my shoulders.
Her full crop of curls is a much darker gold than her head. She’s natural and wholesome and so, so wet. For a long moment, all I can do is stare at her. All of her.
She stares back at me, panting, expectant, frozen. Is she waiting for me to react? Does she think I’d take one look at her unwaxed pussy and rush for the door?
“You are so fucking beautiful you could never be a disappointment. Look at you.”
I gently spread her folds to open her hot, glistening cunt for my tongue, and I dive in for my first taste of her.
Then another. And another. I can’t help myself.
Her heady scent and sweet slick on my tongue are driving me wild — not to mention the way she moans and bucks her hips to receive the attention.
I suck her cute little clit into my mouth and tongue it as I push a finger inside her.
She crashes around the intrusion with a fucking wail, pussy squeezing and coating my hand in her juices.
She’s just full of wonderful surprises, and I hum with approval, her clit still pinched between my lips.
I thrust a second finger into her tight, twitching cunt to stroke her spasms from her until she’s a quivering mess on my bed — then I lick her clean as my reward.
When I come to lie next to her, propping my head on my crooked arm so I can gaze down at her pretty, blissed-out expression, she rolls her face into my chest and kisses me sweetly, until she nips at my nipple. I hiss, and she smiles.
“You’re good at this.” Her lips brush my skin as she speaks. “I’m glad your short answer was yes. Even though you made us wait this long to follow through. You’re worth the wait. Will you please put your penis in my vagina now? If it fits,” she adds, scrunching her face slightly.
She opens her eyes with apparent difficulty and directs her gaze downward, to where my cock is pressed against her thigh.
She shivers and squeezes her thighs together.
“You’re bigger than I was expecting,” she admits, her tone unsure.
“I should tell you that I have some concerns, but I’m very keen for you to assuage them. ”
I can’t help but smile. “Assuage, huh?”
“Yes,” she says in all seriousness. “You’re very good at making me feel better about things, and I have faith that you’ll do the same with regard to the concerns I have now, because I would very much like to commence the fucking.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since I met you, and after your epic performance in the cunnilingus department, I suspect it’s going to feel amazing. ”
Epic cunnilingus?
I don’t know why the formal versions of sexual words sound so fucking hot coming from her lips, but my balls kind of want to explode all over her when she says them.
“Tell me your concerns,” I rumble, my voice rough with desire. “Now. Are they on your list?” I look around for her notepad and try to pick up where we left off — before she got all distracting and naked and delicious.
“What’s this one? What does that mean?” There are several markings, but my gaze keeps returning to the capital V, and I suddenly feel on the verge of breaking out in a sweat.