Saturday Morning Touch

It was her routine to jog through the park early Saturday mornings.  She’d done it for years to get through the park and back home before the tourists and crowds came and filled the shaded sidewalks.  But one Saturday she’d been late.  She’d  found herself there with the rest of New York City and she’d been annoyed with herself and angry for most of her jog until she’d passed the fields where a group of guys were playing touch football.  It had been a hot day, the sun high in the sky.  They had their shirts off and their bodies had glistened with sweat in the sunshine.  She was in her mid twenties, unattached and she enjoyed some eye candy on occasion.  She’d smirked to herself as she slowed her pace and watched them, pleased by their masculine bodies all dirty and muscular.

            But it was his laughter that had pulled her eyes from the mass of gorgeous flesh to his face.  She’d nearly tripped at his brilliant blue eyes that she could see even at this distance.  And his smile…it did something to her.  She felt her insides stir and a deep want start to growl in her belly.  His smile, that flash of white teeth and his deep rolling laugh as he slapped his buddies on their shoulders and backs, made her wish she could tackle him.

            She made her way to some of the benches not far from where they were playing and pretended to tie her shoe and take a rest.  In reality she was out of breath but it wasn’t from her run.  She sat watching the good natured horse play and found herself smiling when he smiled.  He was the picture of perfection, his male physic told her he worked out often and paid attention to what he ate.  He cared about his health.  This made him even more attractive to her.  If she wasn’t watching his mouth or eyes, laughing and smiling, she was watching his muscles ripple beneath his stretched skin.  Her fingers itched to touch him.  Even though he was covered in dirt from all the goofing around and wrestling on the ground for the football, she wanted him just the way he was!

            She’d made herself get up and leave after a few minutes so that he wouldn’t see her staring at him.  But the following Saturday she found herself moving a little slower in the morning so that she ended up in the park around the same time as the week before.  And there he was; horsing around with his friends, his torso bare and streaked with dirt.  And every Saturday for the next month was the same.

            This week she just couldn’t get up and leave until the very end.  He’d consumed every single spare moment of thought that she’d had all week.  And she just couldn’t seem to move when she saw the game was ending and the guys were going to start leaving.  She felt her heart racing, wanting so badly for him to notice…her breath caught and her heart stopped.  While saying goodbye to his friends he’d looked up and had caught her gaze.  He smiled, his eyes looking right into hers.  He saved her from instant death when he broke their gaze to wave at the last of his buddies, her heart restarting.  And then he started towards her.  It was then that she noticed a duffle bag on the bleachers a few tiers down from her, a red shirt thrown on top.

            He walked towards her, the sun lighting up his tanned, toned skin.  He stopped in front of the bleachers and squinted in the sun, grinning at the beautiful girl he’d seen watching him the last few weeks.  He could feel her eyes on him, knew it was him that she was watching.  At first he’d thought maybe she knew him.  But after wracking his brain he knew that they’d never met.  Her face was unfamiliar, but gorgeous and he’d started to fantasize about the mysterious woman in the park watching him.  He grabbed a towel from his bag and started to wipe the sweat from his chest.  He was slightly surprised by the look of hunger in her bright green eyes.  With her watching so close he felt blood beginning to divert south.  He was intrigued and curious, incredibly turned on.  Without a single word she had his full attention.

            “You like football?”  He didn’t know what else to say.

            Her heart leapt at his warm voice.  It did things to her.  But she calmed herself enough to play it cool.  “Not particularly.”  She watched him raise an eyebrow and she couldn’t help but laugh.

            There was no mistaking the fire in her eyes.  Was it that simple?  He hadn’t thrown her any of his lines or even said more than three words to her.  He had a feeling she wasn’t like any other woman he’d met.  He figured it was worth a shot. 

“I have an entire Saturday afternoon with nothing to do.  Maybe you can change that.”

            Was this really happening?  She felt her clit throb with just the thought.  He had such a mouth watering body!  She was dying to see what he was hiding in his khaki shorts.  “I think we could find something to occupy you for the day…”  She smirked and brushed her long, dark ponytail off her shoulder.

“God that feels so good!  Don’t stop.  Make me cum!”

            He swallowed.  She looked like she was ready to eat him.  He felt himself starting to rise and he threw on his shirt and picked up his bag.  He then held his dirty hand out to her.  He watched her get up and quickly take it.

            On the way to his apartment they made small talk.  He was twenty six and worked construction.  He made good money as there was always some type of building going on in the colossal city.  She understood his hard muscles now.  He told her he didn’t work out too much anymore, his job kept him in shape.

            She in turn told him she was twenty five and an executive assistant at an advertising company.

            “No boyfriend?”  he asked.

            “No time,” she answered.

            He nodded as the subway car swayed back and forth.  “You prefer filling your Saturday afternoons with strange guys?”

            She laughed.  “I’ve actually never done this before.”  She glanced at him.  “I mean…I’ve had a couple of one night stands…but never anything quite like this.”

            They were at his stop and they stood.  They headed up the subway steps to the city street and then walked a couple of short blocks down a pretty tree lined city street in Greenwich village.  His apartment was in a beautiful brownstone that very much resembled Carrie Bradshaw’s in Sex And The City.  It made her feel even more adventurous thinking of how she was living a life that resembled some of the characters from one of her favorite shows.

            They stopped in his kitchen and he dropped his bag on the floor near the door.  He opened the frig and pulled out a couple of bottles of water.  He handed one to her and leaned back against his counter as he twisted the top off and gulped half his bottle while never taking his eyes off her.

            Damn she was fine!  Her dark brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail.  Her face was gorgeous with her intelligent green eyes so bright, her high cheekbones and knock out smile.  Her tee shirt hid a pair of tits he was dying to see, to touch, to suck on.  Her legs were long in her short shorts, her figure perfect in every way.  He wanted to rip her clothes off but he didn’t want to move too fast for her either.  He was still in awe that this was real, that she was here and he wondered if she might come to her senses and change her mind.

            She sipped her water as he guzzled his and she could see him admiring her body from head to toe.  She was nervous but what made her tremble was not fear, it was lust.  She took the few steps to him and set her water on the counter behind him.  She pressed her body against his, watched him set his half empty bottle down.  She moved her fingers under the lower part of his red tee shirt and slid her hands along the warm skin of his waist to his lower back.  She moved her hands lower, down the back of his shorts and curled her fingers into the flesh of his ass.  He moved forward a little and she could feel his reaction as he began to harden against her hip.

            “I’m covered in dirt.  Don’t you want me to jump in the shower first?”  His voice was breathless and husky.

            She shook her head no as she leaned towards his mouth, grinding her hips into his and listening to his breath catch as hers sped up.  “I want you inside me, dirty boy.  Don’t make me wait.”  When her lips touched his, fire lit her insides and it raged beneath her skin.  She ground her hips against his, in awe of what she could feel.  His arms were around her now, pulling her closer as he groaned against her mouth while she pressed against his now rock hard dick.

            Her hands moved to the front of his shorts now and she nearly ripped off the button, prying them open.  She pushed them and his boxers down far enough for her to get her hands on him and she felt his breath catch against her lips.  She wrapped the fingers of one hand around his cock while moving her other hand underneath to play with his balls.  She started to stroke him lightly feeling him harden even more.  She watched him as his eyes lowered to watch her hands and what they were doing to him.  His shirt was in the way so he pulled it over his head, throwing it to the floor for a better view.  She played with his big, gorgeous dick and balls for a few minutes until he began to pull up her shirt.  She didn’t think her sports bra was very sexy but it didn’t matter much as he pulled it down, her plump, perky breasts now exposed.  He ran his hands over them, pinching her hardening nipples lightly.  She felt electricity shoot between her thighs as he played with her, her fingers once again stroking him.

            He was in awe that this beautiful girl, a stranger was so open and ready.  He was even more in awe when she looked at him and licked her lips before lowering herself to her knees.  He grinned watching her stare at his cock with a ravenous hunger.  She was going to devour him and he knew it was going to feel good.  He leaned back, his elbows on the counter, bracing himself for the pleasure that was about to overtake his body.  He watched as she continued to stroke him, lowering her mouth to first lick his balls.  An involuntary groan escaped his throat as her warm, soft but firm tongue sent him into the clouds as she swirled it across the sensitive skin of his sac.

            She sucked one ball lightly, moving her tongue back and forth before releasing it and moving on to the next.  She slowly moved her hand up and down his rock, hard shaft.  She could see him watch her for a few minutes before closing his eyes and leaning his head back as her mouth took him to a faraway place.  His muscles were tense already and she could feel a few drops of pre cum on the head of his cock.  She wanted to taste its salty goodness and so she slowly slid her tongue over his balls and up his shaft, pausing at the underside of his tip to play in the sensitive area there.  She felt his cock pulse several times as she licked and sucked the head.  She swirled her tongue around letting her saliva run down his shaft before she finally wrapped her lips around him and let him slide into her mouth.

   “Aw fuck!” he breathed.

            She pushed her face towards him driving him deep until he touched the back of her throat.  She felt his hand in her hair.

            “Aw fuck!” he said louder as she started to fuck his cock faster with her gorgeous mouth.  He moved his hips slightly, loving the way her wet lips glided across his rock hard dick.  He could feel the pressure as she sucked, felt her tongue dancing around his sensitive skin.  When she didn’t object to his movement he pushed himself upright from the counter and curled his fingers in her hair moving his hips as well as her head so that he was lightly fucking her beautiful face.  She looked up at him, her eyes filled with fire and he felt a jolt of electricity in his balls.

            She loved giving blow jobs.  She loved sucking a man’s huge, hard cock, feeling his pulse on her lips, playing with his balls until he exploded in her mouth.  But today she wanted more.  She let him fuck her face, felt herself getting wet, her body tense, sensing his enjoyment and pleasure.  But she wanted this hot stranger to touch her!  Thinking about it had her own hand moving down her body to her shorts, unbuttoning them and her fingers finding their way between her wet lower lips.

            When he saw her beginning to touch herself he took her wrist and pulled her up.  He backed her up the his small kitchen table, only a few steps away, and leaned into her, kissing her swollen mouth, his hands running over her beautiful tits, circling her hard nipples with his thumbs.  He felt her gasp lightly and he moved his hands over all of her curves, down her sides, over her hips, pushing her back so that she sat on the edge of the table.  He pulled at her shorts until they were on the floor, stepping out of his own.  He moved between her legs, wrapping his arms around her, leaning into her and pulling her body to his as he kissed her.  His cock was sandwiched between them and he could feel the soft cotton fabric of her pink panties.  He moved his hips, desperate to feel the friction, wanting to tease her.  He knew it was working as she moved her hips with his, her nails biting lightly into his shoulder, a small moan vibrating her lips against his.

            She felt him lay her down and pull his arms from around her.  His mouth kissed her neck, his lips brushing her skin lightly until he was at her breasts.  He rolled her erect nipple under his tongue, his hand playing with the opposite.  She whimpered and sucked in a breath as fire scorched her veins.  Her clit was throbbing and she knew her panties were drenched.  She writhed beneath him as he slowly worked his way down her belly.  The stubble on his face tickled and felt erotic all at once and she watched as he pulled one of his chairs over to sit in, while at the same time pulling her panties down her thighs.  A wicked grin popped onto her face as she realized she was lying on his kitchen table and he was about to eat her.

            He kissed and sucked her outer lips lightly, teasing her as his hands caressed her sides and over the soft skin of her abdomen.  He listened to her whimpering, her breath catching as she writhed on his kitchen table.  She was more gorgeous with her clothes off then she’d been with them on.  Her body called to him and his dick throbbed between his legs.  He liked how bare and smooth she was but for a small landing strip of dark hair, soft and neatly trimmed.  He let his fingers glide over it and felt her shiver with anticipation.  He kissed along her thigh now as he parted her lips with his fingers.  Every part of her was beautiful and her wonderful female aroma made his cock throb even harder.  She was absolutely dripping wet and he smiled a wolfish and hungry grin as he moved in to feast upon her hot, wet flesh.

            She felt her body rocket skyward the instant his tongue touched her.  “Oh fuck!”  She moaned in a drawn out breath.  She opened her legs wider for him, planting her feet on the edge of the table.  He licked and flicked his tongue all the way up and down her pussy, slurping and sucking her juices.  He circled his tongue over her clit before closing his lips around the hard little bud and sucking lightly.  She moaned again, her fingers entangled in his dark hair, gripping the edge of the table with her other hand.  He played with her, bringing her so close to the edge before backing down to make her wait.  He tongue fucked her while he rubbed her clit so lightly it was barely a feather touch.  But she felt it all and was very close to begging him to make her cum.  He moved lower then and his movements were tentative now.  It was almost like he’d been building up to this moment as his tongue moved closer to her ass hole.  He seemed to be gauging her reactions now, but she was so lost in the moment she was ready to let him do anything he wanted.  There were very few things on her “will not do” list.  She was thrilled that he was willing to play in such a taboo area.  She loved it!  “Mmm!  Fuck yes!”  She coaxed him on as he circled her ass hole with his tongue before licking his finger and playing gently.  The sensations that came from these nerve endings were intense and wonderful all at once.  She felt him loop his arm around her leg to reach between her legs and he started to rub her clit as he gently pushed his finger into her ass hole.  He then leaned forward to tongue fuck her again.  Her muscles were so tight she knew she was going to feel this tomorrow and all the stimulation in different areas had her right on the edge again.  This time she was not going to let him stop. 

“God that feels so good!  Don’t stop.  Make me cum!”

            He felt her body shaking, her muscles were locked, her breasts heaved as she gasped for air.  Her moans and whimpers were higher pitched and more desperate.  He felt her nails biting into his scalp.  He licked and fingered and probed and her body froze.  He grinned and felt the rush of energy as she exploded on his kitchen table, shaking and gasping, moaning and sweating, her insides contracting as she writhed in mind and body blowing ecstasy.  And to his delight he felt her gush intoxicating liquid on his tongue and down his hand.  She was gorgeous and magnificent and he continued to lick her and finger her until she couldn’t take it anymore and  she shoved him away.

            For a second she lay there gasping for air thinking she might black out.  Her body still trembled and waves of her earth shattering orgasm still rolled through her body.  She felt sticky against his table but she couldn’t move.  She was so glad he was patient.  She actually didn’t feel him near her or see him as her eyes were still closed.  Finally she opened her eyes and took a slow deep breath.  She looked down her body and found him with a grin, watching her, slowly stroking his dick as he waited for her to recover.  She slowly pushed herself up and got up from the table. 

“Holy mother fuck!”  She smiled at him.

            “Feel good?”  He asked already knowing the answer.

            She took the step between them so that she stood between his legs as he sat in the chair.  Her tits were at his eye level and she watched him as he stared at them.  “Not as good as it will feel to cum all over your big, hard dick.”  His eyes shifted to hers and he was smiling at her again.  She leaned down to kiss him, tasting her own flavor on his mouth, her fingers running through his hair as he continued to stroke himself.  “Mind if I take a seat?” she asked with her mouth still pressed against his.

            “By all means,” he answered breathlessly.

            She lifted her legs over both of his so that she was straddling him and then slowly lowered herself into his lap.  She took his dick from his hand and guided him to her opening.  She pressed the head of his cock slowly inside, watching his face as her hot flesh began to surround him.  His hands were on her thighs and his fingers pressed into her a little harder as she slowly sank her body over his, letting him slide inside with painful slowness, until every inch of him was buried deep inside her, dripping, hot pussy.  His eyes were blazing and his mouth hung open as she sat still for a few seconds, torturing him.  His fingers bit into her flesh, begging her to move and she laughed wickedly but finally started to rock her hips.

            He watched as her beautiful body fucked him slow and steady.  He could see his dick shine with her juices and the image just turned him on more.  She felt so good he just couldn’t keep his hands off her.  He ran his fingers softly up her hips and over her sides, along the curve of her mouth watering breasts.  He circled her hard nipples with his thumbs and then squeezed them gently.  He was rewarded with a soft moan.  He kissed her neck as he fondled her and felt her erratic heartbeat and breath.  He felt her arms curl around him and she pressed her body closer, her hot skin against his hot sticky skin.  He kissed up her neck and along her jaw until he met her sweet mouth.  He felt her push him back as she rolled her hips faster, her feet on the floor for leverage.  “Fuck!” he whispered as she pushed him quickly towards the edge.  He had to concentrate, shift his focus from himself onto her.  She was panting hard with soft whimpers escaping her lips as she held him close.  He could feel her body tightening again and knew if he waited long enough she would cum all over his dick.  “Cum for me again, baby girl.”  He was surprised when she stopped rocking and pulled away from him.

            She wanted nothing more than to cum again, only this time with his dick deep inside her.  “Get on the floor,” she ordered.  She wanted to ride him into oblivion and knew that being on top of him, his dick would rub her g spot until she detonated.  She watched him move quickly from the chair to the floor and for a second she admired his beautiful, fit body, toned and tanned, shiny with sweat and streaked with dirt.  She stood over him feeling powerful and she sent him a wicked grin as her hand slid down her belly as the other began to fondle her left breast.  Her fingers dove into her dripping, hot folds as she began to circle her clit and she lifted her tit so she could lick her nipple.  “Stroke your dick.”

            He lay on the cool kitchen floor and gazed at her in awe.  God she was so hot!  And so naughty!  He was beginning to really like her!  He could do nothing but give her what she wanted.  He wrapped his fingers around his dick, still wet with her juices and started to stroke it.  Fire shot through his body to his balls as he watched her bite her lip and moan.  He stared ravenously at her fingers as she rubbed herself, her body started to tremble.  She had her eyes closed now as she touched herself, giving him a beautiful, heart pounding show.  But suddenly her greens eyes were on him and she lowered herself, straddling him, taking his dick into her hand and sliding him into her pussy.  He groaned involuntarily as she started to rock her hips, the friction and heat scorching and blissful beyond words.

            “Oh fuck yeah!” he growled watching her gorgeous, perfect tits bounce over him.  He had to touch them and tease them.  She was driving him crazy with her slow steady motion and he had the sudden urge to fuck the shit out of her…hard.  He grabbed her arms and pulled her down, bringing her amazing tits to his mouth.  She was still moving, still fucking him slowly.  He moved his hands to her ass as he continued to suck on her nipples.  He then braced his feet on the floor for leverage as he started thrusting up into at an intense speed that satisfied his crazy lust.  He squeezed the flesh of her ass as he fucked her fast and hard, his balls bouncing against her.  He moved his hands from her ass to wrap them around her waist and he thrust at her with a ravenous fury.

            She had her mouth open as she gasped for air.  She felt the power and need as he drove into her, pounding her pussy with his huge, hard cock, sending her into the clouds as he rubbed her g spot perfectly.  He had his hands around her waist, holding her close as he grunted and groaned, his balls slapping against her ass, his dick rock hard and thick.  She was so close she could barely breathe.  Her entire body tingled and sparked, teetering on the edge.  She had her eyes closed tight, concentrated on that warm, vibrating feeling deep inside that was ready for release.  He grabbed her arms then and pinned them to her back.  She laid on him completely helpless, completely his as he thrust at her so deep and fast she was racing towards the edge now.  She felt herself begin to fall.  She stopped breathing for a second as the wind in her mind stilled.  And then she exploded.  She cried out, loud as she struggled to catch her breath.  Her body spasmed hard on top of him and she shuddered over and over, her moans continuing as he pounded her convulsing pussy relentlessly.  She wanted to brace herself, to hold herself up, but he kept a firm grip on her arms and wave after wave continued to roll like thunder through her body.

            Again he was amazed by how beautiful she was as she climaxed over him.  Her face was filled with the pain of pleasure, her cries and moans sending shivers to his cock.  He could feel her warm liquid gush from her body, on his dick, down his balls.  He was right there, so hard, so  ready.  He drove into her as fast and deep as he could, letting go of her arms and gripping her ass again.  Her cries and loud moans continued and he listened to her gasping for breath.  “Aw, yes, baby girl.  Fuck, you feel so good!  You ready for me?”

            “God yes!”  She moaned.  She opened her eyes and looked down at him.  She touched his face with her hand and began to thrust her hips back against him, the loud slapping of skin hitting skin echoing in the kitchen. 

“Come on dirty boy…” she coaxed with a wicked grim.  “I wanna feel your cock come deep inside me!”

            He felt the warmth burning on tip of his dick, felt the stirring deep in his balls.  His muscles ache, his brain was swirling.  The extra friction, her hips slamming into his had his heart nearly bursting.  His balls were tight.  All he wanted was to cum.  His next thrust burst the gates and the one after exploded the flood.  He felt his cock erupt, blasting his cum deep inside her hot, wet, soft pussy.  He groaned as she continued to slam her hips against him, drawing more and more from his spasming dick until her body sucked out every last drop.  She then collapsed on top of him and they lay on the floor panting and sweaty in a sticky puddle of their combined fluids.

            After a few minutes she moved off him to lie on the cool floor.  She sighed with her eyes closed, not realizing that she was smiling.

            “That what you had in mind?” he asked her, grinning when he saw her smiling.

            “What I had in mind?”  She opened her green eyes to look at him.

            “When you stopped and sat on the bleachers the last few Saturdays watching me?  That what you had in mind when you imagined fucking me?”

            Her smile grew.  “Reality is always better than the imagination when it comes to sex.”  She felt him laugh.  “I’d rather be fucked by a hot, hard stud than finger myself any day.  Especially when multiple orgasms are involved.”

            He turned his blue eyes towards her again, his brain imagining her touching herself, not just giving him a show, but actually giving herself pleasure.  The image had his now flaccid dick start to harden again.  “It would be nice to have something to do on Saturdays…”

            She smirked.  Was that an invitation?  She decided to play it cool.  “My Saturday’s are usually not so wide open.”  She waited for him to say something but he didn’t.  She ran her fingers down his chest towards his semi hard dick.  “But I wouldn’t mind rearranging some things.  I am quite fond of multiple orgasms.”

            He rolled to his side so that he leaned over her, his dick growing harder as she wrapped her fingers around him.  “Sounds like a pretty good weekend to me.”

            Saturday’s for the foreseeable future scheduled…they spent the rest of the first one in his bed.