I met Sean a few years back. We hit
it off pretty well upon meeting one another. Our first encounter was at a
record release party for a local artist. Sean introduced himself to me and
pretty much stuck by my side the whole night. I was there covering the event as
a freelance writer, while Sean, well, Sean was just there. Sean was a music
lover.
In a world where everyone and their
grandmother wanted to be rapper, singer, producer, or just be in the
entertainment industry period, Sean wanted no parts of it. He loved music, and
when I say music, I'm talking all genres of music. He listened to anything from
rap to rock and RnB to country. He knew everything from artists, names of
songs, to the producer, and even the year that songs were released.
After that initial meeting, I went
out with Sean quite a few times. Although proving to be quite the ladies’ man,
he was pretty much attentive when it came to me. We did average things like
dinner, movie, and lunch dates.
It took Sean about three weeks before
inviting me to his place. Each time that he would offer, I declined. In my
mind, I wasn’t ready for a hit-and-run type ordeal. As of that time, I was just
going to savor my little outings with Sean. He was utterly persistent about it,
but never to the point where he was a pest.
One night after hanging out, Sean and
I were walking towards my apartment. He always made it a point to walk me to my
door after we’ve spent time together. On this particular night, as we reached
the top step, I twisted my ankle, and fell on my behind.
Sean quickly attended to me and my injured ankle.
Not allowing me to walk, he scooped me up into his arms, picked up my keys,
unlocked the door to my apartment, and carried me inside. He set me down on the
sofa in the living room. Sean then went into the kitchen, and retrieved a zip
locked bag filled with ice. He placed my feet into his lap, and put the bag of
ice firmly on my swollen ankle.
Asking me if I needed anything more,
I told him no, and assured him that my ankle was fine. It was only twisted,
nothing major.
I turned on the TV as Sean continued
to masterfully massage my ankle. In the back of my mind I just knew that he was
going to make an attempt at staying over. It was only logical. It was a Friday
night and neither one of us had to work the next day. Oddly enough, around
ten-thirty, he began asking me about my ankle again. By this time, I felt
little to no pain. He made a comment about it getting late and suggested that
he should leave. I was in consent. I thanked him for nursing my ankle, walked
him to the door, gave him a goodnight kiss, and watched as he walked towards
his car.
The next morning, I was awakened by
my cell phone ringing. Looking at Sean’s name on the caller i.d., I answered.
He explained that he was calling to check on me and to see if I would like to
go get breakfast with him. I told him that I was only now awakening and wasn’t
in much of a mood to go out. He then offered to bring the breakfast to me, in
which I obliged.
Once we hung up, I rose up out of
bed, put my robe on, went into the bathroom, and washed my face and brushed my
teeth. I spent some time preparing my hair, and then proceeded to the closet to
find something appropriate to wear. When I reached the closet, I heard the sound
of my doorbell ringing. Sean had arrived with breakfast.
As we sat to the bar, we ate our meal
and conversed. When we finished eating, I grabbed the plastic plates and
utensils and threw them in the trash, and I placed the glasses in the
dishwasher.
I excused myself to go brush my teeth
again. As I walked by him, Sean made a sly comment about me being in my robe. I
froze, gave him a frisky look, parted the lower part of my robe, and gave him a
sneak peek of my legs before departing for the bathroom. A look of astonishment
came across Sean’s face, for he had never seen that side of me before.
When I came from the bathroom, Sean
continuously flirted with me. We exchanged a few words along with innocent
laughs. Unknowingly, time was flying by. Remembering that I had a few errands
to run, I brought it to Sean’s attention. He got up to leave. I followed as he
headed towards the door.
Abruptly turning around, he pushed me
back towards the bar, and untied the strap on my robe, exposing my bare breasts
and satin panties to him. I stood there in shock, not knowing what to do.
Placing his hands on my waist, he lifted me onto the bar. Telling me how sexy I
was, he then took my left nipple into his mouth. The feeling was so divine, as
he licked, sucked, and pulled. I placed my hand behind his head, arched my
back, and leaned into him, giving him full access to my ripened fruit.
Leaning down, I lifted his shirt up
over his head. He disrobed me, took my panties off, removed me from the bar,
and then carried me to the sofa. He sat me down and undid his trousers. I
pulled them down along with his underwear, allowing his erection to spring,
forth. I looked at his penis with glee, as it stared back in return, probing in
my direction. I reached out and touched it. Sean looked down at me as to
approve of what I was doing. I wrapped my hand around it and began to slowly
stroke it, admiring its length and girth.
Sean pushed my head back so that I
looked up at him. Slowly, he kneeled down until we were face to face. He kissed
me lightly on my lips, and then down to my neck. He had one hand on my back
with his fingers pressing firmly into my spine as if they were playing the keys
of a piano. His other hand glided across my breasts, alternating between them,
rubbing them up and down with the precision of a dj cuing up and scratching his
records on a pair of Technics 1200s. He placed his tongue on the center of my
throat and descended past my cleavage. He leaned me backwards and kept licking
until he got to my naval.
I felt myself wanting him to go lower
and watched as he did exactly that. Feeling the warmth of his tongue, I
reclined my head as it punctured my cave. It circled within me, causing me to
squirm and gyrate. To my delight, Sean sucked on my clit like he was inhaling
through a harmonica. My pink fluff throbbed and got wetter for him as he
created slurping musical notes with her. Sean kept at it. I was on the verge of
erupting. And then it happened; I held his head in place and released my
secretion onto his tongue. My body shook. My head was in the clouds.
Satisfaction was mine to endure and I was basting in its remnants.
Sean wasn’t done with me yet. He
paused for a moment before detaching my flaccid frame from the sofa. He turned
me over so that my knees were on the floor and my upper torso lay on the sofa.
The fabric was soft against my delicate skin. Taking me from the rear, Sean’s man
pole increased the width of my walls, fitting snuggly inside. His bow strummed
my twat like a cello. I screamed out, hitting notes rivaling those of a
seasoned opera singer. The more I yelled, the harder Sean gave it to me,
spanking me and pulling my hair in the process. Sexual bliss plummeted
throughout my body. I grabbed hold to the shear sofa pillows, squeezing then in
the palm of my hands. Sean lunged forcefully into me repeatedly. Sweat trickled
off of him and onto my back. He began a series of grunts and that’s when I knew
he was ready to cum for mama. I thrust my behind back into him, meeting his
finely timed strokes. Sean let out a masculine roar, pulled out of me, and shot
a glob of hot semen onto my back. He rubbed it on me with the head of his still
ejaculating penis, and then fell onto my back. Panting heavily, he remained
there for a few moments.
Whew, from that day onward, I let
Sean have my body whenever he desired. In my mind, my body had become his very
own personal instrument.
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