The Beginning (4 page)

“Do you like this? Does this feel good?” He asked.

“Yyyyeesss oh yyeess” I barely whispered out.

“Do you know how fucking hot you are? God when I saw you walk on that stage I got so hard. You just looked like a sexy fucking angel up there and I knew I’d do anything to get you to have a drink with me. Now here we are, and I am kissing you and touching you and I can’t believe it. I am so lucky.” I was shocked at his revelation.

“Really?” I asked incredulously. Nobody ever told me they felt lucky to be with me, kissing me, anywhere near me.

“Oh yeah. It was so hard to be cool with you in the club.” His revelation tuned me on and made me feel confident as well. I reached out to grab him and pull him into me for more kisses. He responded with a low “ah” and came in closer me. I could feel myself arch my back more, and stick my tits out and into him and his hands as the rubbed them more. He pulled up my t-shirt over my head and went from whispering and kissing my ear, to licking me softly down my neck. The anticipation kept building as his hot lips moved down since I knew where they would end up. But he stopped and teasingly right before he got to my nipples, he just kissed around them, not touching any part of them. Then I felt nothing. What happened? Why did he stop? Where did he go? Is that it? I opened my eyes and looked down to see him looking up at me and smiling. He was now on his knees on the car floor between my legs.

“Hi” he said, and gave me the most knowing and sexy grin I have seen. 

“Hey” I answered back my voice low and throaty, and I grinned back like an idiot awkwardly not knowing what would happen next.

His looked changed and it got more serious. “Take off your pants.” He dictated to me. I was a little scared by his new demeanor but also excited. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off my butt. Once they got past my ass, he grabbed the belt loops and my panties with it and pulled them down hard. I wriggled out of my bra that was still hanging on my shoulders and was sitting naked on these warm leather seats. He was still kneeling between my legs on the floor of the SUV. I was panting and watching him and wondering what he would do next. It only took a few seconds to find out.

“I’m going to make you surrender to me in ecstasy” He told me more than he asked me but I squeaked out a “k.” He put his hands on my knees and pulled them apart a little more, he kissed up my left thigh to my newly shaved area and kissed the outside softly and an “ooooohhh” came out of my throat. Instead of staying, he moved his lips upwards and finally, thank god, he reached my nipples which were still aching and longing for his tongue. He put the left one in his mouth and rubbed the right with his fingers. He sucked my nipple and twirled his tongue around it while softly flicking at the other one. He pulled his lips away and softly ran his tongue around the outside. He grabbed both my breasts, pushed them together, and sucked both of my nipples at the same time. It was the most amazing orgasmic thing I have ever felt. Nobody had ever done this to me before and I writhed in ecstasy. I almost came when he did that and when he stopped I whimpered a little. I heard him chuckle that he teased me. “Don’t worry” and he began to lick my right nipple and continue to bring me to the brink of an orgasm that I was nervous and excited about. I had forgotten all about the driver, and wondered if he knew what we were doing or if he would hear me if I screamed too loud. However, I quickly forgot about this and went back to feeling good.

“I think you like your nipples sucked and bit”

“I do”

“Do you always go this crazy?”

“Mmmmm nobody has ever done it like this before…you’re the first.” And the best I said to myself.

“Good, well I’ll suck them anytime you want. But I have to get back to business down here.” And with that he moved my two breasts back together with his hands and sucked both nipples together again. He pulled, sucked, and made me go crazy. Once again, right when I was about to cum he stopped, pinched them, and began to move his mouth down my torso, to my stomach, circling my belly button with his tongue, his hands firmly on my hips. Right before he got the end of the line he grabbed my knees pulled them apart, even more and thrust his tongue deep inside me, and began licking inside of me so forcefully and aggressively that I started to moan loudly and quickly.

I have never had anyone give me oral like this and it was amazing. I kept my legs apart for him and let him have every inch of me that he wanted and he took it all. Then he started moaning also, making noises with his mouth and the buzzing sensation it created added to my pleasure. Hearing him make this sound inside turned me on even more; I’ve never known a man to enjoy doing
this
before. Could he really be getting off on it? After I couldn’t wait another second he stopped and I laid there with my legs quivering, Jonathan was holding them up and out in the air. He grabbed each ankle and placed each leg over each of his shoulders. This made them feel relaxed and weightless. I didn’t know what was going to happen next. He leaned in, grabbed me, and gently pulled me apart to expose my soft spot. I am sure it was huge and throbbing, and he leaned in and kissed it so gently that I shuddered, and then he pulled back, and did nothing, again I was quivering and waiting. He leaned back in, this time when he parted my folds he licked me again, and my whole body shook like jelly. This was the most pleasurable torture I have ever known. He pulled back and I wondered how many more times he would tease and how much more can I take of the intoxicating touch from a man I just met. Then he leaned in, but this time he said, “I want you to cum on three.” He put his lips around my pearl like a lollipop and sucked it. He starts to count.

“One” He pulled it in and out of his mouth.

“OH GOD”

“Two” A little bit harder now as he pulled on it with his soft lips.

This is it I can’t wait what comes after two, I can’t think.

“Three” and he just lightly took his tongue and licked the tip of my essence, I came so hard on three that my breasts heaved forward, and I grabbed them. My head fell back and this loud guttural moan came out from deep down inside me like I have never heard before. I shook, like an earthquake, and I couldn’t catch my breath. I panted as if I ran the fifty-yard dash and was covered in this glistening sweat and a tingle ran electric through my body like I put my finger in a light socket. It was the singular best orgasm I have ever had in my life and I’m sure it was written all over my face in glee and a silly grin. It felt like an hour that I languished in the after-glow of my orgasm and when I opened my eyes he was back to sitting next to me, drinking champagne and smiling a sweet mischievous smile. I turned my head to him and smiled, “Hi” he said.

“Hey” I replied. He handed a glass of champagne, which I chugged and it cooled me instantly and brought me back to earth.

“You’re home,” He told me, and I looked out the tinted windows and saw my walkup. Feeling a bit unsure of what to do, I quickly got dressed while he watched, drinking his champagne. I grabbed my bag and as I did, Marcus was suddenly opening the car door for me. I was again embarrassed and felt awkward and unsure how to proceed.

“Thank you for the ride home,” I said, “and it was nice meeting you.” My eyes were downcast on the pavement, as I was getting ready to step out of the car.

Jonathan grabbed my left hand and gave it a little pull forcing me to turn around to look up at him. “Lenox, it was my pleasure.” As he said pleasure, he pulled my hand up to his lips and gave it three small soft kisses. He held my hand and my gaze for a moment, then let it go.

“Goodnight.” I said and got out.

I pretended to put the key in the lock of my building, but I really stalled to turn around and watch him drive away. Off he sped.

Wow. That was the most amazing thing that has every happened to me, from the most intoxicating man I have ever met. It was more than the sex, it was the way I felt being with him. This pull I felt, he wanted me close and I wanted to be close to him. Even sitting next to him was enough, when had any other man been enough. I know what it’s like to want more from a boyfriend, from a man, but I have never known or felt like someone wanted more from me.

Thursday

My eyes fluttered open and it took me a moment to realize I was home, in my sublet, and in my bed. I felt a little fuzzy and wondered if last night was all a dream. Am I stripper? Did I meet a handsome man named Jonathan and have insane oral sex in the back of a SUV? Thinking about the oral again made my stomach do a flip and I knew it was all real. I went over the night in my head, slowly, each moment from the SUV and those kisses he had given me down to my breasts and as I thought about it I could feel the warmth and wetness down between my legs. Just thinking about it turned me on again. I pushed the covers off me, pulled up my t-shirt to my neck, and pushed down my panties. I closed my eyes and rubbed my nipples as he had and pretended they were his hands on me. I pulled on my nipples and pictured him sucking on them, I ran my left hand down to the sweet warm place between my legs and started to touch myself and try to recreate how Jonathan made me feel, with the memory so fresh it was easy. I was still turned on from last night and ready to cum for him again. I grabbed my right breast hard and pinched the nipples and found my center with my left hand and rubbed it back and forth, thinking about him, his tongue, and his breath all up in me last night. I knew I was going to cum really fast and rubbed it harder and counted in my head…one…pulled on my nipple with a twist and it felt good…two…and I could feel my fingers getting wet and slippery…and a moan and a three in my head and I came all over my sheets, again bucking against my hand and a firm grasp of my breast.  I laid back and caught my breath.  I never have done that before, to the memory of an encounter.

I showered quickly and threw on some clothes. I realized I have nothing to wear to work the rest of the week. I was hoping that with my $417 dollars I could buy some good shoes and clothes to wear. I didn’t know where to start, so I thought I’d head to the club and ask the day shift girls. However, as soon as I walked out the door of my building I saw a black SUV and Marcus standing next to it. Shit. I have on no make up and my hair is wet. I do not want to have Jonathan see me like this, but as I turned around to run back inside Marcus called out my name.

“Ms. Lenox.” and he pulled a crisp cream-colored envelope out of his breast pocket and held it forth for me.

“Thanks Marcus” and I walk over and take the note. “Is he in the car?” I ask.

“No Miss, he’s in a meeting downtown.”

Phew and I let out a big breath.

“Ok, well, thank you Marcus. Have a great day.”

“I am to wait here Miss.” Wait? Why would Marcus wait for me? I decide to end the mystery and open the envelope. The paper is a nice weight in my hand but very soft, I can tell it is very expensive. The note is handwritten:

Lenox

I thought you might want new some clothes for your new job so

please let me buy them for you.

Marcus is available to you to drive wherever you

wish to go today. Also, I am sorry

about last night.

J

Ten crisp new hundred-dollar bills fell out and into my hand. Holy Shit! I looked up and Marcus was smiling and holding the door open for me. I have no idea where to start. I climb into the back seat that gave me so much pleasure last night, and run my hands on the soft black leather. No trace of my oral gift is evident. I notice Marcus is sitting in the drivers seat just staring ahead, and waiting for direction from me. I reach into my jeans back pocket for the phone number Samson gave me last night. I dropped my cell phone the second week here in town, and was going to call him from a pay phone. As I look around though, I don’t see one. Crap.

“Marcus, I don’t have a cell phone so can we just drive around for a minute and look for a pay phone.” I ask.

“Here Miss.” He takes a large tablet phone out of his jacket pocket and hands it back to me.

“Thanks” and I call Samson. I think I woke him but when I tell him I want to go shopping, he perks right up, rattling off names and streets. In the end I just hand the phone to Marcus so he can tell him where to drive. The first place we go is a shoe store downtown. The sign outside says sizes 2-20. 20? I can only imagine. Inside I tell the clerk that Samson sent me, and he explains balance and the body to me, and what I need for the job I do. I end up picking a black pair with a high stiletto heel, and a small platform under the ball of my foot for support. It also has straps that crisscross over the top of my foot for more support and tie into a zippered back heel support. As I walk around the store in these shoes, I feel staggering, and able to run a mile comfortably. I bought a second pair, and chose the red over silver. The next store we go to is for lingerie. They offer every style, color, shape, and size you could think of. I know I want my signature look to be sexy, but classy.

The entire time I am shopping, I am thinking about Jonathan. Will he like me in this? Is this sexy to him? I am hoping to catch his eye if he comes in the club again. I decide to go with thick but silky and skimpy bikini panties with lace trim, and matching lace demi-cup bras. The next store has all kinds of “stripper” dresses and outfits. Crazy, sexy, slutty looks with a few elegant gowns line the walls, and racks. It took me an hour, but I managed to find five dresses that I liked. All of them as classy as you could expect in a place like this for the job I have. I also grabbed a silver sequin bag to keep it all in, and several pairs of crystal chandelier earrings in all colors to match my new outfits. I knew I was going to use Samson for my hair and make-up so I had no need to buy anything for else.