Filling up the Virgin(58)

“Take my mouth, use it as you see fit and cum deep into my throat.” I had three fingers driven inside of me with my sticky residue now slathering over my fingers. This was where his cock should’ve already been.

“You have such a sweet mouth and a girl like you should always have a cock inside it. I can feel it coming and I want you to join me in a moment that will live in infamy in both of our minds. Suck it…suck it harder…pull my balls and make me cream inside that young….oh so very young…mouth… AHHHHHH.” I could almost taste him and it brought to mind those few guys that had been privileged enough to hold my hair in their hands and deliver a deposit that was worthy of a girl with my skills.

“I just took your load in my mouth. I’m stroking you back to a stiff one. I’m spreading my legs and letting you slide down between my heaving bosom. You leave a trail of what little bit is left inside your balls. You grab me from around the thighs and you plunge solidly and with no mercy to make me cry out in passion. You slap against me, as you pound me harder and harder into the mattress with my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I scream and you look at me with this hunger that can only be satiated by giving me what I want.” I was telling him a tale that could have happened if he only let himself live a little.

“I feel my cock wrapped up in your tight little hole. I look down and see how the lips are caressing me on each stroke and I reach under and grab your ass to pull you towards me. There is no denying that you’re not going to get away. I drive like a piston from a machine, making your body bounce on that mattress, as you squeal with delight and throw your head back in obvious enjoyment of what I’m doing to you.” There was no way that I could handle that type of dirty talk without touching on the pleasure that was currently in reach.

“I’m cumming…do you feel me cumming all over your meaty cock? Do you love the way that my juices run in rivers down the length of you and cover your balls? I’m cumming for you…only for you… YESSSSSSS.” I twisted and turned, letting my passion unfold naturally and I lay back with a satisfied air surrounding me. I wanted the real thing and there was no substitute for that first time encounter. This was the next best thing, but it was likely a pale comparison to what it would be like if he was here in person. His body would be glistening and his eyes would be showing this intensity that made me aware that this was not the only time that we were going to bring each other to the pinnacle of pleasure that night.

“Thank you.” It was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep and I knew that after such an explosive moment that I would have the sleep of the angels.

Chapter three

I suppose I should’ve been surprised when I awoke to find that he was no longer there. I knocked and there was no answer. I went downstairs and found my truck already sitting in the very spot underneath the room in which I had slept with visions of him running through my head.

“He told me to tell you and I’m sure that you’ll understand that in another life and in another time that it might’ve been possible. I normally don’t concern myself with other people’s business, but for $50.00, I’m more than happy to relay a message. I also have this letter.” The manager was this balding idiot with a stained blue shirt that looked like he had slept in it.

I walked out into the parking lot and I couldn’t wait to tear into that piece of paper. “Last night is something that I will cherish. I wish that there could have been more and I’m sure that you feel the same way. We gave each other something to hold onto. You still have your whole life ahead of you and a future that is probably ripe with a lot of guys standing in line to be with you. I can only hope that you’ll find the happiness that you deserve. I know that we have only known each other for a short time, but I feel that it’s been longer than that. I was tempted to knock on your door this morning, but I have this funny feeling that I would never be able to keep my hands off of you. I wish you all the best and that all of your dreams come true.” He signed it with the letter A. It brought to mind the symbol of adultery that women wore when they cheated on their husbands back in the old days.

I breathed deeply and turned my face towards the sun with the heat now touching my cheek. I had a few more days and I was going to make the most out of my time.

I stopped off at various places along the way, talking to complete strangers with the words of my fantasy lover continually echoing in my ears. A stranger was only a person that you haven’t met. I learned that they all had stories and I lived vicariously through each and every word. I even stayed in this little old ladies house, so that I could listen to stories of her late husband, a war hero that had seen his life snatched away from him at an early age. She never remarried and she confessed that she believed that there was nobody out there that could hold a candle to the one that got away.