Not Just a Cupcake Story...

    After a long day of conferences, Jonah escaped to the bar where he met up with his colleagues.

   He sees a peculiar beauty's head on the bar,  looking miserable, and drinking bourbon whiskey.  He notices how striking she looks in this environment. She isn’t dressed to attract attention, she is dressed quite the opposite. 

   For a moment, she locks eyes with him across the room. She quickly averts her eyes. He takes a slow pull of his longneck, watching her. He returns his attention to his colleagues.

    Later that night, he couldn't sleep, sucking on an sleeping pill didn't help much.  He goes to the beach for a moonlight jog.  He sees her on the edge of the tide, looking distant, shivering, clad only in a purple chemise.

"I guess your date never showed up." He said, as he approached her. 

    Her face is all blotchy and streaks of black are down her cheeks.  Her eyes are all red and swollen. He didn’t realize what a tiny little thing she was. 

    "That fucking e-douche stood me up." She said angrily. She pummels him with her violent anger and heartache.

He wipes her face clean with the pad of his thumbs.

    "I was too naive and foolish to believe he would actually want to meet me."  She said, dejected.  "I bought this for him."

    "C'mon, Lets go."  He said, taking her hand in his.

*******

    In his living room, she stares at him curiously, as night shadows highlight his coarse stubble, drawing her toward it. 

    She caresses his cheek, as his lips is  presses insistently against hers. He held her possessively, his hands drifting over her sensuous curves. He has a runner's body, with a slight paunch. He untied her ponytail, and ran his fingers, through her hair.   She stands on the tips of her toes,  feeling dazed.

    He leads her to the dark and cluttered bedroom.  Moonlight filters in through the windows.

    He nuzzles her neck, letting her get used to his weight. His large muscular hands spans her petite torso as his lips skim her collar bone to her breasts.  He teases her cleft, kissing and licking alternately. He sinks lower, to the very heat of her.   He taunts her, caressing  her calf, kissing it softly, lightly,  trailing a path to her her thighs slowly.  She quietly giggles, feeling ticklish. 

    He sucks and tongues her labia softly, yet persistently, pulling on them gently.  She jolts at the sudden fusion of tongues and lips. Her hands grip the sheets relishing the sensations.

    He kisses her, mingling the sweet tang of pussy juices and saliva. He places her hand on his cock.  She gasps  at the enormity of it.

    She is fascinated with this thing pulsing in her palm. She rubbed the smoothness and the ridges around the shaft.  He groans.

   "If you keep on doing that cupcake, I'm going to cum all over you." He whispered in her ear.  She smiles, looking innocent yet mischievous at the same time. He orders her to wrap her legs around him, as he enters into her. 

    The head of his cock pressing against her soft wet lips, the the want escaping through her gasps and moans. Slowly she opens to him. Nibbling at the head, loosening across the rim, and finally swallowing the shaft in slow shuddering gulps. Savoring the throbbing fullness, and grasping for the motion they both know is to come...