Sexy Story Submission: CONFIDENCE FOUND

[passionate1]

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Caution: Very Adult Content!
Word count: Approx. 4950

CONFIDENCE FOUND

My heart skipped and my body stiffened when Mark walked through the door of Rocco’s cafe. He was even more gorgeous than in the picture he’d sent me online. He was tall and confident and his eyes were the bluest I’d ever seen. He hadn’t seen me yet and a sudden wave of fear and self-consciousness flashed over me.

Mark’s hair was straight and blonde, his body lean and muscular. I cursed the humidity and quickly ran a hand through my frizzled hair. Living in the Deep South wasn’t kind to this full-figured, fair-skinned Irish girl. I never liked the climate even though I was born and raised here. I was contemplating scooting out of the chair and running when he saw me, our eyes frozen on each other—his probably from recognition, mine definitely from fear. Before I could move he was standing in front of the table.

“Melissa?” he asked quizzically. “The picture you sent didn’t do you justice, you look absolutely beautiful.”

A little shiver shot through me from his compliment and my apprehension eased slightly.

“Thank you,” I said, matter-of-fact. “You look nice too.” It wasn’t what I wanted to say. I wanted to tell him how gorgeous he looked; how every word he had written to me over the last few months filled my heart like poetry and how his increasingly naughty little missives had set me ablaze with desire. I didn’t say any of these things.

“Melissa, may I sit down?”

His voice shocked me out of my thoughts. I gestured for him to sit. He sat down beside me instead of across from me. I thought it strange and tensed at first, but lost all concern when he innocently brushed my leg with his hand. I was glad I’d shaved my legs, and glad I’d worn my sheer, sexy, summer dress. We talked quietly and stared into each other’s eyes for the next few hours; I barely touched my food. Mark’s little brushes and caresses on my bare skin turned from innocent to intense and, try as I might, I couldn’t help but respond. I wanted to close my eyes and moan out loud with his every touch. I knew now I wanted him. I wanted to kiss him passionately. I wanted to bring his naked body to mine in a loving embrace and feel his passion as I sensed it through his words and his gaze. Instead, I turned to small-talk.

“You know, that poem you wrote was great but the title kind of creeped me out at first,” I said.

“It was really just a coincidence. I didn’t know my title was your name. I guess I’ve always liked the way the name Melissa rolls off my tongue. Besides, your response was really touching; it made me want to meet you.”

“I like the way it rolls off your tongue too.” I couldn’t believe I’d actually said it. Chalk one up for the tigress inside me I thought, but I regretted saying it as it left my mouth.

The poem Mark posted in our online workshop was colorful, meaningful, and genuine. It made my heart flutter. He eventually attached a picture to one of his e-mails and I recognized his location. With the realization that we lived so close, our online relationship became more intense and intimate. We began exchanging little romantic and sexually explicit stories to each other. I’m much more outgoing online than in real-life. Mark had suggested the meeting; I would never have been that bold. Now, I was so pleased he had. He had set my mind at ease and was making me feel secure and safe in his presence and with each touch or caress of his strong hands on my skin, I wanted him more. I just wasn’t confident enough to really show him.

The sun was low and shining in my eyes by the time we left the restaurant but it brought some relief from the humidity. Mark walked me to my car and embraced me in a hug. I was a little disappointed we weren’t making other plans but, as taken as I was with Mark, I couldn’t muster the boldness to tell him. I mentally kicked myself for not making my desires known in the restaurant, and I feared Mark hadn’t seen the real me. The me that could count her relationships on one hand because she didn’t have the courage to take what she really wanted. The me that burned with desire for his touch. The me that wanted what she had never experienced—to have a man as wonderful as Mark desire and ravage her until she was drained and satisfied. This was my last chance to let him know what I wanted; show him a sign. He hugged me tight for a long time and when he brought me to arms length, he quietly asked if he could kiss me. I didn’t answer and quickly brought my hands up behind his head and pulled him to me hard. My knees wavered as I felt his lips pressing on mine and I nearly lost my footing. The kiss was so intense, so passionate, I wanted to take him home right then, and have my way with him.

I reluctantly ended the kiss as I sensed that we were starting to draw attention in the parking lot. We said our goodbyes and promised to write each other that night. He asked if he could see me again and I agreed. I secretly wished he would want to see me again that night. I had found my courage too late and I wondered if I would really ever see him again.

I was nearly home when my cell phone beeped. Mark had sent me a text message.

“My sweet treasure … will you dance with me?”

After this line were directions that I was asked to follow. For reasons still beyond me, and without responding; I decided to take the chance and, with a boldness that seemed foreign to me, I followed the directions to a small cottage on the edge of town. I knocked on the door and Mark gestured for me to come inside. I stood at the entryway and took it all in. He had obviously prepared the room for me.

In the cozy room lit only by endless tea lights, he moved to me. He was fully clothed except for his bare feet. I kicked off my open-toed heels as I moved through the doorway. I had enjoyed his company so much all night; his sense of humor making me laugh, his serious, open ideas and thoughts showing his sexy intelligence. At the restaurant, his soft, intense caresses and brushes against my bare legs and arms sent shivers of delight and anticipation coursing through me.

Now, we were finally alone and he brought me within his warm embrace. The hardwood floor was cool and slick beneath my warm, bare feet. The music soft, alluring, with a sensual energy impossible to deny as he gently took me into his arms. I already felt my body responding to him, heart fluttering, pulse quickening, and other telltale signs of arousal that made me blush in that instant. I slipped my arms around his neck and he easily tightened his around my waist. We swayed together to the soft music, his cheek resting against my soft hair and my mouth inches from his beautiful neck. It was the most completely comfortable feeling I had ever known. I was lost in his sexy breathing, and scent, and warmth. My nipples hardened, stretching the material of my dress and I knew he could feel the effect he had on me. I loved that he knew, but I was so incredibly self-conscious at the same time. Despite my shyness, I suddenly felt, I couldn't resist the delicious flesh he presented to me.

I moved forward and I pressed my lips to his neck, my breath catching at the soft warmth there. When I heard him murmur approvingly I became bolder, my lips moist and breath warm as I traced the contour of his neck to just below his ear, dropping soft kisses wherever my lips fell. His hands gently caressed my back, lulling me, encouraging me, and I knew that, as beautiful as these lingering moments were, I wanted more. I continued tracing his beautiful features, along his jaw line, hesitating on his cheek, and sweeping slowly, slowly up to his soft mouth.

I felt the incredible sexual tension in the air, I’m sure we both felt it pressing down onto us and demanding satisfaction, but we lingered, drew it out, let it build. Lips only fractions of millimeters apart, eyes locked helplessly, we shared the sweet breath caught between our almost-touching lips. I made tentative movements even closer, then pulled back just before our mouths touched; fueling the excitement and making Mark breathe even harder as I teased him. Finally, I could resist him no longer, and with one soft whisper of impatience, I brushed my lips across his--And we kissed.

I felt and smelled and tasted the kiss between us, lips and mouths slipping gently together, heads turning side to side to feel the silken warmth of our contact. I scraped my fingernails gently over the nape of his neck, pulled him tighter to me and felt his little hairs there stand up in response. Our mouths were opened but exchanged only warm breath before our lips closed teasingly again, tongues chaste and reserved. I restrained but was at the edge of self control. He nibbled at the fullness of my soft lips for long moments, and I longingly traced my own warm mouth across his. I could take it no longer and, as if by some shared voice, our mouths finally opened fully and our tongues met. The floor seemed to move beneath my feet as he possessed my mouth with gentle confident caresses. I felt the palpable restraint I had to employ to keep from losing control completely--I wanted him so badly.

Mark pressed furiously against my mouth and as our kiss became more urgent, more deep, I began to unfasten the buttons of his shirt. Each unfastened button revealed more of his well-formed, only slightly hairy chest, and I paused to move my fingers over the bared skin as it appeared. I could feel his heart beating just as fast as mine, and his small growls of desire matched my gasps of pleasure as his hands busied themselves sliding under my loose, flimsy summer dress. Our feet moved together sensually, mindlessly, still sharing the dance, but I could no longer focus on it. I found myself slipping into his touch, and had to will myself to concentrate. Concentrate--for I had arrived at the task of unfastening his belt. I finally pulled it free from the loops of his khakis, just as his fingers reached the swell of my ass under my dress. The thin silken panties I was wearing offered little resistance to his seeking fingertips and I moaned openly into his mouth as I felt the heat through my panties--skin against hot skin, the silk now binding his hand to my sensitive skin, not to be let go easily.

“Oh, Mark, what your touch does to me,” I whispered.

My fingers were busy as well though, and as I unbuttoned and unzipped the trousers, his focus faltered. His fingers stilled on my skin, surely waiting for the moment I would find his complete hardness. But I had to tease him just a little. I looked into his beautiful, passion filled eyes and shot him a devious smile.

Mark found my lips again, but the desire that seemed to press down upon him in the sweet, thick air was momentarily shifted. I grasped his waist more firmly and those beautiful blue eyes flew open. He looked a tiny bit startled and his balance faltered as I insistently eased him backwards. I pushed playfully against him with my hips. I guided him back, until his back and thighs reached the cool smoothness of the wall. His eyes softened in understanding and simultaneously filled with liquid passion when I made the bold statement.

“I want to be in control of your pleasure, sweetheart.”

My next kiss landed along his jaw line once again, slipping down to his neck once more then dropping down to his chest. I raked my fingers gently over both of his nipples and teased them with my tongue and gentle nips of my teeth. I left a trail of kisses spreading downward across his stomach until I finally reached the place I wanted to be. On my knees before him, lips at the level of his navel, moving downward but so excruciatingly slow that he surely understood why I had not touched him when my hands were so close just moments before. I wanted the first time I touched his beautiful sex to be with my eager, warm mouth.

He looked down at me as I move forward, his underclothes deliciously tented from the arousal I had stirred in him, and he watched as I slowly, teasingly, wetted the softness of my lips with my tongue. I’m sure he saw, in that instant, how incredibly hungry I was for him. My back arched as I slipped forward--eyes closing in complete and utter bliss as my mouth bumped the hard heart of him still held by the soft cotton of his briefs. We both moaned, mine a soft “mmm” and his, a deep, almost anguished growl of pleasure.

I held his hips firmly with my hands and did nothing more than breathe against him; inhaling the irresistible scent of his excitement. I cupped the shape of his hardness with my lips through the soft, now damp cotton. Again, I breathed him in, as I began gently stroking with my tongue, making the material wetter. I playfully, and ever so gently, grazed over him with my teeth as well.

“Ooh,” he moaned again as the sensation must have been so much heightened against the sensitive tip of his silken hardness.

Mark slipped the briefs from his body, firmly down to his knees, straightening back up and widening his stance the slightest bit. His penis was hard, swollen, erect and, eager before me. I needed no encouragement as my mouth hungrily moved forward, completely taking him in for the first time. He tangled his hands into my hair and gently urged me forward but held loosely so that I maintained control. His hardness filled my mouth and the feeling of it excited me even more than I thought possible. A moan escaped my throat as I was almost helpless with desire and need for him. I pulled back and looked up at him with anticipation before taking him into my mouth again.

He watched me intently and I could feel his gaze as I took him in. I pulled back and shot him a devious smile before teasingly licking my lips and again moving forward and slipping the hot ring of my lips around the swollen, hard head of his cock. I heard him exhale laboriously with the sensation of the velvet softness of my mouth, coupled with firm sucking pressure. I never anticipated the affect his reaction would have on me. I was performing such a selfless and submissive act as fellatio and I was getting as aroused as him. I felt his hands move within my hair and press on me, making me, with gentle force, take every bit of him into my throat. I moaned, partly from my mouth getting used to the fullness and length of him, and partly because I felt as if I was high with the pleasure of giving him pleasure. He stroked slowly in and out of my mouth with little moans of pleasure as I brought my fingers up between his legs, trailing over his inner thighs and the swelling and sensitive flesh of his perineum, and I pressed gently. I felt his body shuddering deliciously, and just before I sensed he was on the edge of delicious explosion, I stopped with only my fingers still connected to him, stroking slow and sensuous.

I continued this banter for several long minutes, edging him up, bringing him down. His moans, growls and gasps were the sweetest sounds I had ever heard. At last, I felt that neither of us could stand it any longer and began sucking and teasing in earnest, determined to feel his body rocked with passion and release. And with one final swirl of my tongue over the oversensitive head of his cock, he positively exploded. Salty sweet wetness jetted against the inside of my mouth, his body trembling and thrusting and striving to give me every last drop of his orgasm. I did not let go until he gently eased away from me, and he slid to his knees on the floor beside me.

I brought my mouth to his and we moaned together as our tongues shared the remnants of his sticky sweetness. One of his strong hands was tangled in the now damp hair at the base of my neck and pulling me eagerly to his open mouth. Mark began touching me again, pinching at the rise of my hard nipples through the soft, filmy dress, his other hand sliding over my thighs and making no pretense about searching for the front of those tiny panties.

This time I was the one to know the effect he had on me as his fingers slipped completely over my soft mound through my saturated silk panties. His eyes opened wide when he felt me, in disbelief that a woman could be so aroused, so turned on, and so incredibly wet. My panties were soaking, my thighs slippery, and all from the intensity of kissing him and sharing the first touch and taste of his sex.

My eyes closed and my head fell back with a complete cry of passion as Mark, with one sure motion, pushed the scrap of silk aside with those strong fingers and dove inside me, moving in and out slowly and sliding with gentle but sure circles over the erect, bud of my clitoris. He pressed his lips hard against me with his mouth open and tongue searching and we danced the rhythmic dance of lovers pressing into each other, moving, writhing and jockeying for better position. My body burned and tingled with pleasure wherever he touched me. He was touching, caressing, stroking and pinching by breasts through my dress with one hand while his other worked slowly around my inner thighs, along the outer lips of my vagina and, ever so caringly over my swollen and sensitive clit.

I was on the verge, climax and sweet release on its way. Suddenly he pulled back and took his hands away. I wanted to yell at him “don’t stop now!” but his piercing determined eyes and his sly grin told me he wasn’t finished. He reached under me and grabbed my ass with his strong hands and, as I held my arms around him, lifted me up to the edge of his plush leather sofa. Another sly look and he stood me up and lifted the flimsy dress over my head, dropping it to the floor beside me. I was wearing no bra and wide-eyed expression told me he was pleased at the site of my ample breasts, my nipples hard, pink and protruding. He cupped my breasts with his hands and then gently caressed them in slow circles inward until he reached both of my nipples. I instinctively arched my back slightly and moved forward at his touch. I was feeling weak in my knees again. He gently pinched my nipples between his thumb and index finger and twisted just a little. Waves of electricity coursed through my body like lightning emanating from my sensitive nipples outward and reaching all the way to my toes. I moaned so loud that I would have normally been embarrassed, but I didn’t care. Mark had found all my buttons and he moved over my body like a skilled craftsman, caressing my neck and shoulders, and just below my earlobes never neglecting to come back to my breasts, thighs and slippery pussy. I was lost in the moment and knew that I had found in him, a partner that respected me and took the time to explore my body.

Mark moved his hands down to my waist and began slowly rolling my panties down. I heard him take in a breath and exhale with a low moan as he exposed my closely tailored pubic hair. I had trimmed and shaved the area in anticipation of this night and Mark’s fluid eyes and pursed lips told me he was glad I did. Mark pushed my soaked panties down to my ankles and returned his hands to my ass as I stepped out of them. He again guided me down to the edge of the couch. He brought his lips to mine and, as our tongues met, his hands again found their places, bringing me quickly back to the verge.

My hips began to move, barely controlled, while I tried to match the rhythm of his hands. His mouth left mine and he slowly traced his lips down my chin and neck, and into the valley formed between my breasts. I moaned again as he circled his tongue around one of my nipples, flicked it, and even bit it just a little while he gently pinched and twisted the other with his fingers.

“Oh God Mark, that’s good,” I moaned, breathy and barely heard.

His mouth was moving again, downward over my breast bone toward my belly button. I knew where he was going and I shuttered with anticipation. I was ready to explode but I wanted to feel his tongue on me. I was breathing hard and little moans escaped with every exhale. I was there and one right move could put me over the edge. I felt his tongue glide over my pubic mound and then over my clitoris. That was the right move. I grabbed at the back of Mark’s head grasping his hair and thrusting his head into me.

“Oh Mark, your going to make me come,” I yelled but I was already there.

Mark circled his tongue around my clit, then sucked it into his mouth and bit down on it slightly while again flicking at it with his tongue. I was rocketed into space, hovering feet above my own body and suspended by tingling warmth.

“Ooohh!” The sound came raspy from of my mouth. My body shuttered as I wrapped my legs around Mark’s back and clawed at his head. Every movement of his tongue sent an electrical fire through my whole body. My head was back, my toes curled and cramped.

I regained my composure some in a few moments and Mark moved from my over-sensitive clitoris. He began kissing my inner thighs and caressing my arms. I looked down and saw that Mark was hard again. Although I was drained, I felt aroused at his hardness and I wanted more. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, tasting my own juices as our mouths opened and tongues mingled. I reached down and took his cock into my hands, gently squeezing and caressing. He let out a low moan as his own hands found my breasts and gently teased them. Our passion was building again. We continued kissing and fondling each other and within a few short minutes, Mark had brought me back to the launch pad of orgasm. But just as I was again on the verge, knowing it was going to happen, he moved back.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, with that sly smile again.

“Yes,” I whispered. A tinge of fear surfaced only to be squashed by curiosity.

Mark guided me to my feet and led me through the small cottage to the bedroom. Mark’s bedroom was nicely decorated in earth tones and neutrals. It was clean but manly—it definitely needed a woman’s touch. I sat on the queen-sized bed and mark retrieved something from a drawer in the bedside table.

“I’m going to put this on you and I want you wear these.” Mark had a blindfold in one hand and a set of headphones in the other.

Mark tied the silk blindfold, placed the headphones over my ears, and guided me back onto the bed. As I lay on my back in darkness, Mark moved to me and pressed his lips on mine. We kissed, passionately, open-mouthed as his hands explored my body. Through the headphones, Fiona Apple was singing “Slow like Honey” and I was being taken away to a place I’d never been. Without sight, sensations pulsed stronger as Mark caressed, rubbed, pinched and twisted ever-so-slowly covering me with tingling electricity from head to toe. Mark was circling my clitoris again by the next song, and his hands seemed to move to the rhythm in my ears. The songs became a little quicker—more intense, rhythmic.

I was writhing uncontrollably again and truly enjoying the sensation when Mark suddenly removed his fingers from their rhythmic orbit around my clit. They were quickly replaced with the distinctive feel of a vibrator. Mark busied himself with one hand alternating between breasts, caressing, pinching and gently twisting my rock-hard pink nipples; the other moving the vibrator over my pulsing clit and occasionally slipping it gently into me. There was something about the vibrator and the music…the vibrator was pulsing to the rhythm of the music! I didn’t know how but the vibrator was actually dancing with the music. It seemed to change rhythm and speed with every change in the songs; and each song became faster and more rhythmic. My heart pounded in my head and I might have been moaning out loud. I was definitely moaning on the inside. My hips were moving on their own and I was running my hands over mark’s strong arms and down his rippled stomach. I found his hard cock and held it, pulled it, wanted it inside me.

The vibrator now hovered and circled over the folds of my dripping wet pussy, concentrating into slow little circles around and over my clit. My body shook and burned with every pass. I was in a world where the music was in my body and sending electric fire coursing through me with every beat. I was there on the verge again, I felt my body starting to shutter and convulse. I was pulling at Mark’s cock hard, trying to signal.

“I want you inside me, NOW!” I growled so loud that I could hear myself through the head phones. My face burned hot with the embarrassment of my own assertiveness but Mark was moving. In my dark, sensual world I could imagine that sly smile on Mark’s face. He knew my body and held me at the edge of climax but he couldn’t hold me there much longer. I was coming with or without him inside me but I wanted to feel him filling me, pushing apart the tight slippery walls of my pussy.

I felt the pressure of the head of Mark’s penis on the outer folds of my pussy; the vibrator still pulsing to the music and circling my clit. My hands were grabbing at Mark’s ass, clawing and pulling him toward me—he wasn’t moving.

“Give it to me!” I yelled as I pulled at him and thrust my hips forward. I couldn’t believe I was saying those things but I was beyond embarrassment and didn’t care.

Mark’s mouth was on mine again, our tongues dancing hungrily on their own. His cock nudged my pussy and then he thrust deep into me. His cock filled me and I clinched my pussy around him as I squeezed my legs together. I was moaning again and thrusting my hips forward to bring my clit into him. The vibrator was still there, pulsing and bumping with the music in my ears. My whole body rocked with vibrations and electricity. Mark moved quickly, his cock thrusting in and out, side to side. I curled my legs up and wrapped them around his ass while my hands clawed at his back. The pulses kept coming—I was coming, and it seemed to go on forever, only the rhythm of the music keeping time.

With one final thrust, Mark exploded inside me and let out a groan so loud it penetrated my musical isolation. His movements slowed, and it came as a sweet relief. I was oversensitive and jumping at every movement or touch to my clit but enjoying the afterglow. After we lay motionless for a moment, mark removed the headphones and blindfold. We stayed there for awhile staring at each other—his eyes blazing azure.

After I showered and found my dress, we sat and talked. He asked me to stay the night but I had a long drive to an out-of-state job the next day. I finally worked up the courage to ask Mark what kind of vibrator that was and he told me it plugged into a music player and he had bought it online line in hopes of using it with me. I didn’t say anything more about it to him but I planned on coming over to his place often to play with him…and his toys. Right then, I resolved to lose my apprehensions and courageously go after whatever I wanted. And from that moment on, I wanted Mark.
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So, what do you think? Did this do it for you?
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I have lived a productive life and found it passionless. Now I pursue passion productively.

[sliquid]

Love it! exactly what i was looking for.