Story Time San Francisco Ch 02

Maribeth pushed herself hard against my body, her hands caressing my shoulders and biceps. I knew that she loved feeling the muscles of my arms and abs and so rather than rush things, I allowed her to take the lead.

I'm no expert on how women view the male body, and though Maribeth has tried on several occasions to describe her feelings when she looks or touches me, it's still somewhat of a mystery. Maribeth has used the word "power" a number of times, but I get the distinct impression that this word has multiple meanings to a woman.

Clearly, men are physically bigger and stronger. Our musculature is more defined and sharpened. But I sense that "power" has a deeper meaning to women than what is physically obvious.

Maribeth has commented on a sense of well-being that emanates from feelings of being "protected and safe." She's also used the word "power" to describe masculine self-confidence and assuredness, so I suspect that like so many things wrapped in the female psyche, it's a Gordian Knot of impressions.

I had just finished telling her about a rendezvous that I had with a woman named Jennifer a few years back, but I hadn't gotten very far into the story before a very aroused Maribeth had chosen to interrupt.

While her hands were busy caressing and kneading, Maribeth's face was buried in the hair of my chest. She was kissing her way through the sparse forest until she found a nipple and began chewing on it with her lips. Soon, the tip of her tongue was brought into play, and I told her that the feeling was very pleasant.

Sometimes I think that a woman's nipples are directly connected through her brain to her pussy because I have aroused a number by just breast and nipple play. However, that doesn't seem to be the case for males, at least not me. While I find it pleasant, it doesn't transmit anything to my groin and if Maribeth thinks she can arouse me this way, she's about to be disappointed.

I am, however, enjoying her attention. Soon her lips move to my flat stomach and she seems to want to occupy her attention by running her tongue along the ridges and valleys of my abs.

For all of my adult life, I've tried to stay in good physical shape. For years, a five mile morning run before breakfast was my normal routine. As I got older, the runs became less frequent, but generally longer, plus I began some weight training on a more regular basis. The net result was that, bodywise, I think I looked pretty good.

As Maribeth's lips moved lower, her hands slid from my shoulders to my lats and I felt them explore the terrain. As she slid past my navel, her lips encircled the slight depression and her tongue busied itself in its depth. It was while she was so engaged that, for the first time she began her downward journey, I saw her raise her eyes to catch mine.

The gaze lasted for just a few seconds during which time she could clearly see the pleasure and contentment on my face. Then dropping her eyes again she kissed her way to the intersection of my legs and my torso.

Maribeth has explained that male pheromones are strongest in this area adjacent to my ball sac and she immediately buried her face in this spot. I could feel her tongue swipe over the skin as her lips both kissed and nipped. Up until now, Maribeth had been silent, but as she inhaled my aroma, she was mewing with increasing audibility.

Finally, coming up for air, she scooted back into my arms and exclaimed, "that was wonderful, you smell soooo good!" Then taking my hand, she guided it between her legs and pressed it against her. She was sopping wet. "See what you've done?" She scolded. Since, for the last twenty minutes or so, I hadn't hardly moved, I said I was taking no responsibility for her condition.

Maribeth scrunched up her face and punched me in my shoulder.

"I think you need to be punished," she said. "So now you're just going to have to wait."

Sliding down to where she could comfortably rest her head on my shoulder, Maribeth pulled the covers over us and said, "I want to hear the rest of the story." Perhaps as an additional inducement her hand slipped beneath the sheets and wrapped itself around my still flaccid cock.

Well, I had left the story just as Jennifer had taken my load in her mouth and had savored it all the way into her belly. Since I was clearly "out of the game" for awhile and the dinner hour was upon us, we got dressed and Jennifer used the bathroom to put herself back together. When she emerged, she looked great.

The big surprise was when she leaned up for a kiss, I tasted musk where I expected to taste mint. Jen looked at my expression and smiled, "I want the taste of you as long as I can." I smiled back and kissed her again.

My convention was located in a hotel a couple of blocks away, so I was a little reluctant to take Jennifer to any of the nearby restaurants, so I ordered a cab and instructed the driver to take us to Jack London Square.

Jack London Square is located across the Bay Bridge on the waterfront in Oakland. While there's always the possibility that someone you know can appear just about anywhere, I thought that most, if not all, would be dining in San Francisco, not Oakland.

While there are several good restaurants on the Square, my favorite was actually more of a pub. The "Call of the Wild," had seemingly been built when the original plaza was constructed in the 1950's, and it retained that rustic charm, but it was definitely not "dated."

When I had dined here in the past, I had found the clientele to be eclectic to say the least. Writers, artists, young professionals and sometimes hippies and bums were well represented. The lighting was subdued and Jennifer and I found a nice secluded table in the corner of the dining room.

The menu was diverse. A fair amount of seafood, some pub fare and a few unique "specials" made the choice a difficult one. Eventually Jen ordered Mussels and Clams, and I opted for Irish Stew. As we waited for the food, we sipped a nice merlot and talked about how great it was to be together again. I made it a point to express my gratitude for the marvelous welcome that Jen had provided. She laughed and hinted that "you ain't seen anything yet."

Dinner met all reasonable expectations and we enjoyed the ambience and occasionally watched other diners come and go, again marveling at the diversity of people drawn to this particular place. As I expected, we saw no one that would have recognized either of us.

The cab ride back to Jen's hotel was eventful only when three police cars rushed past us on the Bay Bridge, horns and sirens blazing, but once past, we knew not where or why they were speeding so fast.

This was planned to be the only day that I would not be spending the night, as I would be hosting some clients early the next morning, but I was anxious to return the favor for the fantastic welcome.

Once back in Jen's room, we embraced and I felt her press her tongue into my mouth. I pushed back and soon we were duling. When finally, I broke the kiss, I pressed my rough cheek against Jennifer's soft one and whispered in her ear, "I want to eat you for dessert."

I felt her lips kiss an ear and she responded, "ummmmmm, that would be lovely, I'm told you may be talented."

Still fully dressed, I guided Jennifer to a large easy chair in the corner of the room and pushed her into it. Then dropping to my knees, I pushed her dress up to her hips, revealing her pussy. "You seem to have forgotten panties," I observed. "Oh my, did I?" was Jennifer's response. "Saves you a step, I guess."

Indeed it did save the step of removing panties, so my lips immediately began to kiss their way from Jennifer's knee along her bare thigh in the general direction of her pussy. Her alabaster skin was soft and the scent of her arousal was intoxicating. I stopped short of my goal on her left leg in order to repeat the process on her right one.

I know I'm not alone in my attraction for "female flesh." But women's skin is particularly attractive to me. It's sublime softness I'm told is the result of a subdermal fat layer, but that sounds pretty clinical to me. I just like to think that God designed them that way.

In Jennifer's case she did have tiny blond hair on her legs, but it was almost invisible and hardly worth mentioning. My lips slid easily across her skin and my tongue tasted her femaleness. Can I find words to describe this flavor? No. But it was intoxicating.

I had been teasing Jennifer for a while. My kisses and caresses had come close enough to her center that I could feel the warmth of her on my cheek and the amoma of her arousal in my nose. A couple of times she seemed to guide my head toward her pussy, but when I didn't bite, she just laid her head back on the chair and let me dictate the pace.

I had eaten Jennifer's pussy many times, but this was the first time I had remained fully clothed and Jennifer was as well. I had pushed her skirt up her legs, but it was still there, framing her open legs and the delicious "nothingness" that rested between. Her arousal was becoming visible both in the slight parting of her vaginal lips as well as the sheen of moisture that coated them.

Having advanced down her leg to the gates, I began to slow kiss my way back towards her knee, when I felt Jennifer's hands grab my head. I heard her moan, "no more...oh God, no more," and she pulled my face against her pussy. Oh, for me, the taste and texture of her, combined with the intoxicating aroma of her sexual arousal overloaded my senses and I dug in with enthusiasm.

My nose was pushing against the general area where her clit was, while further down, my tongue was slipping through her sparse blond pubic hair and worming its way into her crease.

Apparently this initial contact was what the lady desired. Jennifer threw her head against the back of the chair and let out a long "yesssssss ...yessss ...yess." Her palms were pushing on my head and I was aware of her soft thighs clamping me on the sides of my face.

Back in our bed, I felt Maribeth shift her position and her hand let go of my now firming manhood and slipped between her own legs. I paused the narrative long enough to raise my eyebrows in an unspoken question, and she responded, "this is making me so wet." Her fingers must have reached her target because I felt her body jerk and then she let out a soft sigh. Apparently it was her intention to continue her own self abasement, so I just pulled her closer and resumed where I left off.

What can I say about the taste of an aroused woman? I found the soft skin on the inside of Jen's labia to be slick with her juices, and they soon covered my lips and tongue. The words "sweet" and "musky" are descriptive but the subtle combination of these two sensations seemed to change as I drove Jennifer up the arousal scale.

No two pussies are exactly the same. Some have prominent labia with large hanging lips, others have almost none and present just a slit bisecting the space between their legs. Both Jen and Maribeth sported this "innie" style which, I personally, preferred for aesthetic reasons.

Another major difference is both the size and the accessibility of the woman's clit. Maribeth's is easy to find and feels like a hard nub when I run my tongue across. Jennifer's is smaller and needs to be coaxed out from it's hiding place under the clitoral hood, it feels softer too, but when exposed, she seems to derive just as much pleasure.

The tip of my tongue was still probing through Jen's slit to begin the search for this elusive target when I felt her body tremble and then go rigid. I paused and let the pleasure waves I could feel beneath her skin ripple through her. I wasn't being pushed away, so I was content to just wait for her to float back down. A minute later, I felt her relax and she emitted a long sigh and I took this as a signal that I could continue.

While I could have used my fingers at any time, I hadn't chosen to use them other than to caress her smooth thighs, but after Jen's first orgasm I slid forward enough so that I could pull her labia apart. When I did so, I could see the rosy pink skin that surrounds the vaginal opening as well as Jen's clitoral hood, which was now partly retracted. I used one forefinger to stroke around the rim of her vagina and once it was amply coated with her nectar, I slipped it inside.

Jennifer's body jerked and her vaginal muscles clamped down on my finger. She murmured a long "ummmmmm," and she thrust her pussy mound forward pressing me deeper inside.

My embedded finger was much more aware of the vagina's contours than my penis, and I took some time exploring it with my fingertip which slid easily across the oily surface which is circumscribed with ridges and valleys. I wasn't in a good position to probe for the elusive G-spot, so I contented myself with just pushing with fingers as I used my lips to nip on Jen's clit.

When I felt Maribeth's body twitch, I looked down and saw her eyes were shut so tight that wrinkles radiated out from the edges. She gave a little "umpf" and her face visibly flushed. I bend down and was able to whisper just above her head, "if you keep doing that, this story is going to take forever." The lady opened her eyes just a tad and she responded with a very satisfied smile, "well, it will be worth it." A moment later, she scrunched back onto my shoulder and reached for my not so flaccid cock. "Is this story exciting to you too?" She wanted to know.

"Well, not as much as watching you," I responded. But I soon learned that it's best that you never try to be flippant when someone is holding your family jewels. "Do you want to hear the rest?" I asked, recovering from Maribeth's unanticipated response. The stealthy attacker assuaged me with a make up kiss and said, "you bet, I want to see where this is going."

"Well, you know that one of my favorite things is burying my face in your pussy."

"Yes, you have amply demonstrated that earlier this evening."

My tongue had found the little edge of Jennifer's clitoral hood and had pushed it out of the way permitting direct access to the little man in the boat. I had removed my fingers from Jen's vagina and was now using them to hold her labia apart. This exposed Jen's most female parts and I wasted no time in savoring their contents.

The area between the vagina and the clit is especially soft and inviting, so I spent some time running my tongue along the little depression that separated these two most interesting points of her body. My contact with her clit was a fleeting lick, but every time I made contact Jen gasped and twitched her stomach. When I increased my pace, so too did her response.

When I sensed the taste of her lubrication turning slightly acidic, I recognized the signs of an impending orgasm and it wasn't long in coming.

It seemed to arrive like a freight train. Where a second previously, Jen had been mewing contentedly, all of a sudden her whole body exploded in spasms as pleasure waves ripped through her body.

I could feel her clit throbbing and when I pulled back slightly I could see her vaginal opening clench and release as wave after wave coursed through her. Jen's legs were squeezing my head and it seemed that her whole lower half had gone rigid, while her top half was thrashing around.

Looking up from between her legs, I could see one hand had grabbed one heaving breast and was squeezing the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, while the other was beating on the arm rest of the chair. I couldn't really see her face, but I had on several other occasions and I surmised that she was clenching her teeth and rolling her head.

While I love to witness female orgasmic bliss, I must warn that it can be physically threatening when your face is locked between her legs. Whereas Jen's lower body had been initially rigid, a moment later her legs began thrashing and one barely missed making contact in what would have been described as a perfect right cross.

I had pulled away to avoid contact, but when Jen felt my absence, she reached for me and pulled me on top of her. Her arms circled my neck and her lips tried frantically to find mine. Finally finding my head she used her hands on either side to pull me to her. It was a strange open mouthed kiss. Jen was still moaning in pleasure, but these were not cast out into space, rather they were sent directly into my mouth.

Our position was awkward to say the least. Jen's butt had slid down to the very edge of the seat and her body was bent forward against the chair back. I was atop her supporting us both by the press of my body and my hold on the chair arms. Had I been weaker, we probably would have collapsed in a heap on the floor.

Fortunately, Jen regained some measure of composure in time for me to lift her back into a seating position. Her dress, which I had pushed up around her hips, had slipped back down and covered the crime scene to about mid thigh. I, of course, remained fully dressed which I found really weird.

Jennifer's vaginal juices still covered my face and the musky scent of her was overwhelming any other sensation. For the entire time I had been engaged between Jen's legs I hadn't been physically aroused, but now I became aware that I was. Jen noticed too, and when I stood up she reached out to check. Her hand pressed against my fly and I experienced a jerk and a tingle.

Jen looked up and seemingly smiled an approval. Her fingers traced the outline of me and squeezed. Then she reached for my belt and began to unbuckle. I knew where this was headed and perhaps it was erotic that we having sex while fully clothed, but I desired more than what was being immediately offered.

I let her finish unbuckling but then I pulled her to her feet. I told her that I preferred we take our desire to the bedroom and get more comfortable. Since Jen understood that this would require her to be naked, her agreement was enthusiastic.

I recalled that the first night we had spent together two years previously, that Jennifer had told me that she always had a desire to be naked and exposed. In response, I had remarked that for her sake, I was willing to accept this serious character defect.

When we reached the bedroom, Jen reached to begin unbuttoning her blouse, but I quickly stopped her. It took perhaps fifteen minutes to disrobe her, but since I was kissing every square inch of exposed flesh as we went along, I thought the time was about right. My clothing disappeared much faster and soon we each gazed on that which we desired.

Jen's bed was elegant with silky sheets and more pillows than I could count. There was a heavy comforter that felt wonderful when it pressed down on the two naked bodies that slipped beneath. We embraced and the kisses were gentle and filled with promise, while busy hands were seeking interesting places.

I was already hard when Jen's hand found me. She looked into my eyes and said, "mouth or pussy?" When I reflected on our day I knew that what I most desired was to be inside her wonderful soft body.

I rolled her onto her back and slid between her legs which she helpfully parted for me. I never answered her question with words, rationalizing that when my cock slipped into her vagina that she would figure it out.

Jennifer gave me that welcome "ummmm," that she does when she feels the first penetration and soon I felt her hands on my arms and her legs wrapping around my butt. Since she had been in a high state of arousal for almost an hour, there wasn't much need to further stimulate and I began to aggressively piston into her.

I recognized that this one was for me. I suspect that Jen was also deriving pleasure from our union, but I sensed her urging was more for my benefit than her own. There was no pretense otherwise and no pause for loving kisses or altered positions. I was a man fucking a woman for my own carnal pleasure.