JustKitt 51F
16 posts
4/9/2006 6:34 am

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12/5/2006 11:15 pm


How could we stop there? How could we not stop? We had only danced a bit, but I was so out of breath. Perhaps it was the anticipation of his touch; of his hands on all my pink parts that were now screaming for release.

He led me back to our seats at the bar. It seemed there was no one in the building, yet everone wanted to talk to us. As we looked at eachother, not removing our glance, those who wanted to chat faded away. They could see we weren't talking. He sat on his chair, and pulled me closer to him. I draped my legs across his, knees wide open, giving him direct access to my dripping snatch. I closed my eyes only to lean my head back and kiss him, deeply and completely. His tongue in my mouth, and fingers at my thighs brought on a whole new wave of juices, slipping down my slit, soaking my skirt beneath it. He wouldn't touch it. He knew my lips were spasming in anticipation, but he knows how far he can pull me in before he touches me. His strong hands massaged my thighs, his thumbs getting closer to the hot mound between my legs.

A fellow came up and started talking to us. My date turned his head and was polite as they chatted about his jewelry, common acquaintances and oddities of the lifestyle. His hands never stopped, and my knees became weaker, as did my resolve. Finally I could take it no more, and I whispered in his ear, "Take me to the back and lick me dry. I need your mouth on me. Hurry!" He smiled and simply asked, "Are you sure?" He feigned innocence as he asked, "You don't want the group rooms, do you?" I didn't care. I just knew I needed his magic to release the animal that had grown between my thighs.

He led me to the huge mattress that was completely empty. He lay me down, and his mouth went straight to work on my swollen clit, my red lips, and my dripping hole. Just to feel his warm mouth on me brought me close to orgasm, and I lifted my hips to meet him. I sensed someone come into the room, but I think they left. At that moment, there was no one else in the world. My hands pushed his mouth harder onto me, pushing him to lick and suck harder. His tongue flicked against my clit, sending tingles up my body. He followed the tingles with his hand, and reached up and felt my now-hardened nipple under my tight blouse. As he massaged my breast and nipple with his hand, his movements with his tongue quickened and slowed in response to my hips and moans. He quickly slid two fingers inside my hole, and massaged them expertly inside my walls, finding and tweaking at the g-spot only he has been able to find. As he sucked and nibbled on my clit, he fingered me both quickly and slowly, bringing me to the edge of the orgasm chasm. Within a minute - or was it an hour- my body convulsed and shuddered around him, closing my thighs around him, my hips gyrating with the spasms inside me, my heels pushing into the white sheets of the mattress. As my orgasm slowed, so did his tongue and he gently licked and kissed my pussy lovingly, sucking up all of my juices into his mouth. Neither of us had removed a stitch of clothing.

I wanted more, and I could see by the huge bulge in his pants that he did, too. "C'mon, let's go." He took my hand and helped me up. "Let's go home." "No, I want you to fuck me. Please, fuck me!" I kissed his face, licking my own juices from his mouth and beard. He smiled his smile, and led me from the room, cum still running down my thigh.

We quickly gathered our things, and he left me in the front room while he got the truck and loaded it with the heavy items. As I wrapped up, bundling against the cold, a woman tried to talk to me. It seems she had had her eye on us, on me, all night, and was just dying to talk to me. Was I interested in her? Were we a couple? She hadn't seen us there before. In a daze, I tried to explain to her that the man wasn't actually my husband. He is simply... well, my boyfriend, for lack of a better world. "You've got one of each?" I nodded faintly, barely able to stand. The thoughts in my head were nothing like hers. "Girl, if you get sex like that from two men, I don't know why you even bother coming out here to find someone else!!" I could only grin. If she only knew the kind of sex I got, I'd be the envy of women world wide.

He came in and gathered me up, taking me to the truck. We chatted like we were merely on a date. He helped me into the truck, and then came around to get in. When he got in, I had him unzip his pants. There was no way we were driving all the way home and I wasn't going to get a taste of him.

Yummmm... Highway Head. Is he going to explode in my mouth on the Tollway, just as I exploded in his earlier? Or is it my turn to tease and taunt and bring him to the edge of madness, ready to cum?

campfirecozy 66M

4/9/2006 8:00 am

Nicely done!
Your Highway Head reference sounds interesting...ever considered writing the lyrics? Wouldn't it make a great song??


JustKitt replies on 4/9/2006 9:36 am:
It'd make a GREAT song, but who would the FCC allow to play it? It'd have to remain here in AdultFriendFinder world. LOL.

Note: I'm going back to add some details of his mouth on me. How could I leave that out??


SirMounts 102M

4/25/2006 12:40 am

Aw, don't be mean to the poor Guy. *winking*
I really like the way you write, JustKitt.
Welcome to blogging. *smiling*

JustKitt replies on 4/26/2006 9:33 am:
Mean?? How could Highway Head ever be considered mean?? OMG... it's a dream, if done right.

Thanks for the comment about my writing style. I read your profile, and I must say... You had me at hello.

BTW, my shift at the Dairy Queen is over at midnight.

Thanks again,


SirMounts 102M

5/3/2006 7:12 pm

Well, I meant holding off and all. you know us Men need to be constantly... unloading, our conveyer belt, if you know what I mean. *winking*
Thank you for your very kind words about My blog, JustKitt. I of course like yours very much, too. *smiling*
Um...Do You Actually Work At Dairy Queen??? *heart racing at just the thought*

JustKitt 51F

5/4/2006 6:56 am

Dairy Queen? It's only a fantasy for me, as well. Oh, to wear the coveted hair net and paper hat...

It could make for a great photo shoot if I could find someone with a "Dilly Bar" or a "Hunger Buster". And those dipped cones always get me so wet... I have to slide my fingers between my legs whenever I drive up to the window and get to watch them dip that white cone of heaven into the vat of melted ecstasy...

I must go now. I have a battery operated Dilly Bar calling my name...



SirMounts 102M

5/10/2006 9:40 am

Yes that is My fantasy too, Kitt. Just think, we have something in common, already. *dreamy*
And yes, I feel that it would be wonderful, to have you sort of... serve Me. *wink*
mmmm. I had no idea that you reacted to... ice cream, that way. Um, you wouldn't if I kinda tagged along, the next time you go to see another... dipping, would ya? *smiling hopefully*

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