(The woman thinks to herself: ) [He’s adorable. It’s been way too long since I had something that looked that good. I’m getting wet in my panties. I wonder if he’s packing. I guess that now is as good a time as any to find out, since we’re stuck in this shelter. This is going to be fun.] (She knew that this was not just some physical/sexual reaction to a very attractive man. It was more than that -- way more. This was not a matter of her physical arousal. This was a matter of need. Plain. Simple. Rudimentary. Fundamental. Primal. Over there lighting the candles was what she needed...not just her body needed it. SHE needed it.)
(She walked up behind him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and nuzzled him behind his left ear.)
(Surprised by this behavior from a complete stranger whom he does not know, the man turns around to her and asks the fairly obvious: ) “What are you doing?”
(The woman replies: ) “Well, we’re stuck here, for the time being. Why don’t we make the best of it?” (She put her hand on the front of his jeans: ) “I see I’m not the only one who feels the way I feel.” (She raised up and whispered in his ear authoritatively: ) “I want you inside me NOW!”
(He replies: ) “But I don’t have a condom on me.”
(Her response: ) “Don’t worry, I’m on birth control. Really, it’s OK. Now. Inside me, right now...” (She reached up to unbutton his shirt to which he did not resist. They both stepped out of their shoes. He then tried to take off her shirt and unbuttoned her jeans as she did to him. They each look down to step out of their clothes and are both now in their underwear. He raises his head up to see her still in her front-close bra and panties. He had honestly never seen anything more beautiful than her in his life. This was beyond physical attraction. Her form was a work of fine art to him. She breaks his stare at her: ) “Unhook my bra.”
(Still in a state of semi-shock that this situation has gone so far so fast, he fires back: ) “But I barely know you?!”
(To which she replies: ) “True, but ever since I walked through the door and you laid eyes on me, you’ve wanted to do this. Above the waist you say No, while below the waist you say Yes.” (While she says this to him, she grabs both his hands and brings them up to the front-closure of her bra. She has a beautiful chest that goes well with her shape, he must admit, 36-C. He takes the cue and slowly undoes each hook. The top hook, the second hook, 3, 4, 5. He gets to the 6th and final hook and undoes it. He opens the bra cups like cabinet doors -- both together at the same time, yet slowly and methodically. He is impressed with what he sees. Beautiful large pink pointy nipples set against plump firm breasts.)
(She is equally astounded by the specimen of adult male in front of her. His firm pecs, steel 8-pack abs, and biceps that won’t quit. She looked down to see his semi-wood straining against his white briefs. She lowers her panties and said not a word. She stepped back and sat upright on the edge of the circular table in the center of the shelter. She put her hands on his abs with initiative. She loves running her fingers through the hairs few and far between on his torso. She then runs her hands up his chest and down his arms. She grabs his hands and leads them again, to which he again has no objection. She brings one of his hands to her mouth and begins sucking his fingers, a precursor of things to come. She leads his other hand down past her landing strip down to her hole. He feels her wetness and is aroused even more. He kisses her tongue and she reciprocates his, and back and forth. She loves the feeling of his thick masculine fingers against her sugar walls with his thumb stimulating her clitoris. He feels her tiny clit hardening. Now is the time. But before he can act, she acts for him. She reaches both her hands down to his obliques. She sticks her hands down inside, massaging his butt cheeks. She then grabs the waistband of his briefs and pulls them down as she looks down: ) “Oh, my! You have been wanting this, haven’t you. Just as I have.”
(Now, he gasps and is still a little taken aback by all of this. But he lets nature take over -- he is a man first and a rational person second. He grabbed his erection and attempted to slip it in when she stopped him: ) “Ah, Ah, Aaaahhh! Allow me...” (She grabs him by the balls and massages his sack a bit. Then her petite fingers grab his rock-hard penis and gives it several strokes. She increases the strength of her grip on his shaft and brings it to her. She teases him by pulling back his foreskin and rubbing his shaft head up and down against her outer labia. That alone almost sends him into a tailspin. He mentally regains himself while she finally pulls him inside. She reaches under his shaft and plays with his balls again. She gyrates her hips and tells him: ) “Now get to work!” (...giving him the signal to start thrusting. She lays back on the table and enjoys the moment and the experience. The man bends down and starts sucking and teasing her nipples, while she runs her finger through his hair. He arches his back to aid in the thrusting. They continue this for a short while. While he’s slowly bucking inside her, she offers to him: ) “Wanna try some of the position in these books?”
(His response: ) “Yeah, sure.” (He pulls out of her. Still hard, he bends down and fashions a bed out of their clothes on the floor. He lays down on the floor. She kneels down beside him, hands him the book, and begins stroking him off: ) “Now find a position you’d like to try.”
(He can hardly focus on the book, given the great handjob she’s giving him, but he makes an earnest attempt to focus. He opens the book, and the first picture he sees is a man laying down with a woman sitting on his crotch as they face each other. He tells her: ) “Let’s try this one.” (...as he shows her from the book. He then lays the book aside as she straddles his thighs. She teases his sack once more before she brings herself forward and mounts his rod. She grabs his shaft and slips it in again. She rides him, almost to the point that his body is merely an extension of hers. He reaches up and starts massaging her breasts again. She grabs the index fingers on both of his hands, brings them to her mouth where she licks them, then returns the hands to her breasts where she positions his now wet fingers over her nipples. The touch is expert. She tilts her head back in ecstasy. Five minutes later, they try a different sexual position. They end up trying almost all of them, while the storm rages on outside the shelter. The tornado is probably overhead now, as the classic freight train sound is heard. But the door rattles not, so they know that they’re safe here. They continue on, trying everything from missionary to reverse-cowgirl to doggy. The man and woman continue on...because they must.)
(Now they’re back on the table again, just like they started. But this time, with a difference. As the man re-enters her and thrusts into her, she uses her muscles to squeeze his shaft: ) “Aaahhh, where’d you learn that?!” (She replies: ) “just something I figured out.” (They continue this act of unity between now sweaty bodies for a while, until they approach the finish. The woman says with a half-moan: ) “I think I’m ready for it. Come inside me.” (To which he replies through heavy breathing: ) “I think I’m there, too. Just a few seconds more.” (She approaches hers: ) “EEEyyyaa . . . aaahhhh . . . . a hah aa h h h a ah . . . . .” (He finally reaches his point of now return as they scream and yell together: ) “AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!! Aaahhhh!!!!! UUUUUUUHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” (They both endure the physical pleasure of this torture. They feel it in both their bellies: orgasms so powerful, it’s almost enough to bring both man and woman to tears. They lay in each other’s arms, while each person’s body edges off the high it just went through. They kiss: long, slow, wet, and passionate, while their bodies calm down. Another few minutes of this, then he pulls out of her. His penis is still half hard. The head covered in his semen, the shaft wet with the moisture from her vagina. Now standing, the woman bends down and picks his briefs up off the floor. He steps in them, then she pulls them up over his legs. She bends down and licks the small bit of remaining semen off his head, then tucks his dick and balls in. He follows suit and puts her bra back on, kisses each of her nipples one last time and latches the bra back up.)
(They continue to dress each other until fully clothed. By that time, the storm is over, and they can leave the shelter. They walk upstairs. What they see is something out of “The Twilight Zone”: the walls and roof are completely gone, but the books are mostly intact, except for one section in the back corner. They look around as she rubs his shoulder for assurance. He says: ) “Looks like I have some cleaning up to do.” (She turns to him with a coy smile and says: ) “I’ll help you. Now get to work.” (He turns to her and kisses her, as a sign of acceptance of her offer to help him. Now he knows that everything will be all right.)
Comments and thoughts welcome.
Thanks
straight guy who wrote a gay story on here (Celebrating the Hockey Championship). Now, I thought it would be nice for a predominately gay guy like myself to write a hetero short story. Enjoy!
