Hookup, Find Sex or Meet Someone Hot Now
Reset Password
Reset Link Sent
Hookup, Find Sex or Meet Someone Hot Now
| Blogs > rm_Roryardri > quandry |
Fort Worth Fantasy
|
Fort Worth Fantasy Elizabeth didn't need to see herself to know how she looked. Her dark hair shining, and perfectly waved to curl across the collar of her perfectly tailored suit. Her hazel eyes clear and discerning, somehow made more attractive for the small scar through the left eyebrow. Her full lips with just enough color to be attractive, but casual enough to seem real. Her body kept in a state of what she liked to call her battle readiness. Not buff, or sinewy, but rounded and smooth and feminine with just enough softness to make the unwary underestimate her. For a moment she stopped and wondered how long had she been exactly like this. She knew it had been a process since college, a careful sculpting not just of her appearance, but of her attitudes, and her habits, and her clothes, and her lifestyle. Anything that didn't enhance the perfect 'Elizabeth' was discarded without thought or regret. Her career success and the achievements she had made seemed to have borne out the theory. She no longer had to work at being Elizabeth, she was so totally and readily herself that she could not envision any change, nor any reason to. The almost fawning attention of the flight attendant was no more than her due. Business class and clothes that quietly stated the measure of her success. Small wonder the sleek young woman kept Elizabeth in a constant state of satisfaction. She glanced out the window as the plane began its long descent into DFW, her mind automatically cataloguing the sequence of events that would most efficiently get her through the busy air terminal and to her hotel. She should be there in plenty of time to settle in, shower and change before her two o'clock meeting. Elizabeth was aware on a level that she didn't need to probe, that this was not her usual business trip. Compartmentalized so as not to interfere with her efficiency, the memory was there, and she was too self-aware not to know it. Luke. No promises. No committment. She enjoyed talking with him in the chat room that had somehow become a pleasant diversion for her over the past few months. He was not like any of the men she dated, or worked with. Luke was a modern cowboy. Not that he roped and rode, or spent all his time on horseback. He did have a pick-up truck, which they had laughed about, but no gun rack. She didn't know if he owned a gun. It never came up. She liked his clear-eyed approach to reality and the simple understanding of life that seemed to govern all of his thoughts. Somehow, chatting with him in the room with others, many of them totally unknown to her, Elizabeth felt an awareness of his presence that made her more comfortable and less guarded. It was a feeling that she did not generally have, and she had become intrigued by it. Then, the conference here in Dallas-Fort Worth came up and she mentioned, quite casually, that she would be down his way. He said he would love to meet her for a drink, maybe dinner. The thought of meeting the man behind the words was as disconcerting as it was appealing. What if she found that he was really a bore? Or, worse, an ignorant clod. Isn't it easy to seem one way on the computer, where you can delete until you hit the posting that you like? She had agreed to try to meet him at a bar in Fort Worth if she finished early enough. No promises. No committments. Just a casual encounter. Right. The meeting went as perfectly as she had planned. She had been Ms Wetherilled to death. Then, as the meeting ended and the casual clusters began, she was Elizabeth again, and again. and as she rode the elevator to her room back at the hotel, she realized that her moment of truth had come. Checking her messages. Making some notes. Dictating a letter for her secretary back in Seattle. All flowed with the usual absence of drama. Then.... she was finished. Elizabeth realized she was staring out the window at the sprawling city and smiling. Wearing the sleeveless pantsuit that seemed to be the most casual thing she owned, Elizabeth stood at the door of the Kingston Mines Cafe and took a deep breath. This had to be the most un-Elizabeth thing she had done in years. The dim lighting, after the late afternoon sun took her eyes a few minutes to adjust. "Bitty?" She turned. Sitting at a table off to the side of the door, wearing a blue work shirt, and jeans, and looking as comfortable as a pair of old slippers. "Luke?" He rose to give her a hug and kissed her cheek. "Glad you could make it." He led her to the table. The bar was comfortable, there was more room in the back if it got crowded but this early it was just a half-full room with people who seemed to be in no hurry to get to anything. "I assume your business went well. You don't look harried." Eliz... no... Bitty laughed. Looking across the table at Luke, the first thing she noticed was his hands. They seemed bigger than they ought to , almost out of proportion to his lean body. Hard hands that had seen a lot of work and had done what needed to be done. Strange thoughts. She found herself wondering how they would feel and felt her face flushing. "What can I get you?" The waitress was a middle-aged woman in tight jeans and a loose sweater. "Molly, this is Bitty, a good friend of mine." Molly stuck out her hand. Surprised, Bitty took it and laughed when Molly winked at her. "That looks good." She found herself saying looking at the long-neck that Luke was sipping. Molly brought her a glass, and Bitty watched her pour half the bottle in and set it down. It seemed a lot of the people knew Luke, and she wondered what they thought of her, She was surprised to find that she had no idea how she was coming across. It was disconcerting. But, then, she didn't know any of these people and they had no role in the life she was crafting, so as she sipped the cold beer she realized nothing really mattered. "So, tell me about yourself." Luke laughed. "You stole my line." "Pretty much, what you see is what you get." She smiled. "That would be really nice." HIs gravelly voice and the thoughts behind his words stirred her in a way she hadn't felt in years. They talked about politics and current events, but the undercurrent was always there. She became more and more aware of his body, the way he moved his shoulders. The way he cocked his head when he wanted to think about something. Years of reading signs and acting on them fell away as she realized he wanted nothing more from her than her company. Well.. maybe a little more. "Now, that's a Bitty smile." Bitty raised an eyebrow, and tried to visualize herself as he must see her. They ate a meal that was more than she usually allowed herself, and she loved it. They laughed about some of the characters in the chat room. "You think that Rory character is for real?" He asked. "I don't know. Sometimes he seems to be all about words and images, then he throws in something so raunchy you have to laugh. But what can you expect from an Easterner?" "So true. Poor guy." They both grinned. Bitty knew that they had reached the moment when Luke called for the check. They had met. They had dined. They had made the time to get to know one another. She could go back to her hotel and to Elizabeth and always have this little bit of Luke. "You wanna see some of the city?" "I'd like that." Bitty realized, even as she said it, that she had been hoping he wasn't going to just put her in a cab and tell her what a great time he'd had. Half-expecting him to start a bar cruise, Bitty thought about how she could pace herself and not get too intoxicated. He led her to his pick up. It was old, but clean and well maintained. Climbing up into the cab, Bitty liked the way she could see more than she usually could from the back seat of a cab, or her little sports compact. Riding through the city, enjoying the strange eclecticism that was DFW, Bitty realized that she didn't feel like she had to be talking. Watching the casual ease with which Luke drove, she just enjoyed the moment. He showed her some of the historic sites and then drove out a long boulevard that got more residential before meeting up with an older road that seemed to go nowhere. Luke was telling her about a conversation he had had with one of their friends from the chat room. Lass is a beautiful and warm person, and Libby could hear in Luke's voice the pleasure he seemed to take in knowing her. "Should I be jealous of Lass?" She asked before she could stop herself. "You don't have to be jealous of anybody. But I like lass and I am really glad she has such a good friend. The Man is good for her and she seems good for him. It's nice to see that sometimes these things work out." Bitty stared at him for a moment wondering if she was reading too much into the conversation. "Come on. I'll show you my favorite sunset place." The sun was setting and Bitty followed Luke from the gravel parking area past a closed refreshment stand and down a short dirt road. There, across the flat, contoured fields, the land swept down to a man-made lake, with a small rocky area beyond. Standing there, the breeze stirring her hair and touching her bare arms, Bitty watched as the Sun sank down into the rocky area, with a flash of prismic light on the lake as it surrendered to the inevitable and Bitty was very aware of Luke's arm around her shoulders, his strong hand rough but gentle on her upper arm. "Any place special you want to go?" Bitty looked into his eyes. "Yep. Your place." "I was hoping you'd say that. But you gotta be sure." "I was never more sure of anything in my life." His arm still around her, Luke got her back in the truck. "I figured you'd have a dog." "I do. His name's Bo. He's back at the house. You ok with dogs?" Bitty realized that she had not had any kind of pet in years. They played no part in the scenario of her life. "Yes. Guess it depends on the dog." Luke's grin made her squirm. Bitty was aware that she was on totally uncharted ground, and for the first time in as long as she could remember, she had no idea what was going to happen, or what she should do. She felt she should be uncomfortable, but with Luke, it felt as though everything they needed they had. The house was a modest and simple one-story ranch style house. She laughed at the idea that he lived in a ranch, not on one. Inside, she met Bo, a bassett hound who nodded his head as he sniffed her, then curled up against her. "Well, Bo likes you. That's a start." "So, if you like me you going to curl up on the other side?" Again, that smile. He took her hands and pulled her to her feet, ignoring Bo's indignant glare. Looking into her hazel eyes, Luke took her in his arms and brought her lips to his. It started out as a warm kiss and ended with a hunger and a passion that made his blue-gray eyes glisten, and Bitty's chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Taking her soft hand in his, Luke led her into the bed-room, closing the door and turning her to face him. His eyes wandered over her body, his smile never wavering. Bitty heard herself say, "May I undress for you, Sir?" and realized, with a start, that she had never asked anyone that question. "I would like that, Bitty." Luke moved to the bed, sliding out of the sneakers she had thought would be boots, and laying back against the headboard. Bitty looked at him, and let her mind go on cruise control as she let her body find its own rhythm. The top was just three buttons and was soon lying on the floor. her heavy breasts filled the sheer lacy bra and Bitty could feel her nipples pressing against the sheer material. She moved easily, picking up the top and draping it on a chair, letting her swaying breasts draw Luke's eyes, thoroughly enjoying the hunger that she could see growing. Glancing down she saw that hunger was not the only thing growing. She slid out of the comfortable low heels, and opening the button and zipper on the side of the pants, she slid them down her legs, and draped them over the top. Her sheer, low cut panties matched the bra. Did he know she had chosen this lingerie specifically in hopes that she would be doing exactly what she was doing. Kneeling by the bed, in a kajira pose she had read about but had never really understood, until now, she lovered her eyes, and waited. He let her kneel, there, her hands on her thighs, palm up, her breasts proudly thrust forward, arching her slender back, for along few minutes. Then, Luke got off the bed and walked behind her. Unhooking her bra, he pushed it off her shoulders. Her instinct was to pull it off, but Bitty held back. Kneeling behind her, Luke's lips touched the bony prominence of her spine where it met her neck. She shivered. His hands, strong, rough and totally Luke, roved freely over her back and sides, reaching around to cup the full breasts as the bra fell away. He pulled it off and tossed it toward the chair, smiling when he missed. Sqeezing her nipples almost painfully, Luke asked "Are you wet?" Her own breathy whisper sounded strange in her ears "You know I am." Rising, Luke took of his own clothes and lay naked on the bed. "Join me." He said. Rising, she put her thumbs in the waist-band of the panties. She looked up and Luke shook his head, no. Leaving the panties on she lay on the bed on her side facing him. For a long moment He just lay there, seeming to be savoring her, as he had the sunset. Turning on his side, Luke stroked her breasts his finger nails scraping with a delicious casualness the sensitive skin around her nipples. His eyes devoured her but often came back to re-capture her own and the almost possessive caress was more than Bitty could stand. Luke's lips came down on her breast and enveloped the whole tip, teasing the nipple even as he suckled and his hand played with the other breast. Bitty felt her body writhing beneath his touch. She wanted him inside of her, pounding her, fucking her. She had to wait. She was there for His pleasure. The thrill of that thought went through her and Bitty felt as though she understood something she had known all along, but never really thought about. His hands pulled her panties down and off, and he casually tossed them toward the discarded clothes. Bitty looked down at his hard, erect cock and asked "May I touch you, Sir?" "Not at the moment. Just lie back and let me taste you." Lying back on the pillow, totally naked in ways she didn't yet understand, Bitty felt flushed and chilled at the same time. Luke's lips moved down from her breasts, across the trimmed bush of her pubes and spreading her too anxious thighs, he lay between her legs his warm breath stirring the dark hairs there. Then his lips found her clit and his tongue teased and tormented it untill she was writhing beneath him. His tongue slid through the groove of her opening, savoring and sipping the wetness she could feel there. His tongue touched the perineal area, between her cunt and her anus, teasing the tender flesh there. No one had ever done that to her. "Please, Sir. May this one touch you?" "Yes." Her hands caressed his shoulders and his hard back,even as Luke continued to tease and taste her flooding cunt. Rising he moved up between her legs, she reached for the rampant rod that approached her. His hands stopped hers. Pulling her hands up over her head, He held them there in one of his, as the other squeezed her breasts, and then was pushing into her hot ready cunt. Bitty could easily have freed her hands, but would no more do so than get up and leave. Then his hard cock, its bulbuous head hot and ready, slowly entered the hungering shadows of her cunt. She gasped. Slowly, setting the pace, He pushed deep within her and then held himself there, his pubes against hers, his thighs against her thighs. Looking into her eyes he fucked her, now faster ,now slower, and she writhed and pushed against him wanting more and more of him inside of her. He rocked his hips easily as he stroked into her, and she loved the sensation that he was touching all of her. He stopped, looking into her eyes, his lips came down on hers again and then he thrust harder and faster into her, his fingers everywhere at once, his lips claiming her parts with a growing hunger. Bitty felt her orgasm approaching and realized that Luke must hear and feel her gasping grasping need as he fucked her and took her and then, with a long low moan he buried himself deep within her as she surrendered to the most self-shattering orgasm she could ever recall. Did they sleep? Pass out? Bitty became aware of herself slowly. She could feel him still inside of her. Luxuriating,. she writhed against him and he chuckled, his hands gliding over her body with no other reason than because he felt like it. She loved the feel of his hands as she knew she would. Looking at his strong, lined face, Bitty found herself thinking of a pair of jeans she hadn't worn in years. She wondered if she still had them. Next time... she stopped "Will there be a next time, Sir?" "We aren't done with this time, girl. But I hope there will be many next times." Without another word, Bitty curled against him in her best imitation Bo, and thought many next times... with a warm and contented smile. .............................................. |
|||
|
Well My Friend, I did say I'd comment, didnt I  . Chucklin......."As Always" this Is another example of Excellent Erotica! I read a couple very minor thangs that were off a hair, My dawg; Is a Red Aussie Heeler *WEGrnz, Truth; I dont own a pair 'o tennis shoes *G*, Lastly; My fav sunset watchin spot was paved over an sports a 20 story Corp. Office bldg. erumm nearly 25 yrs ago~Sighs... As for the main content And supportin character, I, ,,,,erummm,,,well,,Dont, uhm know What to say, Rory!!!!!! Keep up the Good work My Friend *Smiles Lukn
| ||
|
glad you enjoyed it my friend. Let us hope the lady is at least pleased with her appearance..s
| ||
|
Erummm Rory, am I to gather that you dont know If the lady Has read the clip, as of yet?? 
| ||
|
To the best of my knowledge she is completely unaware of its existence.. sometimes it is best to just go with the flow...s
|
Become a member to create a blog
