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Those Eyes
https://interracialerotica.net/erotica/articles/96/1/Those-Eyes/Page1.html
By Tracy Ames
Published on September 5, 2009
 
**THE CONCLUSION**
A chance meeting between Gwen Turner, a stunning business woman, and David Flacks, a young  handsome cocky limo driver ends with her clawing at the sheets and begging for more...

Those Eyes
















“I’m never going to find my driver in this crowd,” Gwen thought as she walked through the airport, another long trip under her belt. Pulling a carry-on behind her, she stepped aside calling her limo service. “This is Gwen Turner. I reserved a car for the evening. Can you please give me the driver’s location?” she asked with an edge to her voice.


“One moment,” The service rep placed her on hold. “The driver is waiting for you at baggage claim. He'll be the tall, blonde gentleman holding a placard with your name displayed per your request.”


Gwen's icy demeanor caught his attention before he noticed her creamy brown complexion. He stood for a moment watching her struggle to balance her mobile, bag and diva temperament. It was entertaining to say the least and if this momentary comic diversion was his sole reward for putting up with her attitude for the next hour then so be it. She could wait.


Gwen hung up the phone, stuffing it back into her bag and stood pouting once she realized how far away baggage claim was from her locale. “Great, here we go,” David shook his head as he approached her.


“Excuse me. Are you Ms. Turner?”


“Are you my driver,” Gwen gave a quick look of horny interest to the handsome tuxedo-clad young man. He can’t be any older than thirty. Damn shame, he's too young, she thought. David didn’t seem to think so. Early forties, stacked like a brick house, well-manicured, and with a classy sophistication dripping from her pores; Gwen was stunning. But try as she might, David saw her flicker of hesitation.


“Is that your name, madam” he asked flirtatiously pointing to the upturned sign he held.


“I’m David, your driver for the evening. Right this way,” he took her carry-on bag and walked off, clearing a path through the crowd. She quickly followed trying to keep pace.


“Do you mind slowing down?” she called.


“Do you mind keeping up?”


“Why are you in such a hurry?”


“I don’t know,” He turned eyeing her. “I figured you might be busy later.” On the outside Gwen frowned at his impiousness but inside she was performing Olympic worthy acrobatics. Before she could formulate a snappy reply he was off and running again.


They collected her bags and took their leave. David opened the limo door allowing Gwen to enter and he set about cramming her luggage into the trunk. In the rearview mirror he caught a glimpse of Gwen watching him as he settled in his seat. He gave a smile; she turned away.


“What?” he asked through the mirror.


“Aren’t you going to make a snide comment about my luggage?” she relaxed. His hazel eyes set her skin on fire. She nervously shifted in her seat, her bottom lip quivered.


“Ha, I know better than to a judge woman.” He flipped through his itinerary. “It says here I’m to drive you straight home. Is that correct?” he glanced in the mirror.


“Yes,” she sighed.


“Is your husband waiting for you?” he pulled into traffic.


“You ask a lot of questions,” she snapped firmer than she realized. There was a nervous tension between them and she was sorry for it. He had been the first white man to peak her interest. It was in the way he ‘looked’ at her, as if he saw through her cold shell. Gwen grinned to herself staring out of the tinted window.


“No,” she replied breaking the thick silence. “No, I’m not married.”


“Are you seeing anyone?”


“No, I’m way too busy for a relationship. Why do you ask?” She didn’t attempt to conceal her amusement.


David maneuvered through the traffic. “I was just wondering.”


“Wondering what?”


“Nothing.” He egged her on with a devilish smirk. She rolled her eyes. “I was wondering why an attractive woman like you would be going straight home after a long business trip.”


“It seems pretty obvious to me.”


“Not really,” he gave her that stare again, those eyes. “It doesn’t make sense to go to an empty house with no one there to pamper you.”


Gwen laughed. “Are you offering your services?”


David bit his bottom lip. “If I offer, will you accept?”


Gwen cleared her throat and squirmed in her seat as images of this handsome younger man donkey-fucking her from behind flashed before her eyes. “Are you offering to have sex with me?”


He gave a husky chuckle. “No, I don’t want to have sex with you.”


“Then what are you offering?”


“Cunnilingus,” he said frankly.


“You want to eat my pussy?”


“I wouldn’t call what I do “eating pussy”, I’ll let you decide for yourself.” the confidence in his tone made rejecting him difficult.


“Eating my pussy? Nothing else?”


“That’s all it will take.” He said catching her eyes.


“Do you have time?” Gwen asked not breaking her stare.


“I’m yours for the evening.”


“You’re cocky, aren’t you?”


“I’m not cocky. I’m old enough to know what I’m doing and young enough to still do it well.” He replied.



                                                   ******



“You can put the bags over there.” Gwen directed David.


“Where’s your bedroom?” he asked crassly. Gwen’s astonishment must have been written on her face. His warm smiling eyes softened her stance. “I’m asking so I don’t have to move them in the morning.”


She chuckled flirtatiously, beckoning him on. “Who says you’re staying the night?”


“We’ll see about that.”


Arriving in her bedroom, it was everything he imagined it would be. Furnished with sophisticated classic lines, an elevated bed fit for four, neatly arranged, not out of place. David sat the bags down and went to retrieve the others while Gwen slipped into the shower. The last bags delivered, he sat on the bench at the end of the bed undressing to the waist.


Gwen stepped from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She paused as she saw David’s taut body, and those eyes, those hauntingly golden eyes melted the last traces of apprehension. There was something about his eyes; they made her feel sexy, desirable not slutty. She turned her attention to the mirror as he approached, circling her from behind. The heat from his body burned through her towel. Gwen dropped her head; he raised her chin, their eyes met in the mirror.


“Don’t look away,” he crooned into her hair. She moaned lightly as he slowly began removing the towel letting it fall to the floor. She watched his delicate full lips kiss the side and back of her neck then continue their unhurried seductive path across her shoulders, his tongue lightly tasting her skin in spots. David eased her head back to one side as his powerful arm encircled her waist. Her chest rose and fell as she felt his arousal pressing against her back, meticulously growing to meet her desire.


“You are so beautiful,” He whispered sincerely as his hands etched the outline of her frame, gently caressing her soft skin, her nipples and the curves of her breasts. He glided up towards her throat; subconsciously, she willed his hands lower to her pussy with such intensity that David felt her neck jump under his mouth. She watched him tease her lips with his fingertips; his exploring gaze swept over her, conveying his intensions. His fingers grazed her nape as he brushed her hair aside and then those eyes disappeared behind her neck as he placed a trail of deliberate spine-tingling kisses down its center.


Gwen stood naked in front of a man, a young white man, that she hardly knew yet he had managed an impossible feat: he made her feel like the most beautiful creature to walk the face of the earth and asked for nothing more than to please her. What pleasure could he possible get from eating her pussy? None, as far as Gwen was concerned; yet here he was, there they were, those eyes.


“Come with me.” His out stretched hand said leading her to the bed where he embraced her face and kissed her lips tenderly, giving her mouth the same attention he’d given her neck. Gwen rested her hands on his firm chest and prayed for self control.


“Lay back,” he ordered sweetly against her lips. Gwen moved on to the bed with David leaning quietly over her guiding her back into the pillows. Exposed and awaiting ardent pleasure with faltering jurisdiction over her senses, she took hold of the bedding, holding it tight in her fist. Without breaking his penetrating eye contact, David trailed his fingers down her silky brown arm, peeling each tense finger away from its grasp.


“Relax, I’ll take good care of you,” he said bringing her hand to his mouth and kissing it tenderly and placed another pillow behind her head. “I want you to lie still and enjoy everything I’m about to do to you.” He kissed her lip, her cheek, her earlobe and her neck.


Gwen took a staggered breath as her arousal increased with the knowledge that this man wanted nothing more than to please her. Erotic images formed in her mind as she wondered what part of her body his mouth would devour next. She gasped, his hand ventured down the outside of her right thigh as his lips kissed the parameter of her left breast and then she watched as the rich dark nipple slipped between his slick pale lips; gently tonguing it with fluid motions. He released it softly before suckling it again simulating the acts he’d soon be performing between her legs. Gwen whimpered as she felt his hand running up the inside of her thigh, its intent obvious.


With one gesture of unconditional surrender, Gwen eased her legs apart, abandoning all inhibitions and gave way to David’s impassioned yearning for her.


He gave her a carnivorous grin, kissing his way down from her tits. She drew a sharp breath as she felt his finger brush lightly around her outer pussy lips, the first signs of intense arousal coated his fingertip. His mouth twitched with excitement as he kissed lower. She flinched hoping to feel the gentle stroke of his elusive finger; it wasn’t to be.


He kissed lower still.


“Oh god,” She moaned, the soft stroke of his finger swept teasingly just inside her lips, barely touching the sensitive throbbing skin within its walls before its retreat. Gwen was in the edge of orgasm, his lips caressed one inner thigh and then the other sending coils of desire whizzing through her.


“Aahh,” a groan escaped her lips as he gently kissed her pussy. He kissed it again. She arched her back hoping to encourage him to take her. She needed to feel his finger dip into her while his baby soft tongue coaxed her into a mind-scrambling orgasm. He looked up seeing her chest rise and fall with each breath; playtime was over. He placed two pillows beneath her ass and lower back, giving him full access to her neglected pussy.


With the flat of his tongue, he licked her pouty pussy lips, avoiding her clit. “Damn!” Gwen thought. But her disappointment was short lived. David took her entire pussy into his rapacious mouth; assuring that her clit was the last to receive his attention, slowly it slipped between his full lips and released. His first caress of her clit was everything she’d hoped it would be and more. She arched again; he placed a hand on top of her mound, settling her.


“Gwen, relax. I want you to lie back and focus on what I’m doing, my kisses,” he kissed her pussy lips. “My licks,” he gave her one long provocative lick. “Focus on how beautiful it makes you feel. Take your time; I’m here to please you all night if that’s what it takes.” His hands bent her legs at the knees as he gently parted her legs farther.


She obeyed, closed her eyes and exhaled resigning all responsibility of her pleasure to his all-consuming care. Even the excitement and anticipation were gone; she was ‘in the moment’, allowing whatever happened to happen, allowing this young man, nestled face-deep into her pussy, to determine the depths of her ecstasy. She allowed him the pleasure of pleasing her without thought of his own sexual remuneration.


Gwen felt his body moving down slowly running his moistened tongue around her lips and up to her clit, tasting the juices of her satisfaction. David licked and sucked her pussy sideways with oh so soft diagonal tongue strokes, and repeated in the other direction. Every lick of his virtuoso-like tongue sent shockwaves running through her, each lasting longer than the last until they merged into waves of almost continuous pleasure. This man obviously knew what he was doing, his oral propensity wasn’t happenstance; no it was studied.


He continued French kissing her pussy, coaxing her hood upward and paid feather-soft homage to her clit while simultaneously sliding a single finger into her shallows. Weakened, Gwen lay listening to the light sounds of David's warm mouth feeding; sucking, licking, slurping, kissing; the low moans he emitted with the occasional “Damn baby, you taste so good” accompanied by the fluttering of his tongue and suckling of her clit sent spontaneous shudders of intense pleasure rippling to the nerve endings his mouth and finger were manipulating.


In truth, poised between her legs, watching the satisfaction his rhythmic tongue triggered was exactly where David wanted to be. He brought his arms under her legs; around the top of her mound, gently pulling her clit taut, spread her open and covered her inner labia with a slow, wet, lingering stroke before taking her sensitive clit between his juicy lips, sucking it softly, swirling his entire mouth while teasing it lightly with his tongue.


She groaned heavily.


“You like that?” his deep voice crooned into her pussy. “I told you I’d take care of you. You wanna cum?”


Gwen was mute; her verbal aptitude proved no match for his raw proficiency and had long since been abandoned.


“Tell me, Gwen. Tell me to make you cum.” he whispered savoring her glossy lips while his fingertip elicited tiny noises from the shallows of her pre-orgasmic pussy.


A faint “Please” was all she could manage.


Gwen’s body gave way as David’s velvety tongue cascaded into depths of her quivering abyss. She felt her orgasm approaching; she didn’t want the mind-transporting delirium he was afflicting to end but the predatorily lasciviousness of his submerged tongue left her defenseless. She arched her back, traced her hands through his blond locks. This was it; this was what she’d been begging for.


“David, please…don’t stop…please…Ooohhh my God!!” a cry came from deep inside as wave after wave of intense passionate lust tore at the fibers of her sanity with agonizing disregard. He slipped his tongue in and out, up and down, sucking, licking and begging her to cum on his lips, cum in his mouth; for fuck sake just cum so he could drink every drop of his reward; her entire body shuddered as he mawed (not sure about this word??) her through the intensity of her orgasm; leaving her....weak.


Gwen pulled David's head from his Valhalla, where he lightly kissed while her orgasm subsided.


“Your cum is so sweet,” he licked softly; those eyes stared back at her, pleading for further instruction.


“Fuck me,” she ordered.


“No.” he said flatly.





Those Eyes

Gwen sat tapping her pen against her lips, deep in thought. Two weeks back in the stuffy confines of the advertising world, she began itching for freedom.


“Ms. Turner,” Samantha, Gwen’s best friend and colleague, prompted her from the door. “I’m leaving for the day.”


“Why are you calling me Ms. Turner?” Gwen motioned to her. Samantha walloped in a chair across the desk and began braiding her long hair into a single braid.


“Because I’ve been calling your name for the last few minutes and you didn’t answer.”


She and Samantha were the only black females working for their firm but unlike their colleagues, they weren’t competitors. Gwen admired Samantha’s intelligence and depended upon her tell-it-like-it-is personality to weed through their daily bullshit. “Will you please stop fidgeting with your hair? Some days you walk around here looking like a Mammy Doll.” Gwen urged playfully.


Samantha rolled her eyes. “We all can’t be like you- having hot young men chasing up behind them.”


“We’re just friends.”


“Friends my ass! Friends don’t have to peel the paint off of the walls, Gwen!” Samantha threw her short legs atop the desk and rested her head back. “You’ve been walking around twisted since you returned.”


“I haven’t been twisted,” he protested. “I’ve been distracted.”


Samantha wasn’t impressed with her rebuttal but had more important news to dish about; her own new love interest.


Gwen’s BlackBerry chirped- a text message. Samantha continued her mind-numbing rant.


“Hi, it’s David. I hope you’re still not angry with me.” The text read.


Gwen sat erect; surprised to see his name given that they’d only spoken briefly since he’d left her sexless.


Gwen: Hello David. No I’m not angry. It’s nice to hear from you.


David paused, her anger was pungent.


David: I’ve missed you.


“Really” Gwen thought to herself. Should she be vindictive or tell him that she could still feel his mouth on her pussy?


Gwen: I’m sure you’ve been too busy to miss me.


David: Are you saying you haven’t thought about me?


“Damnit” Gwen muttered aloud.


“What?” Samantha asked. Gwen shook her head, dismissing her outburst. “Anyway…” she continued. Gwen went back to texting.


Gwen: No, I didn’t say that. Don’t put words in my mouth.


David: I want to see you again.


Gwen: Really.


David: Yes. What time do you get home?


Gwen: Around seven o’clock. Why?


David: I really want to taste your pussy again. What do you think?


“Mmmm,” she leaned back in her chair.


David waited few minutes for her reaction.


Gwen: I think your mind has been in the gutter.


David: My mind isn’t in the gutter. You didn’t answer my question. Is that a yes or no?


Gwen: Why?


David: Because you enjoyed it and I loved the way you taste.


A few minutes of silence go by. Gwen gathered her thoughts, dirty thoughts, thoughts of his face buried between her thighs.


Gwen: Sex.


David: Oral. No sex babe, just oral


Gwen: Intercourse!


David: We’ll see how the night goes. What time should I be there?


Gwen: 8:00


David: See you then. Wear something sexy. I want to see your legs.


“See my legs? He’d better be ready to do more than that.” She thought.


Samantha spied a sly grin turn the corners of Gwen’s lips. “Is that the guy you told me about?”


“Yes, lord, that was him,” Gwen tucked her phone away and hurried to clear her desk off. “He wants to see me again.”


Intrigued, Samantha came to attention. “He wants to do more than see you. He wants to be your new chew toy. I’m not mad at you. Hell, if I had a young hottie curling my toes, I’d….”


“You would put his ass out as soon as the lovin’ was over,” Gwen teased. “You know good and well that he would be a one-shot deal.”


“No,” Sam tried to hold a straight face. “I’d give him a second chance if he was any good.”


“Liar,” Gwen collected her bags and swatted Sam’s feet down from the desk. “Come on, we’re leaving.”


They walked through the office. “Are you going to, you know?” Sam lowered her voice.


“Sex? I hope so.”


“I mean eating you out is one thing but come on? That can’t be the end of it. Where’s the headboard banging?”

“Girl, I wouldn’t call what he did ‘eating me out’. No sir, it was more than that. He brought it home. But I’m not letting him get away with that shit again. Cunnilingus is one thing but I need a little headboard banging tonight.”


Gwen went to leave the building, Sam stopped her in step. “Okay, I’m going to need details. Don’t disappoint me.”


“Nope,” she strolled in the open air. “Get your own.”



                                                             ******


Gwen hurried home to prepare for round two with David. This time she would be ready for his antics. This time she would have the upper hand. After showering, applying body lotion and brushing out her thick mane there was just enough time to slide into a sassy black two piece number she’d purchased on her last trip to Paris.


“Ding Dong” her doorbell rang. Gwen did one last check in the mirror and scampered to the door.


David stood, dressed fresh off the runway. Gwen remained stark still mustering the wherewithal to speak. There they were. Those eyes staring back at her, undressing her, knowing her in ways no man had in years. Under heavy eye, David gave a bashful yet sincere smile.


“Hi,” she managed and ushered him inside. “You found the house without any problems.” She went straight into light banter, trying to avoid his studious gaze.


David cupped her face, kissing her with the control of a famished animal.


Gwen’s knees weakened, she returned his passion.


“Are you angry with me?” He kissed a trail down the side of her neck.


“You’re here aren’t you,” she gasped.


“That doesn’t answer my question,” he pulled away from her, searching her eyes. “Are you angry because I didn’t make love to you?”


"I'm not angry," she lied. How could she tell him that she was indeed pissed that he had left her hanging like a horny rag doll when he stood before her in earnest?


“Are you sure?” he softly kissed her lip but she could feel it farther down her body. She gave a faint moan. His tongue makes a pass at her earlobe, and whispers, “What are you thinking about?” he thumbed her nipple concealed beneath the fine imported fabric. Gwen whimpers; head lolled to one side, his powerful hand encircled her waist and pulled her to him. “Tell me what you were just thinking about?”


Gwen panted. “I was thinking about you.”


“I know you were thinking about me. What were you thinking?”


“I was thinking about you making love to me.”


He slid his hand between her thighs, over her pussy lips. She gasped an aching breath. David eyes caught hers, he smiled against her lips. “Is that what you want? Tell me what you want me to do to you.” He kissed her again; his fingers began untying the delicate ribbon holding her camisole closed and found their way to her nipple, teasing while he slowly devoured her mouth.


“Anything.” she broke away, pulling him to her bedroom.


“Anything?” he stood while she unceremoniously undressed him and then herself. “Anything I want?”


Gwen took in the sight of his god-like body and pushed him backwards onto the bed. “Anything,” she tried to kiss his lips, he stopped her with a single finger against her lips.


He moved atop her “Slow down,” he held her neck and kissed her tenderly. “Follow my instructions, alright?”


Gwen nodded in compliance.


“Good,” he continued. I will give you specific instructions,” he kissed her again, looking deep into her eyes. Oh so sweet. “You will do as I say. If you do not follow my instructions, to the letter, I will stop and leave.” Without Gwen’s knowledge, David had eased a finger to the slick opening of her pussy. He stroked a few precious times, the sloshing sound it made controlling himself difficult.


“Please don’t cum without me. I want to enjoy it with you.” He trailed down her length, pushing her legs up at the knees and pulling her to the edge of the bed where he knelt like a penitent worshipper, he knelt within inches of her satiny opening, his hot breath spun devious circles around her pussy. Her hips rose hoping to meet his tongue but he had other plans.


“Rub your clit for me,” he ordered lovingly. She obeyed, rubbing tiny circles over her clit while he watched with collegiate-like attention.


Gwen couldn’t believe she was allowing David to watch her masturbate. This was outside of her character. She loved it yet she hated it, her pussy began to leak from the sheer naughtiness of it. Having him watch her pleasuring herself wasn’t how she saw this evening going yet here she was; with a younger man she hardly knew, planting small kiss on her inner thigh, completely obsessed with seeing her get herself off. “Mmmm,” she moaned, her rhythm increased. David kissed her working hand.


“Slowly, don’t cum.” He moved closer. “I’m going to insert a finger into your pussy and I want you to continue stroking yourself.” He then licked his middle finger and slowly inserted it, rotating his hand palm up, curving his finger slightly so that his fingertip fondled her rough g-spot. He stroked it gently, holding her eye contact.


“Oh my God!!” Gwen screamed, she torn at her own hair. “What the fuck are you doing to me?” her eyes rolled unfocused.


“Look at me,” David insisted, continuing to stroke her softly. “You’ve never done this before?”


“Hell no! David, please, harder.”


“No, softer,” he kissed her hand once more without leaving her eyes. “Slower. Concentrate on squeezing your pussy as tightly as you can around my finger. Squeeze and release on my command,” he paused, she rubbed slowly, he breathed, and she panted awaiting his order.


“Squeeze,” he stroked.


“Fuck!” Gwen does as ordered.


“Release,” he kissed her hand, watching her eyes fight to focus on his. “Good girl.” He praised with a one firm stroke. “Rub your clit, baby. Now squeeze, as tight as you can. I’m going to insert another finger. Would you like that?”


“Please,” she shook, breathing heavily. “I need to cum.”


He locked eyes with her. “No, not yet. I’m gonna make you cum so hard.” He removed his finger and brought it to her lips. “Suck it,” he demanded while he gave her pussy a firm lick and suck.


“Shit,” she managed, working his fingers into her mouth, licking them to his satisfaction. What was she thinking? David had her on the ropes.


He inserted his two fingers, once more tilting his palm upwards, once more searching for her g-spot, once more finding it and stroking softly. Her pussy grasps a hold of his fingers and she returns to rubbing her clit in rhythm with David’s hand.

“Squeeze,” he strokes.


She does and tremors, so close. “David, please eat me. Lick me, suck me.” She begs.


“Release,” he strokes, ignoring her pleas.


She does.


“Don’t cum or stop stroking your clit,” he watched her face and listened to her rhythmic breaths, even closer to orgasm.


Finally she felt it. The long, languid strokes of his elusive tongue along her cleft, softly pulling on her clit with his lips, his fingers still having their way inside of her pussy, tapping her g-spot, her hips gyrating, her hand rubbing her clit while the other pulls at his hair, forcing his face into her. David was obliged to inflict spine tingling sucks, kitten-tongue soft licks, and swells of passionate earth shattering flicks onto his obedient lover appreciative pussy. Dragging her, clit first, into his oral wonderland.


Gwen didn’t want to cum this way; she wanted him nailing her to the headboard, impaling her to the wall. Not like this, not again. The voices in her head cursed his very existence while her pussy sung his dying praise; she, meanwhile, languished somewhere in the middle trapped, her body betraying her with pleasurable vengeance.

“Cum for me, Gwen. Cum on my mouth.”


“Fuck it!” flashed before her eyes. “Yessssssss, ooohhhh fuck yeessss,” she yelled, spontaneously combusting from pure untainted bliss; cumming in, on and around his beautiful altruistic mouth. But he didn’t stop – he continued to lick and suck his rightful prize until her orgasm left her spent.


“Are you alright?” Those eyes looked up from his kneeling position


“Yes,” she mumbled through tears of joy. “Fuck me.”

“No.”





Those Eyes

“When was the last time you got laid?” Darin, David’s colleague and sometime rival, inquired over the sound of pool sticks battering against billiard balls at their local smoke filled dive.


Annoyed, David missed his shot. “You don't expect me to answer that, right? Why would you ask such a stupid question?”


Darin circled the table. “You’ve gone off the radar.”


“I don’t talk about my sex life and neither should you. Doesn’t it cheapen the experience?”


“Only for her. What do I care? They know its all fun, nothing serious.”


“Really, because I remember a certain young lady that went on a three day bender after dealing with you.”


Darin shot a dark look across the table. “I’m beginning to question your sexual orientation.”


“Ha!” David laughed. “Sexual orientation? Those are big words coming from you. Where did you pick those up?”


“I learned them from one of my passengers last week,” Darin cut him a sideways glance and bit his top lip, concealing a sly grin. “She mentioned your name but said she hadn’t heard from you in weeks,” he leaned over the table, aligning the cue ball for his strike. “You know who I’m talking about?”


“No, I don’t know who you’re talking about.” David shrugged nonchalantly, but fully aware of whom Darin spoke of.


“Sure you do,” His ball dropped into the side pocket. He stood broad chest and arrogant. “Black woman, hot little body, curves in all the tight places, gorgeous smile. I was sure you’d remember her. She remembers you fondly. Gwen. Gwen Turner.”


“Yeah, I remember Gwen. Nice lady.” David continued the game.


Darin wouldn’t be shaken so easily. “She’s a little old for my taste but I figured I’d take a run at her,” Darin leaned backwards against the table.


“She’ll be forty-six this year. How is that old?” David shot off more defensively than he’d hoped, making his shot.


“That’s pretty personal information to know about someone you hardly remember.” He peered down his cue stick.

“Take your shot.” David blew off his insinuation.


“Whatever,” Darin sunk the ball. “She looks like the type that knows her way around the bedroom.” He checked his watch. “She should be landing within the next hour. I’d better run.” He grabbed his coat, downed the last of his beer and left.



                                                       ******



“Hi, it’s David. Where are you?” he texted from his stationary position in traffic.


Gwen: I’ve just land. I’m on my way to baggage claim.


David: Is Darin picking you up?


Gwen stopped, thinking of the right, the correct answer to give. The truth was always the best answer.


Gwen: Yes.


David’s stomach turned in knots, his worst fear confirmed.


David: Send him away. I’ll pick you up. I want to see you.


Gwen: To tease me?


David: No, to talk.


Gwen: Why?


David: Because I can’t stop thinking about you.


Gwen could hardly believe the words she read.


Gwen: That’s not a good enough reason.


David: Be honest. You can’t stop thinking about me.


She was tried desperately to formulate a snappy retort but he spoke the truth. He hadn’t left her thoughts. She owed it to herself to at least see him one last time.


Her long pregnant pause did little to ease David’s worry riddled gut.


Gwen: Be here in fifteen minutes. I’ll wait for you on the curb.


David: I’ll be there in ten.



                                                             ******



David spotted Gwen immediately standing gracefully in a dark blue business suit. “Does this lady ever relax?” he thought to himself. He opened her door and quickly loaded her bags—without as much as a hello.


Their ride was deafly quiet. The partition separating them suited them both, neither knowing how to begin. Gwen lowered the partition in time, not making eye contact with David.


“You know I can’t ride with the partition in place. I get carsick if I can’t see the road ahead of me.” She snapped.


“Must you always be in control?”


Her eyes met his in the rearview mirror. “Yes,” she said, defiantly. Simultaneously, they broke eye contact. Dead quiet one more.


“You look nice today.” David said sweetly.


Gwen doesn’t reply.


“Our communication has been sporadic.” David said, focused on the road.


“So, why did you text me?”


“I was worried about you.”


“You were worried about me?” Gwen laughed humorlessly. “That’s debatable.” David’s reaction was not as she’s hoped. She wanted him to fight back, insist that she was mistaken, and blow his proverbial fuse. What she hadn’t expected was the sincerity-- almost hurt she saw in his eyes. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter.”


“Gwen, I was trying to look out for you. I don’t like the idea of you getting hurt.”


She turned a cold eye. “Your likes and dislikes aren’t the issue.”


David refused to meet her stare, it was useless and Gwen was sorry for it.


They finished the drive in impenetrable silence. She wanted to bash his head in. She wanted to slap him silly. But more over, she needed to hear him out. Young, he was but far from juvenile. Those eyes, those bewitching eyes spoke volumes. There had to be sound reasoning for him keeping his distance.



They came through the door; Gwen turned on the lights and sat, she settled in while David unloaded the limo. Not a single word passed between them.


“I’ll be going.” He turned to leave.


“Wait,” she called, with shallow pride. “Um, you wanted to talk. So talk.”


David shook his head, holding the door open, ready to make his retreat. “You don’t want to hear what I have to say. You wouldn’t believe me.”


“You make assumptions.”


“So do you,” his voice barely auditable. Again silence lingered. “Goodnight Gwen.”


“Why won’t you sleep with me?” she asked as he was half way out of the door.


He stopped and faced her. Their gazes locked, closing the distance between them without moving a muscle. “I have slept with you. I have awoken with you in my arms more times than I deserve.”


“Then, David, why won’t you have sex, intercourse with me?” she asked, her expression pleading.


“Because with a woman like you, a guy like me looses his shelf life, exponentially, after the sex is over. I don’t want to go down that road again,” he paused. “I figured that if I held out long enough, you’d see that....that I was worth the time of day.”


“You made assumptions.”


“So did you,” he stopped short. “Goodnight Gwen.”


David left, unchallenged.




Those Eyes

“Hey, you’ve already arrived?” Samantha said rolling away from her lately conquest. “Why did you catch the red-eye?”


“I got some business I need to catch up on,” Gwen said jostling through the airport terminal. “Besides, there was no sense in me staying in Tokyo an extra night.”


“Do you need a ride home? I can be there in thirty minutes,”


“Excuse me,” she positioned herself at baggage claim. “No, I called for a limo. They should be waiting outside.”


“A limo or the limo?” Samantha eased from the bed and draped her robe around her nude body. She heard Gwen give a faint sigh. “Lady, it’s over. You haven’t heard from David in over a month. Let it go. He would have turned out to be a dud anyway, move on.”


“I’m not caught up in him. It’s just…” she slung her bag from the conveyer belt onto a push cart. “I’d hoped to see him one last time, you know, settle things.”


“Gwen, I think he settled things when he walked out in his little temper tantrum.”


“It wasn’t a temper tantrum. He wasn’t pouty or upset. He seemed, I don’t know how to put it. But it definitely wasn’t a temper tantrum,” she spotted Darin. “Sam I have to go. I’ll call you tomorrow.”


“Hello gorgeous,” Darin greeted her.


“Where is David?” she demanded.


“Nice to see you again too,” he took her bags, placed them on her cart and headed for the exit. Gwen trotted behind.


“Where is he?”


“He doesn’t work for us anymore. He left about a month ago,” he replied, opening her door. She slid across the buttery leather seat while Darin loaded the trunk. Gwen retrieved her BlackBerry and tried David’s cell and home numbers---they were both out of service. “Shit!” she thought.


Darin settled in his seat and checked his directions.


“Did David mention where he was going?” she prompted, catching his eyes in the rearview.


“No, he didn’t tell anyone where he was going. Why?


“No reason. I forgot to give him the payment for my last trip.” Gwen lied.


“Sorry, can’t help you there. I’m sure our home office will take your money.”


“Thank you,”



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As was the routine, Gwen settled into the house while the driver, this time being Darin, unloaded her bags. She draws the curtains exposing the postcard perfect suburban night. Then it hit her. Gwen placed her hand on her tightened chest, breathing steadily under wrinkled brow. The knowledge that David was gone, no where to be found left her heart anesthetized; Empty and blank.


She now understood what he meant when he figured that if he held out long enough, she’d see that that he was worth the time of day. She had unconsciously done the same, for as long as she knew he was around there was always hope that he’d call or text. He was there somewhere. But now he was gone....how long had he been gone without her realization? When did he give up hope?


“That’s the last of the bags,” Darin said.


“Your money is on the table,” Gwen stood stark-still, staring blankly out the window.


Darin stopped on the way out of the door. “Gwen, I’m not sure exactly what happened between you and David but know I…fuck it…who cares,” coming off more than just a little irritated. “I left his number on the table. You may wanna give him a call, he asked about you a couple of weeks ago. Have a good one,”


“One-thirty, it’s too late,” Gwen heard herself think, checking her watch. “I can’t call him at this hour. Why should I call him at all? It’s obvious he didn’t want to be found.” She rubbed her temples, walking to her bedroom. “Maybe I’ll call him tomorrow,”




It wasn’t more that forty-five minutes later that Gwen found herself sitting up in bed with BlackBerry in hand, trolling over whether or not to call David.


“Screw it,” she dialed. “What’s the worst that could happen?”


The line rang; she hung up. “A female could answer. That’s not good,”


“So what,” she dialed again. The line rang; she hung up and tapped the phone against her forehead. “What if there is a female there? I can’t intrude,”


The phone rang. She answered. “Hello.”


“Gwen, sweetie, you’re killin’ me,” David mumbled, clearly face-down asleep. “Is everything alright?”


Gwen hadn’t expected him to answer much less call her. She searched frantically for her words…useless inadequate words. None came.


David sat up in bed now fully awake. “What’s wrong? What’s happened?”


“You weren’t there for me,” she finally said. “I arrived a while ago and you weren’t there. Darin drove me home,” Taken aback by how immature she’d come off.


He gave a heavy sigh. “You called me in the middle of the night to bitch at me about quitting my job? Couldn’t we have had this conversation at a decent hour?” David caught himself. There was a hush. “I’m sorry. I should have called.”


“I should have called. How have you been?”


“Things have been going well. I’m back in school fulltime. Finally decided to go back for my MBA. How have you been?”


Gwen didn’t answer. Her words failed her.


“I’m sorry if my actions have, somehow, made you feel used. I wasn’t using you, Gwen.”


“I don’t feel used.”


“Then what is it?”


“You were right,” she conceded. “I made assumptions about you. I assumed you were leading me on,”


“Based on my behavior that wouldn’t have been a difficult conclusion to come to. I assumed you would dismiss me once we’d had sex. I’ve been through that scenario before. I guess it’s a hazard of dating older women.”


“Not really. My problem was I didn’t know whether it was your blatant hotness or just me,” she laughed. “I’ve been divorced so long, I can’t read men. I’m horrible when it comes to dating. I’m all thumbs, so I don’t do it; I focus on my work. I couldn’t tell if you were genuinely interested in me or simply flirting.”


“I think you read me pretty well. Regardless of my blatant hotness, which I highly dispute, you still called me. Without warning, you called me in the middle of the night. Now, if you didn’t really think I’d be here, willing to take your call, would you have picked up the phone?” David asked.


Again Gwen’s words mocked her. Mr. Flack was more observant than she had given him credit. She felt the sudden urge to be pounded like a bitch in heat. “Come over,”


“Why?”


“Let’s talk,”



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The door bell rang. She answered. There they were. Those eyes. Those hypnotic alluring eyes.


“Hi Gwen,” David stepped forward with Gwen caught in his tractor beam. Before she could reply, he cupped her face, hastily capturing her lips. Gently sucking them until she gathered her senses enough to return his kiss. He groaned softly, and deepened his kiss.
She parted her lip, inviting him to explore.


“Mmmm,” She sunk into his control. This was a new and improved David. Tonight was different. Tonight wouldn’t end with her simply satisfied; tonight would end with her full. As much as she was enjoying his kiss, she wanted more. Whatever he had in mind to give, she’d willingly accept.


“Come with me,” he took her hand, leading her to the heights of her bedroom.


He kissed her once then twice, and then spun her away from him, easing her hair aside. “I’ve missed you so much, Gwen,” he methodically untied the delicate ribbon on her feather-light gown, sending it to the floor; she stood bare save her pale purple panties. David’s roaming hand made quick work of those.


“I’ve missed you too,” she leaned her head back against his powerful shoulder, lost in scent and confident control of her body. His lips burned into the side of her neck. “Oh shit,” her low groan spoke of acceptance and thanks.


“Please,” he gestured to the bed.


Gwen moved onto the center of the bed, watching David undress. Every cut and ripple sat in its perfect place. His thick cock held what promised to be an eventful night. His body was magnificent, but Gwen couldn’t take her eyes way from his.


He slowly moved over her until their lips met once more. “Close your eyes,” he spoke onto her lips.


“Why? What are you going to do?” she breathed out.


“I’m going to de-stress you,”


She layed back, casually repose as his mouth engulfed her throat and the tops of her breast with warm wet and infinitely lascivious caresses yet moving further still. She closed her eyes, concentrating in the arousing sensation of each flicker of his fingers, each caress of his tongue and each small moan inching across her torso.


David held her ankles. She sighed, her pulse raced.


“Don’t move,” His voice barely above a whisper. Moving between her legs, he kissed with insistence up the length of her shin, her knee, her thigh, to the fine faint line cleaving her pudendum. He breathed hot onto her eagerly awaiting slit.


She involuntarily stirred.


“Do you want me to stop?” David whispered.


“Oh God, no,”


“Good because I have been waiting to taste you,” David placed two pillows under her ass, bringing her closer to him and kissed her pussy lips one by one.


“I’m all yours,” Gwen managed before feeling his velvety tongue dip into her once and retreat. “Aahh,” she cried. He gently kissed her pussy again and again. But Gwen needed his tongue. She needed its attention and her clit demanded its homage.


And then there it was, as is sensing her near collapse. His mouth suffused with her pussy. Sucking ever so slighting, dragging her deeper and deeper under his care. His lips caressed her clit as he bent her knees upward, softly eating, orally fucking her senseless. He pulled her slit up, exposing her throbbing clit, laying it bare for his exploits.


Be gentle,” Gwen breathlessly pleaded.


“I’m always gentle,” he slid his wet tongue between her lip, wildly flicking it just inside, just under her clit while simultaneously sliding one finger into her, moving it in and out. He inserted another finger and rubbed her g-spot gently and insistently. Her hips writhed, pressing her pussy against his mouth while telling herself that she was going to cum all over his beautiful face and mouth. David licked her clit enthusiastically, stroking her g-spot with a smooth steady rhythm.


"Please make me cum," Gwen heard the wet smacking of David’s mouth against her pussy, the syncopated flickers, licks, sucks, the heaviness of his breath and her gasping moans filled the room.


“Apologize.” He said.


"Apologize for what?" her legs shook.


"Apologize for keeping this away from me,"


"I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Baby," Gwen said. "I won't keep you waiting again. Please make me cum"


His finger stroked faster. His perverted mouth enclosed her clit licking and flicking it with a delicious mix of confidence and lust.


“Oh fuck!” Gwen shook uncontrollably, trapping David between her thighs. He forced them apart and continued feeding, obsessed with getting her off. She screamed, urging him not to stop, gripping his hair. “Please suck my pussy,” she begged then pressed herself into the mattress, resigning herself to his will, to his pleasure.


David sucked and licked incestuously close to orgasm; his tongue doing his naughty bidding. But he needed more.


“Gwen, I have to stop.” He rose from his position. Face in hands.


“No!” she shouted, almost pouting.


“I have to know that when we have sex it won’t be the end.”


She smiled and kissed his lips; bring him to rest on top of her, between her legs. “I’m not letting you go.” She lamented, taking his stiff cock in hand, tracing invisible lines up and down the slit of her pussy, the spongy head of his cock gliding over her clit with an indescribable, infinite sweetness. The delirious, delicious tension between the profound pleasure of the head of his cock on her clit and the pure possibility of it dipping in her heightened their arousal.


Their eyes locked, his and hers, their breathing heavy with yearning.


“Damn you’re beautiful.” David thumbed her cheek and slide his full length into Gwen's wetness.


“Ooooh shit, David,” Gwen arched upward, clearly unprepared for his girth. Words, useless words…they failed her again! Reducing her to monosyllables and grunts; but in the recess of her mind, she begged him to fuck her with a vengeance.


“You are so tight around my cock,” David croons gravelly into her ear.


“Oh yes! Talk dirty to me,” she barely whispers to herself, hoping he'd heard her pleading. He grips her legs, spreading them up and out while continuing to gut-fuck her into submission, as if there were any question. “God damn!” she gushed all over his gyrating cock.


“Do you hear that? That wetness, that’s so beautiful isn’t it?” She heard in her ear. “That’s what you make me do to you. I hope it’s been worth the wait,”


Laying splayed, being deep-dicked under his unforgiving thrust; it’s all she can do to nod in observance of his supremacy over her pussy. She willed him to fuck her harder, to talk dirty while impaling her like a junkyard bitch in heat.


David, locked in her eyes, arms tight from his weight, spread her legs widener. His desire the please her rippled in and out in a hurried frenzy. “Rub your fuckin’ clit while I beat the hell out of your pussy,” he demanded.


“Oh yeah,” she obeyed, rubbing herself in tiny circles. How he knew the right words to say, how he maintained his steady brutal rhythm, she didn’t know but bless this foul-mouthed fucker. He’d cemented himself a permanent seat between her legs.


“Keep fucking me. I’m cumming,” she moaned, feeling her pleasure within her pussy grow with each contraction of his cock.


“Don’t stop rubbing your clit,” he gazed into her lustful eyes.


Gwen feels her pussy take hold of David’s young beautiful cock, internally jerking him off as waves; violent colorful waves rush through her singing orgasmic hymns venerating Gods unknown to her.


“I’m gonna cum for you,” He pulls out. “Oooooh fuck!!” he screams, shooting ribbons of hot cum on her stomach and chest, empting himself. Gwen shook with another orgasm watching him until neither had anything else left to give.


They lie side by side, gathering some semblance of reality, neither able to form a clear thought. David walked to the bathroom on shaky legs. He returned with a warm soapy towel cleaning Gwen careful.


She studied his eyes. “You know, we’re gonna have to keep this casual,” she teased playful.


“Baby, you can call it what you want. I doubt either one of us is going anywhere, anytime soon,” he kissed her lip softly. "I'm sorry for staying away so long."