Madame B - Ecstasy

I walk up to the bar. "Hey," I say, gesturing to his nearly empty glass and hazarding a guess at his drink of choice. "Jack Daniel's?" I was right. It's always Jack Daniel's.

"Thanks." He doesn't smile back, but he takes the drink all right. "I'm Ash," he says, holding out his hand for me to shake. "Nina," I say simply, holding his hand for a fraction of a second. I saw the chunky silver name bracelet on his wrist that suggests a cool, camp ironic touch or a sense of humor I'm just not picking up on in person.

There's an awkward silence I'm not sure how to handle. His signals are all over the place. I can tell he's interested, but he'll stare at me, then sulk when I get up close. Light hits the skin on his cheek, and I see how soft it is. Oh, he's very young. He needs me to take charge. So I just come right out and say it. "I want your mouth on my tit," I say and expect him to run away. If he does, I'm gonna be really pissed off, and I'm gonna have to head straight for the ladies' and get myself off because there's something about this one that's got me extremely hot.

Ash takes a step closer so that I can smell his breath and the lemony scent he's wearing. He smells fresh and clean. Nice. Slowly, he stretches his hand toward me. Although the built-in support of my halter top makes it complete guesswork, his long fingers locate my nipple instantly. I admire his hunter instinct.

"I don't know if I can fit all that big, juicy tit in my mouth," he whispers, knuckles brushing the hardening nub of my nipple, and his voice is smooth and soft. "But we're going to have fun trying."

We're out through the club doors in seconds, and for once there's a taxi right outside, making the journey home to my bed so much quicker. I grunt my address to the driver, and Ash and I fall into the backseat in a tangle.

He leans in to kiss me, and his kisses are urgent, masculine, searching, his tongue probing my mouth the way I want his cock to do when we get home. He kisses expertly, leaving no corner of my mouth unexplored. I feel the dull ache of desire between my legs, and my confidence in this boy's experience grows.

I dig my fingers into the hollows of his ass. I'm desperate to free his dick. I can't wait to see his cock. What subtle hue will it have? How thick? How long? I pull back and check out his coloring. His mouth bears traces of my scarlet lipstick-a marked man. Pale skin, dark hair. I picture a pale, smooth, pink-tipped hard-on jutting proudly from beneath a generous jet-black bush the same color as his eyebrows, with that little fuse of hair tracing a line from cock to navel that I'm so crazy about. I'm too impatient. I can't wait, and I won't. The sooner I see it, the less likely I am to be disappointed.

But Ash wriggles away whenever my fingers make a play for his zipper, and he grabs my wrists, forces my hands on my breasts, and the two of us move as one, massaging and kneading my flesh. He's clearly mesmerized by my tits and buries his face in them. So I'm happy to make my cleavage the focus of attention in the taxi and to save his cock for later.

As we speed through rainy city streets, the driver turns a blind eye to this tangle of limbs in the back of his cab. Fifteen minutes into the journey I'm so turned on that I could fuck Ash here and now, at thirty miles an hour-it wouldn't be the first time-but the condoms are in my bag, and I'm not fumbling around for them in the dark, spoiling the moment.

We arrive back at my place, and Ash almost pushes me up the steps to the front door of the building. He stands one step below me, so that we're at eye level. Now, with his breath on my neck and his tongue exploring the sensitive skin just behind my ear (how did he know that's my weak spot?), I'm so distracted that it takes an age to find my keys. When I finally locate my house key, Ash slides his hands between my legs, just resting that gentle hand against the cotton of my panties, which are getting wetter by the second. He doesn't move his hand, just holds it still so I can feel the pulse of his fingers mark time with the throbbing of my vulva. It's so powerful that it's all I can do to get the key in the lock. Ash laughs heartily at my difficulties, delighted that his teasing has had the desired effect.

And then we're in the hallway and through the door into my studio apartment, where I prepared for a moment such as this by drawing the blinds before leaving. Finally, this beautiful boy and I are alone together in a room dominated by a bed. I'm sorry, but his last excuse for keeping that dick in his pants has just gone. I'm about to tell him this when he pulls me to him, and we kiss again, standing face-to-face. I stand on tiptoe so that our pelvises are level, and I push my hips into his crotch and… I can't feel a hard-on. Now I'm confused because in my experience, when a young man kisses this passionately, there's a fully erect cock waiting for me. I can't have read the signals all wrong, can I? We pull away, a string of our mingled saliva linking our lips together, and I see the naked lust on his face and know that he wants me. If he sees my baffled expression, he doesn't say anything.

"Now," he says, "about those big, beautiful tits," and he pulls at the stretchy material of my top, fingers finding my most sensitive areas with an uncanny, magnetic instinct. While he's doing this, I reach behind my neck and undo the ties of my halter neck so that when I let the ribbons go-slap! my tits are freed and my pups are out and proud. They're spherical, bouncy, and brown against the white cotton of my top. I look down. Fuck me! Even I've never seen my nipples this erect. They're hard as diamonds, standing to attention, impatiently waiting for his tongue.

Sure enough, he starts sucking on them, hungrily, greedily. Few men really know how to kiss nipples, but Ash does, covering his teeth with his lips and administering tiny bites that hurt just enough, teasing me with his tongue and not quite touching them, then suddenly sucking hard and pulling his head back so that my soft, round tits are pulled out by the force of his mouth, morph ing into pyramids that return to their natural round shape when he lets them go. His green eyes like saucers, he lightly slaps my breasts as they sway side to side like two large teardrops. The feel of his skin on mine is a wake-up call to every nerve ending in my body. No one has ever done this to me before, and I'm thinking "Why not?" as my breasts swell and their color deepens to a delicious dark pink. If this sight doesn't have his dick sitting up and begging for me, then I don't know what will.

Now that he's seen my tits, Ash can't wait to see the rest of me, and he peels me like a piece of ripe fruit. He pulls my gypsy skirt down from my waist and makes light work of my panties, tearing them off me. I'm sprawled on my futon, naked apart from my sandals and a halter-neck top tangled around my waist, ribbons tickling and teasing the sides of my thighs. Ash pinches my left nipple, then the right, and as the heat floods through my body I wonder if I'm going to come just from having my breasts fondled. I am on fire with longing. I rewind all my past sexual experiences: nope. Never been hot for anyone like this before.

Ash throws his suit jacket on the floor and kicks off his shoes and socks, but other than that, he's still fully clothed. He's still wearing his tie, which I actually find kind of exciting; it makes the contrast with my nakedness even sexier. But that's all got to change, because I want to come so badly that I know the only way to stave off my orgasm is to take time out and concentrate on pleasuring Ash for a while.

"Ash," I murmur, tugging at his tie. "Baby," and I smile a sleepy, sexy smile that he returns, bright-eyed and panting with lust. "Let me return the favor." And this is when he starts to look nervous, but I don't buy this shy-boy shit. Anyone who can play a woman's body like that without even touching her pussy isn't some inexperienced little boy. So what's the playacting for? But I play along. "C'mon," and I beckon him over with a red-nailed finger. "Let me undress you. I want to see what you look like."