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Price For A Piece Of Heaven 2

I sent an email through the personals service, adding my contact information. It was several days, but we started trading emails. I got introduced to her, gave her more information on me. We traded messenger names, and then started late evening discussions via the messenger. I began to look forward to our conversations. She was level headed, fairly bright, but I learned quickly that the ex had been somewhat abusive, always out of work, and of course, not paying his alimony as ordered by the courts. She struggled to make ends meet, but was getting by. Family was not much help. Now, there it was. What can you do mister? Can you help me? I will f**k your brains out!

After about 10-emails over several days, we scheduled our first in person meeting. Coffee and breakfast on a Saturday morning. Her work, my work conflicted otherwise. It was a perfect morning, a cool morning for July, but sunny, a light breeze. We had traded pictures, so it was easy to attract her attention when she arrived. On the patio, I saw her approach, waving to get her attention. And boy did she get mine. Dressed in a pair of short shorts, a tight, sky blue tube type top, hair up, sun glasses resting on her head, and raised sandals, she drew attention. More than one head turned to watch her walk through the interior tables to the patio. At 6′ tall, she was all leg. Lithe, her D-cup breasts stretched the tube top pleasantly. And her smile lit up my world.

I stood, pulled back her chair, and reached to take her hand as she approached. She stood close, smiling softly. Without expectation, she leaned to me, kissing my cheek, hesitating perfectly for me to kiss her, and caress her shoulder in response. She pulled back, grinned sheepishly, and moved to sit down. I assisted, pushing her chair back to the table, moving to sit in my place to her left. Damn she was good! I swear, my c**k chubbed. Its’ little mind was already pushing through her soft, moist lips into her velvety, warm, wet cunt.

The waiter came quickly, bringing our coffee. We ordered. Small talk, me mostly listening to her husky voice, watching her lips form the words, her eyes twinkle as she watched me in return. Sparks flew. She knew! I knew! Our dance was taking place, but we both anticipated the drive to my place, the morning spent sharing our bodies. My c**k grew even harder. I watched as she slowly, deliberately, crossed her legs, the shorts riding high, her tanned, muscular thighs quivering slightly. Her tongue touched the corner of her mouth as she watched my gaze, from her lips down her body. I reached to touch her thigh, stroking softly, my nails leaving a trail of fire as I moved up her thigh toward her hip. My fingertips dipped just slightly under her shorts, slid down the side. Moving toward her knee, I trailed my nails softly along her taut skin again. Her breathing hesitated slightly.

Leaning back in my chair, turning slightly to face her, stretching my feet beyond her chair, pushing my hips forward, I relaxed while crossing my legs at my ankles. A noticeable bulge ran down my left thigh. She definitely noticed, glancing around the patio. Her hand dropped to my knee, her palm flat against my leg as she pushed upwards. Her fingers danced up my leg, approaching the cuff of my shorts. Stealing a quick glance up to my face, she pushed her fingers underneath my shorts, her fingertips feeling the covered head of my semi rigid c**k. One finger circled the head, her nail scratching my underwear. Her eyes closed softly for just an instant as she pulled her hand back, slapping my inner thigh playfully.

“We have all day ahead of us,” Lynnette volunteered. “But I want to get it started now,” she whispered huskily. My c**k lurched in my shorts, growing even harder. I knew what I was getting into, but my little brain took control. Her large, firm breasts lifted as she pulled her shoulders back, stretching her arms high over her head, then reaching back as far as she could. As she arched, her midsection jumped into view. Her abdomen almost rippled, the firmness of her flesh visible. No signs of kids. I wanted to caress her stomach, to kiss my way down over her firm flesh, to feel the hardness of her mound, the taut skin stretching over her hip bones, her mound tight. I tried to imagine the point of her mound as it dropped between her legs, her slit, her lips starting, covered by downy soft hair. My tongue reacted in my mouth, my mind playing with me. I could almost taste her, her engorged c**t mostly hidden, but her lips spread just enough to let her most private s*x poke through. My tongue would dance over that piece of flesh as my lips moved to capture it, to pull it into my mouth for my teeth to grab. My tongue would thrash it back and forth, holding it firmly clenched in my teeth as her hips bucked upwards, her thighs splayed wide, her cunt lifting to me. I would feel her wetness; see me reaching to spread her lips wide, pinching each lip between my thumb and index finger, tugging softly, then leaning, licking down her cunt to probe her hole with my tongue.

I motioned to our waiter to pick up the check. Time moved slowly, seemingly at a snails’ pace. I watched her as her hand caressed her inner thigh, pulling the hem of her shorts up higher on her thigh. I could see the outline of her undergarment. Was it a thong? Panties? Her fingers pulled the material aside just slightly. She wore bright white material against her tanned flesh. Satin? Cotton? I continued to observe and wait. Finally, the check was cleared, I stood to pull her chair back. As she stood, she moved to me, her hand sliding up my stomach, up my chest. As her hand caressed my cheek, she tilted her head upwards, moved closer to me, and kissed me lightly on the lips. A lingering kiss, a soft kiss that drives the imagination, followed by a quick peck as she turned, hesitating before she moved away from me. My hand traversed around her side, landing lightly on the small of her back. Dropping slightly, my hand found the curvature of her enticing ass. I almost could not breathe. I pictured her ass, her naked ass in front of me. I could see her standing on her raised heels, naked, her long legs spread just slightly more than shoulder width apart, her body bend at the waist, her globes framing her succulent cunt, peeking at me through a light shining in front of her. I could see the lips framed by the light, fuzzy hair poking every which way below here lips as she bent hard, grabbed leg just above the ankles. Glancing around her legs to stare at me, she rocked her body back and forth, swaying with such grace that I had to swallow hard. I had to reach and adjust my c**k.

Exiting the restaurant, I directed her to the right, telling her the blue pickup in the next row. As we reached her passenger door, she turned to me, leaned against the door. With one hand on my chest, she pulled me slowly forward, pressing my body against hers. Her lips parted, her tongue washed over her lips as she raised up to capture my lips. Her tongue darted into my mouth, a kiss so sweet that I lost thought, feeling her probing my mouth. My arms gently encompassed her, leaning to her, my rigid c**k pressing firmly against her hip. She adjusted her stance, aligning our crotches, my c**k now directly against her mound. I felt her hips tilt, grinding her s*x to me, crushing my c**k between our bodies. I groaned into her mouth as her tongue reached deep into my mouth, playing a sensuous dance with mine. Her hand slid between us, her fingers wrapping around my hardness, pumping down the shaft slowly, tantalizing me. Her mouth open, her eyes blazed into mine.

“Oh my,” she whispered softly. Her hand slid down the full length of my c**k. “Oh my God,” she again whispered as she absorbed the full length and girth of my c**k. I pushed back slightly, giving her room to feel me. She dropped down, leaning quickly to my leg, she opened her mouth wide, biting the head of my c**k through my shorts. A split second later, she had freed my monster, pulled it free of the cloth prison, and had the head in her mouth. Her teeth clamped down on the backside of the crown, biting firmly, pulling my c**k forward in her mouth. My knees buckled slightly as she plunged her head deep into my crotch, my c**k sliding quickly down her throat. As she hit the base, a groan erupted from deep inside her body, vibrating over my c**k into my balls. Lights flashed, I almost panicked. I looked in every direction at once, trying to look nonchalant as she plunged her face against me, pulled back with the suction the best vacuum available, pulled my balls, rolling them up to the shaft in her mouth, while reaching around me to pull my ass hard against her face. I slammed her face with abandon. Both hands dropped to the sides of her head. Grabbing her, I began to f**k this vixen hard, driving my c**k so deep into her beautiful face that I was not sure she could breathe. Within a couple minutes, my balls ignited. I felt the boiling long before I reached orgasm. Splaying my legs slightly, I humped her face. No longer concerned who might see, I thrust my rigid c**k into her petite face, shoved it down her throat, and forced my c**k so deep I would spit c*m directly into her stomach. With each thrust, she growled around my c**k, urging me, begging me to fill her mouth with my c*m. I am sure my head threw back, chin up, teeth clenched, eyes slammed shut, as I reached my orgasm. The body tensed, movement stopped as she crammed my c**k balls deep into her mouth. Spurt after spurt erupted from me, each gobbled, swallowed. Finally, as my orgasm washed over me, I was able to focus. My c**k grew softer, more sensitive as she chewed on my deflating c**k.