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LOFTY PLEASURES BUNGEE JUMPING--CHAPTER 4
Jose and I were about to spend our fourth weekend together and intermittent rainstorms were expected starting Friday night to Sunday morning. Such weather is expected now and then and while it has its benefits it has its hazards as well. Driving in a downpour or hydroplaning sends chills down my spine but I have been lucky so far. I worried about that on my way to the cabin in the woods but the conditions were sublime for driving after all.
I was walking up the steps to the cabin carrying a crock pot when the door flew open and Jose, big, strong and studly, opened his arms to welcome me. He did this every time I arrived. Although it was a dramatic gesture I have to confess it turned me on.
"So glad to see you, little pussy," he said, an authentic smile of happiness on his face. He noticed the pot I was holding with both hands. "Let me get that for you," he said, taking the pot and quickly dashing to the kitchen a few steps away to put it on the counter.
"Thanks," I said, admiring his amazing back covered in autumn flannel. "I'll get the other things in the car." I left and returned a minute later with a pizza stone and a frozen pizza I made wrapped in aluminum foil. I entered the house and put that down on the dinner table so I could also remove the backpack slung over my shoulder and put it on the floor.
"Is this a pizza?" Jose's eyes and mouth were filled with lust for those homemade delights of mine.
"Yes. And it has all the fixings."
"All the fixings?" He stood before me and grabbed his meaty crotch. "Does it have a big uncut piece of sausage?"
"Naw," I answered, my eyes transfixed to his growing bulge. "The only sausage I want is yours and it includes all of you."
He came to me and wrapped his powerful arms around my small frame and squeezed me. He leaned into me, his mouth at my ear.
"I missed you, you know," he said, giving me a sweet kiss on the neck.
"I missed you, too," I told him. "And finally I'm here again."
"And that nice little cocksucker mouth of yours, baby." He chuckled and French kissed me. "Alright. What are we eating first?"
"The pizza," I answered, dizzy from his dazzling kiss. "The crock pot is for tomorrow. Is there room in the fridge for it?"
"I'll make room," Jose said and patted my butt.
Later, we were eating the pizza at the small dinner table and drinking water as it gently rained outside. I had noticed over time that he drank alcohol only every once in a while and only just one bottle or glass on the day he allowed himself to drink. I didn't question it and adapted my consumption to his. It certainly was better for both of us anyway. It made me realize that when I initially thought he had a beer belly it wasn't that at all. He simply liked to eat.
It was pleasant eating here with Jose and I enjoyed the moments of silence that naturally occur when people are together. I didn't know yet if he was fully onboard with silence when I was around but he certainly seemed okay with it for the most part. Personally I am not a fan of forced conversations that say nothing. I prefer it when they happen organically. Jose looked up at me.
"I want us to go for coffee at mama's tomorrow," he said. "She wants to meet you."
"She does?" I was concerned about that meeting given what Jose told me about the date he brought to her many moons ago that turned to disaster.
"She keeps saying I look happier than ever, that you could be the one for me after all this time. And she won't let this go until you're at her table in front of her very own eyes."
"Okay. But not too long a visit, right? If she hates me it will be short and humiliating."
"It's just an hour or so." He saw me squirming. "You nervous?"
"A bit."
"Well, she's not gonna bite you. And if she likes you she'll probably invite us for dinner another time."
"If you surprise me with anything," I said, "when we're there and it's something that might embarrass me, I could react by, I don't know, scowling at you. And she might think that's disrespectful of me."
"Don't worry about it." He ate the last bite of his pizza slice and gave me a thumbs up for it. "I love your food, baby."
"My behavior will depend a bit on you," I continued. "So I'll do my best. Let me bake something in the morning for her as a friendly offering. Okay? Do you mind?"
"Mind? I love it. She will, too, if she doesn't drop dead first from shock."
After we finished eating I washed the dishes and, to my surprise, he dried them, which was something he hadn't done yet. I was perplexed by this while also recognizing that it made sense to me that he did his part. He saw that I noticed.
"You made that amazing pizza," he said, "and you washed the dishes. If I'm gonna get laid I need to do my bit, too."
"Where did you get that attitude from, big guy?"
"Mama told me recently girls end up doing most of the house chores, and because they usually work, too, they have no energy left for their other womanly duties. So I figure I better nip that in the bud and start doing my part. Especially considering my girl sucks and swallows and is amazing at it and most guys complain they never get that. Ever. So I'm kind of lucky." It sounded sincere to me so I said nothing. I just smiled gratefully.
Once this was out of the way he took my hand and walked me into the bedroom. I had vaguely noticed earlier the bedroom door was closed at some point and I was about to find out why. Meanwhile, the rain was getting heavier and it was dark outside. Thunder rumbled in the distance.
"I want to show you something," he said. On the bed were pink thigh-high pantyhose, an assortment of panties, and a sexy pink nightie. He turned me to face him and looked into my eyes. "Tonight," he continued, "I want you to wear this instead of your dress."
"It's a nightshirt," I said, sighing. I looked around the room wondering what was going on. "Where are the cameras?"
"Cameras?"
"You're gonna video me for extortion. Is that what's happening here?"
"What? Is that what you think?" He looked both puzzled and angry.
"Anything is possible. And just so you know, I'm not into this. By the way, why else would you want me in these if not for extortion? I don't believe it turns you on. Come on."
He took my hand and placed it on his bulge. He was certainly aroused but not fully erect.
"My cock will be the judge of that." He studied my face and must have seen my anxiety. "And I'm not taking video of you or anything. I just want to see you in this. I'll put on the pjs that you like and hang my cock out. If it's soft when I see you in these sexy things then you can put the nightshirt on. Okay? I mean it."
He pressed his hands onto my shoulder then leaned into me and kissed me gently on the lips. He placed his mouth at my ear.
"I'll be so hard," he whispered, "seeing you in this feminine lingerie."
For some reason I was surprised that he had pronounced that last word right. I remained doubtful about this sudden turn of events.
"Go clean your pussy good `cause I think stuff is gonna happen tonight." He nodded, picking up the black frilly panties over the other colors he had, as well as the pantyhose and nightie, and handed them to me. I took them smiling sheepishly, uncomfortably, as I was about to do something I had never done before. How was this going to play out? He spun me around, patted my butt and pushed me forward. "See you in a bit, sweet little pussy," he growled. Damn he was sexy.
Soon I stepped out of the bathroom feeling ridiculous and strange but I was willing to make it work somehow. I glanced at Jose who seemed to be struggling in a losing battle to keep a poker face. Was my appearance grotesque or turning him on? He was leaning back on the couch, his arms behind his head accentuating his nicely muscled arms. He knew I loved how sexy he was in that pose. His eyes were all over me and a smile formed and grew on his face. He was wearing nothing but his pajama bottoms, his big uncut cock hanging out, partially erect and mouth-watering.
I caught his eye and rotated my neck to the right, took two steps forward and did a pretty decent pirouette. Then, with both feet on the ground, I turned again to face away and moved my body like a slow-moving wave, lifting the nightie briefly to flash some skin and panties. I took another step forward and did a turn to end up standing soldier straight, my eyes looking just above his, into empty space, before settling on his gorgeous green ones. The lighting hit them just right, too, enhancing his appeal and his noticeable cocky grin. I knew his erection was at its fullest but I didn't want to yield to it just yet, keeping my eyes on his instead. They were hungry and so were mine. I couldn't help myself after all and looked down and saw how hard his luscious cock had become. I allowed my eyes to widen in delight and bit my lower lip. Jose's lusty grin became my own as we looked at each other again, patient, controlled but both ready to pounce.
"So I guess it's the nightshirt, hunh?" I asked with a smirk. Before he could respond I added, "How did you get the right size?"
"I just looked at your clothes to know what would fit. It's not hard."
What could I say? It wasn't rocket science.
"On your knees, cocksucker," he barked with a playful tone and expression. I did so and looked up at him, waiting. I was visibly horny for him and he saw it. And we both knew he was horny, too, and leaking precum. I licked my lips and played absentmindedly with my fingers. I sighed, leaning a bit to better admire the inherent beauty of his cock and balls.
"You like it, don't you?" He nodded as he said it. He knew the answer.
"Yes. It's the most beautiful cock in the world." That pleased him and he smiled authentically for a moment. I tentatively reached out for it but pulled my hand back although I wanted to lick the bead of precum glistening at the slit of that mighty staff.
"Touch it," he ordered.
I gently caressed the underside of his shaft with one hand and rolled the skin of his balls with the other. I brought my tongue to the head of his trembling cock and licked that cummy bead away. I began licking in earnest as I fondled the skin of his balls while maintaining my eyes on his.
His cell phone rang.
"Don't stop until I tell you," he said so I continued my work. He reached for a coat slung over the back of the couch and sank his hand into an inside pocket. He pulled out his phone and looked at it. "Stop and give me a sec," he told me. He sat up straight and looked worried. He answered the call. "Mama. Are you okay?"
I took the opportunity to go to my pack and pull out something before heading to the bathroom. A moment later I was back and stuck the object back in the pack.
"That was mama confirming coffee tomorrow." His worry was gone now and he looked at me, particularly my eyes.
"I hope you said yes," I said. "I am looking forward to saying hello to her despite my fears."
"I did say yes and we'll be there at two." He leaned back into the sofa and spread his legs, his fiery arousal fully on display again. "Back where you belong, cocksucker." He pointed to the floor in front of him. I returned there and immediately went balls-deep on him, inhaling the musky scent from his groin, squeezing my throat muscles and sweeping my tongue over his tasty flesh. He moaned some unintelligible obscenities. He then moved forward to get a close look at me.
"What's that on your eyes?" It was asked in a neutral way, almost curious.
"It's mascara," I said. "I thought it would go with your nightie. What do you think?"
"He he, pussy," he laughed. "I love when my girl does something sexy and feminine for me. Now keep sucking."
I continued this for a few minutes pausing only when it seemed like he might come. During one pause he took a joint sitting in the ashtray and lit it. He inhaled long and kept it there. "Shotgun," he said. I pressed my lips on his and he exhaled into me. While I kept it there he took another hit. I slowly exhaled and took a breath as he gestured to his lips. I pressed mine again to his and did the same as before. We repeated this several times and I was feeling high. His eyes were bloodshot.
"Stand," he told me. I stood up and he did, too, his big uncut cock hanging obscenely and invitingly out of his pajama bottoms.
He picked me up with both arms and carried me into the dimly lit bedroom. Once there he held me in his arms for a moment, leaning his forehead into mine. He gave me a quick affectionate kiss on the lips then unfurled his tongue into my mouth. He kissed with all the passion in his heart and I returned it with the same fervor and lust.
He placed me on the bed and quickly nestled his body against mine. Spooning me he placed his mouth at my ear and licked it gently, making me squirm.
"You always have mascara with you?" he whispered. I thought about my answer. "Well?"
"The truth is," I began, leaning my back into him, "I sometimes wear it when I jerk off at home. Mascara sort of makes me feel feminine as I think about my dream man."
Jose was caressing my hole with his fingers.
"I like hearing that from you, sweet loving pussy," he whispered, lightly pinching my hole. I gasped not from pain but because he applied the perfect pressure to make me feel great. I liked what he called me, too, but he only did it here and there. He had an assortment of names for me and I loved them all. "And isn't your dream man like me?"
"He does remind me of you," I answered. "How far am I from your dream girl?"
"Closer than you think, pussy." He continued touching, squeezing and fingering me. I kept my hand on his legendary uncut cock, squeezing it all over, praising it with moans and soft utterances. A thought suddenly occurred to me.
"I have to ask you," I said. "Do you want me to dress like this to visit your mama?"
"No," he said firmly. "Dress the way you usually are. I only want you to dress feminine like this for me, here. Okay?"
"Okay," I said, relieved. "That makes me feel a lot better."
"Get the lube, cumdump," he said, abruptly changing the topic. I felt heat rise to my face and knew I was blushing. He must have seen that. I reached for the lube on the nightstand and squeezed a good amount in my hand. I handed the bottle to him. As I lubed his cock he squirted some into my hole. He handed me the bottle and I returned it to the stand.
"Are you a cumdump?" he asked. I felt the head of his cock at my entrance, gently knocking as if asking to come in. "Answer me."
"If I am I am only willingly one man's cumdump," I answered. "But that's just me. I don't want to be fucked by all the men in town. I just want one." I pushed out my hole to open it for him and he slipped the spongy head inside. I gasped, stiffening my body as a normal reaction to the initial pain of penetration. He sensed this and stayed still.
"Good answer," he whispered in my ear. "Good girl." My hole opened a bit more with his whisper and he pushed his cock forward to occupy the new available space.
"It's so big, Jose," I said. "You are bigger than most men. It seems like a blessing in a way for a man like you but I wonder if it's always so painful."
"I've been told before that I'm too big. It's eight inches for fuck's sake. It's not a foot. And I've fucked you several times now so the pain can't be too bad if you keep returning." He kissed my neck.
"The beginning is always painful," I said, feeling those gentle kisses reverberate through my body. "After, there is less pain and some pleasure, and maybe a lot more pleasure if I'm lucky. But there's always a note of pain. It's not great." And that's when his kisses were really lighting a fire inside me and I knew I would soon be fine.
"I want you to love my body and my cock for real," he said. "And for a long time. I'm not perfect but I'm really working on making your pussy feel amazing. I keep getting there but I know it doesn't last. I still have work to do so your pleasure lasts longer, is maybe eternal. And I'll never be able to settle down if I can't do that." He rolled me onto my stomach and straddled me, his cockhead nestled nicely inside me. He reached for the nightstand. He opened the drawer and removed a small brown bottle.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Poppers," he said as he unscrewed the cap. "They drive pussies and cocksuckers wild. You'll see. Okay?"
"Okay," I said. I had forgotten about poppers and now I remembered I had done them a few times maybe a decade earlier. An eternity ago.
"Yep. They drive pussies wild and men wild, too. We just love those horny popper cocksuckers going nuts for our cocks."
I sighed.
"I'll hold the bottle to your nostril," he continued, "and you take a couple long sniffs. Then I'll put it at the other nostril. Okay?"
I nodded. As he did this he pushed his cock deeper inside me.
He took some and put the cap back on the bottle. He put it on the nightstand.
He leaned into me, wrapping his arms around my chest and whispering in my ear.
"I'm all man," he said, "and you're the girl for me." I squeezed his cock and he groaned, which led me to squeeze again with more meaning and affection. It was a feedback loop of squeezing causing moaning causing more squeezing. It felt amazing.
Not losing a beat so his big uncut cock stayed firmly inside me he moved us to a missionary position. I grabbed my ankles and spread my legs for him. He looked at his cock inside me.
"That's nice," he sighed. He seemed content.
"Your arms look bigger," I said, taking my hands off my ankles. My legs stayed spread-eagled for a moment. I squeezed both of his biceps and was in heaven. But I couldn't keep the position very long and my legs started to tremble.
"I've been working out more on my arms," he said, grabbing my ankles and spreading my legs. He held me firm this way and it felt better to me. "I know you like my big strong arms so I want them to be perfect for you. But the fat on my belly is staying," he chuckled.
I enjoyed it when he mentioned his arms and that he was perfecting them for me. He didn't even have to do that extra work because they were perfect to me already. But the gesture was wonderful. He could talk about those masculine arms again and again, and he routinely did on the phone and in person when we were alone, and I would always end up blushing like a schoolgirl with a crush.
"Your big strong arms are something," I said and what an understatement that was. "They do things to me when I see them. And when you sweep me off my feet like you did again there. Well, I like that quite a bit."
"A bit?" Jose was in my ear, driving me wild. "I guess I should stop then, seeing that you don't like these pussy protectors enough." He moved a bicep to my face so I could see it and admire it. I gave it a loving kiss.
"I don't want you to stop working those sexy arms of yours," I said. I squeezed his cock. "I'm sorry for what I said because it wasn't true. I actually love and am in love with those big arms and that big strong body. And one of my favourite things with you is when you sweep me off my feet."
"Why didn't you say that then?"
"I worry that my feelings are one-sided. It's not easy to say what I mean especially since I don't hear those kinds of things from you." I thought I was being sincere.
"What?" He looked surprised and insulted. "I tell you all the time how you're a good cocksucker and pussy. That you're so sweet and such a good cook. You would be a good wife, you know."
Thunder rumbled suddenly high above our heads and I flinched. Jose squeezed me gently.
"My pussy protectors are here for you, baby." He held me close. "I'm the kind of man who wants his girl to feel safe and secure. I've said it before and it will always be true."
"I really, really appreciate and love that. Thanks." The thunder continued for a while and Jose was there holding me, keeping me safe and protected. I reached down to touch his cock inside me and noticed it was rubbing against the panty fabric. "You want me to take the panties off, Jose? Maybe it will feel better fucking my pussy."
"What? No, it feels great. I love fucking you while you wear them. You look so sexy and feminine." He started to caress the pantyhose, enjoying the texture and feel. I squeezed his cock long to show affection for him.
"You feel so good inside me now," I sighed. He moved so that our mouths were closer. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I relinquished easily, unable to resist him. He found a rhythm where he would French kiss me, lean into me, thrust his cock as far as he could while circling my horny pleasure button without touching it. I was writhing uncontrollably as he did this, as he got closer and closer to that button. Then, with one strong thrust, he hit the button with his best shot and continued over and over, unstoppable in his determination to have us both fire away.
"Don't stop," I told him, my eyes locked on his. I was gasping, moaning, sighing and feeling completely unhinged. Not even the thunder or lightning could stop me now.
My body was headed somewhere toward the liminal space that only exists in those rare times of passion, and even rarer times of love. And it was a space that I have only visited with one person, a man called Jose, a man I'd known for a mere few weeks.
I heard sobbing and felt tears in my eyes as my hole twitched and squeezed Jose and cum oozed out of my cock. Jose couldn't escape my orgasmic spasms and he rode them until he came in spine-tingling spurts that left goosebumps all over his muscled arms and torso. I looked at his face but could barely see detail through the film of tears in my eyes. It almost looked like he had been sobbing, too, but that seemed unlikely to me so I said nothing.
Jose maneuvered us into a spooning position while staying inside me. It was astonishing that he could do this, and that staying inside me was still possible after we had both come. But here we were; it felt fine and normal and I settled into his embrace and warm belly.
"I love your big strong arms," I sighed. "I love them."
"I love you," he whispered, pulling a blanket over us. He shut the light.
"I love you, too," I said. And as he held me tight and kept me safe and protected that night I couldn't help but wonder where this was headed, if anywhere at all.