Luck Happens, Part II (Bisexual/Encounters)
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Leez returned from her shift and, except for bathroom breaks, we never got out of bed for the rest of the day. I had popped her cork and she was bubbling over.
Over the next couple of weeks, Leez and saw quite a bit of each other; she was slowly moving in. We adapted our schedules to her nursing shifts. As our relationship progressed and we began to understand more of each other, we appreciated each other more and our intimacy blossomed. We liked similar things and explored all the restaurants, movies, concerts and museums. Simply stated, we just liked being with each other.
I noticed the change in her as she began to live her life more fully. She was out of her house and luxuriating in her new-found confidence. Physically, I noticed that her cocoa skin often glowed which made me feel wonderfully proud and even more crazy about her. We laughed all the time. It was as though our comfort zones dovetailed.
Our sex became more emotional and erotic. Together, we were an orgasm machine. There were moments when we just sat on the couch watching television and just touching each other gave us goosebumps. And then there were other moments when we lit fireworks.
Sometimes, I find her on her computer reading one of my stories. Let me describe this scene to you and you will see how fulfilling writing can be: She was sitting on the bed with her laptop open to one of my more erotic stories. One hand scrolled the page while the other hand scrolled her nipple. I stood in the doorframe but she didn't see me as she was so engrossed in the words. Little moans escaped her lips. She moved her hand into her panties. The room filled with with her delightful scent. She began to rub herself in staccato. I was watching her cum and I was loving it. She made some little squeals and then slowed down. She was panting and catching her breath. I withdrew quietly with a very satisfied demeanor.
She loves my stories. We've discussed them. She told me that during a work break, she masturbates to them. Ah, the benefits of being an erotic author.
One afternoon, she came by while I was writing. I was on a roll and unable to stop. She tried everything to tear me away from my work but I was oblivious and 'in the zone.' That was until I heard the buzz of a vibrator. I turned from the computer and saw her on the couch rubbing her Hitachi Maggic Wand over her pussy.
"Since you wouldn't help me, I decided to help myself."
"I'm here now."
"Too late. Now you have to sit down in front of me and watch me...watch me drip. I'm dripping for you, Ray...I'm imagining your story about Captiva while the toy is on my clitty."
The air filled with her arousal and I was mesmerized by the scent and the vision before me, just a few feet from my face. Her vagina literally oozed her nectar as she moaned. She rubbed the wand all around her puss and over her anus. She pressed it hard against herself.
"You're making me come, baby. Watching you watching me is so hot. Pull out your cock and stroke it for me. Let me see it spit...Show me how you love to see me cum...I'm coming for you, baby."
I stroked myself and within a short time, her exhibitionist display had me throbbing.
"Ungh...oh...yes...here it comes, baby...here it comes..." I moved closer staring at her convulsing lips. "Yes...Yes...you're making me cum...yes." Her vagina began to flood her thighs until she squealed and pulled it away, panting for breath. "Did you like that...did you? Now you come for me. Let me see you shoot. Cum on me."
I was very close. I stood up over her and pumped myself vigorously.
"Here's my cum, lover."
I spat ropes of cum onto her breasts. Several shots hit her face and neck. She urged me on telling me to cum all over her. When I was done, she took my cock between her soft lips and cleaned me. I knelt down and began to lick my cum off her. Holding her nipples, I pulled her breasts apart and cleaned her cleavage. I didn't swallow letting it collect in my mouth instead. Then we kissed sharing the creampie and giggling like two little kids.
"I've been wanting to do this with you. I wanted you to see what I look like when I cum like this. I wanted you to cum on me. I like being dirty with you. You make me feel so free...and so wanton."
We were just like little kids playing. One night, we covered each other in chocolate sauce and whipped cream. One day, we fucked outside on my lanai. Everyday seemed like a new adventure. Did I say that we laughed a lot?
Please don't misunderstand me. It wasn't always sex. It was just being with each other. We were becoming partners and savoring each moment. We had interesting intellectual conversations, too...about politics, books, ideas, etc. It was soon obvious that we were a great fit.
I began to feel protective toward her. At this point, I think I should relate an experience that happened a few weeks ago, (I never shared this event with Leez before. She is reading about it here for the first time.)
Now you know that this old hippie is all about peace and love. I do not get overly physical nor do I ever get violent. I think the last time I hit someone was in fourth grade. Also, I am not comfortable around racists or bigots. If I can't ignore them, I just leave and find a better vibe. Also, I have no time for stupid. Unfortunately, living in Florida can test one's limits.
One of my neighbor's is one of these morons and I keep him at a distance. He acts like some kind of Mafia tough guy. He walks with a cocky 'gangsta' swagger even though he's way too old to play that role effectively. He just comes off like a big jerk. Sadly, there is little if anything upstairs. Anyway, one day I am carrying my garbage to the dumpster when he arrives with his garbage as I am leaving.
"I see you got a ladyfriend, Ray. She sure is a fine purty n*****r."
"What did you just say?"
"You heard me. What's the matter, you don't like you own kind? You into whores?"
Instinctively, I reacted. "Watch your mouth, Lucas. Don't you ever say something like that to me. You watch yourself."
"Oh, Mr. Tough Guy...standing up for your darkie, are you?"
I remembered what an old friend once told me. He was a professional hockey player and a star, at that. He once told me that in a hockey fight, you hit the opponent in the nose first so that it breaks and bleeds like a fountain. Even if you're getting the shit kicked out of you, the fans in the top tier think you're winning because they can clearly see all the blood on the other guys face and on the ice. In an instant, my fist broke Lukas's nose and he fell to the ground. I laid an uppercut into his chin and that was all she wrote. I stared down at him and told him never to speak to me again, I told him to stay away from me and that if he ever approached me again, I would call the police and press charges for assault. Since that day, whenever I see him, he hides behind a car which suits me fine. You don't say things like that to me or anyone else. Period.
That night, Leez wondered why my knuckles were bruised and I made up a story. She didn't have to know that her old hippie had such a violent side, especially where it come to her. In fact, I didn't know that either but I didn't dwell upon it. I did what I did and that's that. I'm not proud of it but maybe I am. Fuck him.
Another day, we were lying out on the beach. We were both stoned and a little drunk from a little too much of the grape. "I've read all your online stories, Ray."
"So what did you think?"
"I liked them a lot. Some made me cum so hard, my hands were sore. They are very hot."
"Which one did you like the best?"
"Oh, there are a bunch. "Thong" was beautiful and so soulful. "Gail and Gina..." made me cry. "My First Bisexual Couple" is so hot, I've reread it a few times and fingered myself every time. Same thing with "I Love This Beach" and "Small World..." I loved your friend Lora's "First Time Bi..." confession. And that "...Reunion!" Did all those things really happen?"
"Yes. Those are all scenes from my life. I write them so I never forget the details. And, to give others pleasure...remotely."
"Ray, I'm ready. I want to share an experience with you. I want to share a secret...just between you and me. Let's have an adventure. How do we go about it? I'd prefer to do it with strangers...people we'll never see again."
"Let me think on it, darlin'."
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