Title: An Intimate Moment Author: Dean Hodgson Keywords: MF, fantasy Synopsis: After a consuming lightning-bolt of lust and desire, they simply had to let the passion thrive! This is a work of fiction. All of the characters portrayed in this story are protected by copyright as is the story itself. If you wish to distribute it or archive it, you have my permission as long as the work remains whole and unchanged in any way and the author�s name and copyright information is included. copyright (c) 2012 all rights reserved They spotted each other across the crowded room. She turned away briefly then looked back, now staring as if mesmerized. She dimpled at his smile and tipped her head, exposing her neck. He rose. Her hand touched her throat as she watched him weave through the crowd. She turned away from her boring date, dismissing him completely. In moments he stood before her. Her leg moved toward him and her ankle-length leather jacket flapped open just enough to expose her black stretched microskirt and knee-length boots. Tall and thin, she placed a hand on her hip, elbow bent, and opened her jacket to show him her loose leopardprint dress. Its deep V-front open down to her navel. Beneath his charcoal jacket, he wore a chameleon shirt that was now hued dark red with curiosity and instant lust. His blue eyes travelled down then up. Her own deep dark eyes stared into his and, in that magical moment, she felt his soul. It stirred invitingly, called to her own. She blinked, looked down, briefly touched his chest, smiled. Then, scantly brushing his inner thigh, she silently turned. Her arm hooked his as they pushed through the noisy crowd and blaring music toward the way out. The night street was ablaze with trumpeting cars, colourful neons, huge screens, signs. People bustled about the city, the chill wind whipped their coats. "I live close by," he said. She patted his hand as they walked. "Good," she said, "let's go." She placed one foot carefully before the other as they quick stepped over the wet footpath. She could feel his thoughts: Where have you been all my life? My god, I'm so hard! He's just perfect, she thought. The wind flapped her coat, billowed her leopardprint dress open, exposing her bare breast to his welcome glimpse. Smiling, she hesitated before shrugging the coat closed. They quickly reached his apartment building. Inside the lift, she pressed against him, squeezed her thighs around one of his. Her breath caught his ear, her tongue, flicked, she hummed. He breathed. Too soon the doors parted. His fingers tapped the keypad and his door clicked open. The moment they were inside, even before the door whispered shut, she pinned him against a wall with her hands on his shoulders; her body slid and ground on his. She laughed, white teeth bright as lights automatically flickered on. He grunted. Her lips brushed his. She pushed a knee between his legs, urgent pressure against his crotch. She revelled as extreme engorgement rolled against her stomach. Heat flushed through her trembling body. They kissed. Lips explored lips, tongues caressed each other, breaths inhaled and gasped. His hands roamed her back. She parted her coat and he gently parted her top and wrapped his arms around her slender form, hugging her onto him. She squirmed, her body trembling in delightful sparklettes just from the kissing alone and the feel of his hands on her back and sides. "Stay," she whispered. She lightly kissed his throat, unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his belt. Bending her knees, her tongue touched the edge of her mouth as her hands fumbled his zipper. Looking up to his eyes, she dropped his pants and playfully sniggered as his swollen cock flopped out. She grinned and gripped it with her left hand, regarded it thoughtfully for a moment, then parted her lips. He quivered and swelled further, longer, slightly thicker. Her own body shook again as she opened her mouth and used her tongue to gently roll his foreskin back, exposing an enlarged purple crown. She nuzzled the rounded head, blew gently on it. It felt oh so heavenly, engorged, ready for her. She kissed it, rubbed her lips along it, giggled, then took the length of him slowly into her mouth. She rubbed the head on the top of her mouth -- he squirmed -- and he gasped as she suddenly sucked hard. Her tongue lashed him and he groaned more. Her head bobbed as she alternated between sucking and licking. Her noises and his heavy breathing were the only sounds. His hands found her hair, fingers ran lovingly through it. His breathing laboured, quickened. Her own breaths were now strong, her breasts heaved with each breath, and she could feel her excited body react to his smell, his taste, his fullness, his being, what she was doing to him. "Oh!" he suddenly exclaimed. "That's�" His fingers spread wide as his hands curled through her thick black hair. Her tension built; his body shook. "Um --" but it was too late. His cock pulsed. She squeezed and sucked very hard as he jetted the first few times. Gagging briefly on the salty thick stuff, she pulled her head back. Her own body and voice reacted as she, too, came forcefully. It startled her. "Oh my g --!" The feelings flashed through her. Never before had she ever had an orgasm by simply giving felatio. She pulled back, gripped his pulsating cock tightly, cried out, "Oh fuck!" released him. Drops splattered her neck and chest. His cock jerked in her hand, jerked again, and again. Delighted, she released her grasp and his next squirt landed on her cheek. With her right finger she brushed it off and popped it into her mouth. He saw the lines around eyes crinkle with her naughty wide smile. She licked him again then rose to her full height, her head even with his own. Her mouth sought his again and they kissed hungrily. Pulling her coat and top apart she felt his bare chest rub against her breasts and hard nipples. Her breathing was almost as heavy as his. Her blood boiled. She lifted her skirt, parted long legs, raised on toes, pressed his cock between. He gasped, both from the feeling and the knowledge she was bare beneath. Gently, she found the right spot, rubbed herself on him for only a moment, and then, grasping firmly, she inserted him. Barely inside, she savoured the feeling before pushing him in all the way. He slid into her easily, they were both incredibly wet. She shoved him hard against the wall -- he groaned and blew -- and she kissed him again, brushing her tongue across his. She gripped his arms with a ferocious strength, pinned him against her. Her hips moved and she fucked him with incredible strength, felt his length slowly slide in and out with each of her thrusts. He returned her movements but each time she forced thudded back against the wall. Her thoughts flashed as the warmth rose from her hard bud. She kissed him again and continued kissing, minute after minute, thud after loud thud, muffled moan after moan, until, without warning, he cried out once more and came again, this time inside her. Her head threw back and she couldn't help shouting as her own second orgasm quaked. This feeling was what she lived for! Together, they came and came and not once did they question how they were able to continue cumming. When the moment had passed, when they were panting and glowing � still coupled together � she took his head between her palms, kissed him again, and said into his ear, "I love you." He felt his cock squeezed tight by her inside muscles. Her hot breath caressed his skin just before he heard a faint click, and felt the first euphoric pain. ### September 2011, Revised June 2012 Author's notes: This story began as a love-at-first-sight scene, based on a tale recited by an acquaintance concerning her real life. It occured to me, though, that perhaps there was another underlying reason behind her rapt willingness and instant love. If this story turned you on, made your pussy wet or cock hard, if you came, let me know! I thrive on readers' orgasms as much as you take mine and I love to hear readers' details. Let me know your own fantasies and experiences. Together we can have so much fun! I always reply. Contact me at dean-hodgson @ hotmail.com. Story website https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Dean_Hodgson/wwwAn_Intimate_Moment