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Hard Way, The (MFF, bi, affair)
By Anonymous (1990)

I was in Tampa on business. It was June, and Tampa was beautiful 
as usual.

I was part of an elite group of sales people - highly specialized, 
well trained, smooth operators. These guys were the cream of the 
crop- from the best schools, top achievers, and very sharp. After 
long days of strategy sessions, product updates, and round tables, 
we all usually looked forward to unwinding. This was my first trip 
to Tampa, but several of my colleagues were veterans of the area. 
They knew all the stops. 

Monday & Tuesday were pretty long days, we ended up at the Baja 
Beach Club and soaked up a few Coronas and philosophized. Mick was 
a real charismatic guy and funny as hell. He began to tell us what 
the star-studded Tampa nights could offer. I've seen tons of 
gorgeous women, but Tampa seemed to have more than its share that 
night. 

Mick and the guys talked about a few of the night clubs they liked 
and about some of the better strip bars. Back at home I was living 
with someone at the time, and this overload of sensuality really 
made me want the trip to end quickly so I could return to my lady. 
At home, I was never one to go to strip bars much- I had all the 
woman I needed right there. 

But this night in Tampa, my vote was for the strip bar because I 
knew the rules there. There, it was just a tease. No matter what 
we drank, did, or said, I was getting no action there-which is 
what I wanted: or so I told myself. I was in a groove that night, 
and I knew if I went to a meat market with them, anything could 
happen. I guess I was trying to keep what I had going at home 
honest, but Mick and the Tampa nights made the sale. With only two 
cars between the seven of us, I was either going with them or 
staying in my hotel room. I know, "poor you," you're saying, but 
it really was a struggle.

When our rented "CIA-mobiles" as we called them rolled into 
Stingers, the Porches, B-mers, and Jags were deep in the valet 
lot. We pulled curbside and piled out like the secret service. The 
beat of the music virtually pulled us inside the frosted glass 
doors and we beheld LOTS of gorgeous flesh. It was kind of funny, 
any of those women would have been stars back home, but here 
tonight, none of them particularly stood out. They just looked 
good. 

I hung out by the bar mostly & talked with a few of the other guys 
as the DJ mixed some very hot tunes. As sharp as some of these 
guys w ere, they weren't all completely at ease. I could tell a 
couple of them felt a little self-conscious, but that was OK by 
me- it gave me someone safe to talk to. Then, a very pretty 
brunette came over and took my hand. 

"Would you like to dance?" she smiled (well, she practically 
screamed it because the music was so loud). Sure, what harm could 
a dance do? Let me tell you, this woman at about 5'6" (I'm 6') was 
absolutely hypnotizing on the dance floor. Short dark brown hair, 
long, smooth, tanned legs accentuated by white pumps, slim waist 
draping nicely to curvy hips and a round ass that moved in circles 
or spirals or something that definitely had me hooked. 

As she moved to the music, her arms raised and her eyes closed. 
Her head tipped back and the perspiration glistened on her golden 
neck. Mick was on the floor with someone and that "gotcha" look 
from him snapped me out of my trance. I was on full tilt- all bets 
were off now. After that cute little babe got my engine started, I 
really needed to cool down. 

A few more Coronas and a few dances later led me to learn that 
Mick couldn't figure it. Apparently he was as amazed at all the 
attention I was getting. I don't think I asked more than two women 
to dance- they were coming to me. I promised Mick I'd give him a 
few dance lessons before we went out next time. He and I both, as 
it turned out, would be thoroughly surprised before the night was 
over.

As beautiful as most of these women were, and as electric as the 
atmosphere was that night, I made no moves on any one- didn't 
attempt even a semblance of a conversation- until, standing on a 
balcony above the crowd, I saw what I thought had to be a mirage. 
About thirty feet away and 15 feet below me stood an amazing 
sight. 

For a moment, everything faded away and all I saw was this 
striking blonde-shoulder length, sparkling, blond curls; slender, 
elegant arms posed gloriously from a sleeveless red sequined mini 
dress. The curves were unmistakable and perfect. Her cheekbones 
were high and dramatic and even from that distance, I noticed the 
way they pouted and dimpled as her smile outshone the brightest 
lights in the joint. I was drawn to her. 

As my senses began to return to me, I noticed that she was 
surrounded by men. One of them was trying to smooth talk her while 
the others seemed purposely, though discreetly, positioned to take 
his place once he flubbed. Something told me they wouldn't have 
the opportunity. Tunnel vision took over, I barely remember 
leaving the balcony. 

The next thing I knew, I was at the bar beside her, and in 
complete disregard of this other guy, took her hand gently, made 
serious eye contact, leaned toward her ear and breathed "You look 
like you could use a rescue. Can I buy you a drink?" As cool as I 
am, and considered attractive by many women, I don't particularly 
pride myself on pick up lines. 

In retrospect, this one wasn't so hot either, but it just came 
out. The words seemed to birth themselves and I don't think our 
eyes parted the rest of the night. It was crowded downstairs, so 
we walked back up to second level bar. She thanked me for saving 
her, and laughed that she should have known better than to wear 
that dress. 

She was coming off of a disappointing relationship and hadn't 
planned to meet anyone. She just wanted to get pretty, go dancing, 
leave a few jaws on the floor, and feel especially appreciated 
that night. She knew she looked hot in that dress, but wasn't 
quite prepared for the attention it brought her. She said she was 
mobbed the minute she walked in and felt surprisingly comforted 
when I came to her. We had some pleasant small talk just for a few 
minutes. I was lost in her deep blue eyes, there was something 
especially sincere and inviting about them, but I managed to tell 
her how much I wanted to see her again. 

Knowing I was in town on business for a few more days, she gave me 
her number, we hugged, and she was gone. I watched her leave- the 
only word that describes her body is "perfect." As she walked 
away, I watched her ass move with a sophistication that left me 
speechless. 

As she disappeared, I swiveled my stool and stared at my beer and 
a huge smile completely captured my face. As I hoisted my glass, 
still smiling to myself, my eye caught two women sitting directly 
across from me. They were looking at me and their smiles seemed 
"knowing"- as if they were thinking, "Wow, he just made the score 
of a lifetime and he knows it." I don't remember what they looked 
like other than those smiles. Who knows what they were really 
thinking, but I certainly had made a hell of beginning.

Joanna and I saw each other after work the next day. We dressed 
casually and she took me to a local juke that had a live band. It 
was small, comfortable and not the meat market we had met in the 
night before. An alligator or elk head or something hung over the 
bar. It's tough to remember much of anything accept the closeness 
we quickly developed and the magnitude of her beauty. Even in the 
loose fitting blouse she wore that evening, I could tell that her 
breasts were as perfect as every other more visible inch of her. 
The fine, blond hair on her tanned arms, the French manicured 
nails that tipped soft slender fingers, the coral-colored lips 
that kissed me and whispered excitedly in my ear.

We didn't dance much that night, just held one-another close and 
stayed in constant touch. It's difficult to describe beauty like 
this. "Perfect" is admittedly a very subjective physical 
description, but I can't find any other. When I say she was 
tanned, I mean perfectly tanned. Not dark, not red or pink, just 
tanned. Her skin was smooth and supple. 

When I say she was blond, I don't mean dark blonde or white 
blonde, I mean scintillating, clean, golden blonde. When I say her 
eyes were blue, I don't mean like the sky or like the ocean, I 
mean like blue jewels. 

When I say her breasts were perfect, I don't mean large or small, 
I mean "perfect." They were firm, yet soft, more than a hand full 
but not suffocating. Her nipples were not thick, they were not 
thin, they were perfect. Her legs were not meaty or bony, her 
thighs and calves were well defined and joined by knees that had a 
beauty all their own. My memory of her beauty isn't clouded or 
embellished by the passion that followed, she really was a sight.

As we left the juke, she played some nice tunes in her new black 
Prelude. Once she shifted into high gear, I couldn't resist taking 
the palm of her right hand and placing it against my mouth. I 
breathed into her palm and kissed her. My tongue traced the lines 
of her fingers. Her speech began to slow and her breathing 
deepened as I sucked each finger gently into my mouth, teasingly 
lapping my tongue at the web between each of them. 

Although I needed to be up early the next morning and expected to 
be back at my hotel room, when the car stopped and I opened my 
eyes we were at her apartment condo. The lavishly landscaped 
grounds and lighted fountains seemed to heighten the mood even 
more. I followed her up the walk and into her place. The door 
closed, the keys hit the table and she turned to meet my most 
passionate kiss. She really hadn't led me to expect anything, and 
as much as I wanted her I didn't want her to think I took anything 
for granted. 

She popped the cork on a bottle of wine and we lounged on her 
unfurnished living room floor. With the lights off the television 
our only illumination, I began to rub her shoulders. She moaned 
with relief and anticipation. She hesitated when I asked to take 
her to her bedroom where we'd be more comfortable. I assured her 
that I understood the word "no" and that if I were that kind of 
guy she'd have been in trouble already. 

She laughed, because she knew I was sincere and she wanted what I 
did. She led me to her bedroom, kissed me and laid face down on 
her bed. I lifted her blouse, undid her bra and began to warm her 
with my large, strong hands. Her "aahs" and "oohs" hastened as I 
soothed and attended her. She turned to face me revealing for the 
first time her absolutely perfect breasts. One of my hands 
tenderly cupped her breast as I knelt at the side of her bed and 
began to kiss her stomach. 

I sucked, licked, nibbled and kissed every pore of her torso her 
entire body was writhing in arousal before I allowed my tongue to 
touch her nipples. As my fingertips traced her side, her back 
arched, pushing her warm breast into my mouth. I turned her onto 
her back again, removed the rest of my clothing, and lifted her 
blonde curls to kiss the back of her neck. Down I kissed to the 
center and sides of her lower back, removing her pants and panties 
at last. 

I stood above her completely nude body, I marveled at the contrast 
between her tanned white body, and my darker brown skin. Like rich 
coffee with cream, my skin complemented hers perfectly. I thrilled 
at this vision before me for what seemed like minutes. Her ass was 
shapely without an ounce of flab, enough definition to appreciate 
without the extra plump that pads a good posterior pounding. Her 
pubic area was "perfect." not too full, not hairless but soft, 
fine, blonde and VERY attractive. I had to have her completely. 

She turned and I moved between her knees, kissing my way to her 
vulva. The sweet smell drew me in and I kissed and sucked her 
folds, flicking my tongue over her most sensitive spots. She 
raised her legs so that her toes pointed to the ceiling and my 
tongue gave her a prelude to the entree. She moved her hips at a 
quickening pace, dropping her legs and wrapping her calves behind 
by head. With her arms outstretched, white knuckled hands clutched 
the bed linens tightly and her orgasm overtook her like the 
crashing waves at Clearwater beach. She was so sensitized by this 
that she couldn't stand further kissing, though I could've 
lingered there for hours if not days. 

Holding her tightly I pressed into her back and against her sweet 
ass. My 9 1/2" cock had been a solid rock for over 2 hours by this 
time. I knew it was destined for great things. Her hand reached 
behind to feel what she hadn't dared to dream. I felt her fingers 
start at the top. They felt, squeezed, hesitated, and then 
searched the length. I heard her gasp as she reached the base, 
then she turned to me and lovingly explored by mouth with her 
tongue.

She soon went for the penis that she'd been dreaming of all day. 
Grasping from the bottom, she covered the head with her perfect 
lips. As her tongue encircled me, she pumped slowly with her hand. 
I'd had plenty of blow jobs before this, but for some reason I'd 
never been able to cum this way. At first I thought the others 
just weren't talented enough, but after a deep-throater that was, 
by far, more than anyone has a right to expect, I decided that it 
was a mental block on my part. 

Well Joanna blew my mental block completely away that night, as 
she closed her mouth, and pumped my Johnson's head against her 
moistened lips I watched that beautiful, serene face and that 
golden hair shining in the moonlight, and I just spewed tremendous 
jiz into her now open mouth.

After getting it all, she sat up on her heels, smiled, and with 
her tongue caught a small glob making a run for her chin.

I was dazed. and the thought of being able to cum that way had me 
hard again in seconds. After a beer chaser, we resumed our torrid 
lovemaking and she wasted no time in climbing atop my pleasure 
post. Slowly she lowered herself and the tightness of her 
exquisite cunt turned my granite pillar into steel. I held her 
rotating hips as she masterfully stroked every inch of me. Feeling 
her warmth and tightness would have been enough, but added to the 
view her gorgeous face and those phenomenal tits the experience 
was unreal. 

Her moans and gasps turned to ecstatic grunts as she fucked my 
boner like she'd never have another chance (like hell she 
wouldn't). Then she began lifting herself completely off of me, 
and taking me back in quickly. What a feeling! My joint would pop 
out of her wetness, and the sensation of having to reenter her 
tight hole over and over again was fantastic. It's impossible to 
explain. I could have easily cum, but we were in such a rhythm I 
think she knew exactly where I was at all times. 

We were both having the best sex of our lives and there was no way 
it was ending yet. Without a word, she got off me and buried her 
head in her pillow with that gorgeous ass high in the air. She 
knew what to expect and I would've been in her faster if I hadn't 
needed to take a lingering look and lick of the most unbelievable 
mound ever presented to me. 

As I stood at the side of the bed, I grabbed her hips firmly and 
pulled her to me entering her and savoring every second. The 
leverage I had from standing gave me firm footing and my strokes 
were long and slow. Damn, it was so good my legs wouldn't continue 
to support me. I moved us forward and soon she was flat on her 
stomach with my entire length deep inside her from the backside. I 
raised myself on my hands, spread my legs astride hers and began 
fucking her for all I was worth, by the time our screaming stopped 
we had both cum together, and suddenly we both broke into 
outrageous laughter. I guess it was a weird reaction, but we were 
so good with each other it was all we could do.

In the afterglow she told me that she thought a lot of white guys 
had hang ups about penis size, and she joked that "Mother never 
told me it could be like this." What I thought and what I said 
were two different things. I thought, "I never fucked her mother, 
so I can understand why she wasn't warned." 

I said, "Well, babe, everyone's different and I've never had 
anyone like you before either." Truth is I'd been with red heads, 
blondes, brunettes, black, white and Asian women, but this one was 
flat out the very best ever. I really hadn't ever had anyone like 
her before or since. She was unusually insightful and self aware, 
and she was a lot of fun out of bed to boot.

I told her I'd call and went back home feeling like shit. Feeling 
like shit for betraying my woman, and feeling like shit for 
knowing I'd have to betray someone very special someone with whom 
I'd developed a very unique connection (not to mention the mind 
blowing sex). I figured I was even worse at long distance 
relationships than I was at up close and next door ones. 

I didn't see any point in stringing her on. So I made a decision 
that sucked. I made a decision alone that the two of us should 
have made together. I fell in love those days in Tampa. Some 
lessons, you just have to learn the hard way. 

The End
