Boatloads of Passion

Sedentary, quiet, and simple are words to describe my life. I was due for a change. Now I needed something for myself, I wanted to take a risk and meet a stranger on a train. I didn't want a commitment, I wanted passion. A word that had been floating around my brain for a long time. I joined an online chat forum and met many nice and kind people, but only one piqued my interest--a man who had questions, was smart, and loved music.

In our many conversations, I found him intuitive, warm, a little serious, a great listener, and perceptive. But most of all he had passion. Boatloads of passion. He wasn't the same old "it happens for a reason." The reason is choice. Now I'm choosing to do something I haven't done in a very long time.

This man lived somewhere in Texas. I knew that he had a dog and a cat. He worked and had a heart attack in his 30s. In a very short time, we were drawn to each other. We shared our life, but not necessarily our day-to-day stuff. It was more about songs we liked, our values, and life experiences. One day, I realized that I was so happy just thinking about chatting with him. As the hours crept slowly by until the time he usually showed up on the chat, I had horrible stomach pain and a headache. Was this more than like? During that chat we decided no more code names, we needed to have a phone conversation so that is what we did.

My phone rang and finally, it was David. I wanted to jump up and down. "Hi, Liz, I'm happy to hear your voice." We spoke about the songs we shared on chat, and then he sang some for me. Our conversation became flirty and sexual. It was all beautiful and touched my heart. We talked about meeting, "Pick 3 places, in the States, that you would like to go to, David." I picked three quickly and wrote them down. My three were Kentucky, Louisiana, and Maine. David's choices were Louisiana, Massachusetts, and Florida. Since Louisiana was on both our lists, that's what we decided. Once our destination was set, I was going to make the hotel reservations and David was the activity director.

We were both very excited to finally meet but more than that we would touch. Then we had a very honest conversation about sex. I would not call myself vanilla, but compared to David's symphony of flavors, I was. He considered himself pansexual, I consider myself straight but with a few experiences with women. Now I just wanted David.

David had already settled into the hotel, I sent a text to let him know I arrived and was on my way up to him. I stopped momentarily in front of a mirror, looking at myself, 5 '5", with straight brown hair, blue eyes, and a few curves. Since I was much older than he was, I was afraid I might look it, but people were always surprised when I told them my age, saying I looked younger. He opened the door, David put his arms around me and held me tight against his body. Then he lightly brushed his lips against mine. Any apprehension I may have felt at that moment disappeared. He was cute, had beautiful deep blue eyes, a mustache, a full beard, and was 6 foot tall. We stood there like fools, staring at each other with wide smiles.

"Do you need anything, Liz?" I looked him in the eyes and said, "Just you." David leans in and he covers my mouth with his. Walks me to the bed's edge and indicates that I should sit down. He sat next to me and gently pushed me onto the bed, our legs still dangling down. His hands touched me

over my clothes. "David, I'd like to get cleaned up from my trip. I won't be long." He hesitated but let me up, "Hurry back."

When I came out, he was sitting up on the bed against the headboard. I slowly walked toward him as I took off my clothes. Each piece marks a trail on the floor. Our eyes locked and our tongues licked lips. "Stay, where you are," I remarked when I got to the edge of the bed. He nodded, spread his legs, and hiked his knees up. Standing there for a moment, I turned around, letting him see my body, and then I crawled right in between his legs and kissed him. Our mouths, lips, and tongues pressed together so full of passion. I could hear our soft moans as we continued to kiss.

My hands unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the button, and lowered the zipper on his jeans. He removed his shirt, and we pulled off his pants and underwear. David's erection was flushed and fully hard. I so wanted to put my mouth on his cock, but I crawled up this bed with something else in mind. So I straddled his legs, took his stiffness into my hand, holding it upright. His hands came around my hips & I gradually sat down feeling the head of his hard shaft enter my wet pussy. It had been so long that I felt some pain, we both groaned. My inner muscles worked his cock, as I brought my cunt up his hardness and then back down. Sometimes my pussy would rest at the base of his cock on his pubic hair, and I bring my hips from front to back. Mmmm... Yeah... Ohhh, David utters. My cunt squeezes his cock while moving my pelvis in a circular motion up to the tip, then riding down and up faster.

He reached out to me and started to massage my clit. My whimpers and moans became louder as did David's. I think he knew instinctively when to remove his fingers from my swollen nub after I stuttered, "Yes, yes, yes," and climaxed. A moment later he thrust into me with a shout. My whole body shuddered. I could feel him pop inside me. He held me so tight and we both sighed. He kissed me chastely and murmured, "Let's go get cleaned up."

I entered the bathroom and started the shower. We were under the shower stream within minutes and helped each other with cleanup. David nuzzles my neck and whispers, "Liz turn around, put your hands on the tile." I froze, "HUH?" He laughs, "Don't worry, I want to play with you. Turn around and spread your cheeks." His finger slid down my crack with some lube. All of a sudden he is massaging my hole and gently enters it with one finger. "Does that feel good?" as he sends his finger further into my bum. Nothing comes out of my mouth. "There is something special I want you to wear tonight," he tells me. I turn my face to him and then look down into his hand. David has a small lubed butt plug. I nod. He penetrates me with it. As we were drying off, I felt all sorts of weird, but at least it stayed in.

At dinner, we hold hands and lightly touch each other's skin. We ordered our food and he asked, "Are you okay with the plug?" I start to giggle and blush, "Okay? I can't forget it is in there." "Liz, I can't either," his dick is hard thinking about me wearing the plug. We finished our meal and took a stroll around the French Quarter, stopping at a couple of bars on our way to the hotel. Once inside our room, he immediately brings me into the bathroom, takes out the plug, and puts a warm cloth to my hole. He kisses me gently, I feel so proud, as he tells me, "Liz, you're such a good girl to take that for me. I want to get you ready, then I can fuck you. I want it to feel good. Can I do that for you?" All I can say is, "David, I trust you." He made love to me that night. When I wake up, I smile.

Today is a busy day, with sightseeing tours and excursions. We got in the shower, and he wanted to put in the plug again. I chuckle, "David, we are going on an airboat tour. I don't think I can handle bouncing around with that." We looked at each other and burst out laughing. "Yeah, I get it" he spits out. His body pressed me against the cool tiles and he put two fingers in my anus. "Liz, you're

opening up, such a beautiful ass" kissing my neck and saying again, "You know this is mine." I give a thumbs up, as he rubs his finger down my crack, sending shivers all over my body.

We return from our long day as tourists. The airboat ride was a blast and the ghost walking tour was fun. David suggests room service, quick showers, and bed. I readily agree. We cuddle and kiss. Then, we sleep that night with our bodies in a spoon formation.

I wake early, I can hear David's breathing, and I hope it helps me fall back to sleep. But I just lie there with my eyes open, thinking about one thing, his cock in my mouth. I slip away from his body and turn to look at him. He's so handsome and alluring. I pull the bedding up and get under it, slowly moving my body down toward the prize I so desperately want. Once there I open my mouth and take his soft member in. Just holding him in my mouth before I do anything else. He stirs and softly whimpers. Still, in my mouth, I start to flick my tongue from the base to the slit. I have to adjust as his cock starts to grow.

Now he's awake, "Girl, what are you doing to me?" I take him out of my mouth, "You like, David?". He throws the bedding aside and tells me, "No one has ever done this for me, more... harder." I don't answer with words, I just get to work and put my mouth down on his prick, sucking and licking. Circling my tongue down to the base and sucking the tender skin on the way back up trying to suck every part of his cock. Taking him fully in my mouth to swallow him. Back to the base and up to the tip, repeating numerous times. His body has joined the fun, his hips make his cock fuck my mouth. He takes his hands to my head and presses his cock deep inside, I gag a little, but let him continue to go deep. David groans and takes one last push while he unloads his hot liquid down my throat. "Sweetheart, come up here" and we are face to face, he kisses me hard tasting himself on my lips.

"I couldn't wait any longer, sorry if I woke you" I quietly admit. He just kisses me with more passion than I had felt on this trip. "I loved it, Liz. I've never been waking up like that before," he says again, holding my face in his hands and looking me right in the eyes. "Let's just stay in bed, order room service, shower, and make love all day." was his plea. I'm all for it and we hold each other, skin to skin, before getting out of bed. Shower first, the butt plug popped back into me, and I will wear it until David removes it. We are going to make the best of this day, since it will be our last full day, here in New Orleans.

After our showers and breakfast, David told me to take off my robe and lay my stomach down on the bed. I complied immediately, every nerve in my body on high alert. I felt the bed shift positions as he came to a stop behind me. He takes a deep breath and then sighs, "All mine. Mmmm, bring your ass up, I need your hands back here, hold your cheeks, and let me see you, lover." He pulls out the plug and rubs my pretty pink puckered hole. The next thing I feel are his lips and tongue, wet and kissing me there. I started shaking, sensations I was not accustomed to feeling. He drips some lube on my hole, and then fingers enter me, back and forth, in and out. I make noises that I've never heard myself make before.

The whole time he is playing with my ass, there are kisses and soft tender touches, speaking softly to me with encouraging words. Soon he removes his fingers and a dildo enters me. There is a fullness and a little burn. David asks again how I feel while he circles the dildo inside me. "Okay." is all I could get out. When the dildo comes out I feel empty. Now it feels like he put a larger plug inside of my hole. He moves next to me and asks if it feels good. I can't speak, and I mumble something unintelligible. I feel his arms around me and I feel safe. "Babe, you're ready for me, but first I want to taste you and make you cum with my mouth." His hushed words make me quiver.

David's body is on top of me, working his lips and tongue down my torso. Stopping between my legs that are spread wide, he puts his hands on my ass and lifts me to his mouth. I feel his face spread my pussy lips as he starts licking my clit. It's not just his tongue but his full beard tickling and rubbing on me. He moves us up the bed, still with his mouth on me. My legs are in the air and my hips gyrating as he pushes his face harder on my wet cunt. "David, David, don't stop," I beg. He put fingers into my vagina, moving them round and round, back and forth, in and out. My whole body shakes with excitement. Ahhh... mmmm... ahhh, are my sounds. My hips are doing double time and his mouth is sucking my clit so hard. I have the most sensual orgasm of my life.

The plug is removed, lube drizzled, condom rolled on, and David's holding my hips up, as he enters my bum hole. He stops right as he gets inside, letting me adjust, there is some discomfort, but I get used to him. "Liz," He murmurs. "Fuck me, David," I voice. Every nerve ending is sparking as he starts to advance further into me. "Fuck me, David" I roar, and we both groan. He is driving his cock deep inside, his hand on my ass, while my hips rise to meet his body over and over. I feel stretched and full of his sex. My whole body is on fire with euphoric feelings of pleasure. David tells me he is close and I can't even answer him. The words suddenly came out of my mouth, "Cum in me, do it." He gives one final hard push and squeals loudly. His body comes down on me, he is still panting, and he whispers, "Perfect." in my ear. After a few minutes, I gently push him to my side and I stand to get a damp cloth to clean us.

We lay in bed holding each other, not moving or speaking. Finally, I say, "We've been at this for over five hours. Time to get something to eat." David replies, "I noticed a place around the corner, let's get something to go." For the first time all day, we got dressed. I put on a casual dress, with no undies. While we were in the elevator, I flashed my ass at him and he smacked it a couple of times. I turned pink and beamed while feeling that sting.

After lunch, we shower again and resume our, oh, so comfortable naked prone position on the bed. David snuggles up to my body and softly requests, "Want to try something?" I'd give this man almost anything he wants, so the answer is simple, "Of course." He speaks again, "I'm going to touch your body, and you will touch yourself too. Listen to your breathing, feel the fingertips brush over your skin, and let it turn you on." He is close, speaking softly in my ear.

I follow his instructions, taking one hand around my neck, the other down between my thighs but not touching anything yet. David guides me, as slowly as you can, take the hand from the neck downward and open your mouth, letting your breathing out. Stop between your breasts. Your other hand will start to caress your leg and inner thigh. While touching your leg and thigh, move your other hand down, touching your public hair. Bring this hand back up to your breasts slowly, and cup a breast gently. The other hand can just feel the lips of your pussy. Start to move your fingers up and down your slit and touch your nipple with the other hand. Stop, don't move, listen to your breathing. Now move the hand on your nipple to the other one and gently draw circles around it. Put one finger in your wet warm pussy. Hold your breath, like it's the last one. As you draw your breath, flick your nipple and finger yourself in and out slowly.

"David, touch me," I beg, "Please, touch me." He ignores my pleas. I can hear his voice, but I don't understand a word. Sensations throughout my body are on overdrive. I cried out in pleasure as my body made erratic movements. David encourages me to cum. My body and moans don't stop and I have an unending climax. Somehow I say, "Look what you did to me." He smiles, "Yes, I could feel

it too." My eyes look at his beautiful face and I catch sight of his cock, rock hard. He takes me in his arms and kisses my forehead, "Rest, Liz." We embrace until dinner.

The rest of the night passes in a blur, it is now morning and we are waking from our dreams about each other. We make love slow and deliberate, kissing, touching, sucking, we can't get enough. Now we are packing, making phone calls, and hoping to see each other soon. Then I'm home, all alone waiting for my friend to bring my small dog and big cat home. I'll tell them all about David.

From that first day home after New Orleans, I miss his touch. We've made a unique oath, that I will not touch myself sexually until he says so. I'm not only okay with it but alive with passion. Plus our phone sex has been over-the-top astonishing. Over a month goes by. Finally, the promise of seeing each other again has come to fruition as I will leave tomorrow to visit him in his home state, Texas. It will be my first time stepping foot out of the DFW airport. I make sure the butt plug I promised to use daily but didn't, has been inserted. I'm ready to go.

When I see him at the luggage carousel, I want to undress and have him take me right there. He can see it in my face, he lets out a small laugh, hugs and kisses me. We get to his car and he stops me putting his hand down my pants, "Good, it's right where it should be." he chortles. I knew he'd check to see if I was wearing the plug. When we are both in the car, I put my hand on his jeans, over his semi-hard cock, I giggle, "Good, just as it should be." We both break out with laughter.

Once we were at the hotel, David asserted his sexual power over me. He is so smooth, seductive, and sweet all at the same time. I don't even see it coming. All of a sudden I'm naked, he's licking my pussy, fingers in both holes, then rimming me and back to sucking my clit. I'm so excited and I cum all over his face. He kneels between my legs, I lift them over his shoulders and he enters my

ass hole. The head of his cock is at my entrance and he pushes slowly inside. We both groan, "Mmmm... So tight... So good," David sputters. I feel some pain at first and then the pain turns into a fantastic fullness feeling. He plunges his cock over and over deep inside and climaxes.

Since David lives a few hours from Dallas, we decided to stay in the city to take advantage of the sights and the nightlife. We head out that first evening to dinner and then a club. Between the anticipation of seeing him, the travel, dancing, drinks, and the satisfying sex, I've had enough. We go back to the hotel and we sleep.

The next morning we take individual showers. "David, I have a surprise for you. Get back in bed. Lay on your back." I ordered. Looking at me with surprise at my assertiveness, he does what I ask while he drops the towel from around his waist. This is my show now and I am going to my luggage. I remove my robe which I use to bundle my surprise, then place the bundle on the bed, while I kneel between his legs. My head lowers, my mouth opens and I take the head of his cock into my mouth. "Oh, Liz, yes," he mumbles. I flick my tongue around the head of his cock over and over again.

I stop and pull off his hardness. I reach for the bundle, and he sits up a bit, watching me. I grab the lube and drizzle some on my fingers. Immediately, rubbing and then placing my fingers in his puckered hole. He watches me, "I think I know what you're doing and approve." I smile at him while I go back to the bundle. "David, I'm going to fuck you," I state showing him the strapless strap-on dildo. He is now wearing a huge smile, "Fuck Yeah!"

The practice I had at home came in handy. I was able to lube both ends of the strapless and lube him again within seconds. My voice is unsteady, "I want to see you, I want to see this go inside you, I'm so wet for this," as I first put my end inside me. Then I watched it go into his hole, I shivered and sparks went through my body. We moan. His face was pure ecstasy when I entered him and while I fucked him. We both took turns stroking his erection. At some point, I hit his prostate and he cried out loudly. His body trembled as his cock spilled hot liquid all over our hands. Even though I did not have an orgasm, I felt very fulfilled and powerful. Our bodies came together in a warm embrace after I pulled out and we brought our lips together in passionate kisses.

That afternoon was lovely, holding hands, feeding our faces, and enjoying the sights of Dallas. Our evening plan was discussed thoroughly, but I wasn't sure. It wasn't anything I hadn't done, a long time ago. I didn't know if I wanted it or would even like it. David wanted to and I wanted to please him. Was that enough of a reason?

I dressed in my new outfit, one I could dance in and feel sexy in. David looked hot and I just prayed that no one asked my age. David whistled and yelped "Wow, you look hot!" when he saw me. I smiled, told him he was a true Texan, and thought okay I'm good to go. We walked into the club and perused the scene. Both of us are on the lookout for a third.

We'd been there for a while when I spotted a young woman looking at David. I elbow him and whisper, "She likes you." "No, Liz, she's staring at you," he laughed, "Go over and talk to her." As I walk over to this woman standing at the bar, I look back at David, I mouth the word "No," and shake my head. He smiles and mouths "Yes," so I keep walking. "Do you need a drink?" I ask her. "UmHum." She ordered it, and I paid for the drink. "Is that your boyfriend you've been dancing with?" she utters. I take a good look at her, she's cute, short shaggy pink hair and brown eyes, about my height and size. "That's David, would you like to meet him?" When she doesn't answer right away, I start to walk away. She puts her hand on my back, "Wait, yes, I'll meet him. I like the way you two dance together. Can I dance with you both?" I turned to her and looked her in the eyes, "Of course, and you can do more than that if you want. But first, come dance with us." She follows behind, and we all start dancing.

Not much conversation is taking place on this loud dance floor, but if her body could talk, it would be saying she is coming back to the hotel with us. David is beaming. I excuse myself and she follows me to the bathroom. We finally exchange names, her name is Trisha, she grabs me and kisses me as we walk away. I'm not sure David saw the kiss, but I don't care. I just walk away and get myself in an empty stall. Letting out a long breath, I'm still not sure what I want to do.

She catches me as I exit the bathroom and tells me she'd like to have sex with me. If that includes David, she is okay with that. I tell her kissing and touching me is fine, but I draw the line at oral sex. She nods. I go on, "David wants to fuck me while you, Trisha, fuck him." She looks at me strangely. "We have a strapless strap-on that you would fuck him with." Still looking at me like I'm crazy. "That's what we want, if you want money I'm not offering, and Trish if you don't want this, that is okay we can say goodbye now." Trisha stutters, "Where do you live? I don't want money. What will he do to me, to you?" I motioned to David, and then the three of us went outside walking away from the club before David asked, "What's going on?"

I explained to him what had been said and told her we had a hotel room. David tells Trisha, he'd be more than glad to give her oral, he'd make sure she cums. She perked up at that and smiled. He goes on to say that he wants her to fuck him while he fucks me. Trisha asks, "Is this something you two have done before?" Even though this is the first time we have, we nod and returned to the hotel,

Once the door opens to our room she is undressing, "Do you want to take a shower with me?" Trish shouts, making her way to get into the bathroom. David and I look at each other, "Sure." The shower is an experience of wet, slippery bodies. She's all over me, while David is all over her. I get out first and towel off. I look back, her body is all over him and I see his hand disappear between her legs. They are both horny and hot. I'm getting hot, too. The lube is on the nightstand, so I get the strapless strap-on out of my suitcase.

Both are naked when they walk over and touch me. I showed Trish the dildo and explained what she needed to do. "No problem." she replies, "I'd like to taste you, would that be alright?" I see David nodding his head, "I can do that to Trish while she's doing that to you." David tells me, "Go on, Liz, just get on the bed and spread your legs. I murmured, "Okay." They both have wide grins on their faces. She doesn't go right for my cunt, but starts to touch me gently, her body slides down mine, sucking my nipples and playing with my clit. She gets between my legs and starts to suck and lick me. David gets her in position and starts rubbing her pussy slit, "So wet, Trish. I want to hear how good I make you feel." I think we all moaned when he said that. His tongue went right to her butthole lapping at it, then moving to open her pussy lips and tonguing her hole there. Once he starts to suck at her clit and finger her, she pleads "Don't stop." and she cums.

She got me so close when she was eating me, but now we reconfigure our three bodies. David on top of me, his hard-on entering me, Trish behind David, with the strapless in place. She has lubed everything and pressed into him carefully. Starting with slow short strokes and then fucking with all her strength. I wish I had a picture of his face. He was beautiful. It didn't take me long before I had an orgasm. He continued to fuck me while my inner muscles thumped on his dick. I could feel his cum fill me up as he drove his cock deep into me.

We all lay there, not holding each other, but touching in some way. Then it dawned on me that I didn't want Trish to stay and never said anything to her or David. But as if she could read my mind, she got up, told us that it was magical, her first threesome, and started getting dressed. I got my robe, walked her to the door, and told her we were thankful that she shared this experience with us. She kissed me, "Wish it could have been more of just me and you, but I loved it and had fun." With that, she was gone. I get in bed with David, he's sound asleep.

I wake to David watching me, "Let me hold you and taste you before we have to go." "Oh, yes, David," I say quietly as I kiss him. He wastes no time kissing my thighs and starts tonguing me. The man knows what he is doing, and just before I explode, he begins to fuck me. My hips move up to meet his cock pressing into me. We are both saying, "Don't stop." My vagina muscles are quaking with every one of his thrusts as we orgasm together.

Laying there, David tells me not to leave yet. I thought about staying and replied, "No, you have to go back to work and I have to get home." We pack up and go to part ways. He holds me so tight and kisses me like it will be the last time.

And it is the last time. Even though we had planned on getting together again, he met someone special. He has a lot of passion and needs to get out more than once every few months. I told him this was wonderful, and I was happy for him. David's passion-filled warmth and light filled my heart and soul. That boatload of passion has sailed away and I was quite content saying "My sweet love, Bon Voyage."