HOT SEX AT SUNSET
(Part 4 of Good Girl Gone Bad)
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Her body banged up and down on the bed, moving so much that the professor had to grab her to keep her still so he could steadily keep licking and fingering her towards the ultimate climax.
For once in her life she found she was only thinking of her own pleasure and surrendering to it. She was in a twilight zone driving by instinct, not even knowing for sure she needed him to take her to paradise.
The only times she'd ever been there, she had to make the trip alone. Just her and her vibrator and her imagination. Having a real man who loved her helping out was sure a lot better than doing it all alone.
Suddenly her pussy clenched his fingers harder than ever and her moans grew into screams of delight. He licked hard as he could to make her cum.
HE KNEW THE MOMENT HAD ARRIVED. THAT HE NEEDED TO MAKE HER CUM AND NOW.
She cried out, "Oh Baby never stop doing me like this. Please. I beg of you. Please . . . You make me feel soooo good!"
Then it happened, he licked her clit in just the right spot as his fingers at that very moment hit her G spot.
That made her lose it.
Her body bucked and squirmed and clamped down hard. It would not let up, she felt like she was going to pass out but could not form the words to tell him to stop, but then again she did not want him to stop, it was too much and at the same time not enough.
She couldn't speak, didn't want to speak. No intelligible words left her lips, only moans and groans came forth as the beginning stages of an intense orgasm washed over her.
It was a new feeling, an amazing feeling--one that she'd never forget--one that she knew somewhere in the recesses of her mind she'd needed all along. For sure, it was one she'd want to have again and again.
Then it hit her. They had not even made love yet. Not really. That was still to come.
If the Professor's "assisted masturbation" was anywhere near what it would feel like to have his cock in her pumping away . . . well, she knew she was in for a real treat.
As she lay enjoying the tail end of her climax with her eyes still shut, room service arrived with their "Hot Breakfast At SunRise".
Kissing her tenderly on the forehead, the professor left to tip the waiter and wheel in the cart. It was ladened with colorful breakfast treats and Lady Godiva Pink Champagne cooling in a silver bucket.
It was way past sunrise and more of a brunch than breakfast, but they couldn't care less. They were together and crazy in love, with the real thing still to look forward to--being buck naked, bodies mushing together, fucking like crazy.
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After eating, they lay content in each others arms and cuddled. The Professor whispered to Brandy, "The best is yet to come . . . ." She fell back to sleep and he quickly joined her.
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Waking up in late afternoon they dressed and took a five mile walk along the Charles River. It didn't seem that far, it was as if they were walking on air and nothing could exhaust them. Even so, they took a cab back not wanting to take any chances.
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It was fun smooching in the cab
and watching the driver eating it up.
Brandy wondered if he was getting a hard-on watching them in his rear view mirror. To help him out she lifted her skirt, pulled aside the crotch on her panties and rubbed her hard clit while softly moaning for both men's benefit.
She felt deliciously naughty as she saw the cabbie wink and grin out of the corner of her eye as she continued petting and smooching on her man.
Dropping them off at the entrance of the Charles, Brandy reached into her pocket and handed the driver a $20. tip.
He smiled licking his lips and blew her a kiss as they disembarked.
Arm and arm, they headed for a park bench in the nearby courtyard-- safe and secure with each other--far removed from all the loneliness and heartbreak they had both endured for so very long.
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Sitting down on a park bench to enjoy the setting sun, The Professor soon turned and said, "Brandy, I can't go back to England without you. I want you and need you in my life. I have a lovely stone cottage near London you could make into a palace. If you want, I can find you a good position at Oxford."
Before she could interrupt, he rushed ahead to what he knew was a big concern of hers regarding children:
"And yes, I know you want children, that's no problem, I can give them to you and be a good father. And even though I'm considerably older than Robert, I know I can be a much better father than he could ever be. I love children and I love you. We will be good together."
Brandy was stunned. She knew she should answer but being momentarily tongue tied, she simply flung her arms around his neck and said, "Oh Professor, yes, of course yes! I love you and I can't imagine anything more wonderful than spending the rest of my life with you--being the mother of your children."
The Professor took Brandy into his arms and lifted her up from the park bench smothering her with kisses--sealing the deal between them.
Chopin's Waltzes by Rubenstein flowed forth from Bose speakers concealed into 1800's converted street lights that lined the riverbank walkway inviting them to dance.
They did not refuse. Kissing and dancing and kissing some more they entertained late night strollers as they waltzed their way down the path back towards the hotel's riverside entrance.
Approaching the double doors, Brandy's Professor planted one last kiss on her and murmured, "Let's go inside and make some babies."
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On their way to take a quick look at the "Presidential Living Room Suite" as a honeymoon possibility, they detoured into the Charles Hotel's Jody Adam's Rialto Cafe.
Being too early for dinner, they ordered hors d'ouevres and two bottles of wine. By soft candlelight they held hands, talked and continued to dream
Before leaving, they ordered "Italy's Gourmet Feast" to be delivered at ten'o'clock. A little late but dinner could wait.
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They put the second bottle in the wine cooler and finished off the remainder of the first, on the balcony.
They didn't get drunk, just slightly happy, giggling over whether or not the sex they were about to have went better with red or white wine.
Watching the sun lower into the Charles River, they were convinced they had chosen a very good year--one that went well with warm and nice and soon they hoped, hot sex at sunset.
Moving inside--they kissed on the bed for quite a long time before venturing further. The professor was a good kisser and Brandy was no slouch, so there was no hurry.
When the kissing progressed to a place where neither of them cared to stop, they didn't.
The Professor undressed Brandy, and she him. They took time with each other-no feverish discarding of clothes. They wanted to forever more preserve the memory of their first night as lovers.
Their bodies looked good, but a bit pale, yet to each other they looked beautiful. After all, they harkened from London and Boston, not Hollywood.
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Brandy liked it that he took his time, examining her, kissing her everywhere. The Professor liked it that she
was in no hurry for his viagra to kick in. It was relaxing and good, like a rich unforgettable seven course meal, not a regrettable fast food quickie off the dollar menu.
Their slow approach to lovemaking was thick and rich. Sinking into each others ample flesh, they let out a sigh at exactly the same time saying, "Finally".
Neither had said so, but the truth was, "Missionary" was the favored position for each of them, the one they had ached to be in, since the night before at Border's Cafe in Harvard Square.
Laying on Brandy's belly, the Professor's engorged rod came alive as they wiggled and kissed. Soon it worked its way towards Brandy's puffy little pussy--throbbing out its invitation--begging to fill her up--unassisted--hands free--which it quickly did with no effort.
Thrusting forward she welcomed his member with vigor,
resignation, and total appreciation. How could anything feel so good she thought, this is heaven on earth, joy sublime, she cried out, "My God, fuck me! Don't stop, don't ever stop, fuck me baby, just fuck me."
Tears rolled down her face as she wildly thrust forward with ever increasing speed to plunge the best cock she'd ever had in and out of her sopping wet cunt.
Unable to contain himself he groaned, "Oh Sweet Baby I will not stop, it is much too good, much too much, oh my God, Brandy Baby, fuck me, fuck me, keep fucking me!
Cum with me, cum with me now!"
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No vibrator ever felt like this, no rubber fake cock could compare, not even the professor's flesh-light on its best night. Truth was no one had ever made either one of them feel like this. They were a perfect fit, in perfect rhythm,
enjoying perfectly hot sex at sunset.
Through half closed eyes they saw the sun disappear just
as Brandy called out, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Ohhhh,
my God yes, ohhhhhh. Yes, yes, oh my God in heaven, yes!"
With that the professor deposited his creamy thick load deep within her and joined in with her final moans, ending with a deep guttural extended groan.
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Brandy was in a state of suspended bliss. She liked it that he waited for her to climax before he did, that he didn't move off of her when he'd finished.
It was dark now, and only the city lights coming through the window allowed them to look into each others eyes and smile. The Professor tenderly touched Brandy's face as he said to her in a voice that sounded more like a vow than a pronouncement:
"OH, MY PRECIOUS SWEET DARLING. HOT SEX AT SUNSET
IS JUST THE BEGINNING OF OUR FOREVER."
The End.
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