What I've written below describes how I met Eve. When she read my narrative, Eve made a number of edits - mostly to the conversations we shared - to ponder what she recalls saying and to reflect the way that she speaks.

Some mass may complain that I've included too a great deal particular in the description of how we met, or that the tale is too ho-hum to progress. Both Eve and I respectfully disagree and think that it is important that a reader understand all of the destiny surrounding the events that transformed our life sentence. It's the lone way that anything makes sentiency.

We are not posting this everywhere - only on stories.xnxx.com - and if there's enough interest we will ploughshare more of our memories of how our relationship developed. It was ( and continues to be ) an incredible experience.

Robbie & Eve
12 October 2012




Traffic on I-95 wasn't too bad as I headed north through New Jersey toward New York. Three mean solar day of meetings and property term of enlistment around Trenton had been very productive and I had just one last client to impose outside of Boston before I could channelize back north to Montreal. I could have flown rather than spending time on the road, but I love driving and it allows me to send packing in unannounced on dimension owned by the REIT ( actual estate investment funds corporate trust ) that I work for. My surprisal visits help to continue our prop manager on their toes.

It was an exceptionally frigidness Fri first light in January and the radio announcers were warning that a powerful snowstorm would move into the region from the middle west during the afternoon. I wasn't particularly worried because I'd probably be fairly fill up to Beantown by the time the snowflakes started to flow and the Escalade was a real Charles Percy Snow machine. Still, driving in the status they were describing wouldn't be nonesuch, so I clicked the"+"on the cruise control a few times to move along a bit more quickly.

I'm a creature of substance abuse and I tend to use the same rest areas every time I travel to top off on gas and to beak up chocolate or snack. The endure plaza before the insanity that surrounds New York city is one of my veritable plosive, so I glided in and pulled up to a pump. Despite the bitter cold, the common herd of route warriors was camped out in straw man of the flying food restaurant holding cardboard signs that read"capital of New York ”,"Hartford"and a rather affirmative"Portland ”. I assumed that the fellow meant Maine and not Oregon. I'd given rides to people in the past times that looked relatively harmless and the conversations were usually interesting. I could induce helped"capital of Connecticut"out, but he looked pretty strung out and I thought the honorable of it.

One of the thing I like best about travelling in the USA is that I can occupy up the Escalade for a lot less than in Quebec - even so, it's a hungry beast and it takes a piece to feed. The coldness was seeping through my jacket as I stood in the wind instrument and I promised myself to buy something warmer when I got home. After the pump clicked off, I replaced the snoot and took my receipt - then I moved to the backrest of the Escalade to get my winter kick. There was no reason to wear my dress shoes if it was going to get boggy outside and my feet were pretty cold.

As I pulled my boots from underneath my travel bag, I heard a muted `` Bonjour '' from behind me. This is hardly a typical greeting in the US, where French people is not heard very often. I turned around and saw what I initially thought was a child wearing a puffy windcheater and ski pants. When I looked a bit closer I realized that the `` child '' was a female and that she was, in fact, not a nipper. It was difficult to severalize because of the parka and her hood, but she was probably in her ahead of time 20's and about five feet grandiloquent. She held a cardboard sign that read `` Canada '' in large city block letter and wore a knapsack that was almost as large as she was.

I said bonjour in riposte, and then asked her in English where she was from. She switched over to English and said, `` Cote-des-Neiges ”, which is a neighborhood off the Autoroute Decarie in Montreal, just a few klick from where I live. She pointed at my license plate.

"I had to get along over when I saw you were from Quebec City. Are you on your way back ?"

I told her that I was, but that I had to make a stop exterior of capital of Massachusetts before heading for the border through New Hampshire and Vermont.

"Is there any way I could get a ride, at least to the border ?"

I told her that I also lived in Montreal and that I wouldn't thinker bringing her the entire way home if she didn't mind getting back after midnight.

"God, I really appreciate it. I promise I won't bother you, ok ?"

I smiled and asked her figure as I helped her hold off her backpack. I noticed it was quite hard as I put it into the spine of the Escalade and I wondered silently how she managed it.

"It's Eve. Nice to cope with you, uhm…"

I told her that my gens was Robert but that everyone called me Robbie. She nodded her head and I opened the passenger doorway for her.

"Hmmm, a veridical gentleman."

I walked around to my side and started the engine, adjusting the heat up by a few point to get rid of the shivering. Eve settled in quickly and pulled her hood back - at that moment I realized that she was probably a Gallic Canadian / Native American mix because of her high cheekbones, complexion and eye shape. She had her hair tightly pulled up, a coiffure that I found wasn't particularly flattering for her, but she was definitely attractive and had a well-disposed face.

We sat silently and listened to music as I reentered the flow rate of dealings on I-95 and headed north. I didn't want to pry, but I finally asked what she was doing in the the States, and how she ended up at a rest area in New Jersey.

"Well, I needed to get away from Montreal for a while, so I packed a few matter back in Sep and flew to New House of York. I explored the metropolis for a while, and then decided to give an adventure by hitchhiking down to Key West to see the sundown over the disconnect. I never got there because I spent so very much time in Washington DC and Atlanta with friends. I've been on my way home for about a week."

I asked her if she felt safe hitchhiking and if she experienced any problems.

"Well I guess the unscathed head of doing it was to meet all kinds of hoi polloi, and I did that. The well thing was that I didn't have a docket or anything, so I wasn't under any pressure. I've been very picky about the people I take a ride from, and you're an example of that. I don't think a well-dressed guy driving a Brobdingnagian SUV is going to be a problem."

I smiled at my first thought, which was that she should severalise that to the former shareholders of Enron.

"I had trouble twice, once when I was in Georgia and a real jerk tried to nibble me up like I was a working girl. I also ran into an idiot last dark in Baltimore. He was heading up to Albany and seemed ok at low, but he started making stupefied jokes about sex and I knew where that could go if I didn't get out of the car."

I nodded.

"Basically it's been great and I don't want to make it like those two ruined it or anything."

I asked her where her family was from, which is a politically correct way of figuring out what subspecies soul is. She paused and stared out of her windowpane for a present moment before answering.

"My dad was born in Montreal and he took over my grandpa's import business when he was in his 30's. He met my mom when he was on business in Hong Kong and they had a long distance relationship for a few years. He brought her back to Canada after they were married and I came along about a year after that. So, to serve what you were really asking, I'm half Chinese, half French Canadian."

I admitted that my first of all impression was that she was a Native American mix.

"Yeah, I get that a lot actually. It isn't always a good thing because they are discriminated against so badly and really misunderstood."

I asked her if she was closing to her parents.

"It's kind of complicated. My mom and dad fought a lot because she was a superintendent Conservative Chinese and he was a swinging-dick Quebecois that flirted with women a lot, even when she was standing right next to him."

Eve paused.

"Anyway, my mom finally divorced my dad after she caught him in bed with his helper. She went back to Hong Kong when I was seven age old but she left me with my dad so that I would uprise up in Canada and have to a greater extent opportunities."

I frowned when I heard this. I'd been divorced for eight years and that happened because of my ex's bankruptcy to commit to me in an exclusive relationship. Unfortunately, this is a common story because of the civilization in Quebec. I'd casually dated a few times since the divorce, but I'd been concentrating on my career and wasn't ever able to encounter the right person.

"Leaving me was really hard on my mom, but my dad was always very good to me and gave me everything I needed. I have a communications academic degree and without my dad that wouldn't have happened, that's for sure. He died a few years ago and I miss him a lot. My mom is still in Hong Kong and we talk on the phone, but I've only visited her a few times."

Eve turned to face the window again and I drove for a while in silence. When I asked Eve if she had any brothers or baby and got no reply, I realized that she'd drowse off.

Occasional snow bunting started to hit the windshield when I turned from I-95 onto the shack on my way to the Merritt Parkway to avoid I-95 through CT. Eve was perfectly to the world and I let her kip rather than waking her to ask her if she was hungry.

As we passed through capital of Connecticut the coke started to collect and both my bladder and stomach were sending SOS subject matter. I woke Eve as we merged onto I-84 and asked her if she was ok with a occlusion for a can and some food.

"Sure Robbie, but I'm buying, Ok ?"

I pulled off at the next expiration and pulled into a eating place that looked bright. I helped Eve with her parka as we sat down, and I realized for the start clip how petite she really was, as well as how feminine. A sweater and her ski pants kept her exact dimension a closed book ; however, it was clear from the dandy of her bust line of business that she was quite well endowed. She had delicate manpower and moved with a fluid move that really got my attention.

I asked Eve how marvellous she was.

"I'm 151 cm. Brown University hair and Brown eye as you can see. I'm probably about 50 kilos if you must know, but that might change depending on how much I eat right now."

It was obvious from her scripted answer and tone that Eve was annoyed by my query and I realized that these were facts that she'd probably related a thousand times. She'd picked up her menu and started flipping Sir Frederick Handley Page as she answered, so I stopped the Q & A session and did the Saame. I did some mental arithmetic and calculated that she was a little LE than five invertebrate foot marvelous and that she weighed about 110 pounds.

After we ordered it was Eve's turn for questions and she asked me what I did for a aliveness. I explained that I bought, managed and sold commercial attribute, mostly retail shopping center, residential adeptness and office buildings for a REIT. She asked about my family and I told her that my father was from the U.S. and that he'd met and married my mother in Montreal. She seemed delight when I told her that I was very close to them and that they lived in Brossard. Eve asked if I was a twofold citizen and I said yes, and that this really simplified my business life, but really complicated my tax life.

By the end of the repast Eve knew that I'd been divorced and that I had no children. She nodded her nous when I told her why - as I said, it's a common tale in Quebec City. Her doubtfulness underscored that she was highly levelheaded and her mannerisms suggested that she had many years of dance grooming or something alike. I'd never met anyone so in ascendancy of every gesture ; when Eve picked up her ramification or reached for her drinkable her fluid movements fascinated me.

"Robbie, the reasonableness I had to leave Montreal was because my fellow couldn't preserve his mitt off of other woman and I'd finally had enough."

Eve paused and played with her spoon.

"We'd been together for almost three years and I knew for a long sentence that it was going to go, but I hung in and hoped he would change. He didn't, so I threw him out of the flat and out of my life history. I bought my just the ticket for New York a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later."

Eve looked up with a ail verbalism and seemed to be reading my mind.

"It's hard to trust mass, isn't it ?"

I agreed and joked that my ex and her ex were probably made for each other. This didn't brighten her up, and I was sword lily that the waitress arrived with the banknote a moment later. I scooped it up before Eve could react and gave it back to the waitress with my credit card.

"Robbie, I was supposed to pay that. I do stimulate money ; I hope you don't think I can't study precaution of myself."

I explained that it was my policy to pay for things and that while she was my rider she had to reconcile to some knightliness. She pointed a finger at me and slowly waved it back and forth.

"Don't spoil me Robbie, it'll do you no good."

I made my best"who, me ?"font and we started back to the Escalade.

It was snowing pretty heavily by this point, so after topping off with gas, I settled in at a f number well below the speed boundary. When we passed through the tolls and turned east onto the MA Turnpike, visibleness got forged and worse. About 20 minutes later, I made a call to my client to let them know I was about 45 minute of arc from their authority. Unfortunately, I learned that they'd decided to shut the authority early because of the violent storm and that we would have to reschedule.

At this spot I wasn't indisputable what to do. If I doubled back on the Turnpike and headed west into the storm I could probably get through to Montreal safely via I-87 in New York. Alternatively, I could stick to my original plan and go north through New Hampshire and Green Mountain State, but this meant passing through the stack and that was probably more risky. Either choice meant fighting the coke for maybe 6 or 8 60 minutes, maybe more at the speed we would be moving at.

I asked Eve what she thought.

"I don't think it's a good idea to try to ride anywhere at all in this great deal Robbie. Why don't we find a place to stay and get some rest instead ? I'll get my own room ; I'm definitely not making any suggestions here, ok ?"

I agreed and pulled off at the next exit. The sign after the cost booth said there was a hotel to the west and we followed our noses until it appeared. The blow was getting cryptic and the nothingness was really picking up.

The desk clerk was really Pres Young and he seemed to enjoy the engagement after I insisted on paying for Eve's way, especially when I lost. He gave us adjoining rooms on the top level and the usual sale rake for the hotel restaurant.

As we exited the lift and arrived at our doorway, Eve turned to me.

"Robbie, I need to take a rain shower and I've got a ton of phone call to cook, so why don't we meet in the lobby around 8:00 and see if the eating house is as good as he says it is ?"

I agreed and suggested that Eve not use her cellular phone or the hotel phone to pee her calls. I explained that she could borrow my IPod touch if she wanted and use Skype for free on the wireless web instead. She nodded, opened her door, and left me alone in the hallway.




I have a set routine in hotel rooms and after setting up my mobile office, I checked my electronic mail and took a quick rain shower. I laid out my apparel for dinner and settled down to translate the online news and to revisit the offering packages I'd received in Trenton for two retail eye. As I worked, I heard a soft whack on the connecting door between our rooms. I stood, tied my bathrobe closed, unlocked the doorway, and pulled it open.

Eve was wearing Joseph Black sweat pants and a white tee shirt ; her hair was moistness and she stood in desolate groundwork. I could n't help but gaze, for her hairsbreadth was no longsighted up and her high-pitched cheekbones and dark eyes were framed perfectly. This resulted in an exotic appearance that I had n't anticipated. She had a matured figure with a contract waist accentuated by wide, flaring pelvic girdle and even wider shoulder that gave her an athletic look.

I could n't help but notice the outline of Eve's breasts under her t-shirt and the gibbosity of her tit made it obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. My earlier impression that she was well endowed was confirmed beyond any possible dubiousness. In fact, she had singular breasts for such a petite woman and I found myself wondering if she might let had some work done on them.

An galvanic shock passed through me as she started to speak - everything moved in dense motion and it felt like every cellular phone in my body was tingling. Eve seemed preoccupied and completely unaware of her force on me.

'' Robbie, can I use your iPod for a patch to make my calls ? ``

I turned slowly and returned to the desk in a trance. After a few moment I found my IPod under the offering memorandums and returned to her. Eve looked into my heart and smiled slightly - this was the first time I 'd seen her smile. She took the IPod, mouthed a still `` thanks '', and gently closed the door.

I blinked my eyes in disbelief, staring at the room access and remembering every item of her fount and body. As I did, I picked up the scent of her dampen hair and found it strangely familiar.

I returned to my chair and tried to block what I 'd seen, but I became more and more aroused as I thought about Eve. What would it be like to have her ? What would it feel like to have her breasts in my hands ? Could Eve possibly be thinking similar thoughts about how it would be with me ?

I knew this was a complete phantasy and that I 'd never actually act on my thoughts - but it was so arousing to moon about what it would be like if it happened. It was tremendously difficult to rivet on lots else, but I had a lot of time to bolt down and I tried to dig into my work.

I waited until nearly 8:00 to get dressed, and while I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth, I heard another knock on the connecting doorway. When I opened it, I saw that Eve was still dressed in her sweat gasp and t-shirt and that her eyes were puffy and red. It was obvious that she 'd been crying.

'' Your battery is totally abruptly, Robbie. I 'm really dingy about that. ``

I told her it was ok as I took the IPod from her hands.

Eve looked at me thoughtfully. `` Can we spill for a minute of arc ? ``

I motioned toward the desk chairwoman and she moved to it, pausing for a bit to see around before sitting down. I sat at the end of the bed.

'' Robbie, I need to ploughshare something and I want you to be honest with me, ok ? ``

I nodded my oral sex slowly and tried not to appear at anything former than her eyes.

'' I know in my tenderness that I 'm a just individual that only wants good things for the the great unwashed around me. I do n't recognise, maybe I make bad decisions and pick the faulty friends, especially poke fun, but I never ask anything of anyone except that they tell me the truth. Do you believe me ? ``

I told her that I did.

'' But I was n't completely honest with you in the car today, Robbie. I did n't sound off my boyfriend out ; he threw me out on my ass because he found a marvelous, leggy bimbo with blond hair and monster titty that has no brain at all. I should have known that he was using me as a fuck friend until he found something more interesting."

I started to speak, but Eve held up her deal as tears rose in her eyes.

"I know that I 'm really light and I'm not a supermodel. I wasted so many old age on that prick because he was all I had. Oh, and believe me, he wasn't my first-class honours degree permissive waste of time."

She stared at the floor.

"I called him tonight to see if I could go by the apartment to get the matter I didn't take over to my friend's sign before I left for New House of York. He told me that he threw everything away after I left and that I should go roll in the hay myself."

She paused again, trying not to cry.

'' All I want is to feel person special and to research how thing go. If it works, then I want to be married - none of the Quebec Modern modus vivendi shit - and to start a family. I guess it's just too much to ask for. It scares guys away. Why do I always seem to end up with nix ?"

Eve was sobbing now, and I knew well than to go over and try to sustain her, whispering that everything would be ok. I realized that taking reward of her emotional state to get close was just so wrong.

I waited for a few second, and then told her that I thought she was an exceptional woman and that she must be right - she 'd just pluck the wrong guys.

'' I do n't guess so, Robbie. It 's my circumstances. I 'm getting older and older. Life is passing me by and I'm running out of time."

I told her that I respected her intellection, but that I disagreed, especially when it came to fate and how lots time she had.

'' I 'm 34, Robbie. Not that much time left, I 'm afraid. ``

I was stunned. I sat with my mouth hanging exposed, staring at her. I finally told her that I 'd guessed that she was in her early 20's, and that I found her extremely attractive, both as a someone, and physically. This changed the focussing of our conversation.

'' You are n't just saying that ? ``

At this point I could n't help myself and I scanned her slowly from head word to toe. When I came back to her face, she was looking at me intently.

'' Robbie, I really think it. You are n't saying that to talk through one's hat me, or to get into my bloomers or something, right ? ``

I looked into her middle and knew instantly that I could never lie to this woman, or hurt her.

I explained that I meant exactly what I said. I admitted that I'd fantasized a piffling after seeing her when she borrowed the IPod, but that I wasn't the one that would decide if anything would ever pass between us - it had to be her decision, and we had sight of meter to get to hump each other if she wanted to.

"Robbie, I 'm sorry to disoblige you with all of this. All my vigour went into the song that I made and I need to be alone for a while to reckon. Do you mind if I just get room service tonight ? You can knock on the door in the break of day when you are ready to leave alone, ok ?"

I nodded as Eve slowly got up and walked toward the threshold, pausing for a few moments without saying anything before she closed it once again.

I spent the total time in the eatery wondering how this beautiful puppet could be so down on herself. Clearly she 'd been taken advantage of and probably abused by citizenry in her life - perhaps this led to her stream feelings. It was n't a lack of word - absolutely not. She was so beautiful, but she didn't seem to see it at all. I found it unacceptable to conceive that she was only three years jr. than I was, but she had no reason to lie about that.

I returned to my room after I finished my rather bland meal and watched TV for a while. I finally drifted off to sleep with the sentiment of continuing a conversation with Eve in the morning when both of our mind were more than rested.




I woke suddenly, and after a moment to figure out where I was, I glanced over at the clock - it was almost 2:00 in the morn. Somehow I knew that something was wrong ; I did n't know what, but the ambiance in my elbow room had changed and the primitive part of my mind was on high alert. As I tried to figure out what had changed, my nose picked up a comrade aroma. I suddenly realized that it was the smell of Eve 's hair.

'' Robbie, I 'm correct here. ``

She was sitting on the opposite side of the bed, still in her sweatsuit and t-shirt.

'' Can I come in with you ? ``

I pulled the blanket down and she slipped in next to me, keeping a place between us.

'' Did you mean what you said, Robbie ? ``

I told her again that I did.

'' And you really have no one in your life, right ? ``

I told her that I was alone in life.

"Robbie, I want you to know that I am financially secure. I don't need your pity…"

I said nothing, giving her time to say what I knew was really on her mind.

"…I don't want to be hurt again."

She rolled toward me and I slid my arm under her head, pulling her against me gently. She put her hand over my chest and snuggled in.

'' Hold me, Robbie. ``

I held her tightly, feeling her warmth against me. She was incredibly balmy and small, and I knew that she'd just given me a invaluable giving - her trust. I'd known her for LE than a day, but I believed that I'd finally found someone that shared my goals and note value. I listened to her breathing without saying a word, and after it slowed and she was asleep, I drifted off again.




"Wake up sleepy head."

I opened my eyes and saw Eve's face just over mine.

"shower time."

She slid out of bed and started toward the john. Her coxa had an inviting golf shot to them as she pulled her jersey over her oral sex in that special way that only a woman can manage. She disappeared around the corner.

"Do you need a written invitation, Robbie ?"

By the time I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom, Eve had taken off her travail pants and had reached into the shower to turn on the water supply. I caught my breath as I saw her naked body for the firstly clip. Her Asiatic gene were clearly evident in her body embodiment but her breasts were purely Caucasoid, with magnanimous tit and a cold-shoulder knack to them. Within half a second I felt myself harden and I hoped that Eve wouldn't take that in the unseasonable way.

She took a whole step toward me and put her arms around me, pulling me toward her into a hug. I'm about a pes taller than Eve, so she fit under my Kuki-Chin perfectly and my cock was now straining against her stomach from inside of my boxers.

"I want to find you against me… ….Let's take these off…"

She stepped back and helped me to pull my t-shirt over my mind. My drawers fell to the floor after she pushed the waistband past my hips.

Eve pressed her bosom and abdomen firmly against me as she swayed her hips slightly, creating an incredible clash between us. I had my deal on her back as she moved against me, and when she turned around, she guided them down to her breasts. They were wonderfully heavy, the everlasting combining of soft and house, and undoubtedly rude and her own. I squeezed them gently, and then traced a finger around each nipple. They responded immediately and hardened.

"Touch me…"

Eve continued to sway back and Forth River with my throbbing cock against her back while I gently ran my manpower up and down her physical structure, feeling the unbelievable curve of her waistline and reaching down to search the dark tuft of hair just above her vulva. She had exceptionally easygoing tegument and I wasn't sure how hanker I could withstand her motion against me. I felt myself tighten as I moved toward the detail of no return.

When I stepped backward to retard things down, Eve turned toward me once again and reached down, taking my throbbing cock into her tiny bridge player, which made me reckon far larger than I really am.

"What are we going to do about this ?"

She ran her hands gently up and down my cock, squeezing the base and the tip each meter she reversed steering. I started to pull away again, but Eve stepped toward me, not allowing me to scat. The bathroom countertop kept me from going any boost anyway and I knew I was fold to making a Brobdingnagian tidy sum. She stopped for a here and now, pressed her breasts and abdomen against me again, and started to sway. I fought desperately to keep from cumming.

"Don't time lag back, Robbie. Let it happen…"

I didn't have a pick at that period and I clenched my tooth as I came, shooting cum between her physical structure and mine, which made the feeling of our liaison all the more erotic. Eve kept moving back and forth well after I'd finished, pressing her body very hard against mine and making me see stars. It was the most incredible sexual climax I'd had up to that consequence in my liveliness, and the wetness between us kept me quite hard until she finally pulled away.

"That's for last night, Robbie. That's for not taking advantage of me when you certainly could possess, and for being a decent homo being."

She smiled and took my bridge player, leading me into the shower.

We spent almost a one-half hour in the exhibitioner exploring each other, washing every inch of each early's soundbox. Finally, Eve guided my hand down between her legs and I gently pressed a fingerbreadth against her clit using a circular motion, which made her tightlipped her eyes and moan softly. I continued until I could tell she was getting close, and then I knelt down and inclose my index finger deeply inside of her pussy. I moved my finger in and out, in tandem with my pollex pressed against her clitoris, slowly increasing and decreasing the atmospheric pressure until Eve shuddered twice, let out a pant, and came. I could feel the incredible strength of the muscles surrounding her pussy as they contracted and clamped down on my finger - I'd never felt anything close to that before.

I realized at that bit that I'd never kissed Eve - a strange thought given what we'd just done - and I stood, pulling her against me and kissing her deeply. We were both somewhat dazed by what had just happened, and after drying off we returned to the bed and got back under the blankets to stay warm.

"That was something."

I pulled her nigh and gave her another kiss, enjoying her taste sensation as well as the feel of her naked skin against mine. We held each other for a few moment before Eve spoke.

"Robbie, do you reckon I'm sexy ?"

I told her exactly how I felt - that she was insanely sexy and that I couldn't believe she didn't see it.

"fountainhead, I hate the way that my bosom hang down."

I said that I was really turned on by the feminine shape of her breasts and that large, instinctive breasts do that.

"God they aren't that big Robbie. It depends on the bra and the time of the month but I usually wear either a 34C or 34D."

I moved under the blanket, took a pap into my oral fissure and gently teased it with my knife. Eve began to pluck her other tit and our combined stimulation caused both to gradually puff up to their fully rear size of it. I was surprised by how large her pap became but absolutely amazed as both of her areola became swollen and puffy. Eve moaned softly as I continued to suckle and her helping hand gradually moved down between her legs.

As I returned to snog Eve once again, I caught the musky fragrance of her kitty-cat and this subconsciously diverted all available blood back toward my tool. Eve felt what was happening against her leg.

"Do you have a condom ?"

I told her that I wasn't the form of guy that travels around expecting to have a gorgeous woman in his hotel bed.

"I don't have anything either. Maybe we can name the front desk or something ?"

A missing soup-strainer was one matter, but the thought of calling and asking if the hotel had rubber usable was a bit too much. I let a moment pass and told Eve that there was no need to stimulate - we could pick something up later on the way back to Montreal and pass some meter together tonight if she wanted. My cock started to soften.

"Robbie, my full stop started last Sunday so it should be all right hand for us to have sex for another day or two. What do you think ?"

One part of my brain wanted to ramble on top of her and enter her immediately, but the former side was screaming that I had to be measured. My ex and I used the calendar method of birth control method for years without a problem because we were very bourgeois with it. Eve's particular date put her on day seven of her cycle - an uncertain day if she happened to ovulate a few days early, or if she experienced a short cycle. More importantly, sometimes you have to take heed to logic, or you end up with something tight that can't be cured with any drug.

I told her everything that I was thinking about.

"My cycles are always 30 or 31 days and I'm leave to consider that jeopardy if you are. Is there anything else I should be worried about, Robbie ?"

I told her that I'd been tested after my divorce and that I'd always used condom since, so I was pretty sure I was ok.

"well, nothing here either. My ex always refused to have sex without a prophylactic, even just before, during, or right after my period. He definitely didn't want children and with his playing around I'm glad he never put that affair inside me without covering it."

Another moment passed.

"It's up to you, Robbie."

Eve was unmistakably offering herself to me, which was an even more meaningful gift of trust. It had been many years since I'd been with my ex without a safe - and to be honest, the thought of doing so with Eve was tremendously titillating. I wanted to feel her against me in every way potential and, despite what many masses claim, there is a huge difference, even using the thinnest condom. A familiar belief was returning as I began to temper once again.

Eve pulled the blanket down and looked at my cock, touching it gently.

"Well, I guess I have your resolution, don't I ?"

Eve turned and swung her leg over me, putting her pussy directly over my face while she continued to wager with my pecker. I was memorized by her scent and the wetness from her earlier orgasm, hanging just above my mouth, and I pulled her downward so that I could taste her. She was incredibly scavenge and I gradually worked by clapper interior of her, trying to reduce as she continued to touch and squeeze me. She made a few"oh"auditory sensation and pressed her pubic pearl against my Kuki-Chin as I ran my tongue around her vulva, occasionally pushing my lingua inside of her.

Without warning, Eve took my cock into her mouth and sucked gently, running her clapper around the tip. She squeezed my clod as she started to incite up and down my tool and the sentiency was incredible. She paused, releasing me from her mouth.

"Let me know before you are going to cum, ok ?"

She took me back into her mouth, again using her tongue to tease. As I continued my geographic expedition of her pussy, she lowered her head slowly, taking me in deep, and I could feel her tooth scape me gently when she pulled back. I was intoxicated by the here and now and lost track of time.

The tensity in my groin grew to the point where I knew that I was getting close to orgasm, and, remembering Eve's words, I touched her and let her know what was going to happen. To my surprisal, she didn't stop and continued until I felt myself slipping over the boundary. Suddenly, Eve raised herself off of me, turned quickly to face me, and pressed her vulva against the root of my throbbing cock, forcing my cock against my pubic bone. I gasped as she put her total weight onto me and I involuntarily raised my knees against her ass as the first contraction of my climax began.

"Not yet…"

When I recovered enough to open my middle, I was treated to the sight of Eve's knocker above me as she continued to constrict against me. She was looking down with a foreign look at my cock, and when I followed her gaze I realized that a boastfully string of cum had managed to make it past her defenses onto my stomach. Eve reached down and collected what she could, bringing her bridge player back to her mouth and tasting what she'd found. She leaned over and kissed me deeply ; I was excited by the noesis that she tasted herself in the like way that I tasted myself.

I let Eve know that if she moved before I had a few minutes to recover, I'd probably cum very quickly. She continued to press against me as I reached up and gently cupped her breasts, feeling their warmth and weighting. They did have a hang to them and this really turned me on. I could see that she would look fantastic in a low-cut dress, even without a bra - and I'd never seen such incredible nipples. I told her so.

"Robbie, I'm really attracted to you too. I hope I'm not hurting you… …I should cause stopped when you told me to."

I told her it was ok and gently massaged her breasts for a few hour as my heartbeat slowed. Eve finally raised her pelvic girdle and started to lightly rub her vulva up and down along my now insensitive and semi-hard putz. As blood circulation returned I hardened and she started to bear down, swaying her hips from side to side of meat. She was clearly enjoying the look against her clit, which she pressed tightly against me by tipping her hips forward the end of an occasional diagonal.

Eve stopped, moved forward slightly, and placed her sassing directly over the tip of my cock. I could find her wetness as she pressed downward and her brim parted slightly around me. I was just a small gesture away from being inside of her. She paused.

"I'm right here if you want me."

I pushed forward, but I had to draw back when I missed her entranceway and she slid along my cock. As I pushed forward again she leaned forward, tipped her hips and I was inside of her. Eve pushed against me until I could go no further, and then squeezed my turncock tightly with her sinewy brawniness, thrust a few times, and sat back. She started to move very slightly up and down, letting out a slight gasp each time she did.

"God Robbie, you are touching my cervix when I do that and it feels fucking good ”.

After respective minutes, Eve's breathing became ragged as she pumped her hips more and more rapidly against me and I knew that she was getting closer to her orgasm. I was barely capable to adjudge back and I reached toward her hips in a desperate attack to decelerate her down.

"No, Robbie… …No… …just keep open going…"

She pumped even faster and I could no longer aid myself ; I released watercourse after stream of cum inside of her.

"I can feel that… …holy shit… …holy shit…"

Eve still didn't retard down and it was all I could do to go along from screaming as she slammed against me. My cock remained hard, but it felt Patrick White hot from the incredible overstimulation and I didn't know if I could take much more. However, after a patch longer the pain started to turn into pleasure once again and I began to meet Eve's hard thrusts with thrusts of my own. After a few more second she was panting heavily and clearly just moments away.

"Oh God…"

shudder went through Eve's consistence as her slit convulsed in orgasm, and my tool was squeezed to the point at which she could no longer move up or down on it. Her sexual climax gradually faded and she collapsed forward into my arms, my shaft still thick inside of her. Her breathing slowed and she rolled off of me.

"That was incredible…"

I mumbled something and looked down at my cock, which was covered in cum and Eve's juices. It was still standing at aid - something that Eve noticed a consequence later.

"Jesus, you're still voiceless Robbie."

She turned and swung her leg over me, placing her cum-filled cunt just above my face once again. A drop of cum dripped from her onto my chin as she took my cock into her hands and squeezed it. When Eve lowered her heading and began to use her tongue to bat me, I pulled her down and suck on her lips, pressing my knife inside of her and tasting our combined juices.

We kept at this for a few minutes and then I told Eve that I didn't think I could cum again - twice in one morning was a world record for me anyway. Eve raised her head, took my putz into her hands and tried to signal it toward my feet unsuccessfully.

"Well, let's not waste matter this, ok ?"

She got off of me, turned and remained on her deal and knees.

"Just put it inside of me again for a min, ok ?"

I moved around behind her and entered her again, not sure as shooting of how it would feel. I was surprised to find oneself that it felt damn good, but I was more surprised that Eve wanted to keep going. My centre were flash-frozen on her incredible curves as I moved in and out of her slowly, not wanting to anguish her in any way. Her pussy was slick and we made a wet sound every time we pressed against each other.

"Harder, Robbie…"

I began to record her more rapidly, pushing in as far as I could and pulling back until I was barely inside of her. Eve met my thrusts, lowering her straits to the mattress and presenting her cunt so that I could really go bass. I stopped for a bit, ran my hands along her waist and followed the flare of her hips until my hands were on her ass. I spread her slightly, and then buried myself into her as far as I could, searching for her cervix.

"That's it, Robbie… …right there…"

I could feel her cervix lightly against the tip of my cock each time my pubic pearl pressed against her, and after a few proceedings, a tickling cryptical inside of my balls told me that something might be pending. I increased the speed of my knife thrust as the tickle became stronger and substantial.

Eve was making low moaning sounds and shaking her head from side to side when the tickling suddenly turned into a jolting spasm. I shoved myself inside of Eve as deeply as I could as my cock twitched and injected whatever sperm remained in my balls into her. The unexpected volume and distinctness of the orgasm caused me to grunt loudly and I pulled out of Eve when it faded, rolled to the side and lay on the bed, completely drained.

Eve smiled and lay beside me.

"I think you owe me an coming, Robbie."

I pulled her close and the flavor of her hair filled my olfactory organ. I finally recognized the scent.

It was Jasmine .