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Taking Chances
- By Tracy Ames
- Published December 10, 2009
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“Not tonight,” he said huskily, taking firmer hold of her hand. His eyes met hers for long moment, and he knew that he’d never forget the expression on her beautiful face. “Tonight I don’t want to let go. His fingers tilted her chin upward, forcing her to admit what she was feeling while he absorbed every soft delicate detail of her. “You don’t want me to let you go.” He dipped his head as she raised hers and she was grateful for that first velvety softness of his lips touching hers before his tongue sought hers, and she was no longer expected to speak or act. She was everything that she felt at that moment: wanted, sexy, and feminine.
For a long moment of suspended time they stood kissing and slowly dancing, lost in the glowing depths of one another.
An hour passed and Angela found herself alone after her shower after having parted ways with Jason; he in his room, and she in hers. They agreed any physical response to what they were feelings would have been rushed and ill-timed. Both seemed more than happy to leave things as they were. Angela sat in bed working on a new story idea loosely based on her trip. She couldn’t have imagined that a three day trip to a small town in Georgia could yield a bounty of useful material.
And then there was Jason. Passionate and mature beyond his years and more man than she’d had in years. “Why did we stop?” she thought tapping her pen against the pages of her new journal. The same journal she’d purchased earlier with Jason…her new chapter journal. “Damn it! I’m never going to get this chance again.”
She climbed from the bed, threw on her robe and slippers and marched to the door. She swung it open just as Jason was about to knock. Their eyes locked and he moved inside.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.” He moved closer towards her, tossing the door closed.
“I can’t stop thinking about you either.” She stepped to him and they met toe to toe. “So, what do you want to do about it?”
His lips found hers in a kiss that was slow and sensual, arousing and deepening until he gained the whimpering response he sought. Her bones reduced to pudding under his intense oral prowess. She went weak in his arms. He lips burned a trail of kisses down her soft throat and shoulders and wandered beneath her plunging neckline, and tongued the sheer fabric concealing her nipples.
Angela gasped and bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. He held her, his hard hips molding hers to his.
“Oh my God,” she gave a tiny sound of blissful anguish as the stiffing bulge behind his thin sleeping pants pressed against her.
Jason regained control of himself. “I want you, Angela. I want to sleep with you tonight,” he muttered hoarsely. “But that’s not all. I don’t want you to think that this is just sex. I like you, I like you a lot. I don’t know how to do “just sex”. Even if nothing comes of this other than friendship, I want you to know that you have mine.”
Angela dropped her head and then she felt his strong fingers caress her chin, lifting her face, staring deep into her eyes.
“I’m serious, Angela.”
The earnestness she saw in his eyes spoke to the sincerity of his words. He left her breathless. Unexpectedly she felt his arms gently slide around her waist, and cradled her against him. “It’s not simply about the sex for me either.” Without another word he took possession of her lips and removed her sleep attire and she graciously returned the favor.
Angela pushed him back into the bed and looked at him like a cream filled éclair. She climbed atop him and kissing his lips, and down his chest. He stopped her mid stride and with a yelp he flipped her over flat on her back in one swift move.
“When was the last time you made love?” he asked into the side of her neck, his erect cock pressed into her stomach and she ached for him to do something, anything with it.
“It’s been almost a year.”
He lightly licked and sucked her right nipple. “That long ago?”
“Yeah.” She gasped when she felt his hand reach between her thighs and over her wet lips.”
“It’s been longer than that, Angela.” He gave her a naughty smile. “I want you to lay back and let me take care of you.” He said keenly aware that she was watching his mouth having its way with her breast. He sucked her left nipple and released it. “Let me take you to places you’ve never been. Can you do that?”
“Um….um,” she stammered as he pushed her legs up at the knees. And there it was---her dream. She stared down at the thick mane buried against her stomach. Then his lips moved lower, and a tiny thrilling shock wave swept her as she realized what he was going to do. “Yeah, I can do that.” She never imagined his touch would’ve felt as exquisite as it was traveling though every pore of her body. “Aahh, damn, Jason.” The first sizzling touch of his mouth on her pussy lips sent her reeling, setting a precedent for what was to come.
He tasted her with gently lingering efficiency; planting slow dragging kisses over her labia that caused her to shudder under him. Right when she thought he’d taken her to the pinnacle of oral pleasure he pushed her further, pulled her to him, demanding more. She gave him more; she gave him everything she had and more. He nibbled and he flicked, he teased and he titillated, and she rewarded him with the arch of her back, the tremble in her thighs, the raspy calls to him, and her fingers in his hair.
The wet slippery smoothness of his kitten soft tongue dislodged her from all reality. In those uninhibited moments she became nothing but what she felt: the light broad strokes up and down her pussy lips, the sweet and all too brief sucking of her clit, the sounds of her arousal, the feel of his grasping hands on her thighs. She soared because he willed her too. She came repeatedly because her pleasure was his. Her own happiness waned between her Zen-like break of consciousness and surrender.
“Jason, I’m cumming.” She tightened her fist. She’d never cum orally with any man, yet with Jason’s suckling mouth she saw her orgasm encroaching. Her hips rose and fell slightly eagerly seeking his mouth.
“Cum for me, Angela. Cum as much as you’d like.” He spread her labia, pulling back the skin around her clit, freeing it for his exploration. He took it between his moist lips and sucked feather soft pulsation until her entire body shook.
Her orgasm was so intense; she bounced back and forth between convulsions and open tears. Jason held her until she lay still and satisfied. It was only then that he reached into his pants for a condom.
He settled between her legs and held her head in his hands while studying her eyes and with a heavy groan he pushed passed her pussy lips and they were overcome by a fleeting moment of nothingness, of pure existence unencumbered by narrative. Jason’s hips gyrated between hers. The head of his cock drove deeper and deeper into her. Each thrust sent them both into a benign netherworld of sensation.
“Jason,” she gave into him. His weight pushed her further and further, closer and closer to cumming. Deeper and deeper he stroked, the further he went, the more intense his brow became. “Jason, please…” she attempted to form a proper sentence but thought better of it. She pulled his lips to hers and prayed that the other guests weren’t able to hear the squeaking bed and grunts. He was a passionate lover, he knew her every want and desire. He had calculated correctly, she didn’t have to move a muscle. He knew her in every sense of the word.
Wave after wave of thickness moved inside of her. In and out, in and out…until she came with a hushed scream.
“Angela,” he buried his face in her hair, his breathing uneven. “Angela,” he groaned.
“Oh shit, baby!” she said just over the sound of her pussy being lovingly manhandled. He brought her to orgasm repeatedly without thought of himself. She tightened her walls around him, quietly urging him to cum.
He pumped and pumped. “Damn, I’m cumming,” she finally heard him say. He thrust and came while kissing the most sensual woman he’d had the pleasure of bedding. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her as she came locked in his gaze.
For a long while they lay there scanning one another’s face, grappling with the thoughts of their next move. After disposing of the condom Jason returned to Angela’s side and held her in his arms. She flung half of her body over his and hugged him tightly. There was no need to wrestle with “what next” nor “what are we”. All that mattered was the here and now.
And right then everything was as it should have been. Perfect.
The next morning the guests had breakfast and began filing out. Jason and Angela awoke groggy but thoroughly satisfied with what they’d done. If nothing, they’d made a lifelong new friend. They took their breakfast in the privacy of Angela’s room so she could continue packing and he could watch her doing so.
They emerged downstairs just as the aunts were leaving and said their goodbyes with a twinge of sadness. Being that their flights left an hour a part, Angela rode with Jason to the airport. After check-in they sat waiting at Jason’s gate. She rested on his shoulder and he played in her hair…their separation was becoming all too real.
The attendant made the finally boarding call.
“This is it.” He ruffled her hair and stood. “I’d better go before they close the doors.”
Angela stood but averted her eyes. “I’m not very good at goodbyes. I’m normally the one doing the leaving.”
“This isn't goodbye,” Jason pointed out. “It’s ‘see you later’”
Angela gave a short laugh for his benefit. “I’ll see you later then.”
“You will,” He smiled and handed her a neatly folded note. “Read it when you see the plane’s wheels leave the ground.”
“How do you know I’ll be watching your plane take off?”
“Because I know you,” he kissed her deeply. “I’ll call you when I get home.” With another quick peck to her lips, he slipped through the doors.
Angela walked to a nearby window and spied Jason’s plane pushing away from the gate, and easing unto the runway. Within minutes the plane went from taxiing down the tarmac to full power throttle. And just like that---he was gone and Angela felt it through to her bones.
Without a second to lose she quickly opened Jason’s note and read:
If you’re ever in Ireland and find yourself in need of a good pint and familiar face, you know where to find me.
Your Friend,
Jason
“Ma’am,” a female voice with a heavy Irish brogue said as Angela closed and folded Jason’s note some nine months later. “We’re preparing for landing. Please place your seat in the upright position.”
“Thank you,” Angela gave a polite grin.
The flight attendant left and returned a few minutes later. “Ma’am, I know people approach you all the time, but can you please sign my copy of “Taking Chances”? I’ve read it countless times as you can tell by the dog-eared pages.” She handed the book to Angela.
“Sure.” Angela quickly scribbled her signature and returned the book to the attendant.
“If you don’t mind me asking, are you in Ireland for business or pleasure?”
Angela fingered Jason’s note and smiled.
“Both”
The End
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21 Responses to "Taking Chances"
said this on 10 Dec 2009 6:59:54 PM CST
I love it!! That was very nice. Angela and Jason seem so natural and comfortable with each other. Let's see where their chance meeting will take them. Great story, Tracy.
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said this on 10 Dec 2009 7:10:36 PM CST
Thanks! This story idea came to me last night while talking to a friend and I thought I'd run with it. Be looking for another installment tomorrow evening.
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said this on 10 Dec 2009 7:44:33 PM CST
Great story Tracy. He lives in Ireland now, I'm sure he wouldn't mind having company when he goes back.
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said this on 10 Dec 2009 10:35:30 PM CST
Wanda, don't get me started, LOL!
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said this on 10 Dec 2009 7:57:43 PM CST
Very good story so far. I'm liking the way Angela and Jason just natrually connected to each other. I also like that the connetion seem to be deeper than them just wanting to sex each other up! Looking forward to reading more.
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said this on 10 Dec 2009 10:32:49 PM CST
Thank you. This is what I get for staying up late at night talking with friends. I should take my butt to bed, lol.
I wanted to write a short story so that your guys could follow their progression over the three day period. Enjoy..... |
said this on 10 Dec 2009 11:42:33 PM CST
Thanks Olga! This is what Stephanie and I were talking about. You get these characters in your head that demand to be heard and won't let you rest until they have their say. The end product: Taking Chances
Liam is just now figuring this out also. I read a bit of his next post last night. Poor guy, I don't know when he sleeps. |
said this on 12 Dec 2009 3:45:08 PM CST
Love the chemistry between Jason and Angela!! Going to be another good read.
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said this on 12 Dec 2009 5:15:29 PM CST
Another great chapter!!
Angela and Jason have realized their compatibility and admitted their attraction, even if mostly to themselves. They should go for it. It could work. She's a writer and flexible to write from anywhere. He's interested and probably a little lonely in Ireland. I'm glad that you aren't putting much if any emphasis on their age difference. It really seems as insignificant as their race differences in the big scheme of L-O-V-E. |
said this on 13 Dec 2009 6:18:01 AM CST
Thanks! I didn't want to play up the age and race different too much. I felt it would be over kill. I figure mentioning it once or twice in short bits was good enough.
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said this on 12 Dec 2009 8:56:00 PM CST
Loved the update, there is so much chemistry between. I'm with Bluegardenia she can write anywhere, I know he's lonely and that's probably why his friends invited him to the wedding to hook them up.
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said this on 13 Dec 2009 8:11:17 PM CST
wonderful ending. I loved it!!! There night together was very passionate!! So glad it ended with her going to Ireland. Great job
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said this on 13 Dec 2009 9:33:58 PM CST
PAW, I tried to keep it vanilla. Vanilla not boring....just not Kinky. :)
This story popped in my head while chatting with a friend. I'm glad you enjoyed the tale. |
said this on 13 Dec 2009 8:19:55 PM CST
Ah, that was perfect! I'm glad they took the chance with each other. I admire people who are brave and adventurous enough to see exactly where a mutual attraction will take them. As Jason said, at the very least they'd be friends. I believe great relationships are made out of rue compatibility and friendship.
Thanks for a great read, Tracy!! |
said this on 13 Dec 2009 9:16:41 PM CST
You're so right. I get sick of people (real or fiction) who are too afraid to take a chance and see where things could go. They sort of dance around their feelings and then pout when their lives don't progress. They stall out and can't figure out why.
Here's to taking chances! |
said this on 14 Dec 2009 6:24:12 PM CST
OMG! I loved everything about this story! Even though I'm always down with some kink. That just how I roll. lol! But this story was perfect without it! The story was meant to be sweet and romatic! You made Angela and Jason still hot together with out the kink. I so happy it ended with Angela going to Ireland to be with Jason. But now you got me wanting read more. I want to know happens next for them. Maybe we can get a contiuation of their story later.
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said this on 14 Dec 2009 6:48:54 PM CST
Thanks Lady! No Kink this go round I'm afraid. I took this story back to my earlier non-Kink days...:) I normally try and balance the vanilla and Kink side of my brain but in some cases they over lap.
Maybe one day I'll pickup their story again but for now I think they're sated. :) |
said this on 16 Dec 2009 3:59:39 PM CST
I loved it!! She is going to Ireland hopefully to stay! Awesome story!!
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said this on 18 Dec 2009 7:11:07 AM CST
This was such a great story. I loved it. Thanks
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said this on 14 Aug 2010 2:41:26 PM CST
Ditto the above. This is a great story.
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