Sweet woman of stone
One fine day at the Skybar in Santo Domingo with Alfredo, on a lark we stopped in around lunchtime. For a change, we were catching the afternoon flight instead of the morning one, and decided to try for one last gallop before returning to Miami. On this occasion I had the great fortune to meet a pretty young lady who for all the world could have been an Italian gal from Brooklyn, with pretty olive skin, brown eyes and a short mop of brown curly hair. In fact she reminded me very much of a gal from college that I’d missed my chance with, so when I saw her I was immediately drawn to her.
She was about a 5’8” with toned, muscular body, fine full breasts and a saucy smile, and feeling the itch, I proceeded to drag her down to the Hotel for what had to have been the hardest rattle I’ve ever dished out. She was pretty and had a great attitude, don’t misunderstand…But she was literally the strongest and HARDEST hardbody I’ve ever encountered to this day. And, she had her way with me, no error; and although I was perfectly willing, it was a totally new experience……being woman-handled.
In only a few other encounters besides this one can I recall the feeling of being an object of intense, untamed and aggressive feminine lust. I was her sex-object, if you will, which certainly wasn’t an unpleasant feeling; in fact, it’s a feeling every man should feel now and again, and when it’s from a stranger who has no particular reason to stroke your ego as a wife or girlfriend might, it’s all the more intense, and such was the case with this particular lady.
Things started pretty normally back at the room as we slowly started making out and undressing, and once naked, she sat on the bed as I stood in front of her, she stroking my manhood and looking up at me with a bright, lusty smile as she moved off the bed to her knees and began to mouth-message Mr. Bobo.
Whilst looking up at me, she positioned herself perfectly so I could enjoy the view of her, as well as the reflection of the scene in the full-length wall mirror nearby. After a few moments of male supremacy at it’s finest, I pointed over to the bed and bid her to lay down so I could taste that beautiful little tight pussy.
Things heated up pretty quickly as she lay down and spread her legs, giving me a slightly open-mouthed smile as if she wasn’t expecting this, and immediately I worked my tongue inside her beautiful little love-hole, occasionally licking the length of her lovely gash and teasing her clit with a circular tongue lashing, which definitely had the desired effect as she groaned with pleasure.
Things went volcanic in short order as she spread her legs to the utmost and I proceeded to give her a tongue lashing such as I’ve given few other times. After a minute or two she lay up abruptly, giving me an expression like a woman possessed, that would have been threatening if it hadn’t been in the heat of passion.
As I rose to her lips she grabbed by face with both hands forcefully and planted a huge kiss, sticking her tongue down my throat, and presently, she gently but firmly laid ME down about where she had lain moments before, and mounted my face, spreading her legs and lowering her dripping love gash toward my mouth, and gripping my head with one hand as she placed the other against the headboard for balance.
Soon she was looking down at my face with the look of a hungry lioness, grinding her womanhood into my mouth gently, but firmly as I looked up at her in lustful delight, feeling her hand pulling my head to her pussy as the grind started slowly at first, and soon began going hard and fast as I grasped both of her thighs and felt her legs wrapped around my face, and my cock rock-hard.
I remember trying to keep my tongue stationary as she found a rhythm, and soon as I looked up at her face as she was looking up with her mouth open. Soon I saw her look down at me with her teeth clinched and her lips open, then as she slowly opened her mouth, I heard her moaning as she rode my face in a slightly circular motion, closing her eyes and exhaling as she slowed almost to a stop. I heard her heart beating and felt it pumping thru her legs, which she had wrapped tightly around my head; she was breathing as though she had just run a sprint, and I moaned with pleasure knowing I had satisfied her in such spectacular fashion.
Of course, we weren’t finished with each other, for the main event lay ahead (no pun intended). She lay down on the bed and as I crawled on top of her perfectly toned athletic body, I felt as if I were atop a woman of stone, as if every muscle in her body were flexed, and she began holding me tight with all of her considerable strength as I entered her .
It took every ounce of strength I had to pleasure that woman of stone again; I was determined to make her cum with my cock this time, but she seemed to be fighting me, rather than going with the flow. AS difficult as it was for me, though, damned if she wasn’t forcing me into exactly the grind she wanted with sheer brute force, and after a few minutes she let out a soft moan.
Soon we seemed to melt into each other, her stiffness easing considerably as we settled into a longer, slower rhythm, with her finally easing up and submitting to my motion, our bodies embracing into a sublime state of mutual pleasure as I felt the heat of her body on mine, cheek to cheek and the warm, wet and wonderful grip of her womanhood below.
What followed after these few minutes of nirvana can only be described as a heart-stopping orgasm on my part, when I suddenly exploded inside her, stopping suddenly with the first explosion, and continuing slowly for several secondary ones, my mojo seeming to go from overflowing to totally empty within those moments.
When things slowed to a stop, I lay atop her, breathless and after catching my breath gave her a very slow but passionate kiss, which she seemed to enjoy as much as I; and soon I slowly rolled off of her and we lay next to each other, holding hands and catching our breath, staring at the ceiling, and alternatively, each other.
What a pity I had a plane to catch, and didn’t think to get her name or number for the next trip to Santo Domingo, but, such is life, and often the most fleeting experiences are the most memorable. Of course, I never saw her again, and I’ve occasionally wondered about her, and whether she ever knew how much she rocked my world, and how much I enjoyed returning the favor.
