Chapter 9

Crystal was right. Sometimes a one-night, no-strings stand is surprisingly genuine, and is good for what ails you. It takes you away from your everyday worries, because it puts you in that all-consuming, God-given pleasure that is sex.

And you don't even have to travel to find such an experience. Often, it's waiting just around the corner.. .

Late one Friday night, I was cruising around downtown. I'd had a rough day at the office, my date had stood me up, and I couldn't seem to unwind.

That's when I saw Samantha, as her name turned out to be, walking along a deserted street. I could tell that she wasn't a hooker, just a night shift worker headed home. So I pulled over and offered her a ride. And, after looking over my business suit and my late-model car, she got in.

Samantha was about twenty. She had a plain face, light blonde hair tied back, and a decent-looking body in a white sweater and slacks. But her attitude, which was like Crystal's, was the best thing about her.

"I won't lie," I told her as we drove along. "I need a woman tonight. If you're not game, don't worry, I'll just take you home. But if you want a man, I'll do my best to make you happy."

Samantha studied me for a moment. "Why not?" she finally replied. "I like sex. And I could use some relaxation after the day I've had, too."

So I took her to my place, and poured some drinks. Then, sitting beside her on the couch, I put my arms around her.

She responded freely, getting her warm body in contact with mine. Her face was plain, but I forgot all about that when she kissed me hotly. Her wide blue eyes met mine with a look of deep anticipation.

"Mmmmm," Samantha purred, moving in my arms. "I love to get close. People should be comfortable with sex, with themselves, and with each other."

Fate had been with me. I couldn't have found a better pickup if I'd driven all night!

She went on to unbutton her white sweater, and I helped her. I unhooked her thin bra, freeing her warm breasts. They were heavy and cone-shaped, with hard red nipples and wide aureoles. But what she did with them was something else.

"Do you like them?" she asked, as she lifted and stroked them. "I do. They may not be the best boobs in the world, but if you love yourself, I think that makes every part of you sexy."

My sentiments exactly, which applied to even the plainest person. I gave her my answer by kissing all over her tits, while my cock grew rock-hard in my pants. Without any shyness, she reached down and stroked it.

Then Samantha stood up, smiled, and shucked off her slacks and panties. I was met by another rush of warmth, and by the sight of her rounded belly, yellow bush, and smooth white ass. Again, she wasn't a centerfold, but what she did with what she had made all the difference. Using her hands like a lover's, she ran them up and down her naked flesh. She squeezed her tits, pressed her belly, and grabbed the twin globes of her butt. Holding her crotch, she fingered open her wet pink seam. When she was done, her whole body was incredibly sex-charged and vibrant.

"Oh, yes!" she gasped, her blue eyes glazing over and her red lips parted. "Now I'm ready. Now I'm sexy Samantha!"

My mouth followed her hands. Having her stand close to me where I still sat on the couch, I pulled her fingers away from her pussy and replaced them with my tongue. Not only did I need a willing woman tonight, but I wanted to please one, too. I explored her tender folds with my tongue tip, then probed deep inside her. She shivered and sighed, running her fingers through my hair while I held her tensing ass to bring her closer. Her warm juices flowed out and spread over my face.

"Mmmmm!" she purred, in a high, sexy voice. "This is wonderful!"

Then she wriggled away from me knelt down, and freed my throbbing dick from my pants. Her eyes widened when she saw its big head and its long, thick shaft. She explored it curiously with her fingers, and planted little kisses along its engorged length.

"Yes, I love myself," she nodded. "But I love a good, hard hunk of man even better!"

Samantha went on to show it. She tilted her blonde head, opened her mouth wide, and took my dick deeply. Although she was only twenty, her hot orifice worked expertly on me. Her tongue moved on the sensitive underside of my cock in a way that drove me wild. Her lips created a marvelous suction. I gazed down at her arching back and her waving ass, and she looked candidly up at me.

"Oh, yeah!" I sighed, stroking her tied-back hair and her soft shoulders. "Girl, you are the best!"

But before I came, she disgorged my cock and helped me off with my clothes. I lay back on the couch, and she proceeded to massage my body with every inch of hers. Arching over me, she ran her cone-shaped tits down my face and then my chest, winding up at my upstanding prick. She shook her breasts on my prick, then held them together with her hands to make a channel for me, while I lunged between them. I wasn't even inside her yet, and already I was fucking!

"Sex is great," Samantha laughed. "So we might as well do it every which way we can!"

Then she hunched up and straddled my thigh. While we kissed hotly, she rode my leg. The feel of her soft pussy fur sent thrills through me, and my leg became slick from her flowing juices. My erection was next to her sexy, naked hip, and I almost came from rubbing against it.

Finally, I put on a rubber, and Samantha moved up farther and eased her hot slit down on my swollen rod. What she'd done first had made it worth the wait, and had made it worlds better. That average woman had made an art form out of sex. I wondered if I'd picked up some ancient nympho goddess, because every inch of her was like sex itself!

She went on to fuck me madly. Her sleeve was tight and formfitting, almost enough to make a man cum without even moving. Still, she levered it onto my dick with total abandon, wiggling her hips and creating an incredible sensation. Her breasts bobbed, their hard nipples brushing my chest as she leaned forward. She looked into my eyes with a wonderful and enthusiastic expression.

"Oh, boy!" Samantha panted. "I do love sex. I love to suck a man. But even more, I love a big strong cock inside me!"

"Oh, yeah!" I responded. "This is so right. This is how it's meant to be!"

Then the young blonde twirled around and fucked with her sexy back to me. I massaged the smooth white globes of her ass while her tight pussy continued to work its magic. I reached up and around and held her breasts, fondling her nipples. I stroked her hard, tensed thighs. Her hair swung in my face as she leaned back toward me.

We rolled off the couch onto the carpeted floor. Now she got on her hands and knees, and I knelt and slid my tool into her quim from behind. As I grasped her waist and fucked strongly, her hanging breasts swung back and forth and even out to her sides. Her pussy was completely open to me, and her sex juice practically squirted out around my rod. My dick ran along her clit, making her whole body quiver with ecstasy.

"Oh, yeah!" Samantha exclaimed. "Fuck me good. Really put it to me. Go, go, go!"

After a few more of my hot thrusts, she came. I don't think I'd ever seen or felt anything like it! Her every female muscle flexed, as though her climax wasn't just in her tight pussy, but in her entire shuddering form. She lunged back at me so strongly that I thought I'd lose my balance as she rode her orgasm to the end.

"Oh!" she moaned. "Ooo!" she squealed. "Eee!" she screamed. At last she subsided, with a wonderful "Ahh!"

When this woman loved something, she showed it. She also believed in telling it like it was.

I hadn't cum yet, since I wanted to see what else that amazing young woman could do. So I rolled her over on the plush carpet and put it to her in missionary position. Even that way, she was something else.

"Oh," Samantha giggled. "You want some more. Well, I'm young, energetic, and willing. Go right ahead!"

I plunged deeply into her, really going for my own big O. I built slowly, wanting to savor every second of it, wanting to make it one I'd never forget. It seemed only fitting on an amazing night like this. Her tight pussy helped, seeming to take every sensation of mine and give it back a hundredfold. Not only was she completely open, but she was willing to achieve an absolute oneness with her partner.

"Go for it!" my hot pickup urged me, running her hands wildly over my back and hips. She tensed her inner muscles, sending electricity up my spine. She bumped her mound upward, meeting every one of my thrusts. "Just do it, lover. Go all the way!"

I did. Soon I felt a marvelous pressure at the base of my dick, then a heavenly release. My orgasm began at the tip of my cock, then flowed back and forth along its throbbing length, with an incredible, piercing sensation. It was easily the longest and strongest I'd ever experienced, and I did experience every moment of it. Oceanic waves of pleasure seemed to surge through me forever.

When I started pumping, I could feel every hot, urgent jet.

"Oh!" I moaned, as, like a surfer, I rode that perfect wave to the end. My whole being rushed out to the sex goddess I'd found.

My whole body came!

Afterward, still naked, Samantha and I relaxed together, lying in each other's arms on the carpet. We hadn't even made it to the bed, but we'd done everything, and more! If I'd started out the night wanting to unwind, now I felt a peace that I hadn't known in ages.

"I don't know what to say," I told my sudden lover. "Can I see you again?"

"No," she replied, with a mystical smile. "Let's just leave this night special. It was the stuff that dreams and legends are made of!"