***note: this is a re-post. sorry, nothing new. just that someone requested i post the ones i wrote as coffeeBBW again. this was posted May 8, 2009***
Raj was a businessman I met in one of my travels. When I met him, my reaction was of total dislike. He had a way of making me feel naked even when I am fully clothed. It always made me feel like hiding in embarrassment. But he was a potential business partner. I had to be civil.
I attended a party one night and I was asked to dance. Things were going quite well until I felt an arm around my waist. It was him. I figured I would dance with him once then move on. I ended up spending the rest of the party trying to stay away yet finding him next to me still.
I left the party before midnight. Being used to the ease of getting a cab any time in Manila, it slipped my mind that cabs are rather hard to find at night in that place. I was about to call the hotel where I was staying to request for a car when Raj appeared. He offered me a ride. Not really keen on being alone with him, I said no, thank you and decided to just check in at the hotel nearby. He walked with me but left just when I was about to check in.
Having no extra clothes with me, I decided to sleep naked after a quick shower. I was about to fall asleep when I heard someone knocking. I donned one of the robes in the closet and opened the door. It was him, with coffee.
I asked him to wait for me while I get dressed. Inside the bathroom, I started thinking of whys and hows. I untied the robe just as the door opened. He approached me and I stepped backwards and asked him to wait outside. He kept approaching and I found myself pinned against the wall. He tried to kiss me and I tried to push him away, forgetting that I was holding the robe to keep it from opening. He grabbed my wrists and started kissing my neck. His breath on my skin, the softness of his lips, the wet tongue as he made tiny circles on my neck. He was turning me on.
I struggled. He stopped and looked at me. For all the times he made me feel naked, he was looking at me. Staring at my eyes rather than my exposed skin. Instead of the piercing and offensive look I am used to get from him, he was staring at me in a different way, intensely but with a hint of gentleness. He let go of my wrists and on instinct, I slapped him. He tied my robe and I tried to push him away. He hugged me then and said, “I will not force you.”
He led me back inside the room. He sat on the couch and I went to the dresser to light a cigarette. Don’t smoke. You don’t know what watching you smoke does to me.”
I ignored him. I needed to smoke. I needed to think. I needed to get him out of my room. I needed to stop the fast beating my heart. To clear my mind and stop thinking how nice he smelled when he hugged me. How the brief body contact left me feeling warm. How his eyes were the most beautiful ones I’ve ever seen. And how his moustache was turning me on the more I see it.
“Let’s talk,” he said.
“I don’t feel comfortable discussing business dressed like this.”
“I don’t intend to talk business.”
“I really would like you to leave.” He approached me and I backed away, not wanting to get close to him again. He grabbed my hand and took the cigarette from my fingers. “I told you not to smoke.”
Defeated, I sat on the bed. “What do you want, Mr. Sherma?”
He walked to the other side of the room and took the coffee. He offered it to me and I declined. “I want to talk. How are things like in your country? Are you enjoying your stay here?”
I looked at him, he was really waiting for an answer. He sat next to me and we started talking. I told him how I hated the political scene back in the Philippines. How I was enjoying my stay in the country we were both visiting at that time. How I admire the simple ways of the locals and talked about the things I miss. He was listening to me. We discussed about his country, how call centers were booming and how the competition between India and Philippines was becoming stronger. I started to relax.
He asked if I have someone special. I didn’t answer. I felt a twitch on my left shoulder and automatically, started to massage it. He took my hand away and replaced it with his own. I stiffened. “Don’t be afraid me.”
We sat in silence. Then it started raining. Hard. He stopped massaging me and stood up. “I think I better leave.” I nodded. The rain was getting harder. I stood up and he took my hand. I tried to take it away. He held my hand firmly and looked at me. “Unless, you will let me stay.”
I looked at the clock then. It was late, almost two in the morning. Driving alone in that city was a risk because of the Communists. Plus it was raining.
“I will sleep on the couch.” He said in a light tone. I laughed. The couch was too short for him, but I would rather he be sore and safe instead of me wondering if he will get home safe. I agreed.
I woke up suddenly. It was very quiet. I looked at the couch. He was not there. The clock read almost 4 am. I sat up and that’s when I saw him. Sleeping on the floor. I felt bad. I fell asleep while he was in the shower. Though I readied one of the pillows and the comforter for him to use, he did not take them. I got up and brought the pillow and comforter to him. I knelt down and gently shook him.
He opened his eyes. “You can use these.”
He sat up and I handed him the comforter while I placed the pillow on the floor. I smiled at him. “Goodnight.” I started to get up and he murmured something. I stopped and looked at him. “What?” My eyes fell on his moustache. Damn.
He kissed me. A soft kiss on my lips. The feel of his moustache tickled my very core. I kissed him back. We exchanged timid kisses at first. Then I opened my mouth and his tongue touched mine. Our tongues played and I was starting to feel weak. My mind was screaming at me to stop but I was already powerless.
He moved and made me lie down. He lay on top of me and started kissing my neck. I moaned and he started nibbling my earlobe. His hand started to move, from shoulder it went to my right breast. Squeezed it gently and I arched my back. His hand went to my waist and untied the robe.
I felt his warm hand on my tummy. Slowly it moved up to cup my breast. His fingers brushed against my erect nipple. A sharp intake of breath then his lips were on it. Sucking it gently. I moaned. He opened my robe completely, exposing my body to him. I reached for his robe and he indulged me, guided my hand to the knot that held his robe in place.
I tugged on it and he slipped off the robe. I bent my knees and opened wide to welcome him. One quick push. I felt like my pussy was being ripped. I was wet, I know I was but his cock was too thick. I cried. It was as if I was being fucked for the first time.
He started pumping slowly. Pulling himself out almost completely then thrusting it all the way in again. Every thrust brought pain and pleasure. Every push made my breasts bounce. Then he placed my ankles on his shoulders and started thrusting more, faster. He pulled his cock almost completely out and pushed it halfway in. Out and in, out and in, then he pushed it deep inside me. He kept doing it, shallow thrusts and then a deep one. My hands started groping for something to hold on to. I found his arms. As he pushed his cock inside, I squeezed his arms hard. The deeper the thrust, I more I squeezed.
I climaxed and dug my nails on his skin. He kept fucking me. His hand went to my pussy and I felt his thumb on my clit. He started rubbing it while fucking. It drove me crazy. His hard and thick cock plowing inside me while his thumb was rolling my clit was too pleasurable. I felt out of breath, with my heart ready to explode. I wanted it to go on and stop at the same time. I grabbed the pillow and shook my head left and right. “Are you safe?”
Shit. I was not. “No.”
He kept thrusting and playing with my clit though. I arched my back and cum again. I was trembling and my clit was throbbing. He kept pumping. “No.. please.. no..stop..”
He pulled out. I knew he didn’t cum yet. I felt guilty, I wanted him to explode. “I’m sorry.. “
“Shhh,” He started rubbing his cock on my pussy lips. Then he dipped it inside me, just the head and I moaned. Shit, I still wanted him inside, I realized.
But he pulled out. He started rubbing his head against my clit. “Ohhhh… Raj…”
I spread my legs wider and pushed my hips up, meeting his cock. He kept rubbing his cock against my clit. “Raj… I want you to cum.. please..”
With that, he slid his cock inside me again. He was able to slide it easier but I still felt a little pain. I was so full of him. He started fucking me fast and hard. The sound of him banging on me was adding to the sensation of having him inside. I started moving, meeting his thrusts.
Then he pulled out and I felt him rubbing against my clit. Then a warm gush. He lay on top of me, I hugged him. We kissed. He got up and covered our bodies with the comforter. He hugged me and we fell asleep.