Life of Paul: Rendezvous: Alina
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October 1998
The fall, also known as the slightly cooler summer in southern California, was fast approaching. I had purchased my house in Portland and things were progressing, but not very quickly. Being so far away made it difficult to schedule things and answer questions, but the contractor I hired seemed competent and only called me 2 or 3 times a week.
Most of the time this was fine, but in this particular instance, it was downright annoying. I knew it was him from the caller ID box (another recent purchase, helpful as I suddenly had more friends than I could shake a stick at) and I tried to ignore the first two calls. The third one must have meant something was wrong.
"Are you going to answer that?" Min asked.
"No", I answered, staring at the phone, willing it to stop ringing.
It didn't stop ringing.
I stretched over as far as I could manage and grabbed the receiver.
"Hello?" I said into it.
Min, for her part, didn't move from her position. Not that she had much choice, seeing as she was currently prone on my bed, naked, oiled up, with nearly all of my long, thick, hard cock buried in her ass.
She smiled as I answered the phone. The mostly dried remnants of my first load of our session was still decorating her cheek, forehead, and some even ended up in her short, black hair, clumping it in places.
The voice on the other line told me that a water main was burst due to a trencher making a wrong ditch. It was non-sense to me since I wasn't a contractor, but he sounded worried.
"OK," I told him, "how much will this push back the project?"
He gave me a number.
"2 months?!?," I said loudly into the phone.
"Aww," Min teased, "did Paul not get his way? Is he gonna pout now?" She giggled at her own joke.
I pulled my cock almost all the way out of her ass and slammed it back in to the hilt in response.
"Mother fucker!" she gasped. I pulled out and did it again. Min turned her head and screamed into the pillow. I paused my assault to finish with the contractor.
"OK," I said, "I get that shit happens, but someone wasn't driving that thing properly, correct? So whoever's fault it is can pay to fix the water main."
Min, still moaning into the pillow, moaned a little more as I pulled out and thrust into her ass again. I stifled a grunt myself as her ass felt amazing as I penetrated her.
"OK, this is more than a phone call I think. I'll be there on site on Monday and we can discuss how to fix this.
"Since its Thursday, just knock off for the rest of today and this week and we'll start back on Monday.
"OK. Thanks. See you Monday." I made sure the phone was off and tossed it aside.
With both of my hands on Mins small, tight ass cheeks, I started thrusting into her ass at a steady and brisk pace.
"Oh. My. Fucking. God." Min moaned loudly with each thrust. "I had no idea your cock in my ass could feel this good."
"Your ass feels amazing. Hot and tight," I told her.
I quickened my pace again as she started rubbing her clit from underneath her. I could feel her dipping her fingers into her soaking wet pussy as I continued to jam my cock into her ass.
Min and I had only done anal a few times in the last few weeks. The first time she barely was able to take the head in. But now, she was taking my whole length in her ass and loving it.
"Oh oh oh oh, fuck fuck fuck fuck, yes yes, oooooooo, YEEEEEEES!" Min screamed as she came. I felt her orgasm tighten her asshole, almost painfully, around my girth. But this just set off my own orgasm.
"Fuck, Min, where do you want me to cum?"
"Cum in my ass," she said desperately, her eyes tightly shut from her orgasm. "Fill my ass. Do it. Fuck. Do it!"
"Fuck YEESSSS," I roared as I peaked. I thrust with all my need into her asshole, grabbing her shoulders as leverage to go deeper, unloading half a dozen powerful shots into Min. Her expression was a mix of pleasure and pain, but mostly pleasure. We stayed joined for a few minutes until we came down.
Min winced slightly as I withdrew. Her asshole was bright pink from the fucking I'd just given it. A small stream of cum escaped and ran down her pussy.
"Fuck me, that was hot," she breathed as she turned over. Dried cum was still covering her C-cup breasts and stomach.
"I did, and it was," I jibbed, kissing her deeply. We laid down for a bit to rest.
"So, problem with the house?"
"Yea, apparently my basement has now become my pool. They're shutting off the water and will clean it up but I need to be all decision maker about how to fix it."
"I'm curious what the house looks like."
"Its a house, like most others. But you're welcome to visit. That is, if I ever actually move into it. Right now it looks like it's going to be next summer before I get the keys back."
Min leaned over and kissed me, deeply, our tongues playing lightly.
"Well then," she said, "at least I can look forward to another few months of you violating me in all these new and exciting ways." She kissed me again playfully.
I felt a twitch down below, which did not go unnoticed by Min. "How about I violate you right now?" I moved my hand to cup and squeeze her ass. Min moaned at my touch.
"Tempting, but my ass needs to rest." She got off the bed and headed to the bathroom. "However, when you're ready again, my pussy is in desperate need of a good violation."
She turned at headed into the bathroom. I heard the shower start.
I got off the bed and skipped (but in a manly way) to join Min in the shower.
#
It turns out that owning a home is a lot of work.
Even simple things, like renovating a kitchen seems to encompass a million decisions and another million adjustments cause this color won't work, or this counter doesn't come in that fashion, and on and on.
I had gotten the same hotel, and even the same suite as the last few times I was in town. By Wednesday, I had sorted out all the issues I was needed for, and was left with three days before my flight back to California. What to do, what to do?
I had called Morgan and asked if she was available for dinner and a show (fancy I know), but she was at a conference in Seattle. She sounded genuinely bummed about missing out, which weirdly made me feel flattered.
Since Morgan was the only woman I really knew here, my options for spending a nice evening with a lovely lady were diminishing rapidly.
Looking at flights back home for an early departure, a thought struck me. I dug around in my bag for the slip of paper that was given to me on my first flight out here by a very friendly flight attendant.
Found it! Maryanne, and her phone number. I dialed it not really knowing what to say.
"Hello?" A bright female voice said on the other end.
"Hi, this is Paul. I'm not sure if you remember me or not, but you gave me your phone number after a flight to Portland a few weeks ago."
"Oh, yes, I remember," she said. It sounded like she was smiling.
"I'm currently in Portland for a few more days and wanted to know if you were available for dinner and a show?"
"Like a movie?"
"No, a play. Phantom of the Opera."
"Hmmm," she said. "What time?"
"The show is for Friday, and we can get dinner afterwards," I said.
"Shit. I can't, I have an international flight tomorrow and I won't be back until Sunday. I'm sorry," she said. She sounded like she was too.
"That's OK. I'm moving here in a few months so plenty of time to hook up.
"MEET UP, I meant meet up," I said quickly.
She laughed delightfully. "Nice. Glad you found a place. And I am sorry. Oh, wait, hang on a sec..."
I heard some mumbled tones for a bit. Then Maryanne came back on.
"I have a roommate, Alina, and she is going to be very lonely this weekend while I am gone. Would you be willing to take her instead?"
I thought about it for a sec. "Sure, I'd love to. But..." I paused, "just don't build up her hopes about what I look like. Fabio, I ain't."
She laughed again in that delightful way. "Don't worry, I will only tell her what I know to be true and honest," she said.
"Great. Then you can tell her I'll see her Friday evening. I am going all out fancy so please tell her so she isn't shocked." She gave me the address and hung up.
I wondered, at that point, what she meant about 'true and honest'. I put it aside. I had to find a suit shop cause I didn't pack any.
I grabbed the phone book and started making my plans for Friday.
#
One of the benefits of having oodles of money is that if you need something in a hurry, and money is no object, you could get anything done.
My suit, which was Italian apparently, was costly as far as suits go, and tailoring would have taken weeks, were it not for me slipping a few c-notes to the tailor.
I also visited the restaurant before hand, asking for their best table for Friday. The snooty dude was more accommodating once a few more c-notes landed in his pockets.
The box office only had upper balcony seats left, which were also pricy. It was weird cause you were farther away from the stage, so how were they more?
After all was said and done, Friday rolled around and I went to pick up my blind date in my rented limo. A bit over the top, especially since we were just driving around town but, hey, I did promise fancy.
Their house was in the northwest area of Portland. It was a nice looking neighborhood with lots of older houses. We pulled up to this two story one and my driver (a woman in her early 30's named Tess, who was all kinds of not-impressed with my suaveness) opened my door.
"This is still weird," I told her.
"Buddy, for what you're tipping me, the least I can do is open doors," she said.
I went and knocked on the door of the house, wondering what would greet me. The door opened and I can only imagine that my eyes must have gotten cartoonishly large at what I saw.
Before me stood possibly one of the most magnificent women I had ever seen. Her skin was a rich, deep milk chocolate color which radiated smoothness. Her amused, almond shaped eyes were shaded with subtle reds and crowned with perfectly manicured brows. Her hair was shortly cropped and very curly. A small mole on her left cheek only enhanced her allure.
But her lips were what drew me in the most. Large, plump, luscious lips painted in a brighter red, curled upwards in a pleased smile.
Glancing down, she was wearing a strapless, form fitting large-bandage dress in a bright mustardy color that went to her mid-thigh. The bandages had large, horizontal slits every few inches on both sides that revealed her sides, hips, and legs in the most enticing way. The top of her dress was barely containing her DD cup breasts, which were proudly displayed. A translucent shawl and matching mustard yellow shoes completed her ensemble.
"Hello, you must be Paul," she said with no small amount of humor. Even her voice had a lyrical note to it.
Suddenly, looking at her, I felt like I hadn't prepared enough and that I looked like a slob in my $5k suit.
"Uh, hi. You must be Alina," I said. Yup, still the king of smoothness, me.
"Shall we," she said, stepping out and closing her door. Her walk was amazing to behold as well, as her ass was equally proudly displayed when she turned to lock her door. Turning back, I offered my arm.
"How gentlemanly," she said. Walking her down the walkway, she spotted the limo.
"Wow," she said, "when Maryanne said fancy, she wasn't kidding."
"I try," I replied. Tess opened the door for us and Alina got in, also a wonderful sight to watch her perform. Tess gave me a thumbs up as I got in after her.
"So," Alina said, trying to start conversation as we drove, "Maryanne didn't mention much about you. Only that you moved here recently and were cutely nervous when flying. Meeting you, I can see how that could be true."
"Well, I'm not moved here yet. My house is being renovated. I was in town to sort out some issues. And likewise, as you may have guessed, she didn't tell me anything about you, other than that you're roommates."
"Pleasantly surprised?" she asked.
"Gobsmacked would better define it," I said. "I should confess that this level of showmanship," I indicated the limo and myself, "is new to me."
"You mean you don't ride in limos and wear expensive suits every day? I got the impression that you were quite wealthy given the level of detail you went to for this date," she said.
"Well," I said, "the suit I bought, but the limo is rented. If that gives you a better idea about me."
"It says that you want to impress me, but are reasonable about how you do it. There is only so much you can do over the phone, so you must have hopped all over town to get ready for tonight.
"That level of dedication is what I am appreciating right now."
It gave me a nice feeling, as well as tighter pants, knowing that she appreciated the effort I went to.
Over the next little bit we talked about where we grew up and what we are doing now. She was 24 years old, and a business major at the local state university. Her parents were from Niger and she was from New York. She wanted to do international business and she loved to travel. My story wasn't terribly exciting but she seemed interested. We didn't have anything in common but it was still nice to talk with her about our pasts, current events, and other things.
Once at the venue, Tess opened the door for us and we stepped out. Alina grabbed a smaller clutch purse from the larger one she brought with her, which I thought was weird.
While walking into the venue, we got more than a few glances and stares (more her than me, obviously) since we were exiting a stretch limo and were dressed to the nines. Going through the lobby netted us more stares and even a couple pictures from a photographer covering the show.
We stopped at the concession and got some Raisinettes, at her request, and we took our seats. We chatted a bit more before the curtain. From our balcony, we could see the entire theater. As the show started, I stretched my arm around Alina in her seat. Smiling out of the corner of her eye, she adjusted closer and put her hand on my leg.
She then immediately withdrew it when she realized that my member was tucked into that leg (Italian suit pants are very tight in the crotch, fyi). She looked a little mortified.
"Sorry," I whispered.
She returned her hand to my leg, albeit lower down, but only just. "Don't be," she whispered back. She turned to watch the show.
At intermission neither of us got up. We stayed sidled up closely and chatted some more. As the curtain call came and the lights dimmed again, I felt her hand move slightly higher up my leg, grazing the head of my member. This of course elicited an uncontrollable reaction. It was impossible for her not to notice.
As for myself, I started lightly stroking her lovely, exposed shoulder, moving up to her neck, back and forth down her arm. My knuckles lightly graced the side of her breast as I stroked her arm, feeling delightfully warm and soft skin through the cutouts in the side of her dress. Also impossible for her not to notice, she gave a small 'hmmm' as I moved my hands on her arm.
At the end of the show we left to the restaurant.
"Sorry, boss," Tess called from the front, "but there's traffic all through downtown. Friday night usual. We'll be at the restaurant in about 25 minutes."
Tess rolled the separating window back up.
"Well," I said to Alina, "I suppose we can sample the mini-bar if you'd like."
Alina smiled as I looked at the various tiny bottles. "You don't have to buy me a drink in order to kiss me," she said.
I played it very cool, only dropping one of the bottles on the floor. "No, but it certainly won't hurt my chances," I retorted. She grabbed me and guided me back next to her. We leaned close and she kissed me with those amazingly full and soft lips.
She kissed again me again, this time with tongue and I was please to find she was very playful. Our hands also started roaming around, mostly on our legs. She ran her hand over my clothed member a few times, and I slid my hand between her legs, feeling the heat from her sex through her panties.
We broke our kiss for some air. She had a smirk on her lips as she spoke.
"I have an idea on how we can spend the ride to the restaurant," she said.
"What a coincidence, so do I," I said, also smirking.
She pecked me again. "What was your idea?"she asked.
"Well," I started, "if I might be so bold, I am very curious if your sex is as soft and sweet as your lips."
I kissed her again, softly. "And I would very much like to taste you so I can satisfy that curiosity."
She kissed me back hard, our tongues playing with each other for a few moments. When we parted, Alina had a large smile on her lips.
"Oh, I like your idea much better." She kissed me again a bit more gently as I felt her part her legs.
My hand explored further up her legs, stroking the front of her panties as she slid down the seat slightly to allow me access. I broke our kiss but continued to plant kissed and playful licks along her neck and collar bone.
Kneeling on the floorboard in front of her, Alina spread her legs slowly. She lifted one leg up and traced a line with her heeled foot up my chest and put her foot over my shoulder. From my angle I saw she was wearing black mesh panties.
Planting kisses starting on her ankle and moving up, I slowly made my way up her leg, along the inside of her thigh. She spread her legs open further and as I got within inches of her panties, I could smell the sweetness of her scent. I moved my lips over her panties, breathing on her as I went over her crotch.
I pulled her panties to the side (thong as I found out) and, with no warning to her, ran my tongue from her opening to her clit in one long firm stroke.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh that feel amazing," Alina moaned.
I ran a few more licks from top to bottom and started nibbling on her clit. I probed her gently with my fingers, easily stroking in and out of her. She was very wet already, so I went deeper until I was up to my knuckles.
"Oh, that is perfect," she moaned. "Turn your fingers around; my g-spot is right there. And keep nibbling me. Suck on my clit and you'll make me cum quickly."
She pressed her hands on the back of my head, encouraging me to keep going. I moved my fingers as directed and applied more pressure to my tongue on her clit.
"Ohhhhh, yes, right there, yessssss, just like that," she panted. I increased the pace of my fingers, rubbing the spot indicated and sucked as hard as I dared on her clit. The affect was amazing and quick. I kept my pace fast and steady and within a few minutes she was bucking her hips against my face.
"Oh, fuck yes, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhh, don't stop, right there, fuck, fuck, oooooooh," she kept panting quickly, trying to stay quiet. She suddenly went rigid for a moment and then yelled "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH", throwing her head back in the seat. I felt her pussy contract around my fingers as she came hard. Her hands were nearly crushing my face into her pussy, but I didn't mind as I could still breath. After a few moments her hands relaxed. I, however, wasn't quite done.
I started my fingers moving again, this time starting fast and keeping it fast. My tongue started flicking her clit hard as I grabbed it gently between my teeth.
"OH MY FUCKING," she yelped in surprise, "WAIT WAIT, OHHHHHH FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" she yelled again, louder than before. I felt her orgasm again, but not quite as powerful as the first one.r"
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