See if it fits...

Elisabeth Ch. 2

After work, I went home, thinking about my upcoming date with Elisabeth, and decided to sleep a little before meeting her at 11 PM.

I was wondering where our date would lead, because I knew she was married to that bald fat guy, who was watching us very closely when she tried scuba for the first time with me. Doesn't matter. Elisabeth decides what happens, I thought.

My alarm clock went off, I showered, ate something, and took a cab to the resort. I was a bit early, but you do not want to let somebody else's married woman wait, do you?

On the other side of the resort entrance, across the street, there was like a long concrete construct, which looked like two long stadium benches. I sat there, the resort guard ignoring me at his little guardhouse, and I minded my own business. I was wearing a sleeveless white t-shirt and my favorite white linen summer pants, with brown sandals, as usual.

There she was approaching me through the resort gates.

Smiling at me, happy to see me, she said hi, gave me a kiss on one cheek, and sat on the concrete next to me. This was a very neutral kiss; however, it meant a lot to both of us. She was able to show affection, even if it was harmless, and was able to touch me, plus check if I smelled good, which I did. I had the same luck of being able to smell her, and she smelled delicious and very feminine, and I got my first touch of her lips on my skin.

"I wasn't sure if you would show up," Elisabeth said.

"Of course. A date is a date." I answered, "This is a date, right?" Or is it a business meeting?" I teased her.

"We will see..." she answered teasingly, smiling at me.

Elisabeth was wearing a white top with short sleeves and buttons, a V-neck, and a short, but not too short, plaid skirt in a light brown Burberry check print. To finish the look, she wore light brown plateau wedges, matching her outfit. A smart look, but still Caribbean.

The top was a bit tight around her beautiful breasts, looking sexy but certainly not slutty.

"So how did you like our diving so far?" I started the conversation.

"Great," she answered eagerly. "I am very thankful for the time you took with me."

"Excellent—I am happy to hear that. "I said to her, so how many days are you still staying at the resort? Because, as you know, you should have at least 12 hours of no diving before you fly."

"We still have five full days here, so I will harass you at least another ten times." She smiled.

Was that a flirty look? I thought. Maybe. Let's test it...

"Oh, you are welcome to harass me day and night, girl." I teased her.

"Are you sure you can stand me harassing you so often?" she asked, her eyes teasing me now.

"Maybe I like being harassed by you, Elisabeth..." I whispered. "Often..."

Did I just see a little chill there? Perhaps. Perhaps not. So I continued a bit more neutral; we talked about everything: life, the Caribbean, having kids or not, vacations, our opinions about certain things, my former job, what my life here looked like, if I missed back home, what her dreams in life were, how she liked it here so far, if she ever wanted to change her course in life completely or not, and if we believed in God or not, and our bond grew immensely since in the pool we only talked about basic diving stuff.

We talked and talked for hours, and suddenly it was around 2 AM. It was getting a bit chilly, and she shivered once. I told her to come sit in front of me, between my legs, with her back against me, so she wouldn't be cold. She gladly did. Boy did she smell good. Me having her hair, her head, and her body so close to me.

"You smell good," I simply said. "Very distracting, Elisabeth..." I smiled at her.

She looked up to me and smiled, saying, "We all need distraction sometimes, don't you think?"

"I agree, Elisabeth." I smiled, answering her, "And I am still distracted by your hello-kiss..."

"Would you like to get more distracted?" she asked, while looking deep into my eyes.

"Very. But only if you get distracted too..."

I bent forward and kissed her lips very gently, barely noticeable.

Heaven.

I held her head in my hands and kissed her again, offering my tongue. She willingly opened her mouth, her tongue eagerly greeting mine. We didn't know what to do, but our bodies did. I was in heaven, my senses overloaded; I didn't even take the lead; we just kissed. Well, it was more like making out as hungry teenagers. It felt like it had taken us years to reach this point, both delighted to have now that one sole connection, that one point of touching each other, giving our souls that ecstatic overload.

"Mmmmmhhhhh." Elisabeth moaned inside my mouth. She was very hungry and turned, still kissing me, the rest of her body now facing me, and sat open-legged on my lap. Now she was truly able to enjoy the nearness of my body, the heat emanating from my lap, my chest, being held in my strong arms, as a voluntary prisoner.

"Mmmhhhh," she moaned again, squirming in my lap, wanting more. Feeling my cock getting harder below her, she knew she could have something big if she wanted.

"Would you like to come to my place?" I asked her.

"I can't... I need to be back in like half an hour, maybe one hour max... I am sorry," Elisabeth apologized.

"No worries, we can fool around here, right?" I said, wanting her with my eyes.

"Yes, we can." Elisabeth answered hungrily.

"Turn around and sit again with your back to me, between my legs. "I told her.

She quickly turned around, leaning against my chest with her back again, as close as possible.

She felt my cock again, now completely erect, poking as a steel rod against her lovely butt.

She turned halfway to me and looked over her shoulder, and we kissed again. But this time, I placed my hands just under her top, flat in her stomach. Slowly, I caressed her while sliding both my hands upwards, up towards her breasts.

"Mmmmhhhh. Mmmh." She loved feeling my rough, diving hands on her soft, subtle skin, moaning again inside my mouth.

My hands bumped against her bra. I raised them, put them on it, and cupped both her breasts. I kneaded through the fabric, manipulating her and getting her to want me to do the next obvious step.

She pressed her backside hard against my crotch, begging me to go on. Confirming. Wanting. Needing.

I moved my hands over her body to her back and found the triple bra hook. "1, 2, and 3." And undone they were, Elisabeth letting out a quick "Oh" as her breasts got their freedom. My hands went back to her breasts, and I was finally touching her there raw, enjoying the warmth they radiated, holding them in my big hands, still slightly overfilling them. What a woman.

I found her nipples and whispered, "If you kiss me harder, I will grab your nipples..."

"Mmmhmhhhh. She pushed her tongue deep inside my mouth, like a wanton snake. Telling me to play with her two rock-hard, erect babies, sending straight to her married pussy that lovely burning, aching feeling, getting Elisabeth extremely turned on. Her pussy was getting wetter by the minute. A little bit more of groping, she thought, and she might cum without him even touching her down there...

I gave her nipples three quick pinches, while rolling her aureolas with my fingers, causing the same effect as a baby´s mouth does when milking, her nerves sending all kind of signals to her pussy, stimulating it towards her orgasm.

"Ah. Ah. Ah." Elisabeth cried; she had to stop kissing, being overwhelmed by the sensations her breasts were sending to her pussy, panting from pleasure.

She was very close. I knew this too.

I stopped because I wanted her pussy. "Elisabeth, take off your slip, but keep your skirt on. "I told her.

She was still a bit out of breath, her brain not focused. Only one thing was on her mind, her release. And it was postponed. She was so close.

She did as I told her, raised her skirt a bit, hooked her slip between her thumbs, and pulled it, while standing up, all the way down, stepping out of it.

"My pussy is now naked..." she whispered to me.

"Lean back and sit against my hard cock again, Elisabeth." She did.

This way, if I were to take out my hard cock, nobody would see it from the other side of the street.

"Why don't you open my pants, Elisabeth, and have a feel?"

"Oh. I will." She said, and both her hands snaked behind her back towards my zipper. She first undid the button, then hesitated and decided she wanted to touch my cock through the fabric first, before unwrapping my present for her. Both her small, slender hands sized up my cock, measuring its length and width. "Oh. That's very nice. Are there two cocks in there?"

"You like it?" I teased her.

"Very."

"Would you like to have a fit? Just to see if you can handle it?"

"Mmmhhh, yes, I want." And while saying this, she carefully opened my zipper and folded the crotch flaps to each side to have my fully erect cock in the open. Elisabeth now grabbed my cock for the first time, with nothing in between.

"Oh. So hot. So hard and yet so soft. AND BIG," she yelped.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes. Let me try it. Let me see if I can handle it. She added.

"OK, one second, Elisabeth," I answered while grabbing my pants, lifting my ass, and pulling them down halfway to my knees. I sat down again.

"Your turn, love."

"Oh." She cried softly, Let me grab that monster. "One hand grabbed my shaft and pointed it towards her while lifting herself up. Bending it a little bit more, the head touched her pussy lips.

"Oh," she squealed, "Right where I want it." Without any ceremony, she lowered her married pussy on my rod.

"Aaaah. "That's a big baby, honey. Arrrghh," she said, while lowering herself some more and sinking it deeper inside her, trying to get used to its girth. But Elisabeth was a proud woman. Once she has a goal, she will pursue it.

"Oooohhhh, you are a big boy. Oohh." Still getting used to it.

"Let me get up a little; don't go away, honey." She raised herself a little, but being lubricated as hell, didn't wait much and sank her cunt back on my cock, my cock this time going much deeper.

"Ooohhhh. YES. That's it, baby. Elisabeth cried. "Just a little bit deeper, honey." "Gasping by her efforts.

I held her by the waist and let her do the impaling part. She would know what to do. And she did.

"Little more. "Come on. Fill that juicy pussy, honey." Elisabeth cried, sinking my cock again deeper in her.

She then brutally let go and implanted my cock balls-deep all the way.

"AAAHH YESSSS BAAAAABY!" She cried.

"Now don't you move, girl," I replied. "Fitting only, we agreed on..."

"I can't. I am stuck, honey. She laughed. "Get me a repair man."

"You like being stuck on me?"

"OH YES. YOU CAN STUFF ME ALL NIGHT, BABY," Elisabeth yelled.

She still had to get used to the size of my cock, but her cunt walls were adapting already. Still tight as hell, sitting like that, the smallest move would cause an enormous friction.

Since her cunt was strongly impaled on my cock, there was nowhere she could go. I let her waist go and placed my hands under her top again, on her gorgeous breasts.

"Mhhhhhh." She moaned, "You are sooo baaaad to me," leaning towards me, French kissing me again.

What a sight. A half-covered, naked backside, with her pussy firmly stuck on my cock, my hands making her top bulge where her breasts are, and her tongue snaking inside my mouth. The sensations were enormous. Too kinky to be true.

"Don't you move, girl," I said. "Not the smallest inch."

But I wanted to play with her pussy, so I made my cock twitch two, three times inside her.

"Oh. You naughty boy." She smiled, looking at me. "Do it again."

I did. Three times.

"Ah. Ah. Ah." she reacted, "You know your pussy, don't you?" she said lustfully.

"We are merely fitting here..." I whispered in her ear. "Do you like my fitting?"

"OH. "If this is only fitting, you can fit me all night long, honey," the horny wife said.

"But I need to get going, my love... Going up and down. On your great cock." She placed both her hands on my legs so she could push herself up and started fucking me. First, not so quick, nice long and slow shoves, her pussy quickly learning how long my cock is so she could keep my babymaker inside her, just before plopping out.

Soon, I felt her body getting ready for her first orgasm, nipples tensing up, pussy contracting, and the delicious wife started fucking me quicker.

"AH. AH. AH AH. YES. YES. YES." Elisabeth cried. "UH. UH. UH. YES." fucking me as quick as she could. Getting real close now. Slamming her sucking cunt hard on my shaft.

"AAAAAAAARGGH YEEEEESSS AAAH GAAAAAAWD. She screamed, coming very hard on my cock, her orgasm a torrent flooding everything, my shaft, arching her back, shaking, her body full of bliss, tension being released throughout her entire body with contractions in her cunt, her backdoor, and vagina walls.

I held her in my arms to prevent her from losing her balance. Letting her ride her mind-blowing release, the orgasm tingling all the way down to her toes and fingertips, losing her senses for a short moment.

To be continued.