Free Story – Green-Eyed Goddess

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In everyday life she was prim, plain, and proper. But on vacation she’d turn into a bitch in heat!

Ellie and I worked for the same auditing firm for over a year before I asked her out. What attracted to me to her were her eyes—a rich aqua green, like the shallows of Caribbean waters. There seemed to be more to her than our dull jobs let her show—and I knew there was more to me than ledgers of numbers.

Our date however was disappointing. Ellie seemed even tame than at work, leaving me to think what a waste it was that her beauty and brains were repressed into such a dull shell.

Ellie sensed my feelings and was blunt enough to say so. I’d walked her to the front door to her apartment building, hoping for an invitation inside when Ellie said, “I’d have you up, but you’d only be more disappointed.”

When I started to say something, she pressed her warm fingertips to my lips. “It’s difficult for me to let go here. I have to go away.”

She paused, letting that sink in. Her sparkling green eyes seeming so wild, reflecting the wild woman who I suspected lurked beneath her placid exterior. “Someplace like Florida…”

“Miami, I suggested.

She pressed against me, her hot lips kissing me, the hint of her tongue in my mouth. “Yes, Miami,” she whispered. Then she pulled away, her fire quickly cooled, leaving me standing there in the cold January night.

We left two weeks later. And on the flight down, when the pilot announced we were over the Carolinas, Ellie went into the lavatory. Coming back down the aisle toward me, I noticed she’d taken off her sweater and was instead wearing a red-and-white striped blouse, healthily unbuttoned. And braless.

“See?” she whispered to me, climbing over my knees to her seat, “I just need to get away from home.” By the time we drove the rental car to the hotel, I was incredibly horny. We arrived with a cold spell. It was only 45 degrees. Winter hits paradise, but it didn’t cool me down.

Ellie and I got an oceanfront room on the top floor. While I unpacked, Ellie looked at the ocean: blue water turned golden by the setting sun. She opened the balcony door and stepped outside. At the railing, she turned back to face me, turquoise eyes glowing.

I watched in horny disbelief as Ellie unbuttoned her blouse all the way, slid it off her arms and let it fall by her feet. Topless now, nipples pinched by the cool air, her breasts were as beautiful as I had often fantasized them to be. Ellie caressed her tits with both hands, watching her fingers play with her nipples.

Then she was unbuttoning her pants, pushing them down over her nicely curved hips, baring her pussy and the soft pussylips. She slipped one hand between her thighs, working her fingers, then angled her hand in a way I knew meant she was pushing a finger into herself. Picture her: shoulders forward, breasts hanging, ass sticking back into the railing as her hand moved up and down into her vagina.

She wriggled her hips, an invitation emphasized by her bewitching eyes. Then turned her back to me. Bending over so that her upper body stuck out from the balcony’s edge, she was in plain view now of any one who happened to look sideways from their room.

Ellie was spreading her legs, showing me pink wetness through her bush. Two fingers on her vulva opened her up.

My hard-on became my strongest sense. Any part of my brain that would have had me hold back was overruled. I joined Ellie on the balcony, my hands on the cool flesh of her hips, massaging her skin, hungering for her. Then I moved onto her breasts, feeling their weight in my hands as Ellie hung over the railing.  So damned daring.

She sighed as I fondled her nipples, liking it when I pressed them between my fingers. Or pulled on them. She urged me to pull them harder and harder.

Shaking her head from side to side, she stretched her arms out, gripped the railing as though her wrists were tied there and surrendered her body to my lust. I looked to the balconies on either side of us. No one was there. But they could have been. Or could be at any moment I took down my pants, the excitement and arousal of Ellie overcoming the cool air, the fact that we could be seen.

The pressure inside my cock was almost unbearable from wanting her. I rubbed up and down between her buttocks, lowering my hips to come in line with her entrance. Her fingers coming back between her legs, guided my cock into her moist entrance: Urging me into her slippery depths, her pussy was a taut heat around my cock as I stroked in and out.

“Just do it!” Ellie cried urgently. “Just pump. I’m ready. I’ll come with you. Don’t hold back.”

My cock plunged in and out, loins slapping her ass, the tension of her pussy taking me toward a climax very fast. Fast. Hot. Hard. Pumping. Moaning with Ellie now. Loving the way she rotated her ass.

“God, yes!” Her hands banged the railing, vibrating it. Her head thrashed from side to side, straining to keep herself from shouting as her orgasm exploded.

I came right behind her, my cum firing strongly into her channel and then coming out to watch the successive wads of my semen squirt over her rump as I rubbed against her ass. I felt weak, head spinning from excitement when Ellie turned to me, hugging me tight, her cool bare flesh so intoxicating against me. She panted audibly, but caught her breath enough to say how great it was to be away from home.

The next morning I came awake to find Ellie sitting in a chair facing the bed, watching me. She’d pulled off the covers so that I was laying there naked. Her yellow nightgown was pulled up to her waist. Her legs were open and she was masturbating. The finger of her left hand opened her slit while the fingers of her right rubbed against her seam, concentrating on her upper folds.

She asked that I not move. All of me froze–except my cock. An eager erection hardened between my legs. Ellie worked her fingers until she was moaning and seemed ready to come. Then she stopped and jerked her hand away, holding the chair arms to keep her hands from finishing what they’d begun.

She came to me, laid on top of my body, the soft curl of her pussy against my erection. She whispered in my ear that she wanted to do something daring again. She wanted to do something where people who knew us could discover us “playing” outside.

But I could see through the opened curtains that it was not the kind of day the Florida Department of Tourism advertised. It was gray. Raining. Looking as cold as yesterday. Worse, maybe. Ellie said the weather didn’t matter for what she had in mind.

She dressed in a pair of yellow sweatpants and a pullover top. Nothing else. She had me put on shorts and a t shirt and follow her into the hallway.

The hotel hallway was about 60 yards long and carpeted with a short sandy-toned pile. Ours was one of 16 rooms on either side of the hall. An elevator was in the foyer at the far end of the floor. Our end of the building had an enclosed stairwell.

Ellie told me to stand in front of our room while she walked down the hall to the elevator and got in, the door closing behind her. Now what, I wondered.

The elevator door reopened seconds later. And there stood Ellie, her top off, hands boldly on her hips. My mind spun. Anyone could have been standing there and seen her. My mouth felt dry and my pulse was pounding with excitement as she came strutting down the hall, still topless, almost daring someone to come out of one of the other rooms and see her.

Halfway she stopped. I thought she was going to put her top back on. Instead, she untied her bottoms and pulled them down to her knees. She turned around and stuck her ass out toward me. Then jumped up, beaming with delight. Tugging her pants up while running down the hall to me, her top in her fist, breasts bouncing, she took me by the hand and headed for the stairwell.

“Isn’t this awesome?” she gasped. “God, I’m so hot!”

She was, too. Literally. Her skin felt like she’d been sunbathing in sweltering heat. She took me into the stairwell, the door closing heavily behind us, echoing. We were alone now in the concrete enclosure: cement-block walls andiron railing lit by dim yellow bulbs in overhead safety fixtures.

Ellie threw her shirt down to the next floor, full, moist lips then firmly pressed onto mine, hot tongue pushing into my mouth. Our kiss was very wet, noisy with arousal. Her hands opened my shorts, took out my cock and stroked me. “You want a blowjob?” she asked hotly. “Want me to suck you off?” She yanked on my prick, being a little rough.

I grabbed her tits, saying, “Yeah, yeah!” Then I pressed on her shoulders, to make her get down on her knees. Then wrapping my hands with her hair, I pulled her mouth over my cock.

Her tongue was thickly wet with hot saliva. Her fingertips were on my balls, pressing erotically, just hard enough. She moaned as she sucked me. Taking one hand from my testicles, she fingered herself much as she had been when I’d awakened less than half an hour ago.

Now my cock was rigid in her mouth. I watched as Elle’s mouth worked back and forth on my shaft, leaving saliva to drip off my length, falling down onto her breasts, making them shine with streaks of her own oral liquids.

Ellie’s green eyes were closed now. She breathed heavily through her nose, mouth kept firm around my cock. Her hand began pumping more violently between her legs and more excited gasps were coming from her throat now.

Ellie was beginning to come before me. She took her mouth from my cock, gripping me with a saliva­ slickened hand instead as she cried out in ecstasy. She aimed my cock for her tits, continuing to stroke with her hot hand. She shook her breasts slightly, making them move, showing me their weight and her nipples taut from arousal. And with her head tilted back, throat extended, looking so vulnerable, the sight of my cum shooting all over her made it all even better.

Wads of thick semen landed  on her tits, running slickly over her soft flesh, leaving an oiled-like gloss on her body as the semen ran down to her belly. She kept her eyes closed until she felt my spent dick beginning to slacken. Then she looked at me and her eyes seemed a richer hue of green then I’d ever seen.

Over that long weekend, the sun never came out. The rain only stopped long enough to call in more clouds. But it didn’t matter to Ellie and me, for away from the habit and routine of home, we found a new daring, a great way to release some harmless, repressed desires.

Of course, once we returned home, untanned, no one at the office could understand how we’d had such a fantastic time. And now sometimes, behind the closed curtains of our respective apartments, Ellie and I continue to find some of the escape we both yearn to enjoy together.