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Our favorite erotic wordsmith is back with another thrilling saga. Enjoy XXXBlackBook member moommagiclady’s first installment of this new sexy series.

Hometown Vacation Part 1
By MoonmagicLady

I lay my book of Hafiv’s poetry down on the tablecloth beside me and gaze out the window, enjoying the serenity of the golf course the clubhouse overlooks.  Smiling and taking a sip of my Chianti, I lean back and relax.  I was back in Augusta for two weeks, and tonight was the only night I wasn’t planning to go out and party pretty hard with some friends of mine. I had planned for the first week of my vacation to overlap with the Master’s golf tournament, which was a huge party week in this town.

Although I had grown up here, and hit the clubs plenty myself, I had almost always worked through this week and it was my plan to make up for it this year.  A friend of mine who lived in a private community loves to get out of town for that week, so we had traded house keys and kisses in LA when our flights crossed, taking her to Hawaii and me to Augusta.

I was having a good time so far, but was glad to take a night just for myself.  I had gone to the country club for a light dinner and drinks, then I planned on returning to the house and a hot bath filled with candlelight and scented oils.  I had gone out last night with some old friends of mine, dinner and the clubs, and ended up fighting off the same male wolves I had fought off for the years I lived here.  Some places don’t change very much, and despite its size, Augusta is one of them.  So, although glad to see my friends, I was enjoying my night of solitude.

Using my laptop, I had logged into my favorite chat room that morning, noticed one of my friends was online, but once again not in the actual chat room.  Idly now, as I sipped my wine, I wondered what was going on with him and sent some good thoughts in that direction with a dreamy smile drifting across my face.

Turning to look for my waiter, and just as importantly, my next glass of wine, I caught sight of a familiar face across the room.  Thank goodness I wasn’t holding my drink already, because I would have dropped it on the floor.  What the HELL was he doing here?

There was my friend from online, unless I was hallucinating, across the country club, smoking cigars and drinking scotch with a few other guys.  Before I even have a chance to process the whole concept of us being in the same state, let alone same room, he looks around and frowns as if feeling my disbelieving gaze upon him.  A split second later he sees me, and gets a shocked look himself.  He recovers faster than I do though, and a huge grin immediately crosses his face.

He leans in and speaks to his tablemates for a moment… a few mildly curious gazes turn in my direction. He pushes his chair back and strolls between the diners to my table.  I feel like a teenager with a crush, and my heart beats faster and faster as he gets closer.  He reaches my table and doesn’t hesitate a moment.  Leaning in, he kisses me lightly on the cheek, grins (that DAMN devilish mischevious grin) and asks if he can join me at my table.  Inhaling when he kisses me, I can smell the scent of the cigar he was smoking, and underneath that, the scent of him.

My blood races and I  can I feel myself grow moist between my thighs, flashes of shared fantasy crossing my racing thoughts as he idly picks up the book I am reading to see what it is.  He reads the spine, rubs it softly with his thumb and smiles, and looks at me expectantly… of course I invite him to join me, and of course he does.

We casually discuss how we both ended up here this particular week, (Duh Moon, what else motivates people to visit here besides golf… nothing) as his fingers lightly caress my thigh under the table.  Without warning or waiting for a hint about whether I am as wild in real life as I portray online, his hand slides higher, and I silently thank the country club for having long white tablecloths and candlelight in the evenings. I flush and squirm slightly under his touch as his finger runs down that line between thigh and hip, but I can’t bring myself to push him away.  I can’t deny even to myself that I am already aroused, and his confident control of my body and its needs only serves to arouse me more.

I had worn only a short white tennis skirt and light matching tank top with a black sweater thrown over the top tonight, knowing I would only be running out only for dinner before returning to the house.  Of course, as always, I wasn’t wearing any panties, as he would well know from our multitude of chats online.  His finger slides between my wet and very swollen pussy lips causing me to part my lips and pant lightly.  He uses just the tip, enough to get an idea of how hot and wet I am, before he pulls it out and chuckles softly.

Looking at me across the table, he leans back in his chair and smiles thoughtfully.  He asks me where I am staying, and I give him the address – it’s only a couple streets over from the house he and his friends have rented for the week.  He smiles, excuses himself for a moment, and returns to speak to his friends.  I hear male laughter as this time more heads turn to look at me.  Instead of blushing this time though, I sip my wine and send a wicked smile in the group’s direction.

Returning to my table, he notices my flirting and fights between laughter and a glare.  He settles on calling me a “disrespectful bitch” when he returns to the table, but with a smile trying to fight its way out.  I immediately return my full attention to him, taking time now to savor looking him up and down, letting myself enjoy the knowledge that we are in the same place, taking a moment to wonder with a shiver what might happen next.  I meet his eyes and lick my lips slowly, then drop my gaze lower.  Returning my eyes to his face, I give a sassy smirk and reply that “respect should be earned.”

He laughs out loud and suggests we head back to one of our houses for drinks and discussion, on such topics as earning respect.  I slide off of my chair and slip my arm into his.  My tan legs look long and toned under the short skirt, and I smile widely as I realize that he is delibrately leading us past his friends table, as we pass, I turn back and stick my tongue out at the guys, making sure to bounce just a little more with my walk to tease them with the possibility of a flash of my nice round ass.

Yoga has lots of benefits and my high sex drive and flexibility during sex are some I enjoy the most, but guys seem to appreciate the tight muscles it leaves without losing my feminine curves.  Lately adding belly-dance into my routine seems to have emphasized those curves even more.  I wear lots of hip-slung clothes when I’m home, simply because I’m vain and like to show off how my hips curve out from my waist.

Outside the club, we walk to the truck I’ve rented, just a basic little black Ranger, but I had insisted on the darkest window tint possible from the rental place.  I toss him the keys, (I won’t drive with a man in the car if it is avoidable) and get in, crossing my legs and letting the skirt climb higher on my legs.  As soon as we have gotten into the truck, I shamelessly sling my left leg over the driver seat and spread my legs for him to watch as I played with myself.  My legs wide apart, I rub my finger in small circles over my clit, lolling my head back and caressing my breasts with the other hand.  I yank my head up in shock as he slaps my hand away from my clit, but my hips thrust forward in my body’s acknowledgment of his dominance.

Using a tight grip in my thick auburn hair, he drags me across his lap and pulls my skirt up with a growl.  I whimper a little as my breasts are drug over the console, but am immediately distracted by his next action.  His hand lands hard across my ass as I squirm trying to get away.

In a low voice he commands me to repeat that “I should not act like a whore in my home town” every time he strikes me.  His hand falls against my skin over and over and I squirm and wiggle in vain. Soon he tires of hearing the same thing and has me use new words, slut, whore, tramp, skank, tease… other words.  Over and over again I frantically repeat my promise to behave, until finally, ass flaming red and tender, he allows me to return to my seat.

I wiggle for a moment against the cool leather, savoring the contrast of it against my hot skin, and he smirks then helpfully points out that only a slut would enjoy all this.  Embarassed, I hope that no one has seen us in the parking lot as he starts the car and we pull out into the road.  He commands for me to go back to masturbating, but I’m only allowed to finger myself not rub my clit or touch my breasts.  He checks to see if I am obeying (I am), then snarls out loud as the GPS system announces he has missed his turn when he gets distracted watching me slide two fingers deep in me.

I thrust two fingers up inside of me, then pull them out and offer him a taste of my sweet stickiness.  He licks my juices off my fingertips, and then thrusts his own fingers inside me, bringing them up to my face and smearing my own wetness across my lips, giving me something to lick in turn.  My lips slide past his knuckles and my tongue swirls around them, giving him a preview of the next activity I’m hoping for.  I moved to lie across the seats and began to lick him though his slacks, running my hand across his firmness pressing hard against his pants.

He pulls his swollen cock out and I immediately dive in and slide my mouth all the way down until my lips are wrapped tight around the base, his skin is hot in my mouth and soft against my lips.  I gag slightly from reflex, but hold my mouth there for a moment before sliding back up.  I repeat this again, but then do nothing but suck lightly on the head for a few moments.  Growling in impatience, he pushes my head down and his hips rise up to meet me.  I suck hard, tongue pressed against his erection while my mouth again swallows him deep.  I slide my other hand over to lightly hold and caress his nuts while I deep throat him over and over, becoming lightheaded at the pure pleasure this is giving me.

Pulling into the driveway, his hand slides under me to pinch my nipple, causing me to make small helpless hungry noises around the cock buried in my throat.  I try to lift my head, but he pushes down on me firmly.  His hands buried in my hair, he holds my head for the exact angle he wants.  I gag slightly, breathe deep and struggle to push him even further into my throat.  I am so hot and horny right now, I want to throw all modesty out the window and climb into his lap right here in the driveway, but then he is spurting and pouring hot jism down my throat.  I swallow every drop hungrily, just a cum-hungry whore, then lick my way to the head of his cock, licking off that final sweet drop of cum before licking my lips.

My head spinning, he pulls me off of him by my hair and kisses me hard.  Running a hand through my tousled hair, I slide out of the truck and head to go punch the code in for the house alarm.  I open the door as he comes up behind me, unexpectedly scooping me up in his arms to carry me into the house.  He practically drops me on the couch, turns to close the door, and snarls at me to get my clothes off…