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Claudia
by Darla Mooney

Claudia was curious. She'd just begun a new job, and she'd met this guy, Michael. He was totally unlike anyone she'd ever met, and he made her feel sexy, beautiful and smart just by looking at her.

Claudia was a tiny woman; when she wore high heels, she came to about 5'3." She looked like a china doll; her hair was a very pale blonde, and her eyes were a deep cornflower blue. The look of total innocence had served her well over the years, but the image was, in actuality, far from the truth. Claudia was not promiscuous, but she had a healthy sexual drive, and liked to indulge her needs. Therein lay the trouble; her needs were screaming at her that Michael could indulge them quite nicely. Claudia had always been attracted to athletic preppie-type men. Michael was definitely athletic, but the thing that had Claudia so curious (and a little bit scared) was that Michael was black. She'd never gone out with a black man before, or even been attracted to someone of another color.

She sat down at her dressing table and thought about the way Michael made her feel. She only had to glance over at him, and see his devastating smile, for the butterflies to start churning in her tummy. There was a strong physical attraction between the two of them, and she found herself wondering if his entire body was as smooth as she imagined it to be. She closed her eyes and pictured his chest in her mind. She envisioned chiseled pectoral muscles, with tight nipples and little hair to mar the perfect expanse of chocolate brown skin. She imagined her fingertips running lightly over the surface while he sucked in his breath and shivered. God, she was getting turned on just thinking about what he might look like without his tailored Armani suit draped so casually over his well taken-care of body.

Claudia shook her head and snapped out of her semi-erotic daydream, and hurried to get dressed for work. She made it to the office with five minutes to spare, and settled down to business. She was elbow deep in an expense report when she realized she was being watched. She cautiously lifted her head, and there in the doorway stood Michael. He smiled when she caught his eye, and he moved into the room. Michael was impeccably dressed as always, and he wore his clothes well. She liked the way he walked, and watched him with an appreciative glance. She wondered if he'd ever considered modeling as a career, then laughed inwardly at her train of thought. She was nervous.

Michael seemed a bit nervous too. He stood in front of her desk and made chit chat for several minutes before finally coming out and saying, "You know, the company dinner is this weekend, and I was wondering if you're going." He idly played with his pen while he waited for her answer, and grinned when she nodded. "I don't mean to be nosy, but do you have a date? I know you haven't been here very long, and I thought I'd offer to be your escort."

'Oh God,' she thought, 'what do I do now?' Her heart was thudding. Until this moment, everything had been a never-to-come-true fantasy. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She closed it with a snap and blushed furiously.

His smile faded. "Never mind, just thought I'd offer." He turned to walk out, and Claudia finally found her voice.

"Michael....wait. I'm really sorry, I'd love to. It's just that I was taken completely by surprise!" She laid her hand on his forearm and smiled softly. It struck her then what a complete contrast they made; she so tiny and fair, and he tall, broad shouldered and dark. He searched her eyes for a moment, then the smile came back full force on his handsome face.

"Okay, great! Do you want to just meet there, or should I pick you up?" She laughed at the boyish look on his face and turned to write her phone number and address on a sticky note.

"Why don't you just pick me up?"

"Sure, I'll give you a call tomorrow, and we can work out the details." Michael smiled once more, then turned to leave.

The rest of the week passed slowly, and Claudia let her mind roam freely about possible scenarios in which she and Michael might find themselves. One particularly satisfying fantasy had her slipping beneath the tablecloth and taking him into her mouth as he sat listening to the scheduled speaker, not allowing him to push her away or stop her from making him cum. She envisioned his big hands curled into fists on his thighs as she sucked and licked his cock. She could almost see the pink under his fingernails contrast with the darker skin of his fingers as he clenched his fists, her mouth teasing him and her teeth nibbling lightly on the smooth tip.

Another fantasy had them sneaking away from the party to the hotel Jacuzzi, and skinny-dipping out in the open where anybody could stumble across them as they made slow easy love in the rippling water. They would each undress slowly, watching the other out of the corner of their eyes. She would see the way his slacks contoured the firm curve of his butt, and she would stop for a moment and stare unselfconsciously as he drew them down his legs. In her fantasy his cock was large, thick, well shaped, and at that moment, it would be semi-hard. She dreamed of him watching her just as closely when she pulled her dress over her head and let her medium sized breasts bounce freely. She'd be wearing thigh-high stockings and barely-there lace panties. She'd pretend to hesitate before peeling her undergarments from her compact body, but would in reality be highly excited by her striptease. Next, they'd slip into the hot water and talk a bit. Eventually, he'd pull her close and start kissing her gently, his hands moving to her waist then sliding upward to cup her breasts in his palms. Her mouth would open beneath his, and their tongues would explore and play.

Claudia felt her pussy getting wet. She got up from the desk, closed her office door, making sure to lock it before sliding a hand under her dress and into her damp panties. She lightly circled her clit, brushing the pad of her thumb over the tiny head. Soon her legs began to stiffen, and she pushed back against her chair, gasping as she came. Then her body cooled and relaxed from the grip of orgasm. She had just rearranged her clothing when she heard a knock at her door. She walked to the door on shaky legs and admitted her secretary who gave her a concerned glance and asked if she was all right.

"Um, yeah, Denise. I just needed to finish something, and I didn't want to be disturbed." She fought to keep the blush from staining her cheeks, and thought she pulled it off rather successfully. She wondered if Denise could smell the scent of sex in the air, but Denise just smiled and walked away.

The company dinner was always held at an expensive hotel an hour's drive away, and the company picked up the tab for any of its employees who decided to stay the night. Claudia was given a private room instead of the usual two-to-a-room arrangement. She knew Michael was staying as well, but he was sharing with another single man from accounts receivable.

Because this was the first time she'd been to the seaside hotel, Claudia left early so she could do some sightseeing and maybe a bit of shopping. She arrived in the early afternoon, and spent a very pleasurable three or four hours in the tiny shops and cafes that lined the streets. She spent a considerable amount of time in a little lingerie store, fingering the delectable hand sewn pieces. The prices were outrageous, but Claudia appreciated the quality and uniqueness of a soft emerald green teddy, and willingly parted with a day's salary to own one of the incredible creations.

She prepared carefully for the evening, choosing a full length body hugging velvet dress, in a shade of green so dark, it almost appeared black. The front had a sweetheart neckline that dipped just far enough down to hint at the soft curves beneath. The back plunged low on her hips, framing the cascade of ash blonde curls that tumbled down her back. She sprayed a liberal amount of Anne Klein down her cleavage and over her neck and wrists. She really didn't need to wear much more than mascara and a light dusting of blush. She smoothed a soft pink lipstick over her full lips and stood back to look at her reflection in the full length mirror. She added a simple gold locket and tiny gold studs, and she was ready. She took a deep breath and lit a cigarette with slightly shaky fingers while she waited for Michael's knock.

When the knock came, she'd relaxed a bit and was sipping on a glass of white wine. She opened the door to find him standing there with a single red rose in a delicate vase. He looked devastatingly handsome in his tailored tuxedo, and his white teeth flashed in a perfect smile.

"You look wonderful Claudia," he murmured softly.

Claudia blushed softly. He offered his arm, and they went down to dinner.

The company provided the best of everything, and they dinned on their choice of seafood, steak, or a wonderfully tender chicken breast that rested on a bed of seasoned rice. The alcohol flowed freely, and the night passed in light hearted conversation, dancing, and a short awards presentation. Michael's eyes were constantly drawn to Claudia as she sat laughing and chatting. Her blue eyes sparkled with wit and intelligence as she teased and joined a lively debate. Every once in a while, she'd turn toward Michael, and their eyes would hold for a seeming eternity before one or the other would break the connection and once again turn toward their companions.

When the dancing began, Claudia was very conscious of the way Michael held her, his hands low on her hips while his thighs brushed tantalizingly close to hers. She inhaled deeply his cologne, knowing that she would remember this moment for quite some time. When the song ended, she knew he'd gone from being fantasy lover to someone real, someone she longed for.

Claudia and Michael became aware that they were the only people on the dance floor, so they quickly returned to their seats. They sat close, knees brushing together whenever either moved an inch. Several times, their eyes met then skittered away so as not to linger too long. The other people at the table seemed to fade into nothingness as the evening progressed, and Claudia found it a chore to keep up with the myriad conversations going on around her. Finally, she felt Michael hand on her thigh, warm, soft, and exciting. She turned to look at him, and saw the desire swimming just beyond the surface of his eyes. Her body responded instantly to the look, and she caught her breath as his hand slid up an inch and he began gently kneading her supple skin. He bent close and whispered, "Let's get out of here."

Claudia nodded and stood gracefully, her cheeks full of color as she made her excuses. "Good night everyone, I'll see you all tomorrow." Michael stood as well, and murmuring "Good night," led her from the room. She knew there would be talk, but, at that moment, she couldn't have cared less.

The elevator doors closed silently, and they stopped at her floor. They walked quietly, quickly, to her room, neither willing to break the spell that held them firmly in its grip. At the door, he took the key from her and unlocked the door. No sooner had she flicked on the light switch than his arms reached for her, pulling her gently against his hard, excited body. Claudia knew at once just how much restraint he'd shown on the journey to her room by the insistent pressure of his manhood on her belly. His mouth was soft, yet demanding, and his lips moved at a leisurely pace, exploring every inch of hers.

She slowly became aware that her dress was in a puddle at her feet. Michael had somehow managed to unzip it without her being aware he had done so. She stood before him in her incredible emerald green teddy, stockings, high heels, and nothing else. Her heart was fluttering wildly, and Michael bent his head to kiss the spot on her neck where her pulse beat with a visible throb. She knew she was lost when his mouth settled warm and wet on her skin, sucking gently at the tender flesh. His hands went into the thick mane of tawny hair and began searching for the strategically placed pins that held it away from her face, and pulled them out one by one until it was a wild mass of curls cascading over his fingers and her shoulders. Then he reached beneath her and lifted her off her feet as though she weighed no more than a child, and carried her into the bedroom. He laid her gently on the bed and stood back, his eyes traveling greedily over every inch of her exposed body.

Claudia felt her nipples tighten and lengthen. She was quivering with desire as she watched him remove his jacket, then his shirt, finally revealing the smooth chest she had envisioned in her fantasies. She thrilled to the ripple of well defined muscles as he moved. Her eyes watched every flex, every movement as he kicked off his shoes then unbuckled his belt. She gasped as he pulled off his pants, leaving his cock hard, full, and standing away from his body. He was much bigger than she thought he would be, and her first thought was, "How on earth am I going to be able to take all that?" He stood still for a moment, letting her look long and hard at his fully exposed body, her eyes lingering on his engorged cock.

Michael knelt on the bed next to her, his body warm, hard and smooth against her. He started kissing her once again, taking his time, letting her relax and open to him. His fingers slid light as a feather over her skin, lingering on the swells of her breasts, but away from her nipples. His hand felt warm through the fine material of the teddy, and Claudia knew that he was taking things slowly because of her reaction to the size of his cock. Soon, her mind was empty of everything except the way he was making her feel.

Michael fingers deftly undid the lace ties that held the teddy together, exposing the deep valley between her breasts. His tongue drew a trail of fire up her skin as he licked gently on the lower swell of her left breast. His hands never ceased their gentle explorations of her body, dipping into the concavity of her tummy, then over the ridge of her rib cage, always gently, always softly. When his tongue finally flicked softly over her nipple, she cried out in pleasure. He'd been teasing her unmercifully, and the relief made her shudder with joy. His mouth was hot and wet as it closed over her rigid flesh, she felt his suction as he pulled and nibbled. Her hands went to his head, fingers digging into the short thickness. She was startled for a moment at just how soft the hair was beneath her fingertips, but once again, she gave herself up to the pleasure.

Then she opened her eyes and saw with surprise how pale her body looked next to his. Her skin was always fair, but the contrast of their tones made her skin look alabaster. The deep chocolate of his skin was almost gleaming in the dim light, and she thought she'd never seen skin so beautiful before.

Claudia closed her eyes again as his mouth traveled over every inch of her upper torso, stopping here and there to lick or suck softly on her perfumed skin, finally moving downward to her moist center. She felt the snaps on her teddy loosen, then be pulled back and away. He didn't touch her, and she opened her eyes to find him leaning back on his knees, his face mere inches from the wet V between her legs. He took his time in studying the way her pubic hair curled into little tufts where the moisture was the heaviest, the way her lower lips puffed with excitement. She knew he could smell her womanly scent, and this only made her more stimulated than ever. A lifetime later, he lowered his head, and his mouth made contact with her trembling pussy. Immediately, seemingly without her consent or knowledge, her body rose up to meet his hungry lips. Her back arched off the bed, and her fingers clutched feverishly at the bedspread.

She felt his fingers pull her pussy lips open to give him better access to the folds and crevices of her womanhood. He took his time, and his tongue was soft and wet on her slit, lapping gently at the surfeit of moisture he found. Claudia was writhing and moaning on the surface of the bed, not knowing what was expected of her, but just allowing herself to enjoy his touch. She felt him pushing his tongue into the tight entrance of her pussy, and begin a slow in and out motion. She'd been tongue-fucked before, but never like this, never with such a slow and easy enjoyment of the act itself. Michael thumb moved to her clit, brushing the tender nub with the pad of his thumb, the whole while steadily moving his tongue in and out of her sopping wet hole.

"Michael, come kiss me, please?" Claudia's voice was husky with desire, and almost unrecognizable to her own ears, she sounded sexy and desperately turned on. Michael smoothed a hand down her side, and over a rounded hip, his fingernails scratching lightly over her creamy skin. Finally, he moved up her body, his tight nipples brushing the skin of her thighs, her belly and at last pressing into the soft skin of her breasts, branding her with their heat. His mouth hovered over hers for an instant, then their mouths were seared together, tongues plunging into mouths, lips sucking, teeth tugging. Claudia never felt anything like that kiss before in her life, and she fell deeper into the vortex of spinning emotions and a rising tidal wave of desire.

She felt his knee nudging between her legs, and pulled them wide to give him the access he so desperately needed. His cock was hot on the inner skin of her thighs as he brought it to rest at the entrance of her sex. He looked into her eyes and saw the lingering fear, that he was too big, she too small. He pushed his hips forward an inch, and felt her warm heat envelope the head of his cock, almost kissing it with her inner lips. Her tiny body was aflame with need as he gently drove deeper, sinking a further into her slippery depths.

He held himself immobile with just the first two inches resting warmly inside her. He let her body take the time to adjust to his size. When the rigidity leave her body, he pushed himself forward. Claudia's tight inner muscles gripped, then released his thick shaft as she stretched to accommodate him. When he was about half-way inside of her, he stopped once more. Claudia was whimpering, strictly in pleasure, not pain. Michael began to pump back and forth inside the constricting walls of her pussy, making sure not to push too deep, too soon. He looked at Claudia face and caught the pure wantonness that shone out from her eyes. "Fuck me, Michael." Her voice was rich with desire and something else, a sense of power, that she was bringing exquisite gratification to him with every inch he sank into her.

"Oh God, Claudia, you are so fucking beautiful." The words were almost ripped from his throat as he thrust himself all the way into her welcoming body. Their bodies were joined completely, his pubic hair tangling into hers, his balls nestling in the crack of her ass. She shuddered.

They stayed like that for a long time before Claudia began to rock her hips forward and back, Michael still embedded deep within her. Then her hands were everywhere, running over the dark brown skin of his chest, brushing against his hard nipples, running over the ridges of his incredible musculature, bring a shiver to his entire body. It seemed as though she was determined to touch every part of him, her legs going around his hips and heels digging solidly into his ass. Suddenly, she wanted to see his cock as it disappeared into her pussy. She wanted to watch her body stretched tight around his shaft, the inner lips clinging wetly to the veined column as it levered in and out of her oh-so-wet pussy.

Michael started moving within her, slow easy strokes that left her gasping as he pulled almost all the way out of her before sinking deep once more. Her body was getting accustomed to his size, the walls caressing him tightly with every stroke he made. Each of his forward thrusts entered her fully, hitting a solid wall of muscle at the end of its journey before he pulled back and again sank as deep as possible in her tiny frame.

Soon, they moved together like old lovers, anticipating each other's moves and pushing themselves to make the other pleasure even greater. Claudia rose to meet his every thrust, and ground her clit against his pubic hair each time he came to rest planted deeply inside of her. Claudia realized that they weren't having sex, they were making love, and a single tear rolled hotly down her cheek.

Michael saw the tear, and bent to kiss it away, never stopping the rhythmic stroking of his cock inside the velvet sheath of her body. Her arms went around his neck and she kissed her way down from his jaw to the taut skin of his neck, her lips pulling on his skin and sucking lightly. He reached underneath her back and rolled, pulling her on top of him. He was still thrusting upward, filling her, stretching her. Claudia, her breasts swollen and full above his face, now felt him go even deeper into her. She gasped with intense pleasure as the head of his cock pushed against her cervix. Her hands were splayed out on his chest for balance and she rocked back and forward, grinding herself on his pubic bone. Michael's hands gripped her hips and he lifted her up several inches before pulling her back down on top of him.

The sensations were too much for her to bear, and she felt her body gather in on itself in preparation for the climax she had felt building for some time. His cock was sliding back and forth, consistently hitting the one spot that made her scream with fulfillment. Her whole body tightened on top of him, and Michael whispered "Yes, yes baby, come for me!" The muscles in Claudia neck stretched tight as she felt wave after wave of passion flood her. Finally, she simply exploded. Her shrieks rose from the bed into the dark room like the sound of a gale force wind, building in intensity until she was spent. Michael watched her in awe as she twitched and writhed on top of him, his heart pounding and his groin tightening as his own orgasm reared up and gripped him in its tenacious grasp. He slammed himself upward to expel his seed deep inside her as she was even still convulsively gripping his cock in the dark tight recess of her body.

She felt the heat of his orgasm splash against the walls of her pussy, and heard his tortured groan. Her pussy was spasmodically milking his cock of every drop of semen as he thrust fiercely into her. His fingers found the soft skin of her ass, and she knew she'd have bruises where he gripped her so strongly. She watched his face as he came, and felt a moment of exultation that she'd given him such obvious pleasure.

When Michael's fingers relaxed on her ass, she lay down on top of his chest, feeling his heart thundering under her cheek. His hand stroked her blonde hair gently as she caught her breath and her body recovered from the force of her climax. They lay like that for a long time, just enjoying the feel of each other body, and thinking their own thoughts. Claudia was content in a way she'd never been before. Her body was sated, and her mind marveled at how well they'd fit, in every conceivable way. A thought suddenly struck her, and she chuckled softly.

"What are you thinking about?" Michael's voice was relaxed, with a hint of amusement.

"Um, I was just wondering how we're going to explain you sneaking out of my room at." She looked at the clock and was amazed to see it was 3:20 in the morning. "Oh, shit, 3:30 in the morning."

Michael laughed softly and replied, "The same way we'll explain it when I leave at 7:30 in the morning....that its absolutely none of their business." He then turned over, reached for her once more, and the only sounds were soft sighs and gentle moans.

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