Chemistry, An Erotica Story (2 page)

They
traveled up to his floor, the twelfth, by elevator. There was a rich-looking
elderly couple with them, but that didn't stop Brock. The whole ride up he
playfully rubbed Gwen's back, his hand sliding up and down.  She smiled at him,
hoping the other couple wouldn't notice. When they got to their floor the old
gentlemen scanned Gwen's body up and down and gave a knowing wink to Brock.

They
entered Brock's room and Gwen was amazed.  It was beautiful, from the wall
fixtures to the furniture to the plush carpeting to the view of the city from
the expansive windows.  It was really swanky, nothing she could ever afford in
her wildest dreams.  It was simply breathtaking, and Gwen found herself with
her mouth hanging open, taking it all in.

"Can
I get you anything?" asked Brock, as he turned on the lights.

"Wow!
 Nice place," said Gwen, still staring at every tiny detail.  "Pretty
cool, huh?”  Brock said as he came up behind her.  He turned her around to face
him, and stared intently into her eyes.  His face drew closer to hers until it
was just inches away.  “I’m going to kiss you,” he stated softly, as his lips
found Gwen’s.  Gwen let out a sigh as she hungrily returned his kiss.  She
threw her arms around his neck as his circled her back and pulled her closer. 
Gwen thought she must be dreaming, as this was her favorite fantasy.  But this
was real!  She was actually kissing Dr. Brock Brinkman, and in his hotel room. 
Gwen thought she might faint.

As
if he sensed her lightheadedness, Brock pulled away.  He smiled at Gwen.  “I'm
going to jump in the shower.  Do you mind?" asked Brock, nonchalantly.

“No,
that’s fine,” she replied.  Gwen was caught off-guard by Brock, who wanted to
take a shower while she waited.  Normally, she would consider that rude, but
since it was him, it seemed to be okay.  Actually, better than okay, since she
now thought of him wet and naked.  She blushed at the thought.

"Go
ahead. I'll join you in just a minute," replied Gwen, only half kidding.

 She
heard the shower turn on as the butterflies started to flutter in her stomach.  Gwen
started debating with herself if she should barge into the bathroom, strip off
her clothes, and join Brock in the shower.  In the end she chickened out, her
nerves getting the best of her.  Instead, she waited patiently for Brock to
finish.

After
a couple of minutes he emerged from the bathroom, wearing a hotel bathrobe.  It
was a plush, navy blue robe that hung just above his knees. Gwen wondered if he
was wearing anything underneath it, as he walked over to her.

“Nice
and clean,” commented Brock, flashing that delicious smile of his once again.

Gwen
stood just inches from him and could smell the softly perfumed soap he used in
the shower.  His body smelled fresh and clean, making it almost intoxicating.
By this time Gwen was starting to think that Brock’s scent was getting her
drunker than the wine she had earlier at dinner.

“Ever
kiss a man in a bathrobe before?” asked Brock boldly, hovering over Gwen by a
good eight inches.

“No.
I can’t say I have,” she smiled back at him innocently, butterflies working overtime
in her stomach.

Brock
scooped up Gwen, cradling her in his arms.  He gave her a deep, longing kiss
before dropping her young body on the bed.  Gwen gave a few bounces before
spreading herself out on Brock's bed. She lay there, spread-eagle and waiting
for her older lover.  Brock stood there looking at her for a moment, noticing
how beautiful she appeared.

 "Wow!
You look good enough to eat," Brock said in his silky voice with a huge,
devilish grin.

"Thank
you," she replied, smiling back at Brock.  She could not believe her
fantasies were about to come true.  She’d dreamed of having Brock for a lover,
and now it was actually happening. 

Brock
grabbed Gwen’s pants by the waistband and gave them a sudden yank.  She helped
by lifting herself off the bed, as she wiggled free. Gwen then pulled her shirt
over her head, lying on the bed in just her bra and panties.  She was very
turned on by his sudden aggressiveness.

“Wow!
You are beautiful!” exclaimed Brock, looking down at his young lover.

Brock
practically dove headfirst between Gwen's legs, kissing her softly all around
her inner thighs. He could smell her inviting scent from between her creamy
thighs. It was intoxicating, and Brock wanted more of it, so he moved up
closer.  He then slowly pulled down her lacy panties.

"Stop
that. You're making me…"

Brock
cut her off by plunging face first into her waiting pussy. He opened his mouth
and used his expert tongue to trace the outside of her plump vaginal lips,
licking her softly and fully. Brock nuzzled into her reddish mound, taking in
her aroma. How he loved the smell of a woman, with no perfume or anything else
to mask her pure scent.

Gwen
purred with delight, as Brock began licking her in earnest, parting her full lips
with his strong, adept tongue. She gave a sigh of pleasure, as she felt his
tongue wash the inside of her pink folds. It was as if she could feel every
tiny bump on his tongue, like it was made just for her pleasure.  She unclasped
the front of her bra, grasping both her swollen breasts with her hands, as she
moaned out in ecstasy.

"Oh
yes! Yes! Yes, right there!" Gwen exclaimed, feeling his tongue buried
inside her.

Brock
licked and sucked at her delicious entry like he was eating his last supper. He
went at her with such feverish splendor, as he grabbed on to her thighs with
his strong hands. His face disappeared between her creamy legs, as he pushed
forward, getting a better angle in which to devour her.

 "Oh
yes! Yes! That's it, baby! Yes!" screamed out Gwen, feeling the sensation
run up and down her entire body.

She
had never been pleasured like this in her young life. At just twenty-one years
old, Gwen had just one boyfriend in the past, and sex only a couple of times. 
That inexperienced, clumsy sex was certainly nothing like this.  Brock was an
experienced cunnilinguist, and he used all his tricks to impress his young
lover.  Next up for him was his skilled fingers.

While
still licking her pussy, Brock took two fingers from one hand and inserted them
inside Gwen's damp entrance.  Once in, she let out a delighted gasp, clearly
loving the feeling of being penetrated.  Brock, however, was just getting
started.  He took his digits and hooked them up inside her, reaching and
feeling around until he found what he was looking for.

"Oh
damn! What is that you’re doing? I feel like I'm going to explode. Oh
yes!" Gwen breathed, feeling the use of her limbs quickly diminishing.

Brock
had found the Holy Grail of lovemaking.  He had hit her G-spot and continued to
rub it, making small circular motions over her rough patch.  Gwen thrashed
wildly around the bed, as her body convulsed in orgasmic pleasure.  She had
never felt anything as good as this, and she didn’t want it to ever end.  Brock
kept licking and rubbing, feeling the sweet cream pour out of Gwen's love
spout.  His face was sticky and his belly was getting full, and he was having a
great time.  It had been a long while since he had such a young, passionate
lover, and Brock wanted to make the most of it.

Gwen
reached down and grabbed Brock by his shaggy hair. She pulled on him with great
strength, even causing some pain. Brock could feel her body clench up, as she
let out something that sounded like a primal scream. She was most definitely
hitting her stride with her most powerful orgasm so far.

“Yes!
Yes! YES!!" Gwen screamed, as she tried to catch her breath.

Brock
slowly stopped rubbing the inside of her pussy, slipping his fingers out
slowly. The gush of her cream followed his fingers, as they were well coated
and glistening. He also stopped licking her clit, pulling back so he could see
his work. Her pussy was soaked and her vaginal lips remained parted and
swollen.

Gwen
remained on the bed, panting, as she slowly came down from her high. Brock got
up and out of bed, watching his young lover breathe heavily. He was happy to
see her so content, although he had an idea that she wasn't through yet. He
leaned over her and gave her a kiss on the lips.

"Okay?"
Brock asked, smiling down on her.

"Oh
yeah, better than that," panted Gwen, looking up at her older lover.  She
had never had such an intense orgasm.  Her body was still shaking as her eyes
drank in his toned naked body.  She noticed that his attention to her had
gotten him very aroused, as his hard cock bounced against his leg when he
moved.  She smiled naughtily.  Even though she had just come, she wanted more.

"Good.
Now get out!" Brock said sternly, pointing at the door.

Gwen's
face dropped momentarily. She was shocked until she saw the corners of Brock's
mouth curling upward.  She gave him a playful slap on the arm, and he returned
by tickling her ribs.  Gwen screamed out in laughter, halfheartedly trying to
fight off the bigger, stronger Brock. He finally stopped, taking pity on his
weaker victim, but she was enjoying the feeling of his strong, muscled body on
hers.  Eventually he let her up with a kiss when she wanted to go freshen up in
the bathroom.

As
she ran off, Brock jumped into his bed and waited for her return. Within a
minute she was back, smiling at the beautiful naked man on the bed.  She was
having fun, but she was sure not done yet.  She knelt down on the bed, right
between his legs, grabbing hold of his stiff cock. Gwen began stroking it
slowly, watching it grow in size.

"Wow!
Very nice," she commented, playing with his gorgeous erection. She ran her
hands over it, thrilled with the velvety soft texture over seemingly hard iron.

 "I
hear it tastes good too," added Brock, encouraging her to do what she
wanted with him.

Gwen
giggled like a horny little schoolgirl. She then went down on Brock, taking the
first few inches of him into her mouth. She could taste the salty goodness of
what was slowly dripping out of him.  He had gotten amazingly aroused while
servicing Gwen to the point that his manhood began dripping.  Gwen loved the
way he tasted, so she gulped down a few more inches for good measure.

"Wow!
You are good, baby," Brock complimented her, while watching Gwen go to
work on his throbbing cock.  Gwen had never been too confident in her
love-making skills, but somehow she instinctively knew what to do with Brock.  

She
bobbed her head up and down along his sweet pole, trying to stuff the whole
thing in her mouth.  Brock had grown to a solid eight inches, and sucking the
whole thing for Gwen was becoming a challenge.  Being young and fearless had
its advantages, as she managed to deep throat her lover.  He could feel his
bulbous helmet hit the back of her throat, which occasionally gagged her.  Gwen,
however, was hornier than cautious, as she continued to pleasure her older
lover.

"Damn!
You're going to make me come soon," warned Brock, feeling her hot mouth
engulf his cock.

Gwen
slowly extracted his erection out of her mouth. She did not want him to blow
his load, at least not yet.  She was having too much fun at the moment and
didn’t want it to end just yet. Besides, she had other plans for him and his
beautiful cock. With him out of her mouth, Gwen pulled herself up in bed.

"Man!
You almost finished me off," admitted Brock admiringly, watching Gwen
climb on top of him.

"Not
yet. I want to feel you inside me," she said, grabbing his erection
tightly.

She
placed it inside her burning hole, as she then placed her hands on Brock's
chest. She used him for leverage, as she slowly rocked back and forth on his
cock. He felt so good inside her, just what she needed to put out that fire
that raged through her core. Brock looked up at her face and saw a young woman
enjoying herself.  It was one of the most gratifying things he had seen in a
long time.

"Looks
like you're enjoying yourself, baby," said Brock, lazily smiling up at Gwen.

"Yes!
You feel so damn good," she replied, as she began bouncing up and down on
his strong stick.

Brock
reached up and started playing with her perky tits. Gwen's nipples had become
erect, quite long and rigid.  He pinched and pulled at them, sending tiny shock
waves throughout her body.  Gwen loved having her tits played with and they
were so sensitive at the moment.  It was something she often did while
pleasuring herself at home.

"Oh
damn! You're going to make me come again," Gwen said, feeling his hands on
her chest and his cock up inside her aching pussy.

Even
though he was below her Brock rocked his hips up and down the best he could,
driving his meat up into her with as much force as he could muster. Gwen
appeared to be riding a bucking bronco, having the best ride of her life. She
continued to press down on Brock's chest, clutching him so she wouldn't fall
off. It was a little painful to have his chest hairs grabbed, but he hardly
noticed, since he was too busy having fun fucking his lovely new library
friend.

"You
are so tight, baby," commented Brock, feeling the friction inside the
tight, young hole.