On a Cold Evening

Chapter Fourteen

The ladies soon finished their dinner with a promise to keep in touch and meet in school the following week, and as Mandy sat in the cab she decided to give one of her guys a chance. He was a sweet man who never failed to send her a message every morning, and was the only man she had been able to maintain a proper conversation with. He called often and reassured her constantly that he liked her. At this point, she had nothing to lose, and truly believed that her heart had morphed into granite. She was certain that she was immune to heart break at this point.

The next day, Mandy met up with Jason, the sweet handsome man who had been mostly consistent in her life for the last few weeks. She had pushed off meeting up with him because she wanted to see if he could mantain the same level of energy and he had.

"Mandy! You look lovely!" He said, placing a gentle kiss on the back of her hand. She found it sweet and unusual, because there was hardly a man in Lagos who had manners or was coerteous enough to do that, or she just hadn't met any until him.

He was bald, a trade mark that she had come to fear, or maybe she was just scared of making the same mistake, but she was not one to judge a book by its cover.

"Thank you" She offered with a smile. He ushered her into his home, and offered her wine. She soon found herself falling over with laughter as he recounted tale after tale of his search for true love in Lagos, and it was made even funnier because she could relate. She also shared her recent experience. Ofcourse, without mentioning what had transpired before she was blocked.

"That's so terrible! He missed out on a gem." He said, and she soon found herself drowning in his eyes. Without another word spoken, they closed the space between them and locked lips. His lips were soft, and she liked that he didn't push or press. He let her set the pace, knowing that she was still on the fence.

Mandy deepened the kiss with a moan, craving a deeper connection with him because he saw her. The real her. He had never complimented her on her physique like the lascivious men who hounded her for her curvaceous body.

He kissed her neck and nipped gently on her ear. His lips travelled lower and the strap of her dress fell as if moved by his his sensual touch. His palm followed the thin material, pushing it even lower. Soon, his lips were on her shoulders as he whispered how good she smelt and how much he had waited for this moment.

Mandy let him take down the other strap and within seconds are large breasts filled his palm. He rubbed and fondle her breasts, using his lips to pay homage to the peaked dark nubs. Mandy moaned as pleasure coursed through her veins. He suckled gently as she pressed his head to her bosom. He let his hand slowly travel under her dress, and explore the hidden treasure between her thighs. The tiny material covering her sex not enough hindrance for the zealous explorer.

"Mmmmhh" He groaned with a mouthful of breasts as his fingers were instantly welcomed by slippery moisture.

"Just like that" She moaned as he rubbed on her bundle of nerves. As he touched her, she pulled down the band of his slacks and was instantly greeted by his erect member which was all too happy to recieve her touch. With each stroke the appendage grew even longer and harder, causing him to groan even louder. His touch awakened the desire in her body, and Mandy found herself growing impatient by the second.

"Take me now" She urged.

"But..." He tried to take things slow because her pleasure meant more to him than his, but she would have none of that. Mandy dragged him by the collar of his shirt, and planted a kiss on his lips as she parted her thighs for his invasion.

"I said...take me now" She commanded, and her commanding tone only served to fuel his own desire.

Jason raised her leg, shifted her thong to the side and thrust into her in one fluid motion, shutting his eyes as her thight cunt gripped his length. Her pussy was wet, tight and hot. The perfect combination to undo even the strongest of men.

Mandy let out a loud cry as he fed her pussy with all nine-inches of him. When he was sure that he wasn't hurting her, he pulled out and thrust back in fully, deriving pleasure from the blissful look on her face. Her brows were furrowed and her mouth was openwide as she cried out soundlessly. He pushed in and out, again and again, stealing her soul with every thrust.

He pulled her to the very edge of the seat, raised her legs and continued to invade her depth, thrusting forcefully. He flicked his thumb across her clit, watching her writhe and shake as her orgasm rushed through her.

"Fuck! You are so wet" He whispered appreciatively as evidence of her climax flooded his length. He increased his tempo, riding her like an untamed horse. His dick hardened even further as she dug her nails into his butt, taking everything he could give. He kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth as he wrapped his hand around her throat.

"Look at me" He urged and her eyes flew open, pleasure dancing in the wide orbs.

"Say my name" He commanded as he pounded into her even harder.

"Jason" Mandy moaned his name again, and again until her voice was but a hoarse whisper. She stared into his eyes as he fucked her senseless, creating a bond that would be just as she had dreamt, but with someone entirely different.

Jason pulled out as he felt his release draw near, and as he stroked his dick, Mandy went on her knees and opened her mouth like the dirty little slut she had always wished she could be. She grabbed her full breasts, fondling them as she waited for him to gift her his essence.

With one loud cry, Jason poured out his semen against her chest, face and lips. Heaving and breathing heavily as he drained himself.

"Fuck! That was so hot" He replied, and burst into laughter as soon as he realized that he slacks were still pooled at his feet, and her dress was bunched all around her waist. They looked like they had been caught in a hurricane, but one entirely 0f their making.

"Let me help you up," Jason said, extending a hand of help, but Mandy refused it, as reality soon began to cool the heat of her passion.

"I don't need help" She whispered tiredly, pushing his hand away. Jason could sense the sudden cloud in the air but decided not to mention it. He showed her to the bathroom, and as soon as she cleaned up, she called a cab and left as if the hounds of hell were at her heels.

Jason wondered what he had done wrong. He watched her cab drive off and wondered if she had taken a part of him along with her. He already missed her melodious laughter, and wanted to inhale her scent again. Soon, he thought to hismelf. Soon, he would convince her that he was the man for her.