Fireworks

Running down the stair well, my wet, slick body covered in lotion and hair dripping, silk pink robe barely covering me as I tried to tie it closed; all not my ideal fourth of July weekend. This always happens. My eccentric family is all about drama. That is why I stayed in the hotel. And yet, still, there I was, huffing my rather large hiney down three flights of stairs, the smell of smoke in the air, alarming blaring in my ears. Everyone else passed me up, moving ahead of my cumbersome frame. Silently hoping that the alarm was not fire but hungry lions and all the rude people were rushing to their bellies, I progressed along, down one flight, then the other.

Absently I noted a door on another floor open, and heard shoes squeaking as someone quickly made their way down. I assumed that they would pass as the others had, but as they approached they slowed down, and I looked up to see what had stalled them. The man was slightly winded, my heighth and, my appraisal could go no further as that as my gloriously graceful self twisted my ankle and tripped down the last four stairs.

Pain sliced through me, and I groaned. I felt my cheeks redden, and for a moment was disoriented. Then I felt a hand on my side, under my arm.

“Are you okay?” the man asked of me, as he tried to help lift me up.

The thought of someone lifting my frame had started the giggles, and I began to laugh at myself. He bent over and stared at me with one eyebrow lifted in question, his lips twisted together slightly. The beguiling look made me laugh harder. He smiled warmly in return and I noticed his face flush. The air suddenly was colder, and I looked down to notice that when I had fallen my robe had pulled itself open, my nude body poking out of the pink silk in various places.

Of course, in my state of mind, I also found this to be amusing, and laughed as I pulled my robe closed. He moved down the first few stairs flushing profusely, and I took it merely as him being a rather reserved man, albeit a gentleman. Again he offered his hand and I looked up at him as I moved my hair out of my face. He moved with quiet grace, his lithe body moving easily in his lose fit jeans and burgundy t-shirt. His hair was golden, cut short and professionally, his eyes a deep blue surrounded by slightly rectangular black frames. His glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, and it wrinkled cutely as he smiled with his Cheshire smile. Dimples; my only thought seemed to be dimples.

I took his hand and his strong body braced to take the weight of me as I pushed up and he pulled to steady me. I tried setting my foot down, but the pain was too intense and I gasp, pulling it quickly up. He bent down on one knee and pulled my calf onto his thigh. His hands were warm, the fingers splayed across the quickly bruising flesh. He made me move it from side to side, then up and down. I bit my lip against the pain and looked down at him for some type of diagnosis.

He looked up at me, and I could swear he wasn’t breathing, I could see his face get darker red and his eyes widened. “Um, I am not a doctor, but it looks sprained and not broken. “ His hands softly rubbed my calf and ankle, I moaned softly, feeling myself moisten slightly. I could hear the fire siren blaring again and snapped to attention. He mumbled sorry and placed my foot down slowly, and stood up. I smiled at him warmly.

“That’s alright. I appreciate your help. You think we should hobble out to safely?” I asked trying to stop assuming that every man I met was attracted to me. He reached for my hand and I smiled. “My name is Kitzy by the way.” His smile seemed contagious and mine grew larger, slightly goofy. He took my hand in his and kissed it chivalrously.

“And mine is Jackson.” I laughed at his gesture, smiling and feigning a fainting spell.

“Well how do you do?” I asked as he moved to wrap my arm around him and tired to support my weight, laughing as he walked me out the door.

We ran abruptly into the fireman, and he lost his hold and yes, my fat ass pulled us both down. (I did mention this was a glorious holiday weekend didn’t I?) Sitting in the grass we stared up at the uniformed fireman, his yellow and black jacket gleaming as the flickering lights roamed over the parking lot to the motel. He appeared equally startled.

We explained that I had been injured and he quickly bent and confirmed the initial diagnosis of bad sprain. He then helped me up again, Jackson being uninjured, rose up on his own and resumed his position beside me. He looked around and then again at my dishevelment. The fireman then shook his head.

“Honey, there is no reason to be out here, the fire was in the fifth floor. We have already extinguished it, just waiting on the inspector to come clear the place. It is a formality really. Just go up to your room and put some ice on that.”

Jackson spoke up. “Here, let me help you.” And then just as quickly as we came out, we moved back into the hotel. I hobbled through the main entrance and he pushed the elevator button as we awkwardly waited making small talk. The doors opened with a loud ding, and we stepped inside. “What floor?”

“Three.” I mentioned and braced myself against the rail. He pushed the button then pushed five as well. Before letting the door close he made sure to position himself closer against me. I looked at him and raised a questioning eye. He smiled crookedly.

“So you don’t lose your balance.” I laughed and allowed his body heat to warm me. He sighed, reddening slightly. “Damn you smell good.” He muttered as the elevator sputtered to life. I turned to look at him and my breath caught. I could see his desire in his face. The way he averted his eyes and my barely covered breasts. It was heady, the passion a drug that made me dizzy and I faltered, stepping backward.

“Ummm,” I stuttered, and shook my head. “It’s my lotion. Trying a new scent. It is honey suckle. Or it might be my shampoo, or the vanilla body wash.” His hand brushed my neck and I shivered, then he got so close I could feel his breath. His nose touched the sensitive skin, and a small moan escaped my lips.

DING

I jumped as the doors open to my floor, and groaned slightly as my ass hit the metal of the guard rail. He just stood there, almost paralyzed. I could feel the tension radiating from him as he tried to gather some composure. His smile was controlled, and he looked up into my eyes. “I believe this is your floor.” I sighed in response. “Are you okay, Ms. Kitzy?” He asked me.

“yeah,” I said laughing as I did so, “Just my ass and ego are both bruised I think.” He chuckled softly. The elevator doors shut close again, and he jolted as it moved. Neither of us made a move to stop it, and his hands slipped behind me, moving across the silk and cupping each cheek, I gasp in surprise and the next door opened, this time I fell against his hands.

“To protect you.”

“Oh, you are such a gentleman.” I whispered as he came closer.

“No, far from it.” He replied, then groaned as his self reserve broke. He kissed me with such passion it took my breath away. This stranger had moved both of his hands to cup my face, his eyes closed tightly behind the scholarly glasses he wore. I should say stop I dimly thought as his kiss continued, his mouth and tongue moving expertly to create torrents of desire. When he finally stopped I stared at him in shock.

Jackson had the audacity to blush under my gaze. “If you tell me no, I will stop and get off this elevator now, but damn it, I want you. And I couldn’t get off of here without telling you.” I could feel my own cheeks flush, and I just kept staring, my mouth open unbelieving. My hair had began drying but was still a mess, my silk robe rumpled, the mirrors all around the elevator showed my face flushed, eyes round, lips dark and swollen from his kiss. I could see the globe of my right breast protruding from the pink fabric. My nipple evident in the other one. My belly was showing slightly as well as my right thigh and leg. No wonder he was worked up! I was half way naked now!

And yet, I remembered how he looked at me in the stair well, and how calm and patient he had been. And he was so cute. I quit over analyzing myself and just asked what I wanted, and not surprisingly I wanted him with equal passion. Before I could chicken out I kissed him, pulling him into me bracing against the wall. It was almost animal like the way he growled as he heard my answer. His hand roamed exploring me, and his lips trailed to kiss my neck. I watched him through hooded eyes, my sore leg hiked up around his waste, his ass tight and pressed to support me.

I loved the way his pale skin looked against the darkness of mine, the way he moved against me, the way my nails left soft pink trails in his back. He pulled the small tie that held my robe together and again moaned, his vocal approval echoing in the small space. When his lips found my hard puckered nipple I gasp and moaned loudly, my hand in his soft hair. I couldn’t shut my eyes, I had to watch him through the mirrors. I shuddered involuntarily the rush so intense. I begged him for more, thinking this was to be fast and hard. Yet he seemed to be a starving man, bent on savoring every morsel, kissing my other breasts, hands lifting them weighing them appreciatively then smiling as his tongue tortured me.


He then moved down, running his hands over the large expanse of my stomach, murmuring how beautiful and smooth it was as he bent to shower it tenderly with kisses. He raised and kissed me fully again, and I felt like he sucked the very air I breathed out of me, I wobbled and he braced me against the rails. Jackson’s kisses were like nothing I have ever had. How can you be worshiped in a kiss? How can it convey so much passion and lust? It was as if I could feel his need as my very own.

I held his head in mine and he was momentarily disoriented. “I want you! Please,” I said gasping with each syllable. “Please let me feel you inside me.” My hand moved to his jeans and I pulled to hastily unbutton them.

“Mmm, almost.” He said as he pulled away. He dropped down to his knees in front of me. “I have to make sure you are nice and wet for me.” And with that I felt one thick finger slide between my wet lips. My hands went to the metal bar, trying to remain stable and thrust myself up at an angle to entreat his further exploration, my leg over his shoulder. He found my clit, engorged among my fat lips and pulled and twisted it, then parting me his tongue long and tapered tasted me and my I called out in ecstasy.

My legs spread further, my need strong, the cold air on my nipples, the silk falling and skimming around my skin, the sensations began to be too much. My hips thrust against him as he buried his face within me after throwing his glasses to the side.

“Plll… please” the words a mere prayer at this point. He suddenly stopped, and I whimpered in frustration. He rose, and pulled his pants down, anchoring them under tightened balls. His huge cock was covered in precum and I understood now why he took so much time getting me ready for him. He pushed me against the mirrors, staring at me, slowly guiding his cock into me. For a moment I thought it would be impossible to fit all of him, but he waited until the glorious tension faded and I grew accustomed to him. When he was buried deep inside me he kissed me and started his slow, rhythmic onslaught.

My hands braced against his shoulders holding him close to me. His moves deliberate and strong. I felt him building me slowly into frenzy, and yet our pace remained the same. His kissing me passionately then our heads bent together, the sensation to overwhelming to do anything other than relish it. My breathing was so erratic that when I came at first I couldn’t find the breath to scream, but then I did, pulling him closer with my leg, moaning and throwing my head back.

My walls shuddered violently around him and two powerful strokes later he came. His moan guttural, shuddering as he released inside me. I held him, his sweaty brow resting on my chest, my hips slowly milking his massive erection until he slid out sated. I grinned at him bashfully as his dimpled smile lit his own face.

He moved to kiss me once more, and wrapped his hands around me to gather up my belt. He straightened it, and my hair, then nibbled my neck. I moaned softly then louder as I looked down to see he was already hard again. Wrapping my fingers around his cock I noticed that they couldn’t even touch due to the girth. I stroked him softly marveling at the silkiness and when an errant drop of cum slowly drizzled down I bent and licked it off. He tasted of my cum, and I sucked him further.

DING

The elevator shuddered and I grasp for balance as it began to move. I was wide eyed as he quickly pulled his pants up and moved beside me picking his glasses up off the side of the rail. Up we went to level eight, the door opened, and a bleary eyed business man entered. His shirt was tussled and he smelt of alcohol. Fortunately he paid no attention to us as we looked at each other and smiled at our secret.

He escorted me to his room, as I had locked mine and didn’t have the key. There, we stepped into the spa and made love all over again. I found out that Jackson was there for work, and that he traveled often. Even closer to where I lived. I never made it to the fireworks this weekend. Mysteriously came down with a terrible headache and spent the day in bed, side by side with my new lover.

I think I am learning to love the holidays.