Lucky Day

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Lucky Day
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Tue, 04-21-2009 - 2:38am

Hi guys, I'm back!! I've been working on a new story and I would love for you to get a first glimpse. I'm seriously considering making this into a full novel and hopefully getting it published. I will be putting the first half of the first chapter on here in 3 or 4 parts. I hope you enjoy it.

Lucky Day (part1)

With the sun shining through the large floor to ceiling windows of his contemporary ocean view condo in southern California, Ben Thomas awakes to the sound of a ringing phone. The blinding glare from the light bouncing through the room forces Ben to keep his eyes at a squint as he clutches the phone and places it to his face. In a low sleepy, raspy voice he answered; “What is it?” The voice on the other end was that of Marshall the lead front desk attendant. After a long drawn out disappointed sigh, Ben responses; “send her up.” The call was then disconnected with a push of a button and a toss of the phone across the bed.
Today is a very rare day for Ben; it is his first day off from work in a little over two years. Prior to this amazing streak of consecutive days at work he was a fun loving guy with his future ahead of him. At the time he was engaged to a beautiful young lawyer named Janet who was a very ambitious girl. Her ambition was so great that she often found herself in her bosses’ office working on his umm… briefs. Once Ben became aware of the situation, the only thing in his life that would keep him motivated and focused was his work.
Wearing nothing but a pair of black form-fitting boxer briefs and with the light shining off of his un-sculptured but athletic body, Ben wanders into the kitchen. His lavish high rise apartment is filled with strategically placed modern furniture that was put there by an overpriced interior decorator while he was away on business. He walks over and grabs a device with a large display screen on it and with a push of a button the coffee maker starts up and the huge windows that provide a gorgeous view of the ocean, turn from clear to a dark tint filtering out the sun.
A few more minutes passed until that expected knock on the door caused Ben to arise from his half asleep lean against the kitchen counter. A quick turn of the handle and a half ass attempt to open the door is the greeting he extends his guest. Peeking around the door is a young 23 year old fresh female face with long un-natural blonde hair and thin metal framed glasses. “Well good morning to you too.” The woman uttered in a sarcastic tone. The young lady’s name is Angie Skinner. She has been his secretary/personal assistant for about 3 years and has developed a high level of devotion to Mr. Thomas. Dressed in a green loose fitting spaghetti trap top and a high cut jean skirt clutching a very expensive large tote Angie closes the door behind her.
Ben’s attention is solely on retrieving his morning coffee and as he continues his way back to the kitchen to pour a cup of gourmet Brazilian beans he yells out; “what are you doing here?” The sound of her high heels stepping on the polished tile floor echoes as she follows him into the kitchen. “I came to congratulate you on your promotion, Mr. Vice President.” Angie said as she flings her bag up on the kitchen island. Ben rolls his eyes and with a small smirk asked; “You mean to tell me you came all the way over here at 9 a.m. for that?” Less than 24 hours ago Ben’s boss and good friend Greg Holmes informed Ben that he was being promoted to Vice President of the large independent advertising agency he’s worked at since he turned 25.
“You’ve been there 12 years now and have brought in more money than any other account exec in the office. I think you deserve it.” Angie replied as Ben sipped his coffee and began to walk through the living room towards the balcony. This was not the first time Angie has visited Ben’s condo and has seen him in various states of dress but this morning was a little different. The way that his boxer briefs hugged his body parts and the contrast of the black boxers against his bronzing California tan, sent a warm feeling from her toes to her lower mid section. “Well if it wasn’t for that Super Bowl spot earlier this year, then where would I be?” Ben questions as he slides the glass door to the balcony open and a soft cool gush of air forces its way into the condo. He takes one step outside and peers down at the marina below. As Ben was making his way towards the balcony, Angie had slipped off her stylish 4 inch stiletto heels and in a very sexy manner she held the shoes in one hand, while she swayed her hips following his path.
The two of them have worked together for quite some time now and through out the years Angie has always been attracted to Ben even through he’s not her type. She normally prefers the young hip-hop type but the older and more mature Ben seemed to open an area of her emotions that she never knew was there. She would at times playfully flirt with him or she would wear sexy outfits to work hoping to gain his attention. The emotions that she is feeling today are mixed. On one hand she is extremely happy for her friend gaining a new promotion and on the other this tall, dark haired, brown eyed man in his tight underwear is causing things between her legs to heat up.
Angie creeps up next to Ben and attempts to squeeze her way around him to get to the balcony. “Hey, you know I think I’m going to buy a boat and go sailing.” He said as he moved over to allow her access. “Planning on using that as chick-bate?” Angie joked. Ben belted out a large laugh as he set his coffee mug down on the small glass table out on the balcony. “Yeah right… like it’s that easy.��� He said while still laughing and turning back towards the inside of the condo. Angie turns around and leans her back against the railing of the outdoor perch. “It could be…” immediately after that phrase exited her mouth, Angie bit down onto her glossy bottom lip hoping that she didn’t cross a boundary. Not really taking her comment that seriously, Ben continued into the living room and grabbed the remote for the large Japanese made LCD TV hanging on the wall. “Ok… well I’m getting in the shower now, want to join me?” Ben asked in a sarcastic tone and without taking his eyes off of the television. “Sure…” Angie answered as she started walking past him in the direction of the master suit.
Ben turns his head to the left in the direction of Angie and the balcony but only catches a glimpse of her walking. He quickly turns his head to the right to see what she’s up to and as soon as his eyes catch up to her, he notices the thin green top begin to rise up her torso and over her head. Ben is shocked to see her exposed back but what really grabbed his attention was Angie’s large breast peeking between her young tight body and the inside of her arms. “Are you coming?” Angie asked as she rounded the corner into the bedroom and out of Ben’s sight. Still stunned the whole situation, Ben tosses the remote onto the soft black leather couch and starts towards the bedroom. As he approaches the master bedroom he notices the double doors to the suit are closed and as he clutches the door handles the sound of running water comes from behind the doors. He pushes the doors open and a gush of air containing the sweet scent of a woman tickles his nose. Ben remains speechless as he glances down and sees that Angie has left her skirt on the floor, as well as her pink lace panties.
Standing in the door way of the master bath is Ben with a small smirk on his face as he stares at the blurry figure behind the shower glass. His excitement goes from a fast heartbeat to a full erection and in one quick motion he removes his underwear. As his anxiety grows with every step towards the shower, Angie yells out; “I hope you like it hot!” Ben swings the door open and there she is, standing there soaking wet with one finger gently pressing her bottom lip down. With no hesitation, her eyes focus in on his rock hard penis and at the same time his eyes start to scan down to her small perky, pink nipples. He steps into the shower and as he enters, the scorching hot water splashes against his back forcing his body to tense up and press against hers. Ben takes his right hand and places it on top of her head, then slowly slides it down the side of her face. His large hand stops at her soft unblemished cheek and then glides his fingers across her mouth. As his fingers graze her juicy lips, Angie slowly releases her tongue and creates a gentle speed bump seducing him even more.
His fingers come to rest on the other side of her chin and as his grip tightens, he leans forward and places his lips against her soft cherry lips. The temperature of the water no longer becomes an issue as Angie reaches down and forcefully grabs a hold of Ben’s stiff penis. Their lips and tongues remain locked together as her hand begins a rapid stroke. Ben then starts to direct his kisses down to her neck and with the intensity continuing to grow thicker, Angie in a shallow breath blurts out; “give it to me…”

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Tue, 04-21-2009 - 7:39am
Ooooh, I like this. Please give us more!




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Tue, 04-21-2009 - 7:52am
Wow... Keep it coming.
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Tue, 04-21-2009 - 9:42am
Awesome job!

 



  


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Wed, 04-22-2009 - 2:19am

Lucky Day (part 1.5)

Angie’s plea of passion brings out Ben’s animal instincts as he firmly grabs a hand full of her breast in one hand and forcefully snatches her leg up with the other. The light kisses on her neck turns into light biting and sucking. Angie lets go of his swollen penis and then take a hold of his firm ass, pulling him into her. Ben’s aim is perfect as he carefully slides into her opening. The feeling of her tight vagina squeezing his erection causes Ben to let out a deep exhale into Angie’s ear, which drives her to impulsively dig her nails into his back. Fueled by the pleasure and the pain, he begins to thrust hard up against her. Their pelvises collide as her back becomes firmly press to the wall of the shower. Her high pitch whimpers develop into screams of passion as he lifts her other leg off of the ground. With both of her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, giving him a better angle to push deeper inside of her, Ben quickly adjusts his hands.

His right hand clamps down hard on her tight ass and with the left he rakes his fingers along her scalp, and then savagely pulls her hair. Angie’s excited pearl causes her grip around Ben’s body even tighter and stiffens her body, as her warm juices are released. Sensing climax is near; Ben gives out an order “Turn around!” Angie quickly drops her feet to the floor and then repositions herself facing the wall. Slapping her hands against the wet tile she assumes the position, raising her body up onto her toes. The sexy curvatures from her calf muscles carve lines up the back of her thighs, up to her perfectly shaped ass. Ben continues to hold a strong grip on Angie’s long soaking wet hair and as the water from the shower trickles down her back, he cradles his hardness. Placed only inches above the crack of her sexy backside is a tattoo which reads ‘Carpe Diem.’ This is Latin meaning ‘seize the day’ and Ben did just that as he rubbed the tip of his 8 inches across the tattoo, then slides it down her crack.

Her throbbing divide begins to crave more attention and almost simultaneously she places one of her hands down to the magic button, at the same time Ben inserts himself. Continuing at the same rapid pace, he takes his one free hand and in a quick strike Ben slaps her on the ass. Angie can no longer take it, as a combination of the rough sex and her vigorous rubbing of her sopping wet slit, send her body into convulsions. “Oh…God” Ben yells out as he pulls harder on Angie’s locks and in that instance her breathless screams escape “pull out… pull out.” He cautiously savors the last two pumps and then as he leans back, a burst of thick, creamy white juices squirt up to the middle of her back. The both of them stand there panting from exhaustion and without warning one last squirt oozes out, landing on top of her fashionable tattoo.

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Wed, 04-22-2009 - 7:14am
Keep the story going its hot.
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Wed, 04-22-2009 - 7:29am
This is fantastic. I love it. Keep going!




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Sat, 04-25-2009 - 8:17pm

Great story, very hot!!!!

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Sun, 04-26-2009 - 5:57pm

Lucky Day (Part 2)

After their hot, steamy shower Angie displays her new found level of comfort as she walks through the condo naked. “Can I make you some breakfast?” She yells from the kitchen. Ben remains in the bathroom standing there in only a towel. His eyes are focused on the steamy mirror in front of him and with one wipe, his extremely satisfied face is revealed. A confident grin sits on his mug as he responds “Sounds good…” The two of them shared breakfast in the nude and spent the rest of the morning together, as if nothing had happen.
Once Angie departed, Ben was able to refocus on his schedule for the day. On his agenda was a trip down to his favorite tailor to pick up a few suits that will fit well with his new job position. As he started to leave his home on the 28th floor, Ben notices his neighbor from across the hall struggling with a few bags of groceries. “Hey Lourdes… can I help you with those?” She stops and looks down at the bags. “You would be my new hero if you did.” Lourdes Orta has been living across the hall from Ben for almost a year now with her live in boyfriend Reggie Millsap. “Well I don’t have on tight red underwear or a cape but I will do my best.” In an act of shyness, the Cuban born Ms. Orta cracks a small smile but never looks up at him. As Ben reaches down to help Lourdes pick up her bags of groceries he eyes a bottle of Moet Champagne. “Wow, what’s the special occasion? Did you get a part in a movie?”

Like millions before her, Lourdes came to California with hopes of being a movie star but even though the dream hasn’t been realized she still has hope. “I wish… Reggie is coming home tonight and I wanted to surprise him with a nice dinner.” She said as her keys jingled while opening the door. The two of them walked into her condo and soon as they began to place the white plastic bags onto kitchen counter: “DAMN!” Lourdes shouted out in her heavy Spanish accent. “I forgot to pick up a cork screw from the store and I don’t have time to go back.” With a calming smile Ben replied: “Don’t worry, I have one that I can bring over to you. I just have a few things that I have to do and then I’ll bring it over.” After a sigh of relief Lourdes thanked Ben and showed him out.

The garage door to the Pacific Winds Condominium Complex elevates up and out from behind comes an all white, fully loaded, one year old Range Rover Sport. Inside sits Ben Thomas sporting a white polo shirt and dark sunglasses. The Ultra bright California sun gleams off of the hood of the luxury SUV and with a desire to feel the outside breeze, Ben opens up the Sunroof. As he sings along to the local radio stations top 40, Ben merges onto the freeway. Usually by taking the freeway he cuts about 10 minutes off of his arrival time but today is a little different. A semi truck hauling a massive load of kegs of beer lost control and turned over in the middle of the freeway, causing a two mile long traffic jam stopping Ben’s progress. Feeling a little disappointed but not surprised by the heavy traffic, he reaches down into his travel humidor and pulls out a cigar.

Down comes the driver side window and as he sticks his arms out of the window to cut the cigar, a car stereo blaring loud music catches Ben’s attention. The car is a cherry red Mercedes Benz convertible containing two women and the one in the passenger seat is loudly singing along. Slightly annoyed, he refocuses his attention and lights up the cigar. The line of traffic slowly creeps forward and the longer the wait the more Angie pops into his mind. Just as the visual of his hands around her soft round breast enter his mind’s eye, the red Mercedes pulls up next to him.
Ben glances over and sees the wildly styled, short burgundy colored hair of the passenger. His eyes scan down to her large, stiff implants that are propped up by her black corset with pink pinstripes. Her punk rocker style is something he normally isn’t attracted to but as he watches her lift an orange lollypop to her pale pink lips, his interest peaks.

She begins to turn her head in Ben’s direction and in an effort to cover up his mindless stare, he quickly faces forward. The music from the convertible gets softer: “Oooh, he’s cute!” mentioned the loud voice woman in the Mercedes. Pretending to not to hear the complement, Ben places the cigar in his mouth and tries to hide his smile. “Hey don’t I know you?” asked the woman as she shouts over the noise from the traffic. Ben turns and gives a short shake of the head “no.” “Yeah you work for that French photographer…umm… Phillip…something.” Ben removes the cigar and pushes his sunglasses to the top of his head: “Sorry honey, that’s not me.” Without the darkness of the shades he gets a clearer view of the driver.

Her platinum blonde angled bob haircut is laced with black highlights and most of her soft facial features are hidden behind her oversized sunglasses. Her look is that of a movie star and… “Hey, want to be in our movie?” Ben’s concentration on the driver is broken by the loud but sexy passenger. A big blushing smile comes over his face: “you don’t want that to happen, I can’t act.” “Oh I’m pretty sure you can handle this role.” She says as she reaches down to her bag on the floor and comes back up holding a small Handycam. Traffic has now come to a complete stop: “It’s a reality show kinda like a ‘three’s company’ type of show.” With a smirk on his face and a head shake of bewilderment, Ben asks: “How does that work?” “Here I’ll show you…”

Since traffic has been at a stand still for some time now, she opens the car door and reveals her short pink fishnet covered legs. The very bold woman gets out wearing an extremely short skirt and starts to skip over to Ben’s passenger side. Standing no taller than 5’2 she can barely see into the passenger side window as she opens the door and climbs in. Totally shocked Ben looks over at her: “do you always jump into cars with strangers?” “Oh chill out, my girlfriend won’t let anything happen to me. Now let me show you some of the footage we have so far.” In Ben’s mind this chick was crazy but her sweet aroma drove him nuts. As she leaned in closer to show him the video on the small camera, he notices the top half of her right areola.

This tattooed princess is displaying a type of sexuality that is new to Ben but it is really starting to turn him on. She presses play on the camcorder and the image that pops up on the 2.7 inch screen is a woman’s arm sliding down a soft, toned stomach. Ben glances down and sees that there is a tattoo on this woman’s wrist that matches the wrist on the video. All of a sudden loud moans begin to escape from the tiny hand held as the hand slides down and into a completely shaven vagina. “Wow, this is my kind of movie.” Ben says softly as his eyes remain glued to the screen. With her right hand rubbing her left breast, she alerts Ben: “here it comes… watch this.” A skinny bright purple vibrator comes into the picture and starts rubbing against her bald divide. The beautifully toned woman’s juices become visible as the vibrator slides around her swollen knob and just like something out of a porno her body shakes with tremendous tremors, then out squirts a stream of her love liquid.

Ben’s eyes open up wide and just as he starts to comment on the video, a loud horn blares from behind the Range Rover. Startled by the disruption he looks ahead and sees the cars in front of him have already taken off. Ben looks over at his new passenger and notices her nipple is exposed and peeking between her fingers. Ben starts to drive and informs her: “I think your friend left you.” With her eyes closed and head resting on the headrest: “that’s ok…” she says before letting out a soft moan. “Well now what are we going to do?” Ben questions as he switches his view from the road to her breast and then back again. “Type 14388 Granderson Ave. into the navigation.” She takes the orange sucker out of her mouth and then rolls it on the tip of her hardening nipple. Ben tries to keep his focus on the road but his excitement becomes visible through his cargo shorts.

The navigation system guides Ben up the hills of California passing big houses and then turns him into a gated neighborhood full of multi-million dollar mansions. Unable to pay attention to his surroundings do to the show being provided by the sex craving punk princess in the other seat. He almost passes up their destination when the sounds of her fingers playing under her skirt grow louder.

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Mon, 04-27-2009 - 8:53am
Oh my.... Lucky Ben! What happens next?


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Mon, 04-27-2009 - 2:22pm

Great story. Please carry on. I loved " working on mmm, breifs.


LJ

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