Cold As Hell by Ghost Writer
I’m known for my talent in locking myself out of cars, homes, offices — you name it. That final click a door makes when it closes sends a shiver through my body. This year, I began New Year’s Eve with a cup of hot coffee. Then wrapped in my sweat clothes, I ran out through the snow to the mailbox to get the paper. As I ran, I heard the door click behind me — locked. “Shit!” as I ran, feeling the sub-freezing temperature around my ankles. I opened the mailbox, “Shit!” as I grabbed the paper and then suddenly the door in the next condo opened and Rachel, my neighbor called, “Hey, over here, Dean!” I ran to her door.
“Get in here, fool. I heard your door lock behind you from over here!” She smiled, her face red from the cold as she laughed with me, wrapped in a big robe with huge frog slippers on her feet. I smile and laughed back, letting her lead me to her kitchen. “I’ll make more coffee,” she called over her shoulder. I was excited to see her and my big grin on my cold face gave it away.
You see, Rachel and I had moved into our condos on the same day during the 4th of July weekend. At the time, I was still dating Emily and just smiled and introduced myself before Emily yanked me away (she was very possessive). And Rachel was surrounded by a number of male friends who were helping her move.
From our short conversation, I learned that Rachel was a former ice skater, Olympic Tryout material. From the Condo Newsletter’s Newcomer’s section, I learned that she finished 5th in the US Championship her last year of amateur skating. She skated for several years in one of the professional shows and retired to be a skating choreographer here in Atlanta.
She had a wonderful smile that I saw often as we walked to our mailboxes or sat on our decks. We were friendly at the pool during the summer, smiling and talking, flirting a bit. She still had her body from her skating years — tall, slender, with incredibly strong legs and butt (I had seen that at the pool), small but well-shaped breasts, shoulder length blond hair with green eyes. She wore a one-piece electric blue suit that hugged her body.
At Thanksgiving, the Condo Board threw a party for those of us who did not go home for Thanksgiving. She and I danced several times, once to an incredibly long slow song that left me semi-erect and left her with a sparkle in her green eyes. Emily and I were still together then so nothing came of the dance.
I broke up with Emily in a great fight the weekend after Thanksgiving and drifted over to Rachel’s condo the next week but there was no answer. The neighbor on the other side told me that she was gone to some big skating competition in Los Angeles and would not be back until after Christmas — she was going to her parents in Kansas. He was picking up her mail and talking care of her cats. I just laughed it off until the New Year.
As I entered her kitchen, she leaned over the counter to get her coffee beans and grinder (ah, fresh ground coffee in the morning!) and her thick robe fell open. Under the robe her long legs were visible under the boxers she wore. I smiled as I watched the lean line of her body as she stretched for the grinder — she was so graceful. I had a sudden desire to hold her and another desire to watch her face as she submitted to hard sex. My cock throbbed in my boxers and stiffened against the soft cotton material.
We drank our coffee and talked, her robe open as we watched the birds feed on her deck outside the kitchen picture window, her body in tee shirt and boxers under the open robe, my sweats covering only my boxers. She asked about “… your girlfriend?” and her eyes twinkled as I told her that we had broken up several weeks ago. She put on a CD and told me, “I bought this after we danced to this song at the party. ” A slow song played and we smiled, remembering our dance at the party. I reached across the table and caressed her hands, watching her nipples harden and press against her tee shirt. Her face relaxed and she smiled, “That’s nice,” she said.
I stood, walking around the table to stand in front of her with my thick 8-inch cock now hard and erect in my sweats, “This could be even nicer. ” I watched as her face turned up to me, still smiling, and her hand went out to caress me, stroking me through the material of my sweats, a small moan escaping her lips as she stroked my full length, her eyes still sparkling. She pulled my sweats down around my knees, my thick 8-inch cock pressing against my boxers, and then springing free as she pulled my boxers down, then slowly licked my thick shaft with her tongue. “Oh God,” I gasped, her tongue tracking the veins on my cock, her hand stroking me slowly as then her tongue flicked my flared mushroom head. “Oh God,” she echoed as she stroked me slowly.
I put my hand around her hand and slapped her face gently with my hard cock. “It’s beautiful,” she murmured as I slapped her face again, thin lines of my pre-cum shining on her cheeks. I watched as her tongue snaked out to lick the head, licking a drop of pre-cum from the tip. “It’s beautiful!“ as she lifted her head and looked into my eyes just seconds before she sucked the head deep into her hot wet mouth.
“God” I groaned as I slide my hands behind her head and neck, pulling her closer as she took me deeper and deeper, twisting her head from side to side around my hard cock. The thick shaft filled her throat, and she gagged slightly, the dropped to her knees and tossed her robe off, changing the angle of her neck as she deep throated me. “Damn!” as my cock slide fully inside her hot throat, her tongue underneath my cock, flicking the head as she bobbed up and down, then sliding against my shaft as she slide down deep on me.
She continued to twist her head from side to side, her mouth hot around my cock as it turned, two fingers holding me as she sucked me so deep that her mouth brushed my pubic hair. “Oh God!” I groaned as my hands hold her head, my knees slightly bent for position, my back arching as I thrust gently with her bobbing head on my cock. She lifts off of my hard cock, smiling up at me, a long line of salvia from her mouth to my cock head. “I want your cum Dean. I’m not lifting from your cock again until after you cum. ”
She took me into her mouth with a vengeance, taking me deep, my cock head sliding against the back of her mouth and down her throat, her head swirling left and right, hair flying, mouth hot around my cock as she twisted. I could feel her tongue working quickly, swirling around my head as she bobbed up, then stroking my shaft as she drove down onto my shaft, then caressing the root of the shaft as she sucked me deep.
At last, she began bobbing up and down, slowly and then quickly, taking my cock deep ever time, my head just on her tongue and then deep in her throat. She reached and grabbed my thighs, pulling me in rhythm with her head bobbing, forcing me to fuck her mouth. I grabbed handfuls of hair and held on, arching my back to drive deep into her mouth.