Strange how something can trigger a memory. I went for lunch today. I passed a young woman. Leaning against a brick wall. One foot forward. Smoking. In a cubby hole of sorts. Shelter from the wind. She caught my attention and my stare lingered. Long enough to glance down through my tinted lenses. Tight jeans. Gap. Her hand resting on her inner thigh. Her thumb, if she were nude, would no doubt be firmly against her slit. Coincidence? Was she masturbating? Did she want me to see? I drifted in thought.
It all happened so quickly. Her note hit my inbox. Number included. My fingers dialed. Her voice was sweet. Seductive. Confident. Her dialect was city English. Probably grew up in London. Small talk. Chit chat. And then direct instruction. On the next night, I am to go to “such and such” restaurant at 9 pm. I am to order spring rolls. Bean noodle salad. Pad Thai. Bring a bottle of wine. And then wait out front. The next night I enter the doors. Bottle in hand. Taking in my environment as I walk to the hostess. The restaurant is buzzy. Noisy. Active. Alive. There is a woman at the bar. Facing me. Taking me in. It’s her. I know it is. It has to be her. I hope that it is her. My eyes are locked to hers as I order. My mouth moves. I have memorized the list. She wears her version of the little black dress I desire. The loaded gun. It’s cocked. She shifts. Crosses and un-crosses her legs. Thoughts race. Nerves? Masturbation?
The approach. There are six empty bar stools next to her. I chose the one to her left. Order whiskey straight up. The bottle is in front of me. And all I can think to say is, “So what is your favorite ... varietal?” The English rose responds. “Anything bold is what I go for. I like it to stay in my mouth”. It was enough for me. Game on. We forgo my last instruction and begin our dance. Dinner is ready.
We walk. Her home. Minimal would be understated. Temporary. Her brain alone makes me wet. Most certainly Ivy League. 40 ticks above my own IQ. Probably here remotely for work. Probably someone back home. Fuck it, I don’t care. Drink. Drink. Drink. Until everything is fun. Spinning dizzy. Slipping out my ordinary world. Out my ordinary eyes. Into someone else's life. And then she wanted to get me high. High on her balcony. Her delicate fingers worked. Rolling. Her tongue sealing the deal. She inhaled. Her mouth was sexy. I wondered what it would do to my cock. Her hand drifted. Down. Resting against her inner thigh. And then lower.
When a whisper in my ear insatiable breathes, "Why don't you follow me inside.”
The room is small. The room is dark. Her hair is black. The bed is white. She strips to the bone in the mirror on the wall. Her slender frame trembled slightly. She holds out her hands and I follow her down to my knees. My finger traced a line from underneath her earlobe, down her neck and onto the perfect skin of her chest. Nipples hard as cherry stones. She sighed as I lowered my mouth onto her shoulder to taste her skin. I could feel her powers questing out to me from every pore in her skin. Hungry and seeking sensation. Aroma. I could smell the moist heat between her legs rising up to assault my senses. Open. Discard. Push through. Tear away. Mecca.
We fall into a puddle of silks. Her lips upon my lips. I settled between her legs. Beneath her small buttocks. Lifting her hips. Exposing the smooth insides of her thighs to my attention. She mewed as I kissed the tender skin there. And there. And there. Slowly snaking my way up to the open, crimson flower that wept her feminine dew. She smelled like good earth. Autumn leaves. As my tongue explored the petals of her flower, her sounds echoed.
Her body writhed. I plunged between the folds to trace the tip of my tongue around the erect pink nodule. Her hips began to dance, directing me to the places she desired to be caressed the most. I knew the taste of her was poison but so tempting was it that I could not help myself. I lapped and swallowed as more and more of her sweet nectar poured forth. I felt it burn my lips and claw at the inside of my throat as it went down.
Frantic in her passion, she curled herself around and forced me to change my position. Finding my erection a shadow of what it had been before, she whimpered and took it into her mouth. The full ferocity of her passion hit me. Every part of her animal ghost began to invade my body. Sending barbed tendrils through my nerves. Flaying the covering that was human. Her hungry mouth around my cock demanded its response. I went back to my own feeding. Tending to her secret garden with my tongue. Her scent was everywhere and her legs pressed against the sides of my face as I indulged her. Soon, I could feel the febrile tremors of her storm building. Her hips pitched and shivered and I pushed my fingers deep into her cave, flexing and exploring the dark velvet cavity inside.
So greedy was she for my essence, she spun her body around like a wild thing and straddled my hips. For a silent moment, I thought to deny her. She was a creature like me. And like me she would devour and devour until nothing was left.
She purred as she slid herself down onto my throbbing sword, sheathing it in her dark wet embrace. She clung to me. Squeezed me. Rode me. Her eyes closed and her parted lips revealed her tiny fangs. A pink pointed tongue swept across her carmine lips before she bent forward and the night curtain of her hair spread over my chest. All I had to do was keep her teeth at bay until I finished. I reached up to caress her breasts, taking each nipple between my fingers and pinching as she rocked herself on top of me. Her thrusts and whimpers became more urgent and she ground herself against me with every downward stroke. Any moment now she would open. Then she would be mine for the taking. I grabbed her sides and rolled her over onto her back. She responded gloriously by wrapping her legs around my waist and urging me to drive into her hard. And so I did. And there beneath me, quivering and convulsing, her spine arched and her head thrown back, was the fox demon. So lovely. So sleek. Flushed. Panting. I made her say all the naughty words in her aphrodesiatical accent. I plunged down into her again and held myself there.
Hands on my hips.
Acknowledge my acceptance. My appreciation of her skill. It was not long coming and I allowed her mouth to fill with the clear fluid that would drive her crazy for my body. Give her the burning that she so yearned for. Looking down at her, I watched her mouth expand as I filled her. Watched her swallow some just to let the burning scold her innards. When she pulled away she looked me deeply in the eyes, letting the clear cream drip from the sides of her mouth, onto her tits. Then with one massive spitting motion, onto her cunt. For that, I spanked her. She offered her puckered star and I fucked her in the ass.
Nice to see you again friends