I watched her from my seat at the crowded bar. She stood on the edge
of the dance floor, a beer in her hand and a smile on her face. It was
slightly crooked, but full of confidence. She was surrounded by a group
of pretty bois. All of them looked as though they had spent just as much
time in the mirror as the more feminine girls.
My eyes were drawn
to her. What was it about her? Was it her fluid movements? The slow
rhythmic way she bounced her head to the beat of the music? Maybe it was
her smooth brown skin. No, it was definitely the way her locks
surrounded her head like a lion's mane. Wild. Free. Untamable.
Tap.Tap.Tap.
My
friend, Jazz, saved me from my stalker tendencies by tapping my
shoulder. "Grab your glass and let's dance. You didn't drag me out here
to watch you salivate over some chick you'll never go talk to. Let's go
dance." Jazz never mixed words.
We made our way to the crowded
dance floor, sliding through soft female bodies along the way. I held
tightly to my glass of reisling to prevent a spill. By the time we found
a spot that allowed us a few inches of movement, I had lost track of my
stalkee. I swallowed my disappointment along with a sip of wine and
threw myself into the quick repetitive beat of the reggae music being
pumped from the DJ's speakers.
I closed my eyes. I felt my hips
begin to sway as though they were disconnected from the rest of my body.
I leaned my head back, placing my wine glass to my lips and drained my
glass. I felt someone remove the glass from my hand. I was too involved
with the music to open my eyes. My hips were still moving when the DJ
transitioned to another song. It was hot! I could feel the heat
attacking my body. I reached down to raise the hem of my tank to above
my navel, revealing a lightly muscled stomach and a belly ring.
I
opened my eyes to a smiling Jazz. She was surreptitiously pointing
behind me. I took the hint and executed a quick turn, never missing a
step. Ms Pretty Boi herself was standing behind me with a sly smile on
her face. Jazz started to laugh at my panic stricken face. The thought
of this beautiful stranger watching my swaying ass left me feeling
uncoordinated, clumsy and nervous. I needed another drink.
The bar
was just as crowded as the dance floor. I waited patiently fanning
myself with my hand to get a little relief from the heat floating
through the club. A stool became empty in front of me. A shot of tequila
and another reisling, I told the bartender. She returned quickly with
my drinks. From somewhere behind me a $20 bill appeared magically on the
bar.
"Baby, you didn't get my beer?" The pretty stranger had
managed to squeeze her way to the bar to stand next to me. The bartender
took the money and returned with her beer. I felt my heart beat faster.
I could smell some kind of clean scent radiating from her clothes.
"When
did you tell me to get you a beer?" I looked up into dark eyes framed
by the thickest of eyelashes. That crooked smile again.
"I didn't?
I mean to, but I got distracted by this beautiful girl gyrating in
front of me on the dance floor." She was flirting with me!
"Better get back to her then. I'd hate for you to miss something."
"Only
if the beautiful girl will dance with me." I almost choked on my shot. I
couldn't hide the huge smile that had taken over my face. "Oooh and
she's got dimples too."
She took my left hand, I grabbed my wine
glass with my right and we made our way back to the dance floor. Jazz
clinging one of the stranger's friends. The DJ had changed the mood in
the club by playing slow music with strong beats. Sexually suggestive
music flowed from every speaker in the club. All of the couples looked
as though they were trying to get as close as they possibly could
without getting arrested for indecent exposure.
When we found our
spot, she wrapped her arms around my waist pulling my body against hers.
My free hand rested on her upper arm, gripping the lean muscle of her
shoulder. My other hand was started to resent the wine glass it held. In
one fluid motion, I emptied the glass and once again, it magically
disappeared from my hand.
I slid both of my arms around her neck
and attempted to get closer as our bodies settled into a slow grind. Her
thigh worked it's way between mine as our hips answered unasked
questions. I could feel her hands tighten around my waist. They slid
lower and rested on the tops of my hips. I could feel the pressure of
her thigh rubbing against my pierced clit.
I looked up at her. Her
eyes were heavy lidded, her lips slightly parted. She grabbed one of my
hands and lead me in a quick spin. I stopped with my body facing away
from her. She pulled me against her. Her face rubbed against my neck. I
arched my back and felt her hands grip my hips. I could hear her
breathing heavily.
She scratched the bare skin of my stomach
lightly. I inhaled deeply. Her lips found the most sensitive part of my
neck. I went to turn around, but she held me firmly in place. I reached
behind me to her neck, buried my fingers in her hair and gave a tug. I
turned my head to catch the expression on her face and her lips pressed a
hot trail of kisses from the corner of my mouth to my ear. "Come home
with me."
It wasn't a question. It was a demand. I turned around to face
her, seeing desire in her dark brown eyes, I nodded my head. We took sixty seconds to tell our counterparts our plans and made it to the stranger's car. I still didn't even know her name. In
the ten minutes it took to make it back to her place, nothing had
changed. The electric current surrounding us still remained, growing
denser every time the clock ticked.
As soon as her front door was
locked behind us, she pushed me against the wall. Her hands rested on
each side of my head, trapping me, as if I would try to move. She leaned
towards me, her head slightly tilted. I felt her cheek slide against
mine, her breath hot on my neck. Her lips connected with my shoulder,
moving down to my collarbone. She moved further down, lightly nipping at
the round flesh covered by my tank. She moved further down finally
kneeling before me. I grabbed her by her locs, putting her face where it
craved her.
She tackled the buttons of my jeans easily, kissing
every bit of new skin she exposed. Slowly she undressed me until I stood
before her legs spread wide, bare bottomed. She leaned forward inhaling
my heady scent. She exhaled, covering me with a burst of warm air. I
could feel evidence of my need spilling down my thighs.
She stood.
Sightly smiling, biting her bottom lip. I grabbed a handful of her
shirt and pulled her back against me. "Don't tease me."
She
silenced my demands with a kiss. When my knees started to buckle, she
lifted me. My legs surrounded her, my back against the wall. I heard a
low moan escape from her throat. I felt her hand slide between us.
Her
fingers moved against me easily. My wetness kept her fingers sliding in
slow circles. I could feel my hips imitating the movement, offering her
encouragement. Soft sighs caressed my ears, was that coming from me?
Without
warning, she slid three fingers inside me. I felt my body tense, my
muscles expand and contract. I gasped, she groaned. I felt her fingers
curve, slowly moving down the path my body created for her. Her body
pressed forward, increasing the sensation.
Her other hand was
rubbing slightly against my nipple, I could feel it straining against
the cotton of my shirt. She took the hard pebble between her fingers and
pinched.As the tempo between my legs increased, so did the
pressure. I felt her face against my cheek. I felt her breathing fast
and loud against my hear, "You ready?"
My hips lurched forward. Her
fingers twisted slightly, her finger tips softly grazing that secret
elusive spot. I lost control of my body. She held me while my shaking
turned into small shivers.
I looked at her face, seeing that
familiar crooked smile. "Can we stop pretending to be strangers now? I
really need my girlfriend..." She took my hand and lead me the bedroom
we had been sharing for the last year.
She removed her clothing
slowly, as each article hit the carpet, I was reminded of one of the
passionate nights we had previously shared. She laid on the bed and
opened her arms to me. I removed what little clothing I had left, and
laid on top of her.
Her body was warm. I settled my thigh against
her warmest spot, in awe of the heat and moisture assaulting my skin.
Her hips rose slightly, aiming to decrease the space between us. Without
thought, my hips moved to meet hers.
Her hands squeezed the
fleshy part of my ass, holding me to her, increasing the friction our
bodies made. I leaned down to take a chocolate tipped nipple in my
mouth. I sucked lightly, until she squeezed me harder, urging me for
more suction.
Her breath was coming in short gasps. I felt her
hands on my head pushing it down my body. I opened my eyes and looked at
her face, "Please!" She demanded.
I made a slow trail of kisses
down her body. I stopped on her side to bite the round swell announcing
her hips. I moved to her navel, sticking my tongue inside and sucking.
Lower I went, kissing a trail to her inner thighs. I heard a slight
whimper before she pulled me by my hair to the source of the wetness.
I
licked her. Swallowing all of the juices that flowed around her lips.
Slowly, I massaged circles around her clit, feeling it grow hard in my
mouth. I sucked, maintaining a steady rhythm while lightly licking. I
could feel her body tensing around me, her hips thrusting.
I
turned my head slightly to the side, taking all of her in my mouth. I
increased the pressure from my tongue, flicking quickly. Her legs
tightened around my head, her hands held me in my position. With one hard
thrust, I heard a low moan escape her lips. Her body went limp.
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