There you were on the other side of the door. Smiling widely at first sight. Your top shirt buttons undone, relaxed you walked in. The light was on, yet dim near the door. I was barefoot, boy shorts peeking from under my satin cami. You lightly grasped the hair framing my face, twirling your fingers through the strands. Leaning in, your lips brushed my cheek in shy greeting. Visibly arrested my skin pebbled at the moment of contact.
I ran my fingers along the collar of your shirt, then down to the first confined button. They deftly worked each button open, memorizing the feel of your body on my way down. Tugging your shirt out of your pants. The smooth leather of your belt sliding free of each notch. As I got your pants undone, your fingers trailed my neck down to the satin covering my breast, my nipple already hard as your finger found it over the tank. We stood for a moment just staring, your pants gone, shirt open.
You reached for the back of my neck, pulling me to you, lips finding. Mouths open, hot and scorching. You kissed me thirsty with need. Our bodies pressed together, you found the bottom curve of my ass, your thumb stroking, hand grabbing. I strained against you, the evidence of your desire apparent. My body shook, ready, wanting. You pulled my shorts off, and knelt to kiss my nipple over the tank. Leaving a wet mark, and my mouth sighing.
Unable to take any more, the rest of our clothes discarded. The city lights were twinkling outside the huge window. You turned me around to look out, standing behind me. Your body curved into mine, mouth close to my ear, “How many people do you suppose are watching?”
I couldn’t answer, my ass grinding against you, wanting you to know, I was ready. You moved in me with ease, hard and silky. My hand found balance, open flat pressed to the window pane. I could barely catch my breath as your hands gripped my hips, then my breasts. I reveled in the feel of your body, hot with lust, meeting mine with each thrust.
The other people in the room were slipping out the door, after thirty minutes of torment and months of control, I finally lost myself. Looking him straight in the eye, the words dropped out before I could stop myself, “I want..”
Pausing from fear, unsure. He looked at me, curious of what I was trying to say. I licked my lips and tried again, “I want, to tell you something. Though maybe I shouldn’t.”
His head made a slight nod, “You can tell me.”
In the space of that sentence he had moved towards me. My fingers fidgeted, heart thumping, stomach clenching. “I dreamt of you last night.”
“What was I doing?”
“I barely remember, just that you and I were in your truck.”
Certain there was more than that, his fingertips brushed my cheek, sliding to tuck the hair behind my ear. He bent slightly, his mouth close to my ear. “I have a secret. Can I trust you?”
“Yes.” The words coming out on a whisper, ruffling his hair with my breath. A strong hand settled above my hip, our bodies almost touching. I stood boneless and still, anticipating his words, imagining that his eyes were flecked with fire.
“I want you. Badly. Underneath me, face to face. Heated skin, losing your breath.”
Pangs of desire flowed throughout my body, my hands gripping his shoulders. Wanting to respond and not able to find the words. His thumb stroked my side, the rest of his fingers digging in. His lips pressed just below my ear, onto my jaw, until we were looking right at each other.
“But we don’t have time for that today do we? We will.” With that promise he pulled me against him, lips searing mine, tongues searching, bodies aching.
I stood in the opposite row of shelves to him. Leaving me only the sight of his jaw through the cracks. I pondered if I could slip my hand through and lightly run my index finger across the bristled skin. I was left bereft in wondering if his eyes were turning my way also. Stock still I stayed even as I watched him move away for the opening, his body stalled blocking my way out, my stomach fluttered and clenched. The slight sound of his boots getting closer, my lips parting, panties damp. A piece of hair fell onto my face, making a crescent moon around my eye, as I looked up at him. Body so close I could smell his cologne, with one small move his belt buckle pressed into my stomach, cold and hard against my thin dress and feverish body. His mouth met mine in the urgency of the moment, hands reaching up my dress. His fingers pushed my panties to the side, the evidence of my desire slick on his swirling fingertips. I clutched the side of his shirt in my fist, caressing him over his pants with my other hand. Our arms rubbing against another in the frantic need. Both knowing it wasn’t the moment to completely satiate our wants, taking what we could right then. I shuddered against his body, meeting his tongue with mine one last time. His lips pressed mine in a chaste kiss as his hand fell away from under my dress. Face flushed, I took my things and left with one last smile over my shoulder at the door..
Damn, why does he keep walking into my line of vision? Someone is going to see me looking. He’s going to see me looking. Shit, shit, shit he just looked right at me. I told everyone under the veranda I’d be right back. I was at a festival with some friends. I made my way past the food venders onto the lush green grass. The barely there jeweled sandals I was wearing allowed the grass to tickle my toes. I had on a pale green sleeveless cotton dress that matched my eyes. Large black sunglasses framed my face, while my dark brown hair spread across my shoulders in loose waves. I took some deep breaths trying to shake him out of my head. He was a total stranger, I did not even know his name. I had seen him a couple of times, but he was everywhere at the festival. I approached the large public bathrooms, happy to get a little air conditioning. I walked to the mirror and looked in. I need to quit thinking about this. It’s ridiculous. A woman came up beside me to wash her hands, I smiled briefly at her as she left. Still standing with my hands on the sink, I heard the sound of the door again. Then the click of the lock. I glanced into the mirror and there he was, behind me.
He had on somewhat baggy cargo shorts, a t-shirt showcasing his lean muscled arms. And the requisite baseball cap. Short hair peaked out of the bottom of the hat, making a little flip. My mouth opened to speak, but he spoke first as I whirled around.
“I saw you.”
“You couldn’t quit staring. You like what you saw?”
I paused. “Yes.”
“Are we alone?” He looked around.
“I think so.”
“I liked what I saw too. Turn around.”
I put my back to him, and could feel him come close to me. I could barely see his face in the mirror, as he was directly behind me and I am somewhat tall. He reached around and felt my breast through the thin dress. My nipple hardening under the touch .
“Bend down.” He said with a light shove to my upper back.
I complied, leaning down, with my hands bracing myself on the edge of the sink. He bent over me and touched a small kiss to my neck. His hands moved under my dress, and slid under the strings on the sides of my panties. He pulled them down and they fell satiny on my feet. He touched me to see if I was ready. I was. Throbbing and wet as his fingers slid inside of me then rubbed my clit. His hips were pushing at my ass, tight against him. I pulled my dress up to my stomach with one hand and felt that he had undone his shorts. He was ready for me. Hot and hard. I leaned over the sink a little more, pushing my ass further into him. He slid inside me then, rock hard and smooth. We both moaned as he made his way the full length. He went slowly at first, savoring the moment. Building up the speed until he was completely pounding into me. He had his hands on my ass, riding me with abandon. My breasts were bouncing back and forth until I grabbed one with my hand massaging it roughly. I looked into the mirror at him staring back at me.
“You like that? You like your tits?”
“Yes I love it. I love my tits.”
“Do you like my dick all the way in you?”
“Your dick feels so good in me. I love the way you’re hitting my ass.”
As if to punish me, he slowed. He leaned forward onto me, still in me. He took hold of my chin and a little roughly twisted my head towards the side. His face was in mine, and he enveloped my mouth in an aggressive wet kiss. I bit his lip and slid my tongue along the inside of his mouth. He sucked on it, then released it back to me. His hands moved around to my front and pinched my hard nipples tightly. He then ravaged my shoulder, his teeth sinking in while his mouth pulled. I couldn’t stop from moaning loudly.
“Do you want me to pound you again?”
He moved in me with renewed vigor, hips hitting so hard I was sure to have bruises the next day. He took my hair and twisted in his hand, pulling my head back a little. The pain was so exquisite, and he so perfectly filled me to the core. I came with a scream, clutching the sink, trying to keep balance as my ass pushed back against his rhythm.
“Good girl. Now it’s my turn.”
He slammed into me again, and again, until I felt a shudder rack his body. His grip loosened my hair, it cascading towards my face. After a moment, he pulled out. I was shaky and a little unsure. He grabbed a paper towel for me to clean myself. I quickly adjusted my dress and headed for the door. I glanced back at him one last time, “This didn’t happen, okay?” I said. I didn’t wait for an answer as I opened the door, it slamming shut behind me. Stepping into the warm summer air.
I pulled the window screen out of the backseat of my car and headed into the store. It was the end of summer, still so warm I kept the windows open at night. The little heels on my pointy boots clicked along the tile floor of the store, alerting him of my presence. Steven managed the store, and was there almost every time I went in. He was dressed in tight jeans that his ass filled out perfectly. His cell phone bulged against the front pocket. A plain heather gray shirt and black boots completed the look. His gray blue eyes connected with mine immediately. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
“What did you tear up now trouble?”
“One of my screens has a little rip in it. I either need a new one or this one fixed.”
“Let’s see it Quinn, can‘t trust ya with anything.”
He took it from me, looked at the rip, and let out a laugh.
“I can fix it. Come on over here with me.”
I trailed behind him to a room in the back, trying to stop myself from smiling. There were no other customers in the store and the workers were busy putting away some new product. He started working on it, as I leaned in next to him to watch. My hip was very close to his and I could feel the heat radiating off of his body.
“Is it a pretty easy fix?” I asked.
“Oh yeah, it will just take me a few minutes.”
Pent up frustration was seeping out of my nails thrumming on the table. I wanted him so badly. I wanted to feel his lips against mine. His mouth hungry for all I could give. I had been keeping in it so long.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, just a little awkward.”
“Awkward? Why would that be?” His head tilted in confusion.
I couldn’t hold it in any longer. Next I knew, my fingers wrapped around his bicep. His eyes moved to my hand, realization dawning.
I could barely make out a “yes”, so I added a nod just in case.
“I knew I had a reason for calling you ‘trouble’.” Eyes sparkling.
He turned his body to face me the rest of the way. Hesitantly his strong hand slid beneath my hair to rest on my neck. I pressed into him and lips touched lips. It started almost chastely, but as his mouth opened to mine I grabbed onto his waist. The small of my back hit the table. I leaned a little and he followed, not allowing my body to leave his. His hands found my breasts, pulling them out of my bra, nipples burning for his touch. His teeth scraped along my shoulder. Tip of tongue making circles on my pale skin. He pulled back for a moment, looking me directly in the eyes.
“I’ve been thinking about this for months.”
“Me too. Ever since May.”
“Exactly the same. That day, at the park.”
“Yes. I couldn’t keep myself from looking at you. Then and anytime after.”
“I had to stop myself.”
In a mass of urgency I undid his pants, pulling him out. Wrapped in my palm, thumbing the tip. He let out a little groan against my neck and found the end of my skirt. His hands slipped underneath, rough against smooth thigh. Pushing my skirt up from the inside. He lifted me by the hips barely onto the table. My thighs straddled him, squeezing him closer. He pushed my black mesh and lace panties to the side, giving him access. He swirled my clit until he had to put his other hand over my mouth to catch the sounds.
I lifted up for a heated kiss, as tongues caressed one another, he found me. I hooked my hands around his neck. Back arching as he moved in me. My thighs found the rhythm of his hips, urging him on. I stifled a cry, his hands pulling me closer still. I pressed a kiss on his lightly rough jaw. Fingertips stilled on my back, pressure from each as he came. We stayed in that intimate hug, each face in the others neck as we tried to catch our breath.
“Steven??” An employee from out front. All that had needed done was complete.
*This is only the second story I wrote.*
We were pale skin against matching skin
My pink lips pressing a small kiss
to the tip of his strong freckled nose
I raise my body above his
His scratchy chin resting atop my breasts
Knees hug ribcage
Firm yet pliant
His hands roam my backside
Sliding in gentle motion
From shoulder blades
Creeping down to thighs
I held myself barely still
Aching for more
Running fingertips through cropped hair
My body holding no longer
Gliding my hips to meet his
Connecting sweet bliss
My mouth pulled to his
Quick and demanding
Breasts tickled in his light chest hair
Holding onto me still
He pulled us both sitting erect
My legs wrapped around him
Heels ground into bed covers
His hand found my hair
Twisting and gripping
So hard my neck
Eyes met just a moment
Before he ravaged my neck
His teeth making their way
From the base
To ear lobe
My gasps roughing his hair
Against my lips
Fingernails finding biceps
The waves crashing inside
My eyes fluttered
To find his
Slightly crinkle at the edges
While his lips slowly upturned
Relief in the release…
She awoke to find him
Bare body against hers
His chest pressed to her face
Smelled of soap and man
The glow of city lights
Invading the gaps between curtains
Set a golden feel about the room
Otherwise encased in shadows
He set his lips to her forehead
As her hands roamed his lean back
And pert bottom
His long body slid over hers
Her legs eased up to welcome
The invasion not aptly named
Deliberate slow strokes
He held himself above her
Muscles straining in arms
So near her face
Her hips rose and fell
In time with his
Nails into his lower back
Reveling in the soothing voice
Beckoning her to the edge
As he filled her
The void was complete
Burning and clenching
Her back arched to meet him
Hip to hip
Chest to breasts
Her fingers clutched
His ruffled hair dark as night
His mouth branding her
With a searing kiss
His hand gripped her bottom
Her cries barely audible
Against his mouth
In the calm dark night…
Some of you know that I’ve been writing short stories for a couple of months. I only have a handful of stories at this point, and can’t promise that it will be in perfect form. BUT- I think I’m ready to share. I wrote this yesterday, comments and feedback most welcome.
We were to meet at a sleek restaurant downtown. Just have some drinks and get a feel for the situation. She and I had known each other for a couple of months, and shared some secret fantasies. My hands shook with nervousness as I pushed open the door to go inside. The restaurant was dark, but what little light was reflected off of the silver panels hanging in the room. I went to the host and discovered she had arrived before me. He led me to her table, she sat with her shimmery golden legs crossed. Her naturally black hair smooth and straight hanging over her full breasts.
“Quinn, you look great!” She took and kissed my cheek with an embrace.
“Hey Mari, you look beautiful as always.” I replied as I sat in the cushy chair. The waiter reached us and Mari ordered our drinks, a chardonnay for herself, looking to me as she requested a Jameson with Sprite and lime for me. I nodded yes in the affirmative.
“So how have things been?” She asked.
“Good, busy as fuck. You?”
“Busy too at work, dodging men at all costs.” She laughed.
It was no secret that I found her beautiful, even with some envy. Buried deep in that envy, there was also a strong attraction. I had never been so mesmerized by a woman in my life, it didn’t surprise me that men were beating down her door. Our drinks arrived, I took my first sip, noticing her glancing at me under her ebony lashes. My hair had cooperated tonight, curling in large chestnut waves, framing my face and falling across my pale shoulders. I had on a dark charcoal sheath, with a lace overlay. Open toe black patent mary-jane pumps, black jewel drop earrings. My light green eyes catching her amber ones, smiling with an appreciation.
Mari began to tell me of the men currently harassing her mind.
“There’s this one, fuck, he’s hot, but I know he’s a complete asshole. I have to mentally slap myself to stay away! Sometimes I think it would be easier to just to be with my friends and keep my distance from the jerks I bring my way.”
“You don’t deserve to be treated like shit, I would wait, and see who comes along.” I reached out and put my hand over hers. “It’s just a waste of someone like you, anyone would be happy to have you.”
There are probably many women having a similar conversation around the world, but I’m sure not many had the underlying tension that was making my foot tap on the hard floor. I wondered if she knew what I was thinking… Legs wrapped together, breasts pressing each other.. Maybe she heard my thoughts, “Quinn, let’s go to my apartment and relax there, without all of this craziness going on around us.”
Wow. “Sure. We can have some drinks and hang out.”
When we got to her apartment, we were both slightly buzzed from the drinks at the restaurant. She looked around a little nervously, so cute in strapless black minidress.
“I’ll get us a drink.” She said, smiling.
“Sounds good.” I followed her into the little modern kitchen. She turned with glasses in hand, and looked up to me. I was a good 5 inches taller than her little petite body. She reached out and twirled one of my curls around her fingers.
“You’re really incredible yourself, you know that right?”
“I try to tell myself that..” A flush rose high on my cheeks.
“You have incredible legs. I wish I was as tall as you.”
“No! You’re so great proportioned. Tiny with big boobs.” I laughed a little.
“You know the boobs are what men always want first, but yours are pretty good sized too.”
I looked down at mine, they had always been my pride, other than my eyes. Then, standing right there in the middle of her kitchen, she grabbed my hand and put it on one of her breasts.
“It’s not a big deal, feel them. Can I check out yours?” I had never seen this side of Mari, and with shock, I was estatic.
“Yes, go ahead.” We stood there face to face, groping each other. I cupped one of hers, spilling out of my hand. They were firm and luscious. Only momentarily distracted as she ran her fingers across mine and found the nipple. Her thumb stroked it over my dress, and it puckered instantly to her touch. I started to pulse, wondering if she felt the same.
“Do you want to get in my Jacuzzi?” She asked me, still fondling my breast.
“Okay. I don’t have anything to wear though.”
“Oh, it’s just us girls, let’s not wear anything.” There was a glint in her eyes. She led me to the bath, both still fully clothed. Bent over, she turned on the knobs to get the water going in the huge tub. Her ass was on full display in her tight dress. Fully rounded to perfection. She turned to find me looking at her over the rim of my glass, I giggled in the nervousness.
“Let’s get out of these clothes. Put your foot on the edge.”
I did as she asked and she unbuckled one shoe. Sliding it off of my foot. Lowering that foot to the floor, I put up the other. She kicked her pumps off and turned her back to me.
“Could you unzip me? It’s on the side.”
I found it, under her arm, running next to her breast. When it was unzipped, the side of her breast showed. I ran one finger down it. She let the dress fall to the floor, and stood in nothing but a wide lace thong.
“Okay, your turn.” I felt her fingers on my back, and she pulled my zipper down. She leaned forward and pressed her lips in the center of my back. My whole body shivered. I removed my dress the rest of the way, and turned to face her. Breasts revealed, ass tight in boy shorts. I looked at Mari.
“Those panties are very cute.”
“Thanks, I really like yours too. Your ass is fucking great.”
I had to catch my breath at her admission. I reached between us, and slid a finger into the side of her thong. Edging it down her hip, my finger between the lace and her skin. The panties met the area where her legs slimmed and fell to the floor. Her hands found my ass and she squeezed, pulling me closer to her. She moved to her knees and nipped at me over my panties. She slid her hands into the backside, inside the panties, skin on skin. Pulling them all the way off. Her face right in my area, she pressed a kiss to my clit. I pushed into her, and her tongue came out and flicked the spot. I slid my hands into her hair, supporting her head. She pulled away after a minute, and looked up into my eyes hazy and heavy.
“I think the tub is ready.”
I stepped over the edge and sunk into the hot water. My breasts buoyant at the surface. Mari got in at the other side, and wrapped her legs around my waist.
“Is this okay?” She asked lightly.
I barely managed a breathy yes.
Leaning forward, I set my lips to hers. Gentle at first, then heads tilted, mouths opened. Our tongues tentatively touched, sparking a wave of desire overwhelming. As we kissed, our breasts swirling in the water, nipples touched. I had to feel her. Grabbing at her back and pulling her fully on my lap. Groins pressed together, she moved around and up and down. Our clits creating friction against each other. I reached between, and rubbed her with my index and middle fingers. She broke the kiss, to come against my hand. Her head thrown back, the tips of her hair succumbing to the water.
“Mmmm.. Let’s take care of you. Sit on the tub.”
I perched on the tub, one hand behind me to support. Her mouth found my breast, sucking and lightly biting. Still in the bath, she crouched between my legs. Tongue trailing down my stomach, opening me up and lapping at my clit. She slid a couple fingers inside me, and made a ’come here’ motion. I gasped and found her breast. Massaging it as she finished me off, moaning and bucking at her face.
We got out of the tub completely, and toweled each other off. She pressed a kiss to my lips.
“Let’s take a nap.”
We laid in her bed, facing each other, legs entwined. Breasts scant centimeters away, our hands enveloped between our heads. We slept.
She could barely tell of his body
Hidden under the wintry layers
But the slight looseness of his jeans
Showcased a full perfect roundness
His eyes smiled to her
Under old fashioned eye glasses
While lips moved to do the same
Something hidden but yet revealed
Beneath sooty lashes stark against
His hand reaching out
The side of his finger running the length
Elbow to wrist
Her tongue moistening lips in reply
She tentatively found the zip of his coat
Sliding it down,
Hands grazing stomach to pecs
To shoulders and off his arms
Her hands upon him
He could wait no longer
Desperate for the feel of her against him
He pulled her close
One hand on the small of her back
The other cups her cheek
Finger caressing her jaw
Her head tipped back
To hold his steady gaze
His full and heated
Hers berry tasted of mint
Tongues slow dance
She pulsed for him
As he finally reached inside
Filling to the brim
Discovering every hidden crevice
Moving in tandem to the kiss
Releasing them both
While never losing grip.
As I stepped out of the room,
head down, I crashed directly
into his chest.
The hallway was dark, but it was him.
Since our last escapade,
there had been no words spoken,
Being so close was torturous agony.
The bar was pulsing,
low heady bass lines
vibrate the walls lightly.
The enclave barely lit,
he took hold of my upper arms.
Steering me deeper into a corner
no one could see.
Lips parted to speak,
before a sound could escape
his mouth covered mine.
whiskey tasted and fueled.
nipples hardening as my breasts pressed into him.
Our tongues woven in desperate frenzy.
Wrap a leg around his waist,
Gray satin covered heel
pressing just above his jeans.
Black chiffon bunched between us,
as he held onto me with one hand.
His other tugging the top of my dress,
to allow his mouth to dip inside for a taste.
My hand cradled his head,
fingers stroking dark hair specked with age.
He expelled a breath,
floated hot and rushed against my neck.
——— I wrote this after my post earlier. It had started as a story, which I felt was complete crap. So I went through and turned it into poem. 🙂 Radiohead definitely motivated me.