*This is the longest story I have, and it’s cut down quite a bit.*
Night was barely falling in the hot dry heat of my hometown. I was relieved that I had put on a sundress at the last moment before leaving my parent’s spare bedroom. The slight breeze tickled my cleavage and wafted into the open skirt of the navy blue dress, dotted with tiny flowers in shades of gray and blue. I was only visiting a week, and had run into an old friend, Tom, who immediately invited me to a barbeque at his house. I was a little unsure, considering it had been 8 years since I had last seen any of the people that would be there.
Familiar faces swirled about me, asking questions on my life, job, etc. Tom helping me remember everyone and trying to include me in the conversations. There was one man there, I did not recognize, and he appeared to be a friend of everyone. I stared, trying to place him, only barely concealed by the glass I held to my mouth. I took him in completely, jeans, sky blue button down shirt, cap, boots. I could see his sideburns were a light reddish color, a weeks worth of beard across his jaw and square chin. His smile was wide and infectious. I stepped out of the throng of people surrounded me, his eyes finally finding mine. The smile wavered a little, before he put it firmly back in place. He dislodged from his group some, coming closer to me. I set my glass on the railing of the deck, I felt him approach, prickles of apprehension racking my body. When I turned to face him, I still couldn’t figure out who he was. All I knew was the attraction pulsing within me, urging me to smile and tuck a strand of chestnut hair behind my ear.
“Could I get one of those?” He motioned to the cigarette in my hand.
“Sure.” Still smiling, composure waning, as I passed it to him, fingers brushing. The cigarette between his lips, one hand cupping the end. The flame lit and made his face more visible. I knew him somehow… I stood in a stupor as he took the first drag, then flicked the ash.
“How have you been Quinn?”
My forehead pinched as my eyes looked at him curiously.
“I’m sorry, I just can’t seem to place you. I feel as if I should, but my mind is a little weak at the moment.” I tipped my head to indicate the cold glass beside me.
“Wow, what a bitch you are still. It’s Matthew. Matt.” His smile was gone, instead two hard lines of lips pressed together.
“Seriously? Call me a bitch, when I never did a thing to you. You’ve only treated me with disgust since I met you.” My jaw had dropped at his admission. I couldn’t believe this man I had been lusting over all night, was Matt. Or Matthew now apparently. I felt fifteen again, cowering under his cruelty. I walked away, into the house and closed the bathroom 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.
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.