by Sophie Pert
I blamed it on the drink and so I took a big swig to put the flames out.
Polishing off my glass I stood up and handed it to him.
“Listen,” I said, “I’m sorry to be such a bother and I really am grateful for everything you’ve done for me. I hate to ask for another favour but I’m freezing in just this towel. Do you think you have anything I could wear?”
I realized then that I was standing so very close to him, that my body had unconsciously chosen this placement. I was on my tip toes but I still barely came up to his chest and so my head was tilted up staring at him. The awkward angle had the side effect of arching my back, and I realized I was basically thrusting my chest out towards him. In the end there was barely an inch between us, and I don’t know what would have happened then and there if I hadn’t realized it and stepped back.
My movement seemed to break him out of a trance, “Oh yeah, sorry come with me.”
He placed the glasses down beside the couch and led me off to the living space off to one side.
In all the time I’d known Ryan we’d always been close, but come to think of it I don’t think I’d ever seen his bedroom before. I’d guessed it was nice, but I’d never been upstairs in his place before.
We walked up the stairs to the catwalk that served as the hallway to his bedroom. His door was painted a deep red, one of the only accents of colour in his apartment and while it stood out it matched the browns and blacks and metal very well.
We stepped into his bedroom and I felt my breath catch in my chest.
If the rest of his apartment was gorgeous this was the next level. It was enormous, with probably the largest bed I’d ever seen in it. Bookshelves lined all of the walls, and there was soft muted lighting that gave the whole room a hazy feel without it feeling dark. In fact it was brightly lit and you could clearly see everything without having to strain your eyes. Which was remarkable considering there was no light in the middle of the room.
That was because there was no ceiling.
Instead of a ceiling there was a massive skylight which took up most of the area and afforded a brilliant view of the sky above. At a glance I would guess that it was the same glass found in the rest of the apartment.
The bedspread was red as well, a velvet looking thing that made me want to just fall into it and be swallowed up whole.
Ryan walked over to one of the walls and pulled a book down, the entire shelf slid to one side, revealing a closet behind it. Walking over and peering in I could see this entire closet was filled with women's clothing.
“Leftovers from ex-girlfriends,” Ryan explained, “Help yourself to whatever you think will fit.”
He stood there, nodding his head like an idiot and staring at me.
I cleared my throat and he seemed to get the message.
“Oh right,” he said, “I’ll give you some privacy. I’ll just be… I’ll step outside.”
I almost had to laugh as he fell over himself to get out of the room. The door closed a bit too loudly behind him.
I turned to the closet and started looking through, trying to find something appropriate.
“So Barb was cheating with the guy next door,” I heard his muffled voice through the door.
“Yep,” I replied absentmindedly, trying to find something that looked like it wasn’t going to be ridiculous.
“Is that the new guy? The one who never returned your chainsaw?” he asked.
“That’s the one,” I pulled out something I wasn’t particularly sure was clothing. It was tiny and shiny and looked like it might cover about an inch of skin. Considering warmth was what I was looking for here I decided against that one.
“What an asshole,” he said definitively.
“Well,” I said, passing on a little black dress that apparently took the little part too far, “At least they can be assholes together.”
At that point I had made it through the club section of the closet and into the section that could only be described as costumes. It seems most of Ryan's dates over the years had left their costumes here for reasons I didn’t want to ask. I was about to skip to the next section of the closet which looked far more comfortable when something caught my eye.
It was a costume an ex of Ryan's had worn a few years back. The way he had described this costume, well he chalked it up as a perfect example of both why they had been together and why they hadn’t worked out.
The costume was a “sexy ninja” and essentially it consisted of stockings, a garter belt, panties, corset that ended just below the breasts, and a bra. All of it was black, all of it was lacy, and it also included a black mask that went over her eyes and a pair of black heels. That was it.
To quote Ryan, “It wasn’t a ninja, it was just a sexy excuse to wear lingerie.”
The way he reckoned it was reason they had been together, because by lord she looked fantastic in it. As for the reason they had broken up, apparently she had no idea what a ninja was or what pretty much anything else was. Still the way he talked about this costume you could tell the way she looked almost made up for any shortcomings.
Laughing a bit quietly to myself I figured we could both deserve a pick me up right about now. So spurred on perhaps by the three drinks in rapid succession I made the executive decision that this was the outfit I was going to wear.
I was immediately worried that I had gotten myself in over my head.
What I did was lay all the clothes out on the bed and start putting them on. Immediately I found I was worried about nothing. It was as if my body knew what to do. Almost automatically it rolled on the stockings, did up the bra. It even knew how to hook the corset in and I was fairly sure I’d never even seen one of those in real life before.
Still it's not as if it was speedy. It took some time to get it all on and the whole time I just heard Ryan awkwardly humming at the door outside.
“Almost done?” he asked as I was putting the finishing touches on the garter belt.
“Not quite,” I responded.
There was a pause and then he called out, “You’re taking a really long time.”
“You just have quite the selection here,” I jokingly shot back.
He just chuckled in response.
I pulled the mask over my eyes, taking a look to make sure that everything was fine. My hair, now dry, cascaded down my shoulders in flowing curls. It’s blonde color really stood out against the black of the outfit but I figured that didn’t matter just for a joke.
The rest of me looked great, really looked the part. I bit my lip slightly, realizing what Ryan had said was correct. This outfit really did accentuate a woman's best features.
I shook my head, my curls bouncing in the air. Then tried to decide the best way to reveal my joke to him.
I settled on hiding in plain sight, standing perfectly still but posed as if I was hiding, really playing into the dumb blonde stereotype.
“Okay,” I called out, “All done you can come on it.”
Ryan walked in and… well to be honest I’m not sure what reaction I was expecting but it definitely wasn’t his eyes becoming saucers and him just struggling to find a word. All of a sudden I wasn’t sure the joke was that funny, but I still felt the need to play into it.
“Oh man,” I said, “You can see me.”
He gulped and replied, “Yeah.”
I broke my pose and stomped my foot like I was disappointed, “Well I guess my ninja costume isn’t working.”
Then I laughed and crossed the room towards him, slapping him playfully on the chest.
He just kept looking shellshocked.
“What,” I asked.
“Nothing,” he responded, too quickly.
“No, not nothing,” I pressed, “What is it?”
“Nothing it’s just, well it’s just you look really hot.”
“Oh fuck you,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Hey sorry,” he put his hands up, “I’m just…”
And then his voice trailed
away and we stood there, awkwardly silent and far too close.
“I’ll go,” he said, turning to leave the room.
I don’t know why I did it, but I reached out and caught him by the arm. He jumped at my touch and I let him go.
“I look hot?” I asked, cautiously.
“Yeah you do,” he responded, too quickly and eagerly. Then he caught himself and was more measured when he continued, “Really hot. Hotter than my ex ever did wearing that.”
“Really?” I said, giggling a bit unconsciously.
I decided then, consciously, to have a bit of fun. I decided to tease him a bit.
I stepped into him so we were almost touching. Looking up at him and batting my eyes I told him, “Tell me more about how hot I look.”
“So hot,” was all he could get out.
Going further, I pressed my body against his, “Hotter than your ex?”
He nodded.
“Do you want me like you wanted her?” I asked, playing my delicate fingers up and down his strong forearm.
“More,” he said.
I reached up and pulled his head down to meet me, closing my eyes I pressed my lips into his. It was impulsive and probably stupid and I didn’t plan it at all.
But I liked it.
Ryan grabbed me, he lifted me up into his arms and held me there as if I weighed next to nothing. Fuck he’s strong.
With a spin he had me secure in his arms and pinned between his muscular body and the bookshelves. I felt the spines of the books and the hard wood of the shelves press into my back. Felt it push against me through the lacy fabric of the lingerie.
His hands were everywhere and so were mine. Pressing and grabbing at each other, feeling each other up with reckless abandon. All thoughts of propriety, all thoughts of who were were. All of them were lost in a passionate haze of desperate need.
With his body pinning me against the shelves his hands were freed to explore me. He ran them up my sides and I felt his strong fingers running over the lace of my corset. He grasped my breasts, pawing at them through the bra.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding myself to him. My hands pressed against his chest, pushing up around his shoulders to wrap around his neck and pull him into me.
Our lips smashed against each other, pressing and pulling at each other with fury. Our tongues slid through parted lips, dancing lightly around one another and feeling the strength of our partner, tasting them.
When his hands slid down to grab my ass, the bare flesh of his palms touching the bare flesh of my cheeks for the first time, I took the opportunity to push him back. I guided him while he held me in his arms. Backwards, towards the bed.
It hit him in the back of the knees and we fell in a giggling tumble. Our laughter didn’t last for long as our furious passion resumed.
Me on top of him, neither of us constrained by gravity. I tugged at his shirt, pulling vainly at the material while his hands insistently kneaded my ass.
Finally I pressed my hands into his chest and pushed off of him. With heaving breathlessness I watched him take me fully in his sight, his eyes hungry like a wolf.
He wanted to devour me.
I grinned like a jackal and pulled the mask from my head. Then I reached behind me and with as much seductive movement as I could muster I unclasped my bra. I let each strap slip off my shoulders one at a time while I held the cups into my full breasts. The flesh of my breasts was nearly spilling over the tops of the cups and I watched his eyes turn wide like saucers.
I let my arms fall to my sides and let my breasts bounce free.
He let out a long sigh, and a look somewhere between excitement and need broke over his face.
“My god your breasts are amazing,” he breathed.
He sat up, his hands sliding from my ass to my hips and up to my breasts. He cupped each of them at the bottom, holding them and turning them up to meet his gaze. His head leaned down and he sucked a nipple into his mouth.
I let out a gasp, throwing my head back at the feeling.
I’d never had anyone play with my nipples before, and the feeling of him sucking at my breasts was unbelievable. That fire inside of me started burning again, and my breath came in ragged gasps as I felt his lips dance from breast to breast, his tongue licking and flicking my nipples, his teeth dragging lightly across the flesh.
I grabbed his head in my hands and crushed him into me, forcing more of my breast into his mouth as he sucked hard.
I needed him to need me, and he was fulfilling that need.
With my hands pulling his head from breast to breast his hands were free to roam. They slid down to grab at my hips and grip there. He moved me, pushing my hips back and forth as he pulled my hot sex down onto him. Despite the layers of clothing between us I could feel his hard cock grind into me again and again.
That need built up further in me as the heat of passion exploded through my veins. I needed him to fill me up, to use his hard muscular body to take me and pound the heat of his desire deep into me time and again and again.
All thoughts of my past, all thoughts of who I was were obliterated in the light of this need. I was no longer Sam the 52 year old man. I was no longer Sam, the soon to be divorced man at the end of his rope. No I was Sam, the young and attractive blonde. I was Sam, straddling her best friend in his bedroom and taking their relationship to the next level. I was Sam, and I was Ryan’s to have.
I needed to be.
I reached behind me with one hand, my fingers daintily unzipping his pants and unbuttoning them, fishing inside for his cock. I felt it in my hands, its’ thick hardness. I pulled it out and let it smack between my ass cheeks. I began stroking it as best I could, letting my hand move up and down its length while pressing it between my cheeks. A groan from Ryan showed I was heading in the right directions.
His moan vibrated my breasts, drawing one from me in return.
I needed more.
I pushed him away from me, my hands pressing into his pecs and pinning him to the bed. He had a look of shocked betrayal, but I knew that wouldn’t last for long.
I spun in place, swiveling around so that I was facing away from him, so he could see the back of me. With slow shimmying movements I slid my ass up his chest while I bent at the waist to press my body against his abs. Until my head ducked down to meet his thick member.
For the first time I found myself face to face with his hard cock, and what a glorious cock it was. It was long and thick, quivering in the air with potent need. His bulbous head glistened in the soft lighting of the room, calling for me to suck it into my mouth. I reached a hand down, wrapping my slender fingers around its base, and popped the head of him into my mouth.
I heard him moan, felt him thrust his hips upwards as his hands grabbed at the sheets on either side and he writhed at the feeling of me taking his thick cock inch by inch into my mouth. I let my tongue bounce lightly off the side of his cock, a staccato rhythm of insistent drumming as I tasted the salty tang of his sweat and his precum. One of my hands held him steady while the other dipped down into his pants to gentle fondle his balls, rolling the two round orbs lightly in my fingers.
I sensed his hands release the sheets and felt them fly to my ass. He grabbed it and tugged it further up his body and then I felt his strong fingers grip the waist of these lacy panties and pull.
With a loud rip he tore them into shreds, pulling them from me and tossing them to one side.
I let his cock pop out of my mouth, pressing my mouth against the side of his thick member and moaning the word, “Naughty.”
Anything else was cut off as I felt his tongue plunge into my drippingly wet slit. He tasted my folds, his flexible and strong tongue delving deep inside of me as I moaned against his cock and he pulled my ass further and further onto his face. He couldn’t get enough of me.
I pulled him back into my mouth, my speed increasing as I concentrated on bobbing on his cock while trying to ignore the insistent pounding beating out betw
een my legs and behind my ears. When he withdrew his tongue and set to work flicking it quickly over my clit I had to stop, his cock half buried in my mouth, and moan loudly. The vibrations made him moan in turn, making my entire lower half numb with the overwhelming sensation of being eaten out by him.
We both knew what happened next.
He moved with a force borne of sheer will and need. I couldn’t make sense of what was happening, just a sense of being in the air and falling, until I found myself bouncing on my back on the bed. He must have picked me up and thrown me into position and I giggled as I watched him strip off his shirt and pull off his pants.
Standing before me at the end of the bed I watched him disrobe with one hand lightly pinching my nipples while the other ran circles around my clit. My laughter faded, replaced with heaving breaths and smoky eyes as I saw his body revealed before me.
My god he was gorgeous.
He had the body of a greek god, the ones whose forms were so perfect and so desirable that statues were made to forever preserve the memory of their perfection. Even his abs had abs. There didn’t seem to be an inch of fat on him and all of my suspicions were proven true. He had enough muscle to do whatever he wanted to me, to take me however he wanted, to pound his pleasure and his need into me.
He was gorgeous and so was I.
We were perfect for each other.
He climbed onto me, sliding up between my legs as his lips placed kisses all along my body. My calves, my thighs, my sex, my stomach, my breasts, my nipples, my collarbone, my neck, my ear, my mouth.
We connected and our tongues danced with passionate abandon once more while his hands gripped my hips and held me still, my dripping sex so achingly close and yet so tantalizingly far from his thick, quivering cock.
He spun me around so I was lying on my front.
My body moved unconsciously, my ass raising up to ease his passage.
As he grabbed my asscheek with one hand, his other holding his cock. I grasped the pillows with both hands and threw a glance over my shoulder. I watched him, his whole body one tense quivering mass as he stared down and lined up the head of his cock with my dripping pussy.