Deja Vu

by Willow Ward

  Turning back around to the woman, “Oh. Yes,” Marisa said, laughing it off.

  “Seventeen seventy-seven,” the cashier said, eyeballing the guy.

  Seventeen dollars!

  Marisa reached in her pocket book, pulling out all the money she made from tips tonight.

  She looked at the bag sitting on the counter. Seventeen dollars for one bag. Damn recession.

  The cashier gave her a look as if she had two heads. I mean woman to woman couldn’t she see how fine this man was. Sheesh!

  Marisa held the money out to the cashier, waiting for her to take it.

  She looked at the cashier who was smiling at the man behind Marisa.

  She gave the man a quick glance before looking back to the cashier.

  A man that good looking you couldn't help but notice.

  Marisa rolled her eyes, waiting for the cashier to take the money.

  She had to keep her body forward since her nipples had a mind of their own.

  Marisa tossed the woman a twenty dollar bill as she grabbed her bag, making a sprint out of the store.

  She hightailed out of there so fast she almost dropped the bag.

  As she speed walked out the store, she heard someone yelling.

  She looked back to see the ice cream cutie right behind her. Oh no, please don’t let him follow me.

  As she was looking for a cab, someone grabbed her arm.

  Marisa turned around, twisting her arm free.

  “Hey, I’m not going to hurt you. I just wanted to give you your change you left back there in the store,” he said apologetically.

  He opened up his palm letting her see the money.

  Seeing he was telling the truth, Marisa put her hand out to take the change for it to fall to the ground.

  As she bent down to pick it up she could see him crouch down in front of her. The overwhelming feelings she had before of knowing this man was returning.

  She had to figure out where she knew him.

  Seeing her body become rigid, he stood up. “I’m sorry. I was just trying to help. Like I said I’m not trying to scare you. I just wanted to give you your change.”

  He watched her rise up looking at him cautiously.

  “I’m not going to hurt you. I'm not some stalker who's going to follow you. I just want to—talk to you,” he said quietly. He was just trying to help her out.

  What he should have done was pay for his groceries, hopped in his car and went home but his good nature prevented him from doing that. His good nature or that ass?

  His first impulse when he saw her was to introduce himself and find out her name. His second impulse was to see that ass without those jeans on.

  He wasn’t going to lie, the moment he saw that ass it had him wondering how good it would look bouncing on his dick.

  He stood there waiting for her to say something when he didn't get a response, he picked up his own grocery bags.

  “Since you have your change I’ll let you go,” he said, turning to walk away.

  “Wait.”

  Chapter 4

  Marisa turned in the direction he was walking to.

  She had to apologize to him. This man had been nothing but nice and kind to her and here she was treating him awful. He must think she was the most ungrateful person right now.

  “I’m sorry,” she said as he walked back towards her. “It was nothing personal. It's just late and a girl has to be careful this time of night. Thank you for bringing me my change,” she said shaking her hand, smiling.

  Not knowing what else to say to him, she just stood there staring at him.

  His piercing stare had her sinking fast.

  After what seemed an eternity he reached out to her.

  As his finger brushed her cheek she moved towards him.

  She couldn't believe she was letting a total stranger touch her.

  Marisa closed her eyes, succumbing to his caress.

  It has been such a long time since a man had touched her. Right now she wanted to feel. Feel that gorgeous mouth entwined with hers. Feel his dick moving inside of her making her reach that highest peak she'd been clamoring for such a long time.

  Opening her eyes, Marisa watched as his handsome face lowered to hers.

  She raised her face faintly brushing her lips against his. She teased him by outlining his lips with her tongue.

  She pulled back waiting to see what he would do next. She didn't have to wait long before he was pulling her into his body kissing her into an orgasm.

  Tongues tangled, teeth clashed together as they tried to get as close to one another as possible.

  She grabbed his black hair as he plundered her mouth. She sucked on his tongue showing him what she really wanted to suck on.

  He pulled her hips against his groin so she could feel his cock. He ground his dick against her letting her know he wanted her.

  Feeling his erection against her stomach Marisa moaned. God this is what she wanted. What she needed.

  She moved her hands down to his shoulders, past his back to push up into his shirt to feel his flesh.

  He continued to kiss her as he lifted her off the ground.

  Realizing where they were, Marisa broke off the kiss placing her head on his shoulder.

  “I know we have to stop, but for some reason I don’t want to,” he said into her hair.

  She nodded understanding completely what he meant. She didn’t want him to stop either, but this was a crazy situation. One, they didn't know one another. Two, they were making out in the parking lot of a convenience store.

  When he lowered her back down, Marisa pushed away from him to pick up her grocery bag.

  “What’s your name?”

  Marisa stood up, shaking her head, “No names,” she said, placing a finger on his mouth.

  He opened his mouth and sucked her finger in. Sliding her finger out of his mouth, “Why no names?” He asked curious.

  “It’s just better that we don’t exchange names,” she said, looking at his mouth.

  Raising his eyebrows, he smiled as he looked at her, “Okay mystery woman. No names. But this could get difficult.” he smiled, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

  “How,” she asked frowning.

  He bent down so he was eye level to her. “Because you won’t be able to shout my name, when I make you cum. And I can guarantee, I will make you cum.”

  Marisa gasp at the confidence and shuddered at the meaning.

  Seeing the desire in her eyes, he stood there waiting for confirmation.

  “My place or yours,” she asked.

  Chapter 5

  When they made it into her apartment, he backed her against the front door.

  He pushed his cock into her stomach so she could feel how hard he was for her.

  Marisa raised her head, trying to kiss his lips. Teasing her he would dip his head within reach of her lips then pull back.

  Getting frustrated she panted, “Stop teasing me.”

  She stood on her tippy toes trying to get a taste of his lips.

  “I’m not teasing you,” he smiled.

  If she only knew how turned on he was.

  He was holding on by a thread.

  He dropped his head to give her a light kiss. As he started to pull back his face, she gave his bottom lip a lick and instantly started sucking on it.

  He started thrusting his tongue into her mouth, taking every moan she made. He couldn’t stop now if his life depended on it.

  He whipped her shirt over her head groaning when he saw her breasts spring free with no confines of a bra.

  Dipping his head he licked a nipple, then drew it into his mouth sucking on it for dear life as he alternated with the other one.

  She was going out of her mind. Her nipples were shining, hard as rocks. Her panties were drenched with her honey sweetness. She was at a point where she couldn't wait to feel his dick sliding in and out of her wet pussy.

  With one arm thrown on the wall beside her head
, he slid his hand down to the button of her jeans.

  Looking in her eyes, he slowly opened the button, sliding the zipper down. He slipped a hand into her pants, dipping his fingers into her panties.

  He swiped a finger between her pussy lips touching her clit. He rubbed his finger up and down her clit until his finger descended to her pussy hole. Her pussy was so wet he couldn’t stop groaning.

  He withdrew his hand pulling down her pants and panties. When she was naked in front of him, he stuck his finger right back into her pussy.

  “Ummm,” He kissed her as he fingered her pussy. “Damn your pussy’s wet and tight,” he said as he started stroking her harder. He couldn't wait to fuck her. “This is what my cock is going to do to you.” He demonstrated by sliding his whole finger in and out of her.

  “Ohhhhh,” Marisa moaned as his finger worked her.

  He pulled out his finger, inserted two, then used his thumb to stroke her clit.

  “Ahhhhh. Sssssss” she continued to moan.

  He continued to stroke her enjoying the view of her trying to catch her breath one moment and panting the next.

  His fingers plunged in and out of her. He could feel her walls start to squeeze his fingers.

  He smiled. She was getting ready to cum.

  She could feel it building and nothing was going to stop it. “Yes, yes, yes!” Marisa said, coming on his fingers.

  He held her up as her body slumped down on him. She never came that hard. She needed a minute to catch her breath.

  When she was fully able to stand, she lowered a hand to his jeans.

  Marisa stroked him through his jeans, outlining the shape of his dick.

  When she heard him groaning she smiled.

  The zipper stuck when she tried to open his pants. When the zipper finally released, she bent over to lick the head of his dick. She stuck out her tongue, repeatedly licking his hole.

  “Damn, that feels good,” he moaned.

  Marisa slithered down to her knees, pushing his pants all the way down.

  She sucked and licked every inch of his dick until she tasted his pre-cum.

  She alternated stroking and sucking him with her hand and tongue. Her mouth worked his shaft like it was a cherry bomb pop.

  He thrust his hands into her long hair. Her mouth was working his cock. He didn't think anything could feel so good.

  “Oh yeah! Just like that,” he moaned his delight.

  He wrapped her hair around his hands as he thrust into her mouth. He was feeding her his cock. “Damn, baby, you taking all that cock in your mouth. Oh yeah. Ah, just like that.”

  He growled as he felt his dick hit the back of her throat. “Damn. Oh shit.” He was about to cum in her mouth.

  He didn’t want it to happen like this. Not their first time.

  With courage he didn't know he possessed, he pulled out of her mouth, helping her stand up.

  Taking a condom out of his wallet, he backed her up against the back of the couch.

  He turned her around, placing his hand on her back.

  “Bend over,” he said rolling on the condom then whipping off his shirt.

  Marisa bent over spreading her legs. She could feel the tip of his penis at her entrance. He worked his dick in slowly.

  “Ahhh,” they both sighed when his dick was fully inside of her.

  The velvet feel of him inside of her didn’t compare to her imagination. When she had him in her mouth he felt good, but having him in her pussy felt so much better.

  He moved slowly in and out of her. The sight of her ass making his cock disappear became fascinating, sexy to him.

  “I wish you could see how good your pussy looks opening for me,” he groaned, grinding his cock slowly in her.

  He stopped moving to see what she'll do.

  She held the back of the couch with one hand, touching his thigh with the other.

  Slowly she moved her walls up and down his length.

  When she got to the head of his penis, she made her ass clap before dropping her pussy down his length.

  “Oh shit. That pussy is fucking me good,” he said groaning.

  He gently pulled her hair back, watching the show.

  She repeatedly worked his dick like that until she felt his movements start up.

  He put one hand on her waist and the other on her shoulder. He pounded her pussy letting his balls hit it ass.

  “Ahhhhh. Fuck my pussy,” she said moaning. “Pound that pussy. Just like that,” she said moving her ass back to his thrust. He was hitting her G-spot. She could feel herself about to cum.

  “Ahhh. Cum for me baby. Are you going to cum for me again?” He asked pounding faster into her.

  She nodded her head emphatically.

  “Good.” He groaned, pumping in and out of her. “That’s it. Cum for me, cum on me,” he said, raising one leg, placing his foot on the couch so he could get deeper penetration.

  “Oh yeah. Oh, oh, oh. You about to make this pussy cum,” Marisa said, holding on to the cushions for dear life. Feeling her walls clamp down hard on his cock.

  They could hear the slapping of their skin as he pounded into her.

  As she screamed out her climax, he looked down to see her honey sweetness coated on his cock.

  Feeling his own climax start, he thrust harder throwing back his head, growling as he released his semen in the condom.

  His body jerked as her walls clamped down trying to get every last drop of his cum. He slouched over her trying to get his heart rate back to normal. He had a hard time pulling out of her when the spasms finally withered away.

  That was better than she expected.

  She glanced over in time to see him removing the condom.

  She handed him a Kleenex to wipe himself off. Marisa's body shuddered as she watch him adjust himself back into his boxers.

  “Are you okay? I was kind of rough, but I didn’t expect it to be—,” he apologized.

  He’d had one night stands before but nothing liked this. The connection was too intense, too powerful. The sex was beyond anything he could imagine.

  This woman drained his dick and he enjoyed every minute of it.

  “I'm good.” Marisa said picking up her clothes.

  Reaching out, he brought her body up against his.

  He knew he had to see her again.

  Lowering his head, he brushed his lips against hers.

  Putting his forehead against hers, “Thank you,” he said looking into her eyes. She wouldn’t know how much he appreciated and needed this.

  He started to leave, but turned around with his hand on the door knob.

  “Is their anyway we could see one another again?”

  “You want to see me again?” Marisa asked, stunned.

  “Why not,” he questioned.

  “Well for one we don't know one another”

  His eyebrow went up.

  “When I picked you up.”

  He gave her a quizzical look.

  “This is coming out all wrong. What I'm trying to say is, I thought this would only be a one night stand,” Marisa said, feeling sleazy as she heard the words coming out of her own mouth.

  Trying to hide his disappointment he nodded. He turned towards the door ready to leave. Something was holding him back.

  He dropped his hand from the door knob.

  Turning back to her, “Look I just moved into the city and I was hoping to make some friends. I think we both know we've established some type of friendship tonight. Why don't we meet tomorrow for lunch,” he said, grabbing and stroking her hand. “Friends eat together,” he said moving his eyebrows up and down, smiling. “What do you say, Friend?”

  She shook her head laughing.

  She usually didn't go for one nights stands, but she couldn't help herself when it came to this man. He was so handsome and sexy. If he was this good out of bed she knew in bed he would be sensational. Just thinking about the way he worked her body made her yearn for a repeat performance.

/>   She searched her mind for a good place to meet him. It would have to be somewhere she didn’t frequent often. She didn't want her sexual Adonis to become a sexual stalker.

  “There’s this cafe on the upper west side called, Cafe Lalo on West 83rd. How about one o’clock?”

  “That would be perfect. See you tomor—,” he looked down at his watch, “See you later today, Beautiful.”

  He bent down giving her a kiss. He whispered good bye in her ear.

  She murmured good bye as she watched him leave.

  With a smile on his face, he got into his car counting down the hours until he saw her again. Remembering something, he reached over into the grocery bag and touched the melted ice cream. Pulling out of the parking space, he wondered if she’ll be willing to share hers later on after lunch.

  Chapter 6

  The moment she’d awaken, she’d been watching the clock like she can mentally make the numbers move faster. She had four hours before she’d see him again. She couldn’t wait.

  Last night he had awaken a monster in her body that had been tamed too long. Secretly she was hoping after lunch they could have another go around of mind blowing sex. One thing she wasn't was a fool to turn down another chance to have multiple orgasms.

  She frowned as she glanced at the clock again. Nine o’clock was that the right time? She felt as if she’d been up forever. Okay she’d admit she was anxious to see him again.

  Most days she couldn’t wake up before noon, today she was up before the crack of dawn.

  She pulled the covers over her head, refusing to look at the clock again.

  Five minutes later she was pulling the covers down to glance at the clock again. “Damn clock.” She still couldn't believe she had sex with a man she basically picked up off the street.

  Once they got started it was no way she could've called a halt. She became a instant fiend.

  She was not a woman to go begging a man for sex, or anything but sex with him was off the charts. Women had to be going back for more. It was just that damn good.

  Needing something to keep her mind off of him, off of sex, she sat up in bed, cutting on the television. Nothing but bad TV, she thought as she flipped through channels with the remote. Every station had a reality show playing on it. She couldn't talk, last night her life had become its own little reality show. She flung the remote, “This is why, I don’t do one night stands.”