The Seamstress (An Erotic Love Story)

by Vanessa Lovecraft

  “How long has it been, Andre? How long has it been since you’ve had your cock sucked?” She couldn’t believe how slutty she sounded, but she couldn’t help it either. She didn’t wait for an answer. The tip of his dick found its way inside of her mouth. Her tongue swirled around it before taking it deeper. Deeper. As deep as it can go. Andre’s moans were that of pure ecstasy. Loud. Unadulterated. He ran his hands though her hair. Hold it back. Hold it…can’t! Without warning, he shot his warm, silky load inside of her mouth. She expected it to be bitter, but it was actually sweet on her tongue. She looked up at him as she swallowed every last drop.

  “Done already?” She said with a pout, but as she stroked his shaft, she realized he was harder than he was before. Unbelievable.

  “Not yet. Stand up.” He helped her to her feet, and led her to the couch, onto which he pushed her with a playful dominance. Alicia lifted up her legs as Andre slid her panties off from underneath her tight dress. “Let me ask you, Alicia. How long as it been since you’ve had your pussy ravaged?” He asked with a lustful smile.

  “Never.” It occurred to her in that moment that every man she’d ever been with was never very skilled when it came to foreplay. Always too selfish for oral. Either that, or straight up refused to do it.

  When she told him this, he immediately pressed his face between her thighs. Andre’s tongue glided systematically between the lips of her pussy, and worked its way slowly to her clit. She was so sensitive—the feeling so amazing—that her whole body began to convulse. Her hips moved on their own, gyrating against Andre’s face, which only brought her closer to the edge. She moaned louder than she had ever done before, which, to both of their surprise, sounded more like a scream than anything. But Alicia didn’t care. In fact, her lack of control only turned on Andre more.

  He stopped to take his shirt off. Alicia could only stare with lust-filled eyes as he revealed his chiseled body to her. Everything about him was so perfectly proportioned, that he was reminiscent of a Greek god. The subtle veins in his chest, the trimmed bush, his monstrous, throbbing manhood—she couldn’t wait any longer. The straps of her dress fell around her shoulders, but before she could take it off, Andre flipped her over, and lifted the bottom of her dress over her butt. Alicia reflexively arched her back, and as soon as she did, Andre teased her plump, wet pussy with his stiff penis.

  “I can’t believe…” I can’t believe how sexy you are, is what he wanted to say, but his words turned to animalistic grunts as he slid into her tight love tunnel. The walls of Alicia’s vagina squeezed around his shaft as he thrusted with his whole range of movement. Her eyes rolled backwards as waves of pleasure drowned out the world around her. It was so intense, she felt as though she was going to pass out.

  Eventually her dress found its way to the floor, and Andre’s hands magnetically gravitated toward her supple breasts. As he pounded her—just like that. Not too fast, just perfectly—he pinched and teased her nipples, which sent Alicia into a state of infinite bliss. Her arms buckled from underneath her; she dropped slightly, causing Andre’s cock to massage her g-spot at the perfect angle. Every single time he glided in and out, in and out, she whimpered with ecstasy.

  The g-spot. She’d never been able to find it on her own. Even through the years of delicate masturbation and multiple boyfriends, it had never even been close to being discovered. And now, in that moment, it was as though Andre had unlocked something inside of her. She never knew what real pleasure felt like. Intimacy had taken on a whole new meaning, and sent her to heights she didn’t know were possible to reach. Heights she didn’t even know existed.

  “Fuck, Andre…” He knew she was about to cum, so he slowed his pace—wanted to make it last. His stamina was impressive, and it was by far Alicia’s longest fuck session she’d ever experienced (although, it was a stretch to even refer to her previous times as “sessions,” more like one-sided disappointments, comparatively speaking).

  Andre laid back, and sprawled himself out on her microfiber couch. When she turned around, he tried to capture every square inch of Alicia’s naked beauty, but it was far too much to take in all at once. Her eyes were what caught his attention the most. Glazed over. Saturated with love. A desire for more. I need more. She became fixated on his throbbing erection as she crawled over to him, and pressed her bare chest against his.

  Lips locked. Andre teased her once more by denying her immediate penetration. He wanted her to beg for it, but Alicia decided to flip the script on him. Right before she guided him inside of her, she stopped, and moved it behind her ass. Andre perked up, and shot her a naughty stare. He knew exactly what she was doing, but still, he could not control his own desire to have her pussy consume every inch of his sensitive dick.

  “Hgn, not yet Andre. I want you to tell me how much you want it. How much do you want this tight pussy?” She reached around, and began stroking his rod ambitiously.

  “Now.” The only word he could muster from his short, lust-filled breaths. “Now, Alicia.”

  His wet lips kissed her breasts as he slid inside, and moved with her body like the rippling waves of the ocean. Andre’s masculine musk amalgamated with that indescribable cologne he wore, which pulled Alicia’s nose to his chest. She inhaled deeply, tickling the last of her senses that had yet to be pleased. Sight, touch, sound, smell. Everything coordinated so well, it made her feel like she was transcending her physical body altogether. All that remained was the spiritual him and her: two souls dancing together with effortless finesse, their only destination was that of nirvana itself.

  They both reached their breaking points simultaneously. Andre pulled out, and shot his hot load onto her stomach as Alicia doubled over in an orgasmic eruption, which made her legs shake uncontrollably. They looked at each other with expressions of awe, as if to say, how was that even possible? And truly, there seemed to be no rational answer. Or was there? Her cyclical infatuation with uninspired men; the one night stands with women who only wanted him for his money. Love was the variable that was always missing. Genuine love. And after their heads caught up with their exhausted psyches, they both realized it. But it was not explicitly stated. Words couldn’t accurately explain their feeling for each other, nor were they needed in that moment.

  An ethereal feeling permeated the air around them as Andre slowly moved himself from the couch.

  “I’m going to hop in the shower, if you don’t mind.”

  “Let me join you.” She said, without hesitation.

  6

  They found themselves wrapped in each other’s arms the next morning. Had Andre not been there when Alicia awoke, she would have assumed that the previous night was nothing more than a lucid dream. Quite honestly, she still had trouble believing it as she snuggled closer to her lover. Waking up to someone who had genuine feelings for her made Alicia feel protected. Needed. It was another range of emotions that she had never experienced before. Andre—my god, it was amazing how much a single person could change her life in such a short period of time. This was destined to be, she thought, as she looked up endearingly at his sleeping face.

  She wanted to remain lost in the warm covers forever, but she dashed out of bed when she heard the front door open. Down the stairs she went, until she ran into Anna.

  “Well I see he spent the night. He’s in my parking spot, and…oh my god.” She scanned the disastrous living room, which looked like it had been ransacked by wild animals. Anna rushed over to the table and lit her sandalwood candle. “Wow, you guys had quite a night. I can literally smell the sex. He still asleep?”

  “Yeah.” Alicia said with a shy tone.

  “Lucky, lucky. I tried to get Rachel to have some of her guy friends over last night, but she refused. Do you know how long it’s been for me, Alicia? This scene here…” She made a frame with her fingers, which she pointed at the ruffled couch, “It’s inspiring. Motivating. Think Mr. Perfect has any friends I can borrow?”

  “I think I’m in love, Anna.”
/>   Her mouth dropped open. “Not that word. Have mercy, Alicia, not that word!”

  “It’s different from what Tom and I had. Different than any of my past relationships. And he actually loves me back. We haven’t outright told each other, but last night…I just know, Anna. I can’t describe the feeling.”

  “Holy shit.”

  “What?”

  “You mean it. The way you just said that to me. I’ve never heard you talk like that before.”

  “Of course I mean it!”

  The stairs creaked as Andre sleepily stumbled down them, and when he came into view, Anna’s eyes latched onto his naked body.

  “Morning Ali…shit!” He ducked behind her curtain when he realized Anna was in the room, but she’d already gotten a full show. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were here.”

  “Oh, don’t be sorry. Excuse me while I go think a few things over in my room.” She gave Andre one more look-over as she hopped up the stairs, and disappeared out of sight.

  “Let me grab you some pants.”

  After getting dressed, they decided to take a stroll to the local coffee shop. She sat down. He ordered for the both of them. Two dry cappuccinos, medium.

  “Well,” He said as he sat down. “What do you think?”

  “About?”

  “Everything. The weather, the coffee…us.” He shot her that devilishly handsome, trademark smile.

  “I’ll let you start. What do you think, Andre?”

  “Well, I think I can say with confidence that you’re beautiful, and anyone who disagrees with me is full of bullshit.”

  “And?” She playfully interjected.

  “And I think last night was incredible. You’re incredible.”

  Alicia let out a breathy laugh. “Aaaand?”

  “And I think I want you to pack a few bags and stay with me in the city for a while. Strictly for business purposes, of course.”

  “Oh, of course.” She said as she bit her bottom lip. “I’d love that, really.”

  Andre took a slow sip of his steaming coffee, and set it down gently on the table. “It’s so strange.” He said as he stared off in the distance. “You think you know yourself, until someone comes along and makes you question everything.” His eyes seemed to light up as he re-directed his attention to her glowing face. “Something about you, Alicia. Don’t ever change.”

  Quite frankly, she didn’t know what that something was, either, but she was content without that knowledge. Andre liked her, simply because it was her. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t on par with him financially. She knew Andre had the qualities to snag a woman twice as attractive as she was; obviously it wasn’t solely her looks which captured his interest. The same could be said for her love for Andre. Sure, his perfectly sculpted body and stacked bank account were an added bonus, but underneath those features, she liked Andre just for being himself. Charming. Witty. After last night, she didn’t care if they both ended up on the streets. She just wanted to be with him forever.

  Their hands interlocked as they made their way back to Alicia’s duplex. Anna remained hidden in her room as she packed her things for her spontaneous vacation to the city.

  “Hey roomie.” She knocked on her door.

  “Yeah, come in.”

  “I’m taking off for a bit…probably the whole week.”

  “Hmm, gonna leave me by myself?”

  Alicia withdrew a piece of paper from her pocket, unfolded it, and handed it to her. “I asked Andre if he had any single acquaintances coming through the area this week. He let a few of them know there’s a lovely, independent woman who will be in need of some company while her roommate is away.” She winked. “Here’s a list of names and numbers. Pick your favorite.”

  “I wasn’t being serious, Alicia. Good lord…”

  “I have faith in you.”

  “Yes, but I have nothing to wear, even if I was to land a date with one of these guys.”

  “May I suggest the Velvet Devil?” Anna stared at her with a blank expression. “Be sure to wash it first.”

  “Gross.”

  They were both ready to leave by noon. Andre took care of her bags, and ensured that his Maserati was warmed up before commencing the two hour journey back to his home. As they made their way out of town, Alicia breathed in the scenery. Past the coffee shop, past the park she’d walk through on the weekends, and finally, past Thimble & Cloth. It nearly brought a tear to her eye when she realized how much she had changed in such a short amount of time. As the buildings and trees whizzed by, she knew her life was starting over—leaving her past in exchange for a brighter future—and to her surprise, it was with someone who cared deeply about her. Andre set his car on cruise control, took is hand off the shifter, and placed it into hers. That’s all she needed; it’s all she’d been missing from her life, especially since her mom had died. A hand to hold. A heart to cherish.

  They pulled into a tree-lined driveway at 2:25, which led up to a sophisticated, modern-looking house, just outside of the downtown area.

  “Beautiful place.” She noted.

  “Just wait till you see the view.”

  He swerved gracefully into the tight-fitting garage, and closed the automatic door behind them.

  “Well, here we are.” He helped Alicia with her bags, and led her inside of his condo-esque bachelor pad. The natural, hardwood floors went well with the high-end furniture which neatly decorated the space. Not too cramped. Not too open.

  “I’ll set your bags in my room. Let me know if you need anything.”

  “Ok.” She paced around the living room as he disappeared down the hall. She made note of the artwork, most of which seemed to be commissioned, considering how well it matched with everything else. The plants in the corner were a nice touch. Real plants too. She chuckled to herself when she remembered the fake orchids Tom had placed randomly all over his apartment. My god, it was like night and day. Entering into Andre’s life was like leaving High School, and going straight to college, relationship-wise.

  She continued walking back and forth until she stumbled upon his fireplace mantle, which was covered in picture frames. A majority appeared to be family. Maybe a few friends intermittently mixed in. She picked one up—an older picture of a woman. She was beautiful. Had several features which were reminiscent of Andre’s.

  He walked back down the hallway toward Alicia, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, and peered over her shoulder. “Hmm, yep. Good old mom. Isn’t that a gorgeous picture?”

  Alicia nodded. “Yes. It really is. Does your family live in the area?”

  “Used to.” Andre’s throat tightened a bit. “My mother actually passed away a few years ago. My old man sort of lost it when she died; I haven’t talked to him in ages. Pretty sure he’s still in the area, though.”

  “I’m…I’m sorry to hear that. My mom passed a few years ago as well. T&C was actually her business—she taught me everything there is to know about being a seamstress. I took over, because I know that’s what she wanted me to do.” And I owe everything to her…she wanted to add, but she knew it would have sent her over the edge. She could already feel the tears forming in the corners of her eyes. “I suppose life goes on, though. Look where I am now.” She turned, and planted a kiss on Andre’s lips. He responded by gently rubbing her back. His touch made Alicia feel so secure.

  Andre grabbed her hand, and guided her down the hallway until they reached a flight of stairs, which led to the roof. “You first.”

  As she reached the top, the entire city came into view. The most amazing view she’d ever seen. Andre followed, hugging her from behind. “So, do you have an answer for me?”

  She turned around, and nuzzled her head into his chest. “About?”

  “Would you like to start a clothing line? Even if we fail spectacularly, I want to give it a shot.”

  She nodded. “I’d love that. Love it.”

  They took in the view, lost in each other’s arms until the su
n set behind the mountains. “I think I’m ready for bed. How about you?” Andre effortlessly picked her up, and carried her down the stairs to his bedroom. He set her down gently on the edge of the bed, and kissed her neck. “What do you think about taking our first business trip, say, next week?”

  Alicia lifted his shirt over his head. “What, is this city not good enough for you?”

  He unbuttoned her pants carefully before answering. “I was thinking it would be more professional to discuss our venture in Paris. Strictly for business purposes, of course.”

  “Of course.”

  No more words were exchange between the two, as the night raptured them both in infinite bliss.