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“Time has nothing to do with memory,” she said, which caused him to grab her waist with both of his huge hands lifted her up to his mouth.
“Push your panties out of the way so I can taste you,” he ordered her.
Finally, she was able to let go of control. She grabbed her panties and moved them slightly to the right, slowly, as if pulling back a curtain to a show Asher wished would never end. He moved his tongue over her lips, but there was no need to moisten her up – she was dripping already. Jessica felt the tongue move deeper inside, as if it were searching for the notes to play inside that would make her moan in ecstasy. When he found the right one, he would move the tip of his tongue back and forth over it, stretching the moment out and then jumping to another.
After she came again, her second time, she felt exhausted and out of her mind. It was then that Asher laid her down on the desk she had spent so many hours manipulating images of others in love, having birthday parties, and other pieces of lives that she had nothing to do with. Here she was in the throws of her greatest pleasure, wondering how it could go on and how much more she could take. Now fully soaked, he pulled off her panties and moved all of himself inside of her. One thrust, deep in, leaving it there pushed all the way to the back of her, only to slowly pull out so that only his trembling tip remained inside her confidence.
The coldness that his shaft experienced while out of her was too much, so he went back in again, remembering the places that his tongue had explored so that he could play those notes again, this time with his main instrument. Jessica was screaming with pleasure – beyond words and existing in a space of pure wonder, somewhere that never existed beyond her own ability to pleasure herself. Here was this man, whose face she held and felt the roughness that life had laid on him. These were not the soft cheeks of inexperience, this was the toughness of the world melting away inside of her, and to reciprocate, she squeezed hard around him about to explode flesh that seemed to heat up the juices she was spilling all over his body.
Over and over he went, allowing her to empty out everything she’d been waiting to let go of since she started experimenting with her body. Jessica was near empty. There was only a bit a lubrication left inside of her and she couldn’t be sure it was going to last.
She pulled Asher down to her and said with whatever ability she had to speak:
“Finish”
He gushed inside of her, replenishing what was almost dry with an elongated stream of himself. She came again at the thought of the pleasure she had brought him.
“I saw you through the glass,” she gasped. “I knew I couldn’t turn the sign.”
“We were made for this moment,” he responded.
For as long as they could, they both lay on top of each other, each squeezing the last drops of out of the moment.
The printer beeped, denoting the pictures that were ready. Her cell rang. They both knew it was over, but the memory would exist forever – reality blown to pieces by the perfect moment of fantasy.
In the weeks and months that followed, Asher found himself walking past the shop wondering if he should stop in, but he knew it would take away from the perfection.
For Jessica, whenever she went to flip the sign from OPEN to CLOSE, she paused and shuddered for an extra second, waiting for the last true man in Los Angeles to return.
Reality existed in echoes and vibrations of a moment when she decided to open the door and let a man inside.
The End