Kiss Me _A Modern Sleeping Beauty Retold

by Zoey A. Black

Lindsay had been trying to get me to go to this new club she frequented on the weekends. I knew from the glint in her eye there was something more to this club than just dancing. I had told her repeatedly I wasn’t interested, but she wasn’t buying it for a second. This was a woman who some may label her as “promiscuous” but I liked to think that she was ‘sexually liberated’. The walls were thin enough to overhear her carnal activities.

  “Correct me if I’m wrong, but are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting? I’ve never been one to take a hint. Do I take it from your tone there’s a possibility of something happening between the two of us?” I was staring at the object of my infatuation. It was the perfect incentive to work my body into a sweat. It was time to be the new me, time to be bold and daring.

  “My nipples aren’t poking out of my spandex top for nothing. There’s nobody else here at midnight. As the owner, you keep this place open for me and I would like to show you my appreciation.” I couldn’t believe those words escaped my mouth, but they did and I was proud. My top was pink and white with the logo of Nike and ‘Just Do it’ stenciled on the material. Just Do It was the very thing that I was about to do.

  “Tell me exactly what you want from me. We are both adults and what we do behind these closed doors is nobody’s business. We are friends, but we could be friends with benefits.” It was an interesting proposal and I had already opened the window of opportunity for him.

  “I would normally wait for you to take the initiative. Being a modern woman, I feel it’s necessary to grab life by the collar.” I grabbed him by his long dark hair and twisted the locks in my hands.

  My strawberry lips came closer and I teased him with the tip of my tongue. He tried to grab it with his teeth, but I was too quick to react. My body was doing the talking. It was loud enough to drown out any sense of good judgment.

  “Snow, I’ve always been sexually attracted to you, but you’ve never given me the time of day. We do flirt, but nothing comes of it.” I tugged on his hair and when his mouth involuntarily opened, I stuck my tongue down his throat.

  There was nothing sensual about what I was trying to accomplish. This was a maddening escape from my old mundane ways. There was nothing more exciting than doing something for the sake of pleasure. My libido was awakening to the new possibilities on the horizon.

  “I haven’t been immune to your charms. I have undressed you with my eyes. I do find myself curious to see if my blueprint of your anatomy matches up to the real thing.” Tim didn’t wear very much and it was not hard to strip him buck naked in my nasty mind. I grazed my hand over his package and was quite delighted to see him react in the way I was expecting.

  “I had no idea and maybe you should be less subtle about your approach.” I felt liberated from the freedom that came from unshackling the chains from my ex.

  “What did you want me to do, stick my hand down your pants and grab you in front of everyone?”

  “Oh I would love that…”

  “I’m sure you would. I’ve never been forceful, but there’s always a first time for everything.” I was salivating at the chance to show him what a 35-year old woman could do for him.

  “I’m not going to lie and tell you that I have little experience. In my line of work, it’s common for clients to have affairs with their trainers. And I’m not the first one.” That was the norm at this gym.

  “Your exploits have been widely renowned.” The sexual tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. There was a part of me that was afraid of being just another number but I actually wanted drama free sex with no strings attached. So the hell with numbers…

  He moved his fingers through my hair with his over-exaggerated piece of hardware within inches of my mouth. He roughly grabbed me by the shoulders and put me in a position with him standing firmly on the floor in front of me.

  “I don’t know how those rumors get started. You sleep with one client and you never hear the end of it.” What could I say, except that some women liked to brag about their conquests, much like men would. And I was sure he lied about the number of clients he slept with.

  He was licking his lips and biting his tongue. He swallowed hard and looked at me sternly still holding onto my shoulders.

  “It’s a good thing the windows are tinted so that nobody can see in the windows. I think we might garner quite the audience with what we are about to do.” My blue eyes were zeroed in on something that was growing on me.

  “I wanted to make this place as private as possible.” His rippling muscles were causing me to thirst for something that wasn’t a part of my daily training.

  CHAPTER 2

  Timothy

  I never thought this day would come. The woman of my dreams was throwing herself at me. I looked down at those blue eyes and felt trapped by her newly acquired open sexuality. Snow was the woman I measured against all others. She was the one I had tried and failed to seduce. She had the same dark humor as Megan.

  That girl knew how to party and take no prisoners. I felt bad for how things ended between us. Snow was a good distraction.

  I heard Snow squeal when I put her over my shoulders and carried her to the back of the gym where the sauna was located. I adjusted the temperature and opened the door for her to enter before me.

  She stopped at the threshold with her fingertip in her mouth. It was an innocent and naughty thing to do. Without any shame, she lifted her arms and allowed me to release her from the prison of her top. Those breasts were more than a mouthful and the nipples were thick enough to demand my attention.

  “I won’t need these.” She proceeded to wiggle out of her shorts.

  She was seductively turning me on and the sway of her hips was drawing me to her like a moth to the flame. She sat down on one of the wooden benches with the heat already making her skin glisten with perspiration. I was already standing at attention in more than one way.

  I closed the door and dropped the pretense of being friends. This was what I wanted. She had become something I had never had before. I wanted her because I couldn’t have her.

  I knelt on the floor on my knees and crawled over to her with her finger beckoning me closer. There was no way I was going to take my eyes off of an untamed animal. It did hurt to be on my knees, but the pain was secondary to the way that she was spreading her supple thighs.

  I felt the smoothness of her legs with my fingertips coming ever closer to the cleft of her wanton desire. I used my hard calloused hands to pry her legs open.

  The heat from her body had me licking my lips with anticipation. I was lost in her eyes. The fire building by the second was leaking profusely down over the head and the rest of the shaft.

  “Timothy, I don’t know what I’m feeling, but this moment is too delicious to stop.” She was feeding me with her words of encouragement.

  The door was closed and nobody was going to interrupt me in my pursuit of pleasure. I dug my nails into her inner thighs and found her flinching underneath my dominant hand. The small enclosure was making her flustered with beads of sweat trailing down her skin.

  I quickly changed places with her until she was on my lap. The sweet syrup of her excitement was glazing my member from the top down to the bottom. She had her knees on either side of me with those mountains calling my name.

  “I know what you mean. You’re perfect from your head down to your cute little feet. I don’t want you to be afraid to show it all.” Any hesitation was overshadowed by her need to do something she had never done before.

  I used my hands on her hips to lift her until she was standing firmly on the bench. Her legs were spread. I applied pressure with the tip of my tongue to find the suction enough to draw me into her warm embrace. Her knees were trembling and her legs shuddered from the way I voraciously made her succumb to the flicker of my tongue.

  I felt her nails scratching my scalp, pulling at my hair which only seemed to fuel me into a greater degree of intensity. It was warming up and it was only partially du
e to the temperature in the sauna.

  “You’re stirring something up inside me.” I could’ve closed my eyes and found my way blindfolded by only using the sound of her moans to draw me a straight line.

  I was deep inside of her and there was no need to manually stimulate myself at the same time. Just the thought of being with her made it impossible to bring down my over exaggerated state of arousal.

  “Snow, I know you can feel it and it’s hard to ignore.” My secret weapon to seduce the ladies was the sauna.

  They couldn’t help but put their hands on me after their bodies were burning up inside. It was no different with Snow. The added component of acting like a sadist showing no mercy to help them accomplish their goals was exactly what was needed to make their panties melt from their bodies.

  “I think you know what’s going to happen.” Her nails scratching the wood and the way that her lower half was pumping against my mouth told me everything I needed to know.

  Her scream was deafening, but I didn’t deviate from my course of action. I knew a woman’s weakness was a man who knew how to perform oral sex. It always left them in the position of wanting to reciprocate.

  She collapsed and somehow managed to land with my cock skewering inside of her. I lost my breath for a moment with my eyes wide open. It was sudden and without warning. Her orgasm was still a flutter and I could feel those inner muscles massaging my lengthy appendage.

  “I don’t think that I could’ve done that again in a million years.” She was mimicking what I was already thinking, but I didn’t have the words.

  She got on the balls of her feet and started the slow climb to the top of my monument of manhood. I could tell from the way that she was staring at me that she could feel every single inch. The knob was kissing the sexual dew of her lips. She slammed back down hard enough to make a resounding smack on her landing.

  I kissed her neck and lightly bit the skin between my teeth. I had my arms wrapped around her with no intention of letting go. The feel of her slick skin and the taste of her kiss was my own personal aphrodisiac. She had infected me with this intoxicating sickness to be with her.

  I moved my hand down along her spine to hear her outcry of pleasure. She had her head thrown back with her eyes closed to the pleasure radiating throughout her body. It was difficult to keep true to my reputation for having the stamina to go the distance.

  “Faster…spank my ass, I’m gonna cum soon.” I was more than happy to oblige. I was fighting the feeling down below and it was getting stronger with the vacuum force she was supplying.

  Her entire body was a sexual organ and I knew exactly where to touch her to get the right response. I was going to scream, but I didn’t want to break the silence. I buried my teeth in her shoulder and her painful exclamation of pleasure was translated down below. Her tight hole gripped me and was rhythmically squeezing to milk me of every drop.

  The sensation was intensified by her fingers pinching my nipples lightly. It culminated with both of us grunting and groaning in perfect sync.

  I came heavily with a dose of thick cream shooting from the reservoir of my organ. She was grinding in a circle to get the maximum amount of pleasure out of the experience.

  I probably lost a couple of pounds and it was worth it to be with her. She sat there on top of me still unable to say anything. The sound she made and the way she moved was choreographed to make me susceptible to her advances.

  She finally put her head on my shoulder with her long drawn out sigh of contentment confirming how she was spent.

  “I do hope I will see you again tomorrow.” I kissed her deeply, ravaging her mouth with my tongue and doing my best to leave a lasting impression.

  “Couldn’t keep me away.” She was breathless and didn’t move for another few minutes. She was soon walking awkwardly and stumbling like she had one too many drinks.

  “I do hope I lived up to your expectations.” The little soldier was out of commission, but it didn’t look like she was sticking around for an encore.

  “I don’t believe I need to justify that remark with a response. I’m going to feel this for days. My thighs are burning. That was one wild ride.” She opened the door and there was this immediate chill in the air.

  There was no way I was going to be able to get up after a performance like that. I did own the place. It wasn’t like somebody was going to tell me to leave. I thought about what other equipment I could use in the gym in a naughty way. The routine I was putting her through was never going to be the same.

  I got dressed and went to the window to see her standing at the door to her red mini Cooper. She had her key in the lock and she kept glancing back to where she had found something quite unexpected.

  I went to my locker and added Snow’s panties to the trophy of girls I had in the past. The one standing out was Megan’s white virginal lace panties. I shouldn’t have got her involved. It wasn’t like I could go back in time and change things. It was done and over with. Why was Snow making me think of her?

  CHAPTER 3

  Snow

  “Does this mean you’re ready to have a little bit of fun for the first time in your life? Don’t go chalking this up to something you would only do in the heat of the moment.” She was halfheartedly trying to convince me to be reckless.

  Lindsay had her dark hair in a ponytail and was wearing a towel wrapped around her waist and tucked into her cleavage. There was a bruise on her shoulder, but this wasn’t a case of domestic violence. She liked it a bit rough. Sometimes the guys found they had bitten off more than they could chew. I had seen a couple of them run out the door stricken by fear.

  “Life is fragile and you never know when your ticket is going to be punched.” I had on a pair of purple sleep pants with a black V neck shirt showing a hint of my cleavage.

  “I’ve noticed the way you’re dressing has become a little more revealing.” Lindsay was referring to the pink thong sticking out of the waistband of my sleep pants.

  “I find I like the feeling of being sexy and desirable. I do hope Timothy wasn’t expecting an exclusive arrangement. I did enjoy myself, but I believe it’s time to paint with all the colors on the palette.” This was a necessary baby step. I had to walk before I ran.

  “I hope you had protection. Oh God, I sounded like my mom!” The look on Lindsay face was priceless.

  “Yes, I had totally forgotten it but Tim was good with that.”

  “I must say men in my experience have been good with it, probably too afraid to have an accident or the idea of having to make awkward phone calls about STDs.”

  “Who wouldn’t? Alright Mom, I’ll be careful. No glove, No love.” It was fun to tease Lindsay.

  “I’m going to put on my red dress and find some unsuspecting victim at the club. I get tired of asking, but maybe you are ready to dip your toe into a different scene. I don’t mind taking you under my wing. I’ve done it a few times in the past.” Lindsay was back to the original topic.

  I had to admit to being a little curious about what happened behind the non-descript black door. Lindsay had been very secretive about what went on in there.

  “It’s your lucky day. I will accompany you and see what all the fuss is about. We can call it a girls’ night out.” The club wasn’t active until midnight.

  I held the warm coffee cup in my hand and let the caffeine energize my body and my mind. She was having something a little stronger. Her wine glass was almost emptied and the bottle was sitting next to her. It was a known fact those who went out sometimes indulged before painting the town red. The cost of drinks made it necessary to be a little bit buzzed. A glass of decent wine was at minimum twenty dollar a pop, and it was considered normal.

  A beautiful face and a body to match gave guys the incentive to ply them with liquid refreshments. It was their way of lowering our inhibitions. The fact remained money did open doors. It also made it possible to be lying in a drunken haze with someone pumping like a steam engine on top of you.
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br />   “Oh my god! Finally! I have something special for you to wear. I’ve been saving this for just this occasion.” She made her way down the hall with the towel clearly holding on by gravity alone. She was giving me a reason to praise her ability to have no shame.

  I had been getting more adventurous in buying clothing that had given a lot of men a case of whiplash looking at me. They could see me coming and going. It was a little hard to put myself on display, but their attention gave me a reason to blush.

  I ran my hands down over the marble counter with flecks of gray mixed into the material. The appliances were not from this century, but we didn’t do much cooking to make it matter. The fridge was full of salad fixings and energy drinks with the freezer stocked with some of the more expensive cuts of meat.

  I wasn’t a vegan, but I did believe in getting my cuts of beef from a real butcher. I was getting good at figuring out a spice blend for the barbecue on the balcony. I was never much for cooking. It was different after the accident and transplant of the cornea.

  Lindsay’s home was surrounded by trees giving it the illusion of seclusion. She wasn’t afraid to scream a guy’s name with the windows wide open. I had noticed a few male neighbors giving her lusty looks. They were probably jealous and wanted the opportunity to try something different. The lonely housewives were steaming mad.

  “I know you’ve noticed a transformation, but that dress is going a little too far. I can’t even say it is a dress with how much skin is going to be revealed wearing it.” The black mesh fabric was practically see-through with peek-a-boo holes in all the right places.

  “Where is your sense of adventure? You’ve just got out of your shell and I don’t want to see you go back in like a frightened turtle.” She held it up against me and I had no idea how she expected me to pull this off.

  “I do have some modesty.” The words almost made me laugh out loud at the absurdity of it all.

  “The story you told about jumping your personal trainer contradicts the very idea of you having modesty. I thought that I was going to have to do something drastic. I won’t bore you with the details. I will say my plan consisted of kidnapping you with a bag over your head.” She would be capable of something like that.