Last Call
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Sophie looked up into his eyes, realizing they were indeed lost somewhere in a tropical paradise, even if it was a kitsch filled fantasy of her own making. She closed her eyes, imagined the tide washing up around them, and clenched down on his cock. Another climax rattled her teeth, making her cry out to God almighty.
Sophie's pussy burned with ecstasy, and perhaps a bit from too eager fucking, that was no real fault of her own. Lucas had pleasured her beyond any other lover, reading her body language and responding in turn. She could tell from the quivers running through his legs that his euphoria rapidly approached. Entranced by his eyes, for a moment she allowed herself to fall in love, gliding her stocking feet to his mouth so he could softly nip at her heels. She loved the sensation of his body against her feet, and she knew exactly how she wanted to make him come.
"Relax lover," she said, slipping away from him. "It's my turn to repay you for that amazing drink."
She wrapped her hands around his cock, adoring the sight of it swollen head glistening with her cum. She sandwiched his hard cock between her feet and used her hands to hold her soles together. This was the first foot job she'd ever given in her life, but the delirium forcing Lucas to bite his lip reassured her that the efforts were dead on. He threw his head back to stare at the ceiling and gathered his breath before his intense blue stare fell back upon her.
She pumped his cock with her feet, every motion rejoicing through her pussy. She watched his face, and witnessed the moment his climax built within his soul before it poured through his body. Warm cum sprayed over her toes and dribbled across her feet. One lucky squirt landed across her pussy, another on her shin.
After every drop of his essence glistened on her body he laid across her stomach panting and shaking. She held him close and kissed the top of his head. She rested her head back with her eyes closed so she could relish the sensation of his juices soaking through her stockings.
An hour passed before either of them moved. Somewhere between the after throes of orgasm and sudden relaxation of release, they both drifted off, lost in the moment, and each other's embrace.
Sophie peeled off the hosiery, and sacrificed it to the trash. They took turns dressing each other with tender motions. She helped Lucas clean off the bar, sharing laughs with each other about what the old patrons would think if they had any inkling of what had happened where they set their drinks. Some would likely be disgusted, a few impressed, and she had no doubt that old Navy guy would probably sport a huge boner.
Lucas walked her to her car. He held her close, kissing her goodnight and goodbye all at once. He handed her a napkin scribbled with his number. "Call me later."
She smiled, kissing him again before slipping into her car. His reflection in the rear view mirror watched her for moments after she rounded the corner until long after she was gone.
Sophie gunned the engine as she turned onto the highway. Somewhere amidst a wheat field she rolled down her window and tossed the napkin into the night. There was no need saving it for later, or using it to wipe away the tears warming her cheeks. Lucas would move away to move away to whatever small town in Iowa he'd mentioned, and there was no stopping him, despite all the crazy fantasies invading her head.
"No more regrets," she whispered, clutching the steering wheel.
The following day Sophie quit her job, somehow smiling the entire time she packed her cubicle. Much better things awaited her as well. Every day she made it a point to catch the setting sun, its majesty burning bright with the promise of a new day coming soon. Often she closed her eyes, imagined the tropical paradise painted on the bathroom stall bathed in golden light, and dreamed of Lucas standing beside her on the shore.
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About the Author
Allen Dusk is an award-winning author and poet from San Diego who enjoys writing dark fiction and dabbling in erotica. His debut novel Shady Palms is a gritty urban tale splattered with carnage, and a growing number of anthologies have featured both his horrific and erotic works. Other than writing, Allen's favorite pastimes include photography, geocaching, lusting over old horror movies, and researching supernatural folklore.
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