by Alina Sawyer
She lay me down on a massive king sized bed with silk sheets, and I felt another pang of anxiety. Dennie had been perfect all evening. Was she so practiced that she could bed any woman she set her sights on? Was I just another conquest for her?
As if reading my thoughts, Dennie gently sat on the bed and as she gently stroked my forearm with her fingers said, "Rachel, I don't want this to be a one night stand. Your body and mind drive me wild, but I know you are going through hell with your husband, so I don't want to rush things, and will give you all the time and space you need."
I think I must have begun to float around her bedroom at that point, and seeing my huge grin, Dennie needed no further encouragement to bend down to where I was laying, for another warm mind-blowing kiss.
The kiss moved to my cheeks, ears and neck as she slowly teased my nipples with her fingers and massaged my large breasts with her strong experienced right hand.
I wanted to return the attention I was receiving, but I felt totally defenseless, unable to move and just lay there with eyes closed, and legs spread like a wonton slut.
Still nipping and licking at my neck and face, her hand gently caressed my shoulders, arms and traveled down over my chest to my soft stomach. She ran her finger in circles around my navel, and then inserted the tip causing a wonderful new sensation.
Her exploratory journey did not stop there, and as her fingers slowly moved lower to my blond muff, I took in a breath and my heart pounded madly.
She leaned forward and once again took a nipple in her mouth and sucked greedily as her fingers gently roamed over my hot moist vagina. God, did this woman know the female body, and how to tease and produce the most erotic effects.
Slowly she moved a finger up and down my hot, wet slit, causing me to arch my back and involuntarily raise my ass, urging her to enter me. Finally after what seemed like an hour of torture, she gently moved a finger into me, followed by another, and I thought I would die. The primal gasp I emitted sounded like nothing that ever came from my lips before.
In and out she stroked me, pushing and thrusting knowingly until finally every muscle in my body contracted and I let out a shriek of ecstasy with an orgasm like I had never experienced before.
Dennie gave me no time to recover, and slowly moved her talented lips down my chest, stomach and stationing herself between my legs, began to reign kisses and bites on my inner thighs. As she moved up to my hot sopping pussy, I panicked. My bastard husband would never go down on me because he thought it was dirty, and after trying it one time said, "It smells fishy."
I held my breath as she approached my center, terrified that I would turn her off with the scent of me. As she licked the sides of my lips, then gently did a slow lick up the center of my crack, stopping just below my clit, she stopped for a second and lustily growled, "Damn, you smell hot!"
She returned to my steamy crotch, smelling, tasting, teasing driving me higher and higher as my hips thrust up to meet her and take her long tongue further into my pussy. She fucked me with her tongue over and over with deep penetrating strokes, and when she started diddling my clit, I grabbed her hair with both hands and thrust her face deeper into my pussy, covering her with my love juices.
Never had I experienced such bliss, or lack of control. My whole body writhed and jerked in ecstasy and once again I couldn't contain the feelings, and exploded with a primal scream. As she continued to stroke and lick me, all I could do was flop around the huge bed like a fish out of water and spasm with sheer pleasure.
Finally, the spasms eased and my breathing and heart beat seemed to attempt to return to normal. I lay back with my forearm over my forehead, eyes closed, feeling like I had just run a blissful marathon. I wanted to smell and taste that beautiful brunette more than anything in the world, but I was totally spent, and lay gasping for air like a puddle of mush.
Slowly Dennie moved up to join me and leaning on her left elbow, gently stroked my check with her right hand.
"Rachel, you're the most beautiful woman I have known, and you turn me on more than anyone I have ever met."
Still gasping for air, my first thought was 'and you are so full of shit' but I let my insecurity remain silent, and on second thought, reveled in the possible belief that I was appealing and that someone could actually love me "as is" warts and all.
I was still feeling out of it, unable to answer her, so she continued to fill the silence as she stroked me. "I know it will take time, but I am willing to invest the effort in pursuing you. You're the most interesting intelligent woman I have ever met, and I want to be with you."
Then the tears started to flow uncontrollably, and Dennie looked down at me with great concern. "Why are you crying Babe?"
After a pause, I sniffled and whimpered, "Partly because I have never been happier in my life, and partly because I am sad, because now I am 100% Lesbian, and when my mother finds out, it is going to kill her."
Dennie roared with laughter so that I think she must have awakened everyone in the building, all the way down to the first floor.
The End.
Peter and Veronica
He lit another cigarette and returned his stare to the door. He hadn't smoked for years but it felt right to do so now, as if the sheer act to which he had committed himself removed the need to deny him any of his lesser pleasures. He sipped at the glass of wine that sat next to his chair. It was an expensive bottle, the most expensive one in the off licence he had darted into as the taxi's meter ticked away. It had been bought as a sop to the ideas of sophistication and romance, two concepts that he rapidly understood to be out of place in this seedy hotel room that reverberated with the sound of the jet engines as they ferried their passengers to a myriad of destinations from the airport over the road. It was dark in the room. What little light existed seeped through the windows from the streetlights outside. Every now and then it would brighten suddenly as a car passed by. Long shadows would appear, shoot off round the room and escape into nothingness, leaving him alone in the half light.
Every now and again he would cock his head as his ears desperately searched for the sound of footsteps in the hall beyond the panelled wood of the door. More often than not the sounds he heard were no more than the product of an expectant imagination that willed them into existence, a process that caused a sudden rush of adrenaline that rapidly diminished with the knowledge that the sounds were no more authentic than the plastic flowers that sat on the bedside table. Occasionally the sounds of actual footsteps penetrated the mounting fog of excitement that clouded his brain. He learned to differentiate them, the soft pad of the trainer that he rapidly discounted, the click of the heel that would cause elation as they approached only for his hopes to crash as the sound passed the door and echoed off down the corridor. Some came with voices, some understandable, others in dialects or accents he struggled to place. Every now and then he would pick up the briefest snatch of a conversation, the American tourists discussing the day out, the business man shouting about his latest deal on what must have been his mobile, a conclusion reached on account of the single set of footsteps that accompanied him.
He looked at his phone, a vain attempt to check that he hadn't somehow missed a reply to his messages. He had sent two so far, both to the number that he had been more successful in deleting from his phone than his memory. The first had been nothing more than the address of the hotel room where he now sat coupled with the days date and the time of eight o'clock, a time that he realised was already in the past. He silently cursed himself for his stupidity and despaired his arrogance. To think that she would simply drop everything and dance to his tune. To imagine that she would be unable to resist his summons, or even unwilling to submit to his desires. He felt foolish and guilty, and for the first time since he had been hit by the insane urge to gouge on his lusts, he thought not of the siren who tempted him north but of the clever, kind, beautiful girl who innocently shared his life and swallowed his lies.
Such torments disappeared with t
he unmistakable sound of yet another set of footsteps coming down the landing. The sharp clipped sound of the heels echoing off the walls left him with no illusions that the wearer was female, and each step increased the speed of his heartbeat. His mouth hung open in expectation, his held his breath as the footsteps got louder and louder. His body tensed as sound moved to right behind the door in front of him, his eyes stayed glued to the door handle as time stood still. It moved.
He saw it shake as the hand on the other side touched it. He saw it slowly turn towards the floor. The door opened. The light from the hall flooded through the widening crack, momentarily blinding him. He blinked rapidly, desperate not to miss the sight that he had awaited so eagerly, but he could not ignore the sharp pain that came with the piercing light. He closed his eyes and inhaled his cigarette, holding its smoke in his lungs with his eyelids firmly clamped together. She had come, he told himself as he opened them to the vision that awaited.
A silhouette emerged from the glare. To the sound track of the high heels on the threadbare carpet, the figure moved into the room. It was a shapely form, he could tell that even though it was hidden by a long coat whose hem brushed her knees. It was tied tightly round her waist, allowing it bulge deliciously in all the right places, places that he subjected to a barely concealed leer. Her eyes glimmered in the half light, shining out from the glasses that magnified her inherent femininity. Her fringe framed her mischievous face, those full inviting lips smeared in her dark lipstick, those red cheeks, those seemingly innocent eyes, ringed as they were with black circles of mascara. She watched him impassively as she moved into the room, inspecting his lustful stares with what appeared to be almost a degree of amusement. Her strides were long and confident on the high heels that attached themselves to her feet by way of long black ribbons that snaked up her calves to be crowned by two elaborate bows.
They would once have been the last thing with which anyone would have associated her. He wondered if that was still the case, or whether it was only for him that the quiet, innocent girl turned into the irresistible femme fatale that moved so erotically before him. His eyes dropped to the her nylon clad shins, frantically indulging himself in his seemingly unfathomable fetish. The dark sheer material contrasted with the black ribbons that snaked round her ankles, a sight that for him was both exotic and erotic. She accepted his gaze eagerly, it empowered her to the point in which she positively revelled in it. Her movements became pronounced, her hips swayed further, she thrust her ample breasts forward with each step. His mouth twisted round his cigarette into a predatory grin as she stopped and turned her body to face him. She returned his stare calmly, her hands rising to the tight belt that held her long coat firmly closed. He exhaled his smoke in one long breath sending it trailing across the room towards her
'I thought you'd given up,' she purred in that soft Scottish burr that haunted his darkest dreams.
'I did,' he replied, his voice affecting a level calm that sat ill at ease with the goose bumps that covered his skin.
'And yet...' as her words trailed off she flicked her tongue slowly over her full, red, luscious lips, a gloriously subtle and yet infinitely erotic act.
Seeing his almost dumbstruck reaction, she dropped her eyes from his, pulling her face away with feigned modesty as she tugged the belt with one quick slap of the wrist. It opened slowly, the light cream fabric parting to reveal the black strapless mini dress she had taunted him with before. He watched as the coat fell from her shoulders, exposing the white skin of her neck before slipping down to display the voluptuous body that she had encased in the cobalt black lycra of her dress. It fitted her tightly, effortlessly hugging every curve, every contour. It clung to her breasts like a glove, her erect nipples clearly pronounced pointing through the thin fabric towards him. It clung to the tops of her heavenly thighs, the high hem line high enough to be considered indecent by even the most shameless of whores. It was the kind of dress you would see worn by endless skinny bitches in top shelf magazines or writhing pole dancers as they began their routines but it was made for her. In it she had become sex. She pulled the coat from her shoulders, giving him even more of her heavenly voluptuous body on which to feast his eyes, a sight he devoured with gusto. His cock twitched as he drank in this goddess, this siren, this big, beautiful bitch who had come to embody the very essence of his lust.
'So,' she said confidently after letting him feast on the sight she had granted him. 'Is it as good as you remembered?'
His lifted his eyes to return her seemingly neutral expression. His stare narrowed as he studied her intently before he slowly dropped his gaze to appraise her ample form. As he took in the sumptuous cleavage and nylon clad thighs that shimmered in the half light, he sucked on his cigarette. His watchful eyes studied every inch of her flesh with barely concealed lust. He exhaled the smoke in one long puff as she stepped back slightly and allowed her bum to rest on the edge of the desk behind her.
'Better,' he said eventually.
She flashed him that dangerous grin of hers in response before biting her lip tenderly. She raised one foot from the floor and held her leg out in front of her. Leaning forward she ran her fingers down the nylon as she straightened her tights. It was a seemingly unconscious act, one she undertook almost without thinking but it drove him wild with desire. Her hem rode up as she moved, exposing ever more of her thigh. His eyes made out the line at the top of her tights. He heard if called the laughter line once, so called because if you made it that far you were laughing. He wasn't laughing now, this wasn't about laughter. Instead his blood boiled with lust, his loins stirred by the manner in which she teased him.
Suddenly she got up and took several paces towards him. His eyes fixed upon her sumptuous breasts as they swayed in time with her steps. They bulged both above and below her tight neckline, looking like they would spill out at any moment. Between the firm orbs hung a long string of black beads that ended the large silver cross. For a split second he wondered if she had found religion before he discounted the idea as being incompatible with wanton way with which she presented herself. He remained motionless as she moved, even when she lent in as to smother him in her intoxicating scent. His eyes looked over her full dark lips, smothered as they were in her thick lipstick.
She pulled back quickly. Taking the packet of cigarettes that had sat on the small table next to him, she walked back to the desk as she took one out. As she shifted her weight onto the edge, she placed it between her lips and clicked the lighter into flame. It illuminated her face, her wide eyes, her flushed cheeks, before it extinguished itself leaving only the smoking embers at the end of the cigarette which glowed brightly as she inhaled the smoke. It dulled slightly as her long breath came to and end. She lifted it from her mouth, the brown tip now stained black, and returned his infatuated stare with that same mixture of disdain and arousal. It seemed to him that she held the smoke in her lungs for an age, but it was only a few seconds before she exhaled through her pursed lips.
'Feels good, doesn't it?' she enquired with a sly smile.
He nodded in reply, taking another drag of his own rapidly diminishing fag.
'Doesn't it worry you though, that now you've tasted it again, you be able to stop with just one bite?' It was seemingly innocent question but the way the light of the cigarette flickered in her eyes gave him no doubt as to her meaning.
'Isn't that half the fun?' He answered quickly, flashing her a wry smile as though amused by his own remark.
'For some I guess,' she said thoughtfully, before she placed the cigarette back in her mouth and lent down slightly so that her empty hands could stroke her thighs. It was again effortlessly portrayed as an almost unconscious act but one that could not help but conjure the most depraved images in his mind as he watched transfixed.
'But what if you couldn't get it?' she asked suddenly, looking up from straightening her tights, her face still radiating with the smug, self satisfied grin he found so alluring.
His eyes n
arrowed in confusion, his brow creased as he considered her question. As he thought she placed her foot on the stool next to the desk, allowing her hem to ride even higher, exposing the very top of her thighs. She held his gaze as she repositioned herself, the act itself almost a dare, challenging him to resist looking down. It was a wanton act, that of a brazen hussy, so shameless and yet so free. He tried to keep his eyes on hers, he tried to be good, he failed, and allowed himself he treat of watching her hem ride higher and higher, getting ever closer to the pussy that had become the very definition of sin and want and sex. As he readied himself for the sight about which he dreamed, she swivelled her body slightly, bringing her nylon covered thigh into his vision, depriving him of his treat. Instead he leered at the shimmering material that encased her flesh as it presented himself almost up to her waist.
'I said what would you do it you couldn't get it,' she repeated eventually, snapping her legs shut as she spoke, a movement that caused her tight dress to roll back down her leg. He reacted slowly, the sudden movement breaking the enchantment under which he sat. For a second he sat disorientated, as if having awoken from a seductive dream. Eventually he looked up and returned her stare, his face hungry and lean.
'What do you mean?' he replied as his eyes bored into hers.
She smiled, another sexy, dangerous grin. Her leg moved slightly, another deliberate movement designed to intoxicate the arrogant fuck who had lured her here. He fell for the bait immediately, again dropping his eyes to her feminine figure, unable to resist the unique temptation she alone embodied. It empowered her, the way she controlled him, the way in which she could so easily have him eating out of an which ever part of her body she choose to mention. It was exciting, it was exciting in that it excited her, it got her wet. Teasing him, driving him wild, knowing how easy it was, she loved it.