A Haught Date

by Leela Lou Dahlin

  “No,” she murmured as she pulled him back down to her mouth, because she didn't want to hear what he had to say. Take. That’s what she wanted to do, and she would make sure he got something too, but talking wasn't a part of it. She didn't want to hear anything, except the sounds of pleasure coming from his mouth.

  Good at listening, he must have decided to let her do what she wanted and joined in a bit. He was taking over this sexual situation, and she was so glad. He was good with his hands—rubbing, touching and making her feel secure. He kissed his way down her neck and pulled her plunging neckline down a little more. The sucking kisses he placed on the top of her breasts felt so good. She didn't remember foreplay ever being this exciting and electric. Maybe being illicit and carefree was just what the doctor ordered.

  He undid her blouse and unsnapped her bra. She silently thanked whatever made her choose this bra tonight. The snap front made it easy for him to get at her breasts and she didn’t have to let him go. She drove her fingers in his soft hair, subtly directing him to where she wanted him to go. He may be an apparition. Maybe she came in the bathroom and was having a deep fantasy. Whatever it was she didn't want it to end. He latched on to her hard nipple and she could feel the moan start from deep within her...she fisted a hand in the thick black waves of his hair not wanting him to move from that spot.

  Then he looked up at her and she was blown away that those light gray eyes with the dilated pupils were filled with desire. He was as excited as she was. She wanted to touch his cock, she wanted to squeeze him, and she wanted to fuck him. Right now.

  She pushed him slightly away so she could get his butter soft, navy blue T-shirt off. He relinquished his shirt easily, and unbelievably he looked better underneath his clothes than he did with the clothes on. His broad chest was lightly sprinkled with hair that became more concentrated under his belly button and the thicker treasure trail lead into his pants. Running her fingers over the flat brown disks of his nipples, she pinched lightly, watched his well-toned stomach jump slightly and heard the hiss of air he released. Damn, she should try getting to the gym if she could see guys like this. Where did that thought come from, she wasn’t going to be meeting guys like this. She pulled him down and started to kiss him again when he backed up.

  “Before we go any further—” he said, looking more adorable than before. His hair was mussed, he had her gloss on his face and the only thing wrong was the concerned look that had come back.

  “Shh, no talking. You'll ruin it.” She didn’t want to talk. She wanted action.

  “Ruin what?” He looked at her and brushed the hair away from her face.

  “Everything.” She couldn’t look at him as he tried to figure her out so she opted to look at his chest. She didn’t want tender, she wanted hot and sexy and she didn’t want to explain why. She chanced a look into his face, and saw his narrowed eyes assessing her.

  He looked wary, but he brought her back into his arms after pushing off her blouse and bra. She was moved to stand in front of the large mirror above the sink. He closed in right behind her and since he was at least six inches taller than her five feet, six inches she could see his face. They stood looking at each other and he rubbed her arms a few times before moving to cup her breasts. He appeared to be watching her reaction. When he slowly moved his fingers up to the nipples that were now hard, peaked and aching for attention she wanted to grab his hands and make him reach the destination faster. The anticipation was sweet, but she wanted to feel him right now. When he reached his destination, he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers and her gaze was drawn to the look on her own face.

  Open mouth, head slightly tilted back, and her eyebrows furrowed in concentration—now that was a woman who looked like she was having a good time. She rocked her hips so that she could feel him thick and hard beneath his jeans behind her and was pleased to hear his breath hitch in his throat. He shifted one of his hands down to the front of her pants, as he opened the buttons, and made it easier to get to his target. As he slid his fingers into her panties she knew what he’d find—her wet and ready. He focused his talented fingers on her throbbing clit. He turned her slightly, bringing her body flush with his while he took turns watching what he was doing to her body and looking into her eyes in the mirror. This man was a wiz at making her body sing and using the whole arsenal to do it—one finger strumming her clit, his other hand stayed on her breast, rolling and plucking her nipple, while he used his mouth to increase her arousal—by licking and sucking on her neck.

  “Do you like this...?” he asked between peppering her neck with kisses.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  His sexiness so close, she wanted to turn her head just to get that heavenly voice closer. He ducked down as he lifted her arm to rest on his neck, leaving him free to taste and titillate her sensitive nipple before drawing it into his warm mouth. The ball of excitement that was low in her womb was constricting into a tight ball of something else. She rocked her hips against his hand and she knew she was seconds away from a powerful orgasm. She looked down at his face and didn’t want it to end. He watched her every expression and apparently, he read her well. Lapping at the nipple he’d released from the sweet suction of his mouth, but now with a sexy grin on his face she knew he had something planned. He latched onto her nipple with a moan and the vibrations reverberated throughout her whole body. The orgasm felt like the ball of excitement had burst and the waves of pleasure that flowed throughout her body made her wish she’d done this sooner. It also made her want this pleasure bringer to be around for a while and she wanted to bring him pleasure too. She put her hands in his hair and directed his sucking kiss to her mouth.

  He made her want so many things, but he was moving like he had all day. She wanted to go-go-go, but his slow it down attitude and his sexy voice made her mellow. She wanted everything now, before it was too late. She wanted him naked. It was hard to do but she pulled his hand out of her panties, then turned around. As she pushed him back against the wall and started unbuttoning his pants she noticed his satisfied smile and decided she wanted to see his face when he was really satisfied. His cock was thick, hard, and straining against the soft cotton of his black boxer briefs. The man was sexy, smelled wonderful, and wore her favorite underwear for men. Too bad she wasn't even going to get his name. She’d wanted the spontaneity and the anonymity, and she had it. To be sad about not seeing him again was insane. Was she looking for anything more than a good time? No. Dropping to her knees, she put her mouth on his cock and traced the outline over the underwear. The groan that left his throat seemed to skitter across her nerves encouraging her arousal to grow hotter…faster. As she pulled down the elastic band and uncovered the treasure she’d been nuzzling, she found herself as impressed with the package as she was with the man.

  “Is all this for me?” She took in the manly smell that clung to his skin and remembered how much she liked doing this. She rubbed the smooth head across her lips, anticipated him entering her mouth, and opened her lips to lick the tip.

  “Absolutely,” he answered, and she could hear the smile in his voice but was enthralled with the hard sex she held in her hand.

  She sucked in the head of his cock reveling in the smooth skin, she slid along her tongue, then she looked up to see his reaction. She was surprised he had his gaze focused on her. It was weird to think of her other boyfriends right now, but most of them seemed to look away or close their eyes when she was going down on them. This one wanted to see her, what she was doing to him, and it made her want to do her very best to bring him pleasure.

  He cupped her cheek smoothing her jaw with his thumb. “You don't have to do this.”

  “I know. I want to,” she said looking into his eyes. She went to the base of his smooth, hard cock and licked her way up using the flat of her tongue. When she got to the top she took the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the tip tasting the salty reward she’d worked out of him. She knew she was good
at this and enjoyed giving pleasure. Wrapping her hand around the base of his shaft she could hear him moan. She swallowed him deep, stroked his cock faster and could hardly contain her excitement when he began pumping into her mouth. She could tell he was trying to hold back. That only made her suck and pump harder…faster. He pulled her up even as he pumped into her hand. The deep groan was near her ear as he spurted over and over on the beautiful black tiled floor. She enjoyed his harsh panting as he attempted catching his breath.

  “All right, beautiful. That was incredibly hot.” He gave her a kiss that was full of appreciation and gratefulness, and she felt giddy.

  Her phone rang and the ringtone that was just for True broke the intimate moment the two of them were having.

  “Hold on one minute. I have to get that,” she said as she moved to get her purse.

  She fished out her phone and looked at the caller ID. "Hello?" she said, trying to act like she wasn’t having a tryst with the hottest looking stranger she'd ever seen.

  "Well, what did you think? Where did you go? What are you doing? Neither of you have called me,” True said just jumping into the conversation like they’d been talking all night.

  "He never showed up. Your guy stood me up." Gemmi turned away from the sexy, practically naked man standing beside her, not really wanting him to hear why she ended up alone at this fine establishment.

  “What?” True yelled, disbelief coloring her tone.

  “Yes, sorry he never showed, but I'm kind of busy right now. Let me call you when I get home.”

  “Never showed? That's not like Camden. He's a stickler for being on time. Are you sure he wasn’t there?” True tried again.

  “Well, if he was, he never came up to me, but that’s okay. I'll work this out, but I really have to go.” Gemmi was happy to get off the phone. Maybe they could get back to where they left off.

  She looked at the sexy man and found him totally dressed as he handed her the blouse and bra he’d removed. Damn, what was she thinking? She was taking what she wanted. Doing what she wanted to do, and she wasn't going to feel bad about it. He had a look on his face that she didn’t want him to have…apologetic. What?

  “Look, I’ve been trying to talk to you all night. I have to tell you a few things. I’d love to continue this somewhere other than the bathroom.”

  Gemmi was happy to continue this somewhere else. She could get his name but no number and after this night that was it.

  He opened his mouth to continue, but his phone rang, and he pulled it out of his pocket. Taking a deep breath and releasing a loud sigh, he looked over at her before he pressed the button on his phone to answer the call.

  “Hey there,” he said in that sexy voice. Gemmi tried hard not to be jealous. She'd just met the guy, and she had no thoughts of taking this any further than they had as a matter of fact this had gone a lot farther than she expected. He watched her as he spoke to the person on the other end of the line, like he wanted to see her reaction. She was determined not to give him one. She put on her clothes and worked on making herself look like she hadn't just given him a blowjob in the bathroom of The Blue Lagoon Jazz Bar.

  He listened to the person on the other side of the line and couldn't seem to get a word in edgewise. “Of course…I didn't… I'd never do that… Always,” he said, sounding like he was speaking in code. He probably had a girlfriend and was cheating on her with some random floozy he'd met in a bar...wait she wasn't a floozy. He was.

  He continued talking all the while looking at Gemmi. “We're together now. I didn't stand her up you told me seven-thirty. I'm not getting into that right now. I knew who she was as soon as I saw her,” he said, walking over to Gemmi and handing her the phone. “It’s for you,” he said with a strange smile.

  She took the phone and the few butterflies that had started fluttering in her stomach when his phone rang grew to a massive swarm. “Hello?” she knew what voice she would hear before the person on the other side said a word.

  “Oh, Gemmi. Who knew you were such a kidder?” True laughed like Gemmi had played a fabulous trick on her. “I knew Camden wouldn’t stand you up. He’s the most dependable guy I know. If he says he’s going to be there, he’s there, but it looks like I gave him the wrong time. You know how I am about time. Alright, honey, I won’t keep you. I’ll talk to you later. Call me when you get home.”

  The phone disconnected, and she was left staring at the high-tech phone. The unbelievable guy standing beside her was the man True thought would be not too charming or too good looking. The vision of male perfection walked over to her and took his phone out of her hand as she tried to make sense of this situation.

  She looked back at the man whose cock she’d just held in her hand and loved with her mouth. Embarrassed that her walk on the wild side with a nameless, good looking stranger wasn’t that anonymous at all. “Are you trying to tell me—?”

  He stuck out his hand as if to introduce himself. “Hello, Gemmi. My name is Camden and I was sent to meet you by our mutual friend, True.”

  She shouldn't be upset. He had tried to tell her something several times, but she didn’t want to hear it. She shouldn't be troubled that she'd asked for a nice, normal looking guy and was definitely he was not that. Her boss obviously ignored her request for level of attractiveness. In truth, good looks are relative, but anyone would know this man was hot. She shouldn’t be bothered that she’d had the best spontaneous, anonymous sex she’d ever had, and it turned out he knew exactly who she was. A sad, sorry woman who needed a date. This was pity sex. She looked at the hand extended toward her and felt like the biggest kind of fool. Again. She collected her purse and with one last gaze at the fun time turned big problem ran from the bathroom into the hallway. It had returned to almost empty and looked like it did the first time she entered it before Sir Hot A Lot graced the hall. And she thought the worst thing that could happen would be getting stood up, but it turns out she was wrong. There were worse things.

  Chapter 2

  Camden knew this wasn’t what True meant when she asked him to show her friend a good time. He followed Gemmi out of the bathroom and was surprised by her stealth. She moved through the crowd like silk over smooth skin. She slipped between the people effortlessly and was able to put a good amount of distance between them. Thankful for the snag near the bar that gave him a second to catch up, he stood behind her and bent so his mouth was near her ear. The smell of her softly floral fragrance made him remember the bathroom incident, and he fought to keep himself in check. She stiffened before he could start talking, but he was encouraged she didn’t bolt when there was an opportunity to do so.

  “Gemmi, I probably should have tried harder to tell you who I was right off the bat, but when you opened your mouth with that sexy, sassy question I just played along with you.” He watched as she turned around, but she didn’t look as accommodating as she’d been previously. Her focus was right past his shoulder. “How about we sit down and start again?” he said and was tapped on the shoulder from behind.

  “Don’t I know you?” said a random feminine voice. He wasn’t sure who it was, but he did know the woman had horrible timing. He turned to face the intruder as he pulled Gemmi to his side, so they could face her together and discourage her from bolting. When Gemmi stopped her slight squirming and settled into him, he was slightly relieved, because was only then he could concentrate on the other woman’s question.

  He took a good look at the smiling blonde and didn’t remember seeing her before. “I don’t believe so,” he said, giving the ever-tensing woman at his side a squeeze around her waist. “Gemmi, do you remember seeing this woman anywhere?”

  “No,” Gemmi said, but he could see she was staring up at him. He gazed down and saw that this encounter with the flirty had shaken her even more. The blonde looked at Gemmi seemingly shocked she was there.

  “This is the first time we’ve been here. My girl loves jazz, so I knew she’d love this place.” He turned to Gemmi and saw the
flash of expressions cross her face—disbelief, excitement, and despair. In that order. The blonde nodded like she was in a daze and then walked away.

  “Come on. Let’s go somewhere quieter,” Camden said.

  Gemmi pulled away the minute the blonde woman turned and left. She played with a stray curl of her inky black, shoulder-length hair, looking like she was trying to make a major decision. Camden was mesmerized watching her fondle that curl and intrigued by the contrast between the siren Gemmi who aggressively held her own in the bathroom and this contemplative, think things through Gemmi. The funny part about that was he liked both sides, and he wanted to know more.

  When he’d first arrived at the club, he’d stood by the door and watched her for about five minutes as she had been waiting for him. True had told him to be there at seven-thirty, but something told him to come a bit earlier and from the looks of her drink she’d been here a while. He probably wouldn’t have to explain the time discrepancy too much seeing as she worked with True—the woman who owned no watch and wasn’t that good when it came to being on time.

  He’d taken those few minutes to watch her. Damn, he was a sucker for a fish out of water. She’d sat in her seat with her head slightly bowed, but he could tell she was taking in her surroundings. Looking at everyone through her cute, dark rimmed glasses she appeared interested but cautious. He hadn’t been able to make out what color her eyes were from that far away, but he’d been anxious to find out. She’d given off a don’t-bother-me vibe that he’d been able to sense from across the room, and it had appeared as she’d wanted to disappear. Until she noticed him looking at her and practically French kissed the cherry that had been in her drink. That was unexpected, so was the fact that she did that and how much it turned him on. He watched women do that every day at work and he’d never been that affected.

  He’d arrived a few minutes early so he could check out the place, but now that it was the appointed time to meet a commotion with a waitress and spilled drinks made him have to wait a few more minutes. After her sexing the cherry stint, she’d given him an annoyed look and took off. He wasn’t sure why she left so he’d followed her to the bathroom.