She bent at the waist flipping her head upside down and continued to dry her hair. Her plump breasts hung pointing towards the floor. The view of the slit between her legs revealed peachy pink silky folds. Her muscular thighs were lean, long and spaced apart at the top. She flipped back up and now stood side profile in the mirror drying her hair with arms stretched overhead as she ran her fingers through her long thick strands causing her breasts to stretch high and perky as her rib cage extended forward. His eyes followed the flat line of her stomach and the curve of her hip to where it dipped in between her legs. He watched her hipbone protrude forward while her small round cheeks popped out in the back. The image conjured up thoughts of him following her silhouette with his mouth and his hands. He wanted to run in there, drag her out, toss her on the bed and have his way with her.
Derrick looked down between his legs. His bulge strained against his pants. He couldn't hide it and he knew it wouldn't go away quickly and when it did let up, he'd have blue balls. Within a short time, Erica had him hard one too many times and Derrick's resolve, now, non-existent. He didn't think he could suffer through dinner. As much as he wanted to be with her tonight, his body betrayed him.
The hair dryer turned off. "Erica, can you come out here for a moment," Derrick swore he heard his voice hit a higher octave than normal.
Erica wrapped in a towel stepped out of the bathroom. She looked at his face and then down at the elephant in the room. "What happened?"
Derrick pointed to something behind her. She turned to look at where he pointed. It didn't take Erica long to realize what happened. She saw the entire bathroom reflected in the mirror, she turned and looked into the bathroom as if questioning if it was her bathroom reflected in the mirror. "You could see everything." She laughed as she brought her hand to cover her mouth.
"Yep. Everything." Derrick pushed down on his crotch hoping the pressure would deflate it like a balloon. "I think I must pass on dinner. I'm sorry, sweetheart."
"It should go down, right... unless you took something?"
"No, I took nothing, this is all you." He gestured to his crotch like the models on game shows announce a new prize with a wave of their hand.
"But I'm starving and I don't want to eat alone again. Can't we fix it?" Erica threw her hands to her hips.
"Well, sweetheart, I'd like to but you see I've been hard one too many times tonight and I will have a little problem getting comfortable until I can be alone to fix it."
"Alone? You mean masturbate?" She dropped her hands to her sides.
"Pretty much."
"I could step out." She threw her thumb up over her shoulder and pointed it back towards the door. "I mean I'm looking forward to this dinner."
"Masturbate here. I don't think so." Derrick never expected to be having this conversation with Erica but he gave her credit, it didn't shock her.
Erica looked around. Derrick sat in front of her with the biggest erection she'd ever seen and it didn’t faze her. Erica walked up to the corner of the window and pulled the blinds shut using the skinny plastic pole that hung from the curtain's track. She stood in front of Derrick. "Let's have sex."
Derrick's eyebrows met his hairline. "Sweetheart, you must be hungry." Derrick only wanted the meal standing in front of him.
"I am and we'd only be finishing what we started years ago."
"You're serious."
"Completely." She shook her head.
"I don't have a condom."
"That doesn't surprise me."
Derrick tilted his head, "funny; you're an amusing girl."
"I'm on the pill and I'm squeaky clean as I'm sure you are because Jen wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole if you weren't."
"I am. Squeaky clean that is." He paused. "This will not be rudimental sex will it?"
"God, I hope not. We should at least enjoy that thing." Erica pointed to Derrick's crotch.
He laughed as he pushed down on his erection. The intimacy he'd desired from Erica the moment he saw her was about to happen. If any other girl propositioned him like this, he'd have no interest. Erica proved to be different. She exuded confidence that put a person at ease. There were no trappings or predetermined expectations. She saw an opportunity and Erica jumped on it.
She watched as Derrick attempted to push his erection into submission. "Well don't do that, let it out. Free it."
Derrick sighed as he unzipped his pants. Even though his boxer brief contained his erection, he felt instant relief when it no longer fought against the metal of his zipper.
Erica reached for Derrick's hands to pull him off the couch closer to her. He moved his fingers to the spot where the towel around Erica's naked body tucked in on itself. He looked at her and she gave him permission with a nod of her head. The fluffy white towel dropped to the floor next to their feet. Her hardened nipples brushed against his cotton shirt. Derrick rested his hands on her hips as Erica worked on the buttons of his shirt. She slid it off his shoulders and glided her fingertips over his chest. Derrick moved his hands up the sides of her body until they reached her breasts. He trailed his thumbs over her nipples and stroked back and forth. "The waiter was so right when he said you have the hottest tits."
Erica laughed then planted a soft kiss on his mouth. "Bed?"
"Bed."
Erica pulled back the comforter, crawled across the bed then turned to face Derrick. Her heart shaped ass proved her body perfect at every angle. Her ass looked as brilliant as her large perky breasts. Derrick mimicked Erica and crawled on top of her. They gazed into each other's eyes and abandoned all self- control. A frenzy of kissing, tonguing, sucking, licking, pulling, grabbing until Derrick trailed down the front of Erica's body to her sweet spot. Derrick sucked down on her clit while sliding his fingers inside of her. He found her slick with need and her folds plump with want. Erica bucked back throwing her breasts higher in the air. Derrick reached up and tweaked her nipple.
She pulled at his hair at the back of his head while pushing his face deeper between her legs. As his tongue assaulted every fold, he felt her muscles tense, her toes grip the sheets and her body convulsed as he heard her calling out his name. As she relaxed back in the sheets, Derrick crawled up her body. He positioned the tip of his cock into her hot wet opening and pushed in until she took all of him. They both moaned and Erica gripped onto Derrick's back as she moved her hips to meet his.
At a steady pace, Derrick moved in and out of Erica. The thickness of his cock filled her and each time he drove in deeper than the last. Just as Derrick needed to release inside of her, Erica came again this time his name on her lips sounded more like a whimper. Her body sagged into the bed and her energy spent. Her lying there bone-weary flipped a switch in Derrick. He did this to her and he liked it. His sudden bestial need for her shocked him. No woman ever made him feel this. Like a feral animal, he plowed into her. He clawed at her as he emptied himself inside her. The carnality of his voice when he spoke her name sounded foreign to his ears.
Erica's arms lay limp next to her body. Her knees splayed out to the side as Derrick dropped his body weight on top of her. His breath warmed her neck as he tried to steady it. Their hearts pumped blood in time with each other, and the thunderous noise echoed in their ears.
Finally, one of them found the energy to speak.
"Now, I'm starving." Her voice faint from sexual exhaustion.
Derrick laughed. "Me too." He peeled himself off her body and once on his feet helped Erica off the bed.
"Let's hop in the shower then go," Erica suggested as she walked towards the bathroom bringing Derrick along with her.
Erica piled her hair on top of her head in a loose bun while Derrick adjusted the water temperature in the shower. He waited for Erica to step in and he followed. They showered but continued their playfulness. Derrick washed Erica and Erica washed Derrick. Teasing the other with gentle touches and light kisses while water and soap flowed down their skin and pooled around their feet. Sex, a shower and a me
al, Erica effortlessly won Derrick's favor.
Derrick sat dressed waiting for Erica. He called down to the restaurant to make sure they could seat them. Being later in the evening benefited them because they missed the rush. Only a few minutes past when she walked out of the closet, the second Derrick saw her he shot up. "You look beautiful."
Erica bit down on her lower lip then looked down at her dress. "It's new. I bought it at a small boutique here in Chicago." The vibrant green color of the dress complimented her creamy skin, dark hair and jade eyes. It hugged every curve of her body and fell half way down her thigh. Her long, shapely legs competed with her bare, toned arms while the straps of her black heels circled her small ankles conjuring up thoughts of her naked wearing only those heels.
"Erica, the dress is sexy but you are beautiful." Derrick stood and walked over to her. He wanted to kiss her, but he felt he'd be crossing an imaginary line. Yes, they had sex but an intimate kiss would make the moment feel like more and Derrick didn't want that. "Let's go to dinner."
"Derrick, wait." Erica stepped closer to him. "I know what we did was wrong on many levels because of Jen but I'd like to thank you. I'm glad you stayed and though I regret you're my friend's ex-fiancé, I don't regret sleeping with you. You were amazing."
He enjoyed hearing those words. "That night at the club when you ran out on me, I had every intention of asking you out, but you bolted before I could even ask your name."
"I'm sorry I left you like that. I had no interest in dating and I was only looking for a one-night stand but I regretted it because you remained in my thoughts for weeks after."
Erica pulled Derrick into her body and kissed him long and deep. When they finished, Derrick gazed at her wanting to say something but the words wouldn't materialize, so he kept it simple. "I regret nothing because here we are."
Derrick dated many girls, all of them pretty, but walking through the restaurant's bar and lounge to get to the dining room proved to be unchartered territory. Everyone turned to look at Erica. Men, women, old and young all turned and stared as she moved through the space unaware of the attention she attracted. Derrick too aware and somewhat uncomfortable by the attention Erica received, possessively rested his hand on the small of her back and moved her along.
The maître d' greeted them as soon as they entered. "Good evening, how are you tonight?"
"Fine, thank you, a reservation for Anderson."
"Ah, yes, right this way."
Derrick motioned Erica to proceed in front of him while he walked behind her. When they arrived at the table, the maître d' pulled out the chair for Erica while Derrick sat in the one closest to her. The maître d' handed them menus and asked if they'd like wine. Derrick looked over at Erica and she smiled in agreement. Derrick perused the smaller menu, and the maître d' made suggestions.
"Erica, red or white?"
"I'm in the mood for red."
Derrick took another glance at the menu. "We'll have the Chateau La Garde."
"Excellent choice, sir. I'll be right back with it." He stepped away, and another gentleman walked over.
"My name is Ralph. I'll be your waiter this evening. Please let me know if there is anything you need. I'll leave you to look over the menu and I'll be back if you have questions."
Derrick looked at Erica as she placed the menu next to her plate.
"I thought we'd be discussing Jen tonight." She fussed with the cloth napkin folded on her plate.
"We can still talk about her if you want to."
"I almost feel we have to say something."
"Erica, I don't want to talk about her and as much as I'd like to make you happy spending the evening explaining why I did what I did, it's not how we should spend the night."
A small smile crept across Erica's face. "You'd like to make me happy?"
"Yes, and I'd like to see you again."
Erica thrilled at first changed direction when thoughts of Jen weighed heavy on her conscious. Her feelings would be different if enough time passed. "Derrick, don't you think it's too soon."
"I don't want to waste time..." The waiter came back with the wine before Derrick could finish what he wanted to say. He poured them two glasses, recited the specials then took their order.
When the waiter walked away, Erica leaned into Derrick. "Well, no one could accuse us of wasting time."
Derrick reached for Erica's hand. "Erica, are you okay with what happened."
Erica thought for a moment. "I feel like a bad friend because I slept with you. I feel selfish. I wanted you from the first time we met, and tonight I jumped on the opportunity."
"I don't want you to feel guilty about what happened." Derrick collected his thoughts. "Jen and I were two different people, and I know Jen's your friend so don't be mad at me for saying this, but she's not a nice person."
Erica took a sip of wine and almost spit it out. A laughing choking sensation took over and Derrick patted her back.
The waiter ran over. "Sir, is your wife okay?"
"My wife is fine. It's my fault I told her a funny joke as she took a sip of wine." Derrick rubbed Erica's back.
Erica stopped choking. "My husband thinks he's funny. He does it on purpose. He's cruel."
The waiter gave a nervous laugh. "Your appetizers will be right out. I'll be back." He said as he walked away.
"Better?" Derrick smiled at Erica.
"Better, and your right, Jen is not the nicest person, and it's not like you cheated on her. You officially broke up with her, so you are single."
"And you?"
"Single."
"So we're okay?" Derrick needed a little more reassurance.
"We're okay," Erica said it but didn't believe it.
Derrick took a sip of his wine as Erica spoke. "So we can have sex again after dinner?"
Now Derrick choked on his wine. Again, the waiter rushed over. "Sir, are you okay?" Derrick still coughing couldn't speak, so Erica answered for him as she patted his back. "He's fine. I'm getting back at my husband for causing me to choke."
As the waiter walked away, he gave them both a sideways glance.
Erica spoke when Derrick stopped choking. "He thinks we're crazy."
"We may be and yes, I plan on making love to you all night long."
The food came and as they settled into their meals, they settled into each other. They talked about where they grew up, the parents that raised them, the schools they attended and how they chose their career paths. The conversation between them flowed. Their strong sexual attraction undeniable but it became apparent that a strong friendship could blossom between them as well.
They felt comfortable with each other. It came easy. It came almost too easy. But neither one would dare analyze it, at least not tonight, maybe in the morning, but not this evening, tonight Derrick and Erica would enjoy the other's company.
Erica sat back in her chair. "That was delicious."
Derrick took his napkin and dropped it on the table. "Unbelievable meal."
A young man cleared the table. When he finished, the waiter walked over with dessert menus in his hand. "Dessert, coffee?"
Derrick nodded and Erica agreed. "No, thank you, everything was excellent including the service. We appreciate it." Derrick stared at Erica as she interacted with the waiter. The similarities between Erica and the girls he's dated were, well, let's see... there were no similarities.
The girls he dated were pretty, some plain but not ugly, Erica was a Siren. Her allure was unavoidable though with no effort on her part. Erica being herself was the allure. The girls he dated were rude and aloof, but Erica understood the importance of being kind to everyone. Her genuine caring of other's feelings drew you in. Where they spent their energy trying to win Derrick over by portraying all the qualities he'd think necessary for his future wife to exhibit, Erica spent her energy being herself and living in the present.
Derrick couldn't deny that the woman he would one day marry had to behave a certain way. She has to
possess certain qualities to survive in his world. Derrick spent the last seven years working towards living a particular life. He wasn't sure Erica could fill that role but for now, she was a fun distraction and he planned on enjoying her.
Sex with a perfect stranger was not typical behavior for Erica but something existed between her and Derrick that she refused to ignore. Even the first night they met, Erica saw something in him. He was handsome, but he also looked awkward wearing his shirt and tie at a club. Erica felt free in her skin and Derrick standing on the sidelines of the dance floor looked confined. When they danced, she felt him needing his freedom and how he easily gave up his restraints. She felt a need to help him with that task and she dragged him off the floor.
Few words could describe how Erica already felt about Derrick. No logical reason behind her rapid feelings for him, no hypothesis explaining the electric currents she felt around him, only this existed: She felt comfortable around him like she'd known him all her life.
They walked back to her room in silence. Nothing awkward about it, they had full bellies, great dinner conversation, and they enjoyed the moment. If they had to rate the date on a scale of one to ten, it'd be a ten and there'd be a second.
Once inside Erica's room. They undressed leaving on only their underwear. Together they used the bathroom, and they both used Erica's toothbrush to brush their teeth. When they finished, Derrick left on the bathroom light but closed the door halfway. The rest of the room stayed in the dark. They stripped themselves of their underwear, slipped under the covers, and moved to the center of the bed. In each other's arms with their naked bodies pressed against the other's they drifted into a deep sleep.
Sometime around three in the morning, they both woke when a loud group of hotel guests walked past their door. Erica stretched her naked body against Derrick's arousing him. He circled his arms around her waist and pulled her even closer to him.
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