by Logan Chance
Again.
After a few minutes, I decided to use the secret super power I owned. It would require the use of a couple of ladies with penis straws in their mouths. When she finally returned to ask if I wanted another, I leaned in, talking close to her ear over the loud music.
My scruffy cheek whispered across her smooth skin. “As a father, I have to beg you to please cut those girls off.” I nodded in the direction of the bachelorette party. Her eyes flitted to them and then back to me. “If it were my little Lucy, I’d be devastated to know they’d be driving home like that.” Daddy role never failed me before.
“Relax,” she shot back. “They have a limo waiting in the lot. Daddy Dearest.”
I smiled at her and leaned back in. “Just so you know, you’re the hottest girl in this whole fucking place.”
“Just so you know,” she said, touching my shoulder this time, “you’re the millionth guy who has said that tonight.”
I pulled back, palms splayed on the bar as I met her eyes. “But there’s a difference—you want to know what it is?”
She shrugged, causing her tits to squeeze together. I grabbed my empty glass and held it up to her, leaning in close again, not breaking eye contact. “I’m the only fucker in here who will say please.”
“Fuck,” I groaned, breaking from the lips of the silver goddess. Tongues twisting, mouths sucking, her sexy moans were pulling me under. “You want to do this here?”
With a strong grip around her waist, I pulled her even closer, grinding my cock against her.
“You have to live a little,” she said as she pushed away and ran toward the shoreline.
The waves crashed as I strolled along with my hands in my pockets, fascinated by her.
Her silver wig and long legs held the moon’s glow as she laughed. Her toes dipped into the salty ocean and as I watched—my arousal deepened.
I took a long breath as I saw her dance in the moonlight. Fucking hot, the way her ass shook, the way she grooved to a rhythm playing along in her mind. I wanted to hear it too.
I’d been overworked for so long, and she made me feel like I’d been set free.
She shimmied over, her arms landing around my neck as I gazed into her glitter-shadowed eyes. “Dance with me.”
We swayed and rocked into one another as I caressed the dip of her spine with one hand. “Your name, what is it?”
“Penelope.”
Penelope. It rolled along my tongue as I said it aloud.
“Are you going to tell me yours or do I have to guess?”
“Take your best shot,” I egged her on.
She placed a finger to her suckable lips, gazing skyward before returning her copper eyes to mine. “I don’t know. Maybe Frank. You look like a Frank.”
I cocked a brow. “Do I? No, not Frank. Name’s Theo.”
“Ah…Theo…I see now.”
I raised a brow. “See what?”
“Your name…I see how you managed to get me out here. You had God on your side.” She laughed, moving closer. “Theo means God given.” Her eyes met mine with intensity. “Feeling like a saint or a sinner tonight, Theo?”
“Oh, definitely a fucking sinner,” I said, grabbing her, “and worshipping, namely, you.”
Where can I fuck this girl, already? The beach—too sandy. The ocean—too wet.
A lifeguard station sat off in the distance and I was already pulling Penelope in that direction.
“Get your sexy ass up there.” I grabbed a handful as she stepped her first foot in the rung of the ladder.
“Race you to the top,” she said, laughing as she glanced down to me.
Damn, this sexy temptress teased me. A snap decision and I took off running toward another staircase off to the left.
I’d get to the top before her if my life depended on it.
A sexy smirk, fingers playing with the strands of her shimmery top, and a wicked gleam in her eyes awaited me when I reached the large deck.
“Damn, you’re quick,” I breathed out fast.
“Not quick at everything.” The way she batted her fake eyelashes made my heart beat faster.
“Yeah, I like to take things nice and slow, too.” I grabbed the handrails, leaning over slightly as I gradually made my way to her.
“Just the way I like it,” she paused as I stalked even closer. “Well, sometimes.” She winked as I reached her. My hands moved to the sides of her face, drawing her in, my lips capturing hers once again.
The feel of her tongue tracing along mine and my cock sprang to life. Her sexy curves pressed against me as I guided her back toward the lifeguard chair.
A soft summer breeze, a light touch of air, a slight shiver of Penelope’s body had me holding on tighter.
Breaking the kiss, I glanced over her, memorizing the way she sparkled with the backdrop of the ocean behind her.
“You’re stunning,” I whispered across her glittery skin.
She blushed, even with the heavy makeup, before she ran her hand along the front of my pants gripping my hardness underneath.
“Yeah, stroke my cock,” I growled against her silver wig, rocking my hips into her hand. Her mouth sucked my neck as my fingers worked the ties of her bikini top, freeing her tits for me to see.
Edging her closer to the seat, I ran my hand over her heightened nipple—squeezing, tugging, and then sucking it with my hungry mouth. She whimpered, running her fingers through my hair, pulling it roughly.
I was in control now, and I wanted her to know it.
“Where do you want me to touch you?” I asked as she gazed with a fire in her eyes.
“Everywhere,” she whispered.
I would get her to say what I wanted to hear.
Lightly, I traced a finger down her neck, feeling her pulse quicken as she moaned. “Here?”
“Yeah,” was her breathy reply.
My finger traveled down through the valley of her cleavage. I groaned feeling the soft skin of each tit as they pressed against me. “Here?”
She sighed heavily. “Yes, please.” Her back arched off the wood railing as she tried to press her body further into my eager touch.
I slid my finger to the right and grazed over her hardened nipple and snapped it gently between my thumb and forefinger. “Here?”
“Oh God, yes.”
My lips lifted, my hand cupping her perfect breast as I etched the outline of her stomach. I slid further down until I reached her leg and brought it to rest on my hip. My fingers traced under her silver skirt, squeezing her ass. “Here?”
“Yes, yes.”
The lace of her panties was rough on my finger as I ran it underneath, feeling her wetness. “Here?”
With a sharp inhale, she answered, “Fuck, yes.”
My finger slipped inside her and her breathing sped up when I added a second. “Is this where you want me to touch you?”
She rocked her hips as I sucked along her collarbone. “Yes, don’t stop,” she begged.
“Tell me, tell me you want me to touch your pussy.”
“I want you to touch my pussy,” she echoed.
“Louder.”
She spoke up and I drowned out her admission with my mouth on her lips. I sucked down her words as my fingers picked up their rhythm.
Her silver-coated nails dug into my back, clawing at the material of my Oxford shirt. “Tell me you want me to fuck you,” I demanded, my voice husky with greed to claim every god damn inch of her.
Eyes gleaming in the moonlight, she repeated my words.
I pulled my coated fingers from her and smeared the wetness across her full lips. “Lick your lips for me.”
Her sparkling lashes fanned across her cheeks as she closed her eyes and her pink tongue licked along the curve of her lips, savoring herself. Goddamn, this girl.
I slid my fingers inside her and soaked them once more. I lifted my hand again. “Open, Penelope, taste yourself.” Her eyes never wavered from mine as her pouty lips pursed around my finger. My
mind filled with images of what they would look like around my hardening cock.
“Fuck, that’s right,” I bit out. “See how sweet you taste? I want to taste it too. I want to kiss you with the flavor of your pussy in our mouths.”
Smashing my lips to hers, starved to taste every part of her, I devoured what she offered. A low, gravelly sound rumbled in the back of my throat. So fucking good.
I could come from the taste alone.
“Turn around,” I commanded. She complied as I unzipped my pants, freeing myself.
“Take off your panties.” She glanced over her shoulder and lowered them down her long legs. I watched with needy eyes as the lace fell to the weathered boards beneath our feet.
She bent over, hands on the arms of the chair, baring her pussy for me to see.
Damn, she was gorgeous. I was one lucky son-of-a-bitch tonight.
The condom was on my cock in record time and I reached out feeling along her wet pussy. I growled; she was fucking soaked.
I ran the tip of my heavy dick along her seam, toying with her clit. Her head fell back in ecstasy. “Fuck me, Theo. Fuck me like you own me.”
“Fuck yeah, are you ready for me to worship you?”
“Yes, yes. Please.”
With desperation I slammed inside her. Jesus. Jaw clenched, my eyes closed and I gripped her hips as the feel of her insanely hot pussy overcame my senses. Dripping and sweet—oh so fucking sweet. I pumped, and pushed deeper inside her, as she writhed and bucked with me.
I trailed a hand up her back, feeling her tender skin beneath my fingers. When I reached her neck, I spread them around her throat and nipped along her earlobe. “Fuck, it feels so good.”
Her wet, tight cunt made my fingers race to touch her clit. I snapped it within my fingers as she cried out a string of unintelligible words.
We screwed like only two strangers on a deserted beach could, rough and wild. She moaned loudly as I went deeper and deeper, harder and fucking harder. My mind was sewn with lust, yearning and craving more from this silver temptress. I needed to feel her come on my cock.
With my focus solely on her pleasure, my fingers tightened around her throat as I kissed and licked up the nape of her neck. When I brushed the wig aside to find more skin, I noticed a small tattoo. Tracing my thumb along the tiny turtle of ink, I slowed for a beat before resuming my rigorous tempo.
She was sexy as fuck and I didn’t want it to end.
She was definitely the good shit. Hell, she was fucking better than that.
My thumb circled around her clit as I pressed against it. “Penelope, your pussy… so good.”
I pumped inside—fuck yeah, she’s hot.
I went harder—Oh damn.
I plunged further—her pussy. Oh God.
She was like magic, making me see my orgasm coming along the skyline. Soon it would slam into her with such force I’d need both hands to hold me up when it was all over.
She pushed her ass further against me, meeting my punishing strokes. I licked along her soft skin and breathed in the scent of coconut, feeling her tighten around me.
“Oh God, I feel you. Damn.”
“I’m coming,” she screamed.
The most heavenly of sounds; her voice like an angel singing only for me.
I slapped her ass, rugged and harsh, as she climaxed over and over. I kept pounding, enjoying the feeling of her clamping down around me.
My climax built as I kissed along her tattoo once more.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, as the need to come overpowered me.
I couldn’t contain it any longer and the beast inside unleashed. Untamed, I came with such force I wouldn’t have survived if her body didn’t grip mine.
I kissed the turtle tattoo once as I slid out.
The next morning, I awoke to the sun beating down on me. Seagulls flew high in the clear, blue sky and the dried out wooden boards under my head made my skull ache. A man in yellow swim trunks stared down at me as I took my time sitting up.
“Rough night?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I grumbled, searching for Penelope.
She was nowhere to be found.
That very night I went back to Nectar, with the lights dancing around the club and the music blaring, it felt very reminiscent of the night before.
I went directly to the bar, searching for the silver siren whose body was a work of art.
A burly bartender tossed bottles in the air as women around the bar cheered. After he finished, his attention landed on me.
“What can I get you to drink, man?”
“Is Penelope working?” I asked over the loud music.
Confused, he shook his head back and forth. “No one works here by that name.”
“Are you sure? Penelope.” I put an extra emphasis on her name, saying it loud and clear.
“No, she doesn’t work here. Sorry dude.”
I stepped away from the bar with a sinking feeling coming over me. I searched the club for a while before making my way home.
For weeks I wondered about her, who was she? I sometimes thought I saw her pass by me on Collins Ave. Other days, I swore I saw her in the tourist shops along Ocean Drive. Each day she haunted my thoughts as I longed to be inside her once more.
2. Penny
“Come on my cock, Penelope.” He pulled me closer as my orgasm rolled through my body over and over.
My eyes flew open. Another dreamgasm. Panting, my pulse racing, I tried to return my breathing back to normal as I pulled the covers up higher over my head. Trembling, I blew out a shaky breath and stretched my body along the cool cotton sheets trying desperately to return back to sleep, back to the dream I had every night for the past few months.
Silver wig, ocean view and one of the greatest nights, ever. Theo. His name fit him perfectly; he fucked like a God. Our night meant everything to me, until I left the gorgeous stranger. I’d wanted to stay with him until he woke, but an urgent text from my boss of Nectar put a damper on those plans. I took one last look at the sexy man and watched the rise and fall of his perfectly cut, tanned chest as the sun turned the darkened sky light-blue and pink. His full lips were slightly parted as he slept soundly beside me. I brushed a soft kiss against them and rushed off to Nectar.
My manager, and his hideous toupee falling off to the left side more than the right, waited with fuming red cheeks. I’d been fired right then for not getting permission to leave, even though I made sure Garcia watched the bar for me. No amount of pleading on my part would get him to change his mind.
Back then, I felt as if I’d never find another gig paying as much as Nectar. The regret about losing a job for something so foolish entered my mind many times, but I quickly squashed it when I remembered how magical the night was. I needed work though. South Beach was competitive as hell. Sure, I could make bank in one night, but try finding the job. I’d finally lucked out getting hired at The Bearded Goat, a tiki-style bar close to the beach. Half indoors, half-out, it was a laid back, chill job.
“What’s that far off look you have?” Margo, my roommate, asked, making her way into my room and sitting on the orange-flowered comforter on my bed.
I kicked back the covers and ran my hands through my long, sun-kissed hair. “I dreamt about sexy stranger again.” Crossing to the white oak dresser, I opened my drawer and peered inside.
Her perfectly arched brows rose. “Oh, Lord of the O’s?”
I laughed, slipping on the just shy of ridiculous Bearded Goat tank. It was a far cry from what I barely wore at Nectar. “Yeah him,” I said, grabbing a pair of jean shorts and sliding them up my legs. “Did I tell you his name meant God given? Well, God definitely gave and kept on giving. If you know what I mean.”
“Yes, I know, I know. He was a sex God,” she said, laughing.
“Among other things.” I laughed along with her as I thought about Theo once more. Something about him drew me to him. I’d never left the bar with a customer, let alone had sex with one i
n the middle of a shift.
“But, you have Dex now,” she said, pulling a plump pillow into her lap. “You’re happy with him, right?”
“Yeah, I’m glad I met Dex, of course. I just hate how he works all the time.” And how different he seemed since he left.
“Things are okay between the two of you, right?” Her eyes grew serious as she gazed at me.
“Yeah, sure.” I brushed off her question. “I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I stayed with Lord of the O’s.” I sighed and sat down on the bed next to her.
“Well for starters you wouldn’t have met Dex,” she said, giving my knee a nudge with hers.
“Well, true.” My fingers played with the hem of my shorts before my eyes slid to hers. “Dex is great don’t get me wrong, I just wonder sometimes.”
“Oh Penny, don’t feel guilty. It was only a dream. It’s normal to wonder about the greatest sex of your life from time to time.” Her laughter filled the sunny room as I slapped her lightly on the arm.
“I never said he was the greatest sex I ever had.”
“Oh please, you haven’t stopped talking about him for months, even after you met Dex.”
I blushed. She had a point. “You may be right.” I laughed.
“So, today’s the big day, right?” Margo’s question brought me back to the dread I felt.
I sighed, rising from the bed. “Yeah, from what I hear this guy’s like some hotshot real estate guru. So, this should be interesting.” I swept my long hair off my shoulders and threw it into a low ponytail.
“Has he ever owned a bar before?”
“I’m sure he’s never worked hard a day in his life.” I thought about my father, and knew this hotshot was probably exactly like him, relentless how everything revolved around money. I applied my lip gloss and pursed my lips together.
“I’m sure. So, any hot plans with Dex tonight?” Her long blonde hair flowed down her back as she ran her fingers through it, playing with the ends.
“Truth is, I haven’t heard from him in a few days. He’s on a ‘business trip’,” I raised my fingers to signal the air quotes, “and who knows what he’s doing.”