by Cynthia Hart
“You did?”
She seemed surprised by my response. “Of course!” she said, slapping my shoulder. “Why wouldn’t I?”
I shrugged, pouring another beer and hoping this might turn into Round 2. “I dunno, I just thought I’d see you sooner than this, that’s all.”
She rolled her eyes, hands jutting playfully on her hips. “I had two days off, silly.”
I rolled my eyes back. “You know, you’re allowed to come in on your days off, April.”
“What?” she asked, looking suddenly vulnerable by the dim bar lighting. “And catch you ‘doing inventory’ with some other naïve young girl?”
I tucked a finger under my chin, striking a pose. “I suppose you’re right,” I murmured playfully, winking. She got the hint and laughed, slapping me back playfully.
“I knew you were a man whore,” she chuckled, though not without an ounce of sadness.
I winced at the word. Usually, I didn’t mind it, but tonight… I wanted April to know she was special. “Listen,” I said, suddenly inspired. “I… I don’t want to do this here.”
“Do what?” she asked.
“Apologize.”
She winked playfully. “Ah, but I thought you had nothing to apologize for.”
“I don’t,” I insisted. “But I don’t want your feelings to be hurt, either. Maybe… maybe we can talk about this… somewhere else sometime?”
She paused as if suddenly realizing what I was asking. Then, to my delight, her face brightened. “You mean, like an actual date?”
I stiffened; she saw it. “Sorry, is that a bad word in your vocabulary?” she teased, asking me to relax and, in fact, embrace it.
“No, no, not at all,” I blurted a series of lies. “I just wasn’t thinking anything fancy, that’s all.”
She seemed to consider the reply carefully. “Okay, well, there’s a new gelato parlor around the corner from here I’ve been wanting to try,” she hemmed. “That seems fairly innocent, right? Maybe we could go one afternoon, and you can not apologize to me then?”
I shook my head. “That’d be great if you were seventeen,” I reminded her. “How about something more… intimate?”
She nodded at the padded bar rail behind my back. “You mean, do inventory again so soon?”
I rolled my eyes and reached for a cocktail napkin, hastily scribbling down an address on the back. “I’m off Thursday,” I said, handing it to her cryptically. “How about you?”
I already knew from checking out her schedule that she was. “Sure,” she hemmed, once more. “Say, 6 o’clock?”
I smiled. That would be just dark enough for my plan to work, exposed bulbs and flickering tiki torches and all. “Great, it’s a date!”
“Careful,” she warned before sashaying away sexily. “That sounds like some kind of a commitment or something!”
Chapter 11 :
April
“You found it!”
I stood atop a rickety fire escape landing, having climbed up the side of a barren downtown building, staring at a little slice of heaven – and I wasn’t just talking about Caden in a soft white linen shirt and khaki shorts! “No thanks to your directions!” I huffed, feeling his hands on mine as he helped me onto the rooftop patio.
The view was entrancing; there really was no other word for it. Strings of exposed bulbs hung from vine-covered trellises over a small, intimate rooftop patio bar. There were seating clusters everywhere, outdoor wicker sectionals topped with soft, linen cushions and colorful, Asian themed throw pillows with sequins galore. Tiki torches glowed at odd angles atop the roof, scattered amidst lush potted plants, giving the intimate setting an even more exotic glow that was equally secluded.
“Well, getting here was supposed to be half the fun,” he teased, looking radiant with his short black hair and two days’ worth of stubble across his handsome face.
“And the other half?” I snorted, straightening my black crinkle skirt as he handed me a glass of champagne from a bucket of ice chilling nearby.
“We’ll get to that, hopefully,” he said, grinning lewdly as my insides did a little happy dance. “But this should help us get there even faster!”
I sipped it despite his leering smile, or perhaps because of it. After all, I hadn’t just driven through the sketchiest part of Citrus City, California only to climb six flights of rickety fire escape landings not to have a little sexy fun with Caden, right?
He picked up a glass as well, clinking mine on the way to my lips. “To dining al fresco,” he purred, sounding as good as he looked.
“We’re eating, too?” I asked, having thought so much about what underwear I would – or wouldn’t – wear on our little “date” that I’d completely forgotten it was dinnertime.
He chuckled as if he’d forgotten, too. “Of course, April. It is a date, remember?”
“Says who?” I teased as he unveiled a colorful plate covered with cheese and crackers, clearly an afterthought when compared with the other, more elaborate decorations dotting the romantic setting. “I thought that was a bad word in your vocabulary.”
“It was,” he confessed, setting the plate aside indifferently atop a long, low wicker bar lined with canvas-covered stools. “Until I met you.”
I chortled, soft and low, wanting to believe his come on lines but finding it hard to believe a player like Caden would suddenly change his stripes for a dowdy little redhead like myself. “Bullshit,” I murmured, leaning against the bar and ignoring the half-hearted attempt at “dinner”.
“I’m serious,” he insisted, topping off our champagne flutes with a soft, muted Prosecco I adored. “I can’t tell you how much I’ve looked forward to this date of ours.”
“What?” I teased, sipping the savory, sweet bubbly. “For a whole day?”
He shook his head, mouth full of champagne. “Since the day I met you,” he revealed, making me arch an eyebrow. “I knew I wanted to bring you here.”
I turned from his intense gaze, flattered but unnerved by the sudden attention. No man had ever spoken to be so intensely before, so believably, especially one who could have slept with the first six women he’d met on the way out tonight.
“What is this place anyway?” I asked, inching farther from the bar as I wove through several wicker sectionals until I stood in the middle of the rooftop patio.
He followed me, at a distance, taking his time as I turned to face him. He was tall, lean, almost statuesque in the flickering glow of the tiki torches as they flickered amidst the potted palm trees that seemed to block out the city skyline dwindling in the distance.
“The Bistro owns it,” he explained, wryly, as if giving a tour. “They rent it out for special parties and VIP guests. We have our Christmas party here every year.”
I nodded, impressed. He’d clearly gone to some trouble to set the date up, and yet I couldn’t help but wonder, “Why me?”
“And they rented it out to you… why?”
“It was just sitting here,” he said with a shrug. “Besides, the owner owes me a favor or two.”
“Yeah?” I asked, suddenly intrigued. “Like what?”
“Maybe I’ll tell you,” he teased, seeming to have floated so closely we could almost touch. “When we get to know each other better.”
“Better?” I squawked, nearly done with my bubbly. “You had my panties around my ankles the first night we met. How much better do you need to know me?”
He tossed back his bubbly, as if in a scripted moment, and slid the glass atop a nearby table. “The question is, April, how much better do you want me to know you?”
I followed suit, tossing back my champagne, but not for courage. I simply wanted my hands free for what might come next. “Let me put it this way, Caden,” I murmured, prepared to cross a further line now that no one from work could walk in on us. “I didn’t come here for cheese and crackers.”
“Good,” he murmured, taking my hand in his. “Because I didn’t ask you here for dinner.”
“No?” I purred, feeling his hands, large and warm in mine. “Then what did you ask me here for?”
“To dance, of course,” he teased, pulling me tight against him as I noticed the chill, almost jazzy music playing overhead for the first time.
“Of course,” I murmured, the words muffled by the soft linen covering his right shoulder. “Of course…”
The words died on my tongue, quickly forgotten in the flutter of emotions that coursed through my veins. Here we were, high atop the city, in a world of our own making, jazzy tunes overhead, flickering fires all around us, plants and glowing lights.
I felt his body, hard against me, and wanted nothing more from this night than to feel him, against me and on top of me and, yes, even inside me. I knew it instantly, though I’d wanted it vaguely since my first glimpse of him. But now, against him, alone, secluded and hidden, I knew it in every vein and cell of my body.
He knew it, too, and gave me what I wanted, inch by inch, as we danced in soft, slow circles in a small, secluded space high atop the building. Darkness had fallen, increasing the soft glow from the lamps overhead. His eyes looked soft and warm as ours met and he nodded, sensing my desire without a word.
“No one can see us here, April,” he assured me, tempting the spaghetti straps of my lacy silver top down across each bare arm. “No one can stop us this time.”
“I can,” I murmured, dreamily, eyes half-open and lips gently parted as I tried to focus.
“You can,” he agreed, even as he pulled the straps lower to tug at my blouse, revealing the tops of my breasts – my bare breasts – and the nipples, taut and stiffening, just beneath. “If you want.”
I nodded, licking my lips with sweet – make that, bittersweet – anticipation. “Is that what you want, April?” he asked, knowingly, his tone suggesting I couldn’t possibly.
I shook my head and, in reply, shrugged my shoulders, forcing the straps of my blouse down even farther as, at last, my bare breasts broke free. He let out a little gasp, as if surprised by my forwardness, then tugged the blouse down to my waist as I arched my back to press my bare flesh into his hands. They fit perfectly, soft globes in his warm palms, aching and eager as he caressed and teased them gently, so gently.
I murmured my ascent, the air growing warm and sultry around us as my bare skin simmered beneath his touch. In no time he had me ripe and sultry, lathered and slick as his fingers moved down my torso to tug at my skirt.
I chuckled, gently pushing him away despite every cell in my body screaming out in distress. “Oh no,” I warned him, tugging my blouse quickly back up as his face literally fell. “I’m not letting you hike my skirt up before I yank your pants down!”
He chuckled, literally falling into the nearest canvas high-top chair as I pushed him gently back into it. “Well, yank away!” he chuckled, as if relieved I wasn’t fleeing all over again.
“Oh, I will,” I murmured, reaching to unbutton his shirt and taking my own sweet time about it. “Just you wait…”
Chapter 12 :
Caden
“Hurry,” I teased as April tugged at the buttons of my crisp linen shirt. “I feel like I’ve waited forever to have your hands on me.”
She was aglow in the warm lights of the tiki torches and exposed bulbs swinging in the warm summer breeze just overhead. Despite the roughly pulled up blouse, it was loose and clingy all at once, sticking to her pale breasts highlighted against the soft, silken material. Her hair was up, exposing her long, pale, kissable neck, her emerald eyes afire as she tugged off my shirt to reveal my bare arms and torso.
She dragged her fingers along each tattoo, each muscle and sinew, teasing me as I must have teased her only a few nights before. I savored the sensation, tired of too many fuck and runs in the past month. April was a treasure, slow and methodical, beautiful and sensual, making me appreciate every moment we shared together.
Even the ones with half my clothes on! She dragged her fingers down my chest and across my belly, reaching for my buckle and, shortly thereafter, the button of my pants. I was hard, rock hard, stiff and longing in my powder blue briefs as she unzipped my pants and, gently, tugged them down and off, tossing them atop my favorite shirt.
And so I sat, skin perspiring in the summer heat, April’s eyes wide and green and aglow in the flickering darkness as her hands drifted toward the waistband of my briefs. “Jesus,” she murmured, pausing with delicate precision. “You’re hard. So hard.”
“You made me that way,” I said, voice full of aching desperation.
“Well,” she said, gently tugging the waistband down until my cock leapt free, long and slick in the flickering torch light. “I certainly tried.”
She ignored the long, glowing prick between my legs as she gently, and slowly, tugged my briefs down all the way and, eventually, off. Naked, I sat at the edge of my seat, glad I had the only key to the rooftop bar so that no one from work could see us in our splendor.
“I knew just what your cock would look like,” April purred, making me shiver with delight to hear her turn so course, so quickly. “Long and smooth, like you.”
I blushed at the compliment, but even more so from the touch as April finally took me in hand, using my liquid excitement to drizzle and drool up and down my stiff prick. I shivered with delight. Since meeting April, I’d lost interest in other women so much so that I’d gone the longest I ever had without sex. Now, desperate and eager, she had me quivering all over.
And that was before she leaned forward, still stroking me gently, and began to pepper my slightly parted lips with soft kisses. “I can’t wait to put my mouth on it,” she murmured between wet, savory kisses, kisses designed to imitate what she might do to the tip of my cock!
“Me either,” I murmured, making her laugh as she began the long, slow descent to her knees. Along the way she kissed every inch of my chest, my belly and, licking my carefully tended pubic thatch to a wicked lather, she finally savored the tip of my cock with fat, wet lips.
By then I was practically ready to burst, and that was before she gripped the tops of my thighs to steady herself and shimmied her lips up and down the top half of my staff, coating and savoring and sucking it until my eyes rolled back in my head and I warned her of the impending explosion about to coat the back of her throat if she didn’t shift gears – and quick.
She got the hint and slid me from her mouth slowly, with a slick, slurping sound that gradually evolved into a wet, slathering stroke as she replaced her mouth with her hand to keep me nice and hard. “I could do this all night,” she promised as I gently slithered and shifted from her grasp.
“I have other plans for you,” I murmured, taking her hands and dragging her to her feet. When she stood in front of me, still fully dressed, I quickly pawed at her clothes until they fell off, one by one, and we both faced each other, naked as hell.
“What… what plans?” she asked nervously, if excitedly, while I took her by the hands and gently sat her in the canvas chair I’d just vacated.
“You’ll see,” I promised, sinking to my knees between her radiant pale thighs. Her bush was exquisite, auburn and damp with slickness as I gently pried her thighs apart and bent to kiss it.
Her liquor was sweet and savory, musky and fragrant, and even more so as my tongue and lips slid down the slick bush to find her clit, raw and engorged, stiff and slick. She gasped and shivered with delight as I planted my lips around it, pressing my tongue against the ripe, quivering bud as she bucked and murmured and cooed.
While I gave her glistening clitoris a tempting tongue bath, my hands slid up her thighs, then around, and under, to gently clasp her backside and ease her slightly out of her seat. Suddenly, feasting on her glistening clit, the angle just right, I could feel April’s orgasm approach with all the subtlety of a speeding locomotive.
“N-n-n-no,” she murmured, even while grinding greedily across my tongue and lips to lap every ounce of pleasure she could from my face. “Not yet!” And she
came, powerfully and plentifully, a warm gush of enthusiasm from between her legs as her entire body buzzed like it was being electrocuted.
I savored her flowing liquor, thick like honey and tangy like musk, taking the pressure off of my tongue but squeezing her cheeks together as she shivered and sweated and, once again, came powerfully against my soft, probing lips.
I alternated the rhythm, sucking and squeezing, squeezing and sucking until she panted breathlessly and sweated liberally and trembled uncontrollably. She stammered again, for real this time, inching away from my slick, sticky face as she sputtered, “No-no-no more!”
I nodded, licking her glistening enthusiasm from my lips as I gently rose between her legs. “Well then,” I said, still rock hard and leaking with my own excitement. “If you’re done with me then…”
She chuckled, halfway between a gasp and a snort, reaching for my hands and drawing me closer. “Oh no,” she said, shivering as she stood, body slick with sweat – like mine. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Chapter 13 :
April
We walked, on rubbery legs, to a nearby conversation cluster. It was a low wicker seat, more like a cube, positioned in between three others just like it in a fashionable, modern sectional. It featured a soft linen cushion, off-white and thick as I sank the beautiful, naked and glistening Caden down upon it.
“Are you sure nobody can see us?” I asked, slithering atop him as his tattoos glowed in the light of a nearby tiki torch.
“Yes,” he murmured, gliding his hands along my waist and gently squeezing my rump at each and every opportunity. “But would you stop if they could?”
I shook my head, grinding my pearly labia up and down his veiny prick as it pointed toward his sweaty naval. “Would you?” I asked, arching my back just slightly to invite him inside. His tip entered with a thrilling pressure, thick and meaty and slick as I leaned back even further to guide him the rest of the way in.