daydreaming (3)
I led her down slowly from heaven…and the dance floor. I knew this queen would give up her kingdom for a bed. Fortunately, I knew where to find one for half the price. And I intended to make her pay for it. I intended to make her beg for it. To make her lust for it. To make her fuck for it.
Funny how things can move from sexy to sweet in just a few seconds. We were in my car staring at each other, having finally disentangled our tongues for a few seconds. Her eyes were drawing me deep into her, as deep as my fingers yearned to be. This time, her smile was shy, and even sort of amazed. At me? Or at herself…
“I can’t believe what I’m doing…I mean, this is not me. I’ve never done this before,” she breathed.
And I suppose you think I’m used to being seduced by beautiful cover girls? I suppose you think I’m used to fantasies coming true? That’s what I was thinking. Besides wondering how she tasted, of course. What I said was:
“Well, you sure seemed to know exactly what you were doing.” A moment of silence, while I wondered where this was headed. “What do you want, Cassie?” Finally, I remembered her name.
“I want…I don’t know…I can’t explain what happened. I’d been staring at you all night, and finally worked up the nerve to come up to you…But when I got close I….” She shuddered. I touched her face, her lips…my fingers describing in detail what I wanted to do to that mouth. And what I wanted the mouth to do to me.
“Let’s go,” she said holding my gaze like she would never go. “Let’s go before I start thinking again.”
We drove in silence but my thoughts were loud enough for me. I wondered again where this was headed…it sure didn’t feel like a one-night stand. Not that I knew what that felt like. This wasn’t like me either. I looked over at her…this beautiful stranger I was about to let into my bed. Would she also come into my life…my heart? Dangerous thoughts, I know. My last relationship had left me wary of instantaneous bonding – and I don’t mean sex. I used to think it was romantic to fall in love at first sight…now I recognized it for what it was. Utter stupidity. Why was I thinking about all this anyway? This was going to be just sex…hopefully, good sex. Period.
I turned my thoughts off and turned the radio on. Oh, that’s just great. Luther Vandross…
Let me hold you tight
if only for one night
let me keep you near
to ease away your fear
it would be so nice
if only for 1 night
I won't tell a soul
no one has to know
if you want to be totally discreet
I'll be at your side
if only for one night
How appropriate. I looked over at Cassie…wondering if the words spoke to her as they did to me. She looked back at me, and suddenly all the sexual tension I had thought was slipping away in the face of cold logic reasserted itself. Just in time too. We had reached my place. She slipped her hand over mine as I slipped the gear into “Park”. After the briefest hesitation, I drew her to me and kissed her. Hard. She moaned as my tongue sought hers, and I felt myself spasm with new wetness. I wanted to hear that moan over and over again. My hands found her breasts and cupped them as my fingers caught her nipples through the sheer fabric of clothing she was barely wearing. The moan again. Our kissing grew even more frantic…I saw her legs spread… watched her hump the air…and dutifully, no, eagerly put my right hand between her thighs to explore her center…hell, I’ll just go for the gold…her pussy, and claim it as my own. Just as I thought…no underwear. And she was wet…my God, she was so fucking wet. I bit her lips while squeezing her other set of lips. I flicked her once then twice…then thrice, just to be nice.
She was taking quick, short breaths now, and I began to ache…to throb with want. Then Cassie reached down and cupped me, and I started to pant. Taking a moment to curse automakers for not seeing fit to make cars more fuck-friendly, I repositioned our seats and moved in. I bowed my head to worship this woman in her most sacred place. Cassie spread her legs even wider than before, her body expressing her need…her want…her lust. I smelt her sex…inhaled it…reveled in it. My fingers continued their frantic tap-dance for a moment more….
“Please…” she begged, her hands were not so politely pulling my head to her hips. And then…I was there.
My tongue…ah…but should that be another chapter…Should there actually be another chapter? You tell me.
