a first time for everything |
Was that, did I miss, no, you do it again A wink I look around and see an old man drinking alone, three middle-aged suits indulging in a midweek happy hour There’s no one else in this direction. Maybe then you meant it for me in my ratty tee and faded jeans not a man-hunting outfit by any standard and you definitely not a man your kohl-rimmed mascara-lined eyes beam merrily at my confusion so I wave, what else can I do without being unfriendly and you take that as an invitation hips swish swaying in a black sheath leaving nothing to the imagination of the old man and three suits feasting upon the acres of exposed flesh sauntering my way Drinks in hand one of which looks an awful lot like the Tom Collinses I have been downing all evening teetering on those vertiginous heels that make your legs stretch onwards into infinity What are the rules for these kinds of things? I find myself checking you out right alongside the pervy old man and the drunken leering suits wondering if your breasts are as soft as they look and if your cherry-stained lips taste as ripe disorienting confusing thoughts but totally understandable How could anyone look at you sashaying through a crowded bar, a fine piece of ass by any standard, and not think of what that dress is hiding? The old man and the suits move out of your way and you slink up to the bar next to me putting both drinks down You place one hand on my shoulder drawing circles I bought you a drink, you purr and holy shit my nipples tighten just like that I am squirming in the seat like you said something dirty watching you lick the salt off of the rim of your margarita on the rocks I imagine that tongue licking me and I shiver Want to get out of here, you ask the sexy purr a little muted, nervous even, as if you finally realized that I am not the type to go home with anyone on the first date and that I have never gone home with a woman Hell I didn’t even know it was an issue until right now your perfume clouding my thoughts I give in to the temptation collecting that drop of liquid glistening on your lower lip and it feels softer than I had dared imagine you grin Almost like a challenge and I suck on my finger tasting salt and tequila and an indefinable essence that can only be you while your hand travels down my back resting comfortably on top of the waistband of my low slung jeans Like we had done this a hundred times before leaning in closer you growl, I’d pay I realize you are talking about my shirt one of those mildly risqué t-shirts every college girl has emblazoned across the front You have to pay to play which is a line from an old song somewhere My heart almost leaps out of my chest as you put your other hand on my thigh, Not anywhere not PG but the shock of it In that moment I acknowledge that yes, I want this, I want you even though I have only a vague idea of what comes next how two women have sex a mystery to me I am positive I am in good hands and you will teach me what I need to know so sensing my capitulation you signal the bartender for your check Putting my drinks on your tab although you didn’t have to I would have gone with you anyways And you can almost hear the disappointment of all the men in the bar that whatever was happening between us would now be happening somewhere else. On the cab ride the silence is not awkward but fraught with tension I almost wish you had just taken me out back and had your wicked way with me this anticipation is a killer We get out at a fancy hotel midtown near where I work strangely enough and in the empty elevator on our way to your room on the thirty second floor you push me up against the wall and stick your tongue in my throat the fit different from what I am used to but you are an amazing kisser dialing down the pressure when you realize I wouldn’t run Taking the time to nibble and suckle on my lips your legs in between mine, soft breasts rubbing against mine almost perfectly Though you have to be a good five inches shorter than I am but with the heels it makes no difference at all We get off sort of wrapped around each other as much as that tight little dress will allow stumbling down the hall into your room where you maneuver me towards the bed and turn on the lights and damn you’re a knockout Unzipping and shimmying out of the dress wearing a smile and those Killer heels I’m staring like an idiot or a lunatic when all I want is bury my face between those double D’s and suck until you say stop Strip, you say. I worry I won’t live up to your expectations then relax because after all you came up to me so you’ve already decided you like what you see I get up from the bed and indicate that you should sit I’m glad I took that pole dancing class when your eyes light up I take one of the chairs and turn the undressing into a striptease, full of saucy looks and peek-a-boos Finally I am as naked as you feeling shy now until you tell me, Come here. I lay down on the bed you climb on top of me, so much lighter than I’m used to but I have no time to panic as you breathe into my mouth, Trust me. I do or why else would I be here so being brave I sit up with you in my lap moving my back to the headboard and it feels weird to be the one doing the holding But you are so small, heels and breasts notwithstanding, that I would break you if I was on top you dig your hands into my hair take over my mouth, almost inhaling me I get caught up in your frantic frenzy and yank the clip from your hair it’s long down to your mid-back easily and fantastic to the touch I run my hands through it fascinated skimming your back but not really touching until you moan in my mouth, unbelievably sexy, doing something right I move my hands from your hair to your ass, round and smooth, a true apple, to shift you up and I bypass your neck entirely, enticing though it is, and take your left nipple a puckered dusky brown, into my mouth and suck, then the right, Moving back and forth between the two, licking the undersides and lightly biting the nipples More, you say and suddenly I don’t care that I’m too heavy I roll you under me like a pro using my body to open your legs wide making room for me between them My hand sliding lower to your other pair of lips, smooth and hairless, to gently rub the taut piece of flesh your clit a hard nub and I figure the place to start is with what I like watching your reaction carefully, lips on your belly I use my thumb and forefinger to pinch it a little roughly and you scream I’m not sure if with pleasure until you grab my head and push me downwards my face in your pussy I spread you wider apart taking a nice long lick surprised at how sweet you taste Nothing at all like I’d imagined French kissing your clit and moving a finger in and out of your pussy slow hard thrusts inwards and you pushed back almost pulling my hair out begging for more so I do giving you another finger and then a third, Scraping you with my teeth as I sucked When you started shaking moaning something incoherent that might have been in Spanish I knew I had made you come Instead of thinking ok now it’s my turn like I usually do after a well-executed blow job I found myself licking you softly hooking my ring finger inside you until I thought it was right around where the g-spot should be You bucked up and I had a winner on my hands because I could make you come another three, four times easy before my hands and lips even got tired I settle down to eat you out in earnest feeling much more confident after you come again I lift my head to see you laid out before me a dessert table with all the treats a girl could want and I tell you to Play with your nipples because I like watching not sure if you’ll let me but you open your mouth and breathe out harder turned on by the command I reward you for being such a good little girl by making a fist and easing it inside you because damn if I don’t like the feeling of having your tight little pussy clench around my hand I tell you hold out those beautiful breasts so I can lick them and my mouth on your breasts, right left right left, makes you come again You leave scratches on yourself I draw my hand out and smile at your glassy satiated eyes and parted lips For a long while until you fall asleep with us still limb in limb your hair the blanket for our cocoon I close my eyes and shift to be next to you gathering you into my arms to breathe your scent on my tongue I too fall asleep And wake to find a note name and number and a promise to return the favor if I meet you again tomorrow night I clutch the paper to my chest and drink in the tangible reminder of the little piece of heaven I discovered last night. --- Author's Note: check out "What Makes Three" for a continuation, of sorts |