"I want you to fuck me," she whispered. A whisper so quiet he was sure he didn’t hear her. At least, at what she said.
"Fuck me...please. Fuck me here." She whispered again causing him to topple his beer and grab the bar top for support.
She never made eye contact, never looked up from her empty shot glass, she just stared blankly at the glossy shine of the bar ignoring her own beautiful reflection.
She bared no reserve. Her body screamed for the touch of a man. The low scoop of her shirt allowed her ample cleavage to spill out mercilessly. Her tight skirt inched so demurely to her bare heavenly triangle. And, tonight, she wore her long hair down. She knew that men found ginger hair a rare treat, and she is honeyed to the core.
She traced a carefully manicured nail around the rim of the shot glass and placed the succulent finger to her tongue where any and every remaining trace of liquor and salt was swept away.
He felt his pants tighten and bulge. He felt tiny beads of sweat form at the back of his collar. He felt stifled by his tie.
Sensing his arousal, she swivels her stool towards him. She is inches closer this way and then slowly parts her creamy thighs.. Making eye contact for the first time, he becomes speechless. She pierces straight through him with pools of speckeled copper.
"Fuck me now," she mouths.
With those three words, her delicate round ass sways past him tempting and beckoning him to follow. The only hesitation was the final gulps of his brew. Quickly turning to follow, he is hypnotized by her scent and barely notices the crash of the glass as his bottle crashes to the floor.
The back door slams shut and he quickens to keep step with her.
The crisp winter air nips heavily on the skin causing instant shivering and a hasten in the steps. Heather wastes no time in slipping into the back seat of the long black car waiting for her...engine running and heated. She watches him emerge quickly from the closing back door. She sees him search the night for her. Feeling defeated and rejected, he shoves his hands deep into his pockets and turns to leave.
"Michael!" she calls. The brisk wind catches her hair as the window slowly creeps down revealing her hiding place. Not sure if it was the moon or the streetlight, but he felt himself hypnotized by the glow of her eyes.
"Ride with me...." Heather pleads.
Ignoring his confusion he feels the bitter cold bite his skin. He finds himself unable to stop his feet from closing the distance from the bar to the mysterious vixen. But, as the intoxicating incense flows over him as she opens her door in invitation, his restraint is melted. The sweet scent of vanilla spice lulls him as...like the proverbial saying...a moth to the fire. How she is able to saturate his senses with his favorite smell is another mystery he is willing to explore.
He slipped inside the black Lexus. The plush leather seats conformed to every pressure point introduced. He sat speechless and engulfed. The dark tinted windows blocking out any outside intrusion as if hiding a secret within.
Heather smiled warmly and then nodded to the driver watching from the rear-view mirror.
On cue, she put the car in drive and left the parking lot.
Michael watched as the bar disappeared from sight and silently holding his breath wondering what was to happen next.
Heather grabs the picks from her purse and piles her silken red hair loosely on top of her head. Loose tendrils frame her perfect face. Michael sits in awe. If he was to describe his fantasy girl, then his perfect image has visualized next to him.
"Trust me," she says as her words seem to circle him in sensual comfort. He leans his head back to close his eyes and take in the scent around him. As his head sinks into the headrest, he can feel the soft leather shift as Heather eases closer to him. He opens his eyes as she closes the gap between them. He gets the first hint of her perfume on her neck as her left knee slides over his thighs leaving her naked pussy no where to sit but on his lap. She vices his legs in place as her right knee completes the straddle.
Heather moans as the rough denim scratches the delicate skin of her bare sex. Her hands run through the back of his hair as the soft silken curls falls through her fingers. Michael begins to speak only causing Heather to bring his mouth forcibly to hers. He wasted not a moment to answer the dance her tongue invited to his. He could taste the linger of salt and tequila he watched her drink at the bar. He kissed her more deeply to try and gather one more taste.
Heather could feel the hardness growing beneath her pussy. She smiled in pleasure. As she continued to tease his senses...to slowly kiss the inside of his neck, to nibble the softness of his ear...he became a slave to his environment. The smells. The touches. The arousal. He forgot about Melissa.
Melissa. The beautiful brunette he has fucked for 2 years. The brown haired, blue-eyed bitch that always seemed to leave him panting for more of her but always felt that she was mentally out of reach. He loved her, he thought. He respected her at the least.
And as reality seeps in, he makes an effort to break the spell Heather was casting.
"Mellisa," he whispers, as he grabs Heather’s hands from his face.
"Mellisa will understand. I promise." she simply states as she reverses his grip and holds his wrists. She moves so soft and fluid that her soft breasts moves close enough to his lips that he could feel the heat from her skin as she stretches his hands easily overhead.
And, in the instance he registered the clank of metal behind him, forcing Heather’s perfect breasts from his mouth’s reach, he watched as she inprisoned him with gold shackles to the metal loop of the seat belt overhead. Even as he tried to comprehend the malice behind her actions, he watched the gleam shimmer in her eyes as she passed the cuff keys to the driver. He felt an unknown desire begin to ignite deep inside him.
"Shhhhh, naughty one. I want you to relax. I want to fullfill your hidden desires. Do you trust me?"
Hidden desires...she has tapped into Pandora’s box with two little words. "I want to trust you," he confesses.
"Good..." the words hang in the air like the dew after a heavy rain.
Using that as permission, Heather pops the buttons of her shirt one by one allowing a slow and delicate spillage of her ample cleavage. Men have drooled over her perfect breasts, and she was willing to let Michael taste them. She has ached for the touch of a man for over a year now. She has simply refused the offers except from the tender touch of a woman. Her last relationship had left her bitter.
Then she met Melissa nine months ago and was reminded of the beauty of not only her sexuality but the delicious touch that can only be offered by a woman as Melissa.
There relationship had been a secret to Michael. Tonight was going to be their introduction. And, Heather was having a hard time remaining in control. But, this was going to be a ride that was to hopefully define the beginning of a very intimate relationship.
With her perky nipples hardening, she strokes them to perfect erection. Michael¢s stare as she performed for him was intoxicating. His eyes were filled with lust, and his pants caused him to ache and shift. Helping him with his discomfort, she slowly unbuttoned his fly and slid his pants past his hips, knees, feet...off. This to only be followed by his briefs. Heather moaned as she watched his hard cock bounce to freedom.
Maneuvering gingerly in the car, she was able to fill her mouth with his hot shaft as she knelt next to him on the seat. She expertly swirled her tongue to and fro.
She couldn¢t believe how wet her own pussy became. She knew that he was struggling not having control of his hands. She also knew that if he did he would be running them through her hair, over her breasts, and teasing her sex. Not being able to touch her only made it harder for him to control his own orgasm, but Heather was intent to make sure he lasted until she was able to spread her dripping pussy around his thick cock.
Michael was enveloped in euphoria. He had never had his hands restrained in such a manner. He was able to communicate with Heather through the thrusts of his hips. She was magnificent to watch as she devoured his manhood. And, in the reflection of the backseat window, he sees the moist and swollen lips of her pussy. His mouth watered at the site of her pouting nether lips. He yearned to part the pinkness and taste the honey inside. He could almost feel the tightness of her pussy on his tongue and soft velvet lining waiting for him there.
"I want to taste you," Michael pants.
"Aaahhh, you want your hands down? Not yet."
Heather takes her hand from the base of his cock and slides her middle finger teasingly into her pussy. She takes her time enjoying the warm wetness, then takes her fingers and sucks them dry tasting her own desire before sharing with him. She dips deep inside again then allowed him to have his turn.
She knew what he was doing as his tongue swirled and teased her finger bringing forth desires of his tongue on her clit. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment before slowly crossing his legs once again. This time her wet pussy could feel his hot flesh of his hard cock. She rocked gently not only teasing the sensitive underside of his cock, but teasing her swelling clit as well. Michael groaned and Heather bit her bottom lip as she continued to grind up and down his pole. She was careful not to allow the swollen head to penetrate. Not yet...
She gathers his face in her hands and kisses him. She releases her pent up passion as she kisses him. She let her fear of another¢s man touch flee with this kiss.
And, as he kissed her back accepting her gift of arousal, his cock beckons her lonely sex.
"Trust me....." she whispers against his lips as she slid his cock into her waiting pussy.
Breathless and still.....
Still and breathless....
She absorbed the moment before slowly beginning a rhythmic tantric sway of her hips over his loins. She marveled at the perfect fit they made. She ran her hands up his arms before resting her hands into his interlocking their fingers. Her silky skin rubbed against the strength of his chest. Her hair falling tenderly from atop her head appearing as a curtain for this intimate show.
Heather could feel the pressure on her clit causing her hips to increase the tempo. She could feel her own orgasm building up deep within. Michael could feel her incredibly tight pussy to begin tiny waves of pulsations as she rocked closer to his belly then relax as she brought her ass backwards.
"You are going to make me cum fucking me like that. Let me touch you."
Oh, the touch. She knew that any little touch on her skin, the suck of a nipple, or heaven forbid, the slap of her ass and she would cum everywhere. And she wanted to. She wanted to throw her head back and scream as the heat washed over her body. But, not yet.
"You are the naughty one, aren¢t you? I promise you will get to cum over and over again. You will be told when you can. I promise." Heather demurely but politely instructs.
Michael never noticed the car slow or even stop for that matter. He never heard the driver kill the engine and open then shut the door. And, when the back door opened he never realized that they were parked in front of the studio he shared with Melissa. It wasn¢t until the rattle of the handcuff keys and the brisk wind entering from opened door that he realized the ride was over.
From the shadows, the driver hands Heather the keys as she continues to ride Michael¢s cock. She unshackles him and kisses the red marks away from his wrists.
She guides his hands to her breasts gaining at least one touch on her screaming flesh before she is forced to dismount. And that is when he heard it. The snap of a whip. Startled at the echo and admitting a sense of fear, he sees the driver.
She pulls the driver cap off letting her long thick mane to fall over her shoulders. Stepping into full view of Michael, he sees her. He sees the sinister smile in her blue eyes. She stands dressed in tight leather pants and bustier, stiletto heels, and the whip. Michael quivers....