I watch as he approaches three girls standing by the bar. At first, they seem hesitant to him. Raising his hand, he grabs the bartender’s attention. I am out of earshot, but I am sure he has their attention now.
The girls’ giggle as they give him their drink orders. He points to an empty table to the left as he gathers the drinks to carry. They aren’t paying attention to him as they walk to the table. If I didn’t know myself, then I too may have missed his smooth hands.
I watch as he whispers to one of the girls as a tall dark haired man steps in my line of view. I look up and smile.
"Would you like a drink?"
I tilt my glass toward him shaking my head.
"Dance with me then?"
I want to smack him and tell him to avoid the whitening strips and hair products. Instead, I smile, "maybe later?" Nodding he takes my hints and leaves.
Two girls remain at the table now. He is dancing with one. Soon enough he will take her home. I watch nervously. His hand slides down her waist as her hand finds his hair. Typical flirting.
I take a twenty from my bag and throw it on the table, taking the path beside them as I leave. A quick glance back as I reach the door. He’ll be home soon.
I park in the garage and walk to the house from the rear. I wonder how far behind me he is. They may not leave the bar until closes. He will convince her to go home with him.
I head straight upstairs for my bathrobe and clean panties. I hate bars. The smells, loud music, even the seats feel dirty. I have to wash every inch of my body.
I sit at my makeshift dressing table as I brush my wet hair. My reflection stares back at me. I don’t know what she sees; all I see is disappointment in her eyes.
I hear a door in the distance. Laying the brush aside, I push myself up as I grab a rubber band to pull my hair back.
I descend the stairs to the first floor, sliding my hand down the hardwood banister as I go giving me a sudden rush. At the basement door sounds of him reach my ears.
The house is dark as I pull the basement door behind me and lock it. I can see candlelight as I reach the bottom step and stop. He has been busy.
Her hands now cuffed to the bedpost with her unconscious head on the light pink pillow. As I walk closer, I see he has already cut off her skimpy white shirt exposing her black bra.
He kneels over her as he cuts off her long black skirt. I see the sweat on his brow as he says "grab this,” I grab the skirt and pull it from beneath her in one soft motion. Holding it to my chest, I notice her honey complexion under the white thongs. I gasp. Perfection.
Candlelight bounces around her half nude body. I am hot. My mouth begins to water. Dropping the skirt, I climb on the bed. With my knees beneath me, I crawl between her legs and stare at her beautiful body. I can hear Bobby behind me as he straps her legs down, he fades into the background. The room is empty. All I can see is her.
Running my fingertips across her thigh, I wish for her body. Her stomach is flat and firm, her breasts are large. She could easily fill a D cup. Full and firm. She is beautiful in every physical way.
With both hands on her thighs, I squeeze. Feeling her flesh heats my body. I can taste her even before my tongue reaches her knee. My tongue, wet with desire traces the muscle lining her thigh. The animal inside me rages for freedom as I beg to keep control.
My tongue reaches her thongs before darting back in my mouth, moistening it once more. Smelling her makes me wet. I want wet now. I want her.
Opening my mouth again, I push her panties to the side with my tongue. Like licking the side of a three scooped ice cream cone, I lick her. Now she too is wet, but unconscious. Bobby grabs a handful of my hair, pulls up, and back to kiss me. I forgot he was here. The room comes back into focus as I watch him kiss me.
His excitement comes from watching me with her. Mine comes from her. I glance at her breast while his tongue thrusts mine. Following my gaze, he adjusts my body so I can reach them. His tongue never leaves mine.
Her breast is soft. I grip it, needing it with my hand. My left hand entwines his short hair pulling him closer. Our eyes never close. Me watching her, him watching me watch her.
He releases my hair long enough to unbutton his pants. My heartbeat rises. I know what I want. He knows what I want. I am about to get what I want. With a knife I didn’t see, he reaches over and cuts her bra off.
His hands wrap around my waist and he thrusts me forward. My hands cup her breast as I push my mouth around it. My free hand massages the other. Every ounce of my body aches with need.
Bobby never takes his hands off my hips. He pushes my body on hers as if he too, wants us to become one person. He rubs himself across my silky robe as he leans in for a better view of my mouth. I can taste her perfume as I switch breasts. The right is as voluptuous as the left.
I can feel his hand creeping up my back as he reaches for my hair. As if saying enough, he forces me to roll beside her as he pulls me to her thigh. I lay my head on her soft skin, kissing her smooth leg as I reposition myself.
Now I watch as he pushes her leg to the side and climbs between them. Daring him I dart my tongue out and lick his entire being. He looks at me as he smiles.
He hovers over her, placing his hands on either side of her head. Waiting, hoping she will wake and take him willingly. Disappointment darkens his eyes as he leans in for a passionate kiss. Her mouth is slightly open as he licks her lips. I watch as his tongue traces her lower lip. A soft kiss he steals before he again lines her top lip with his tongue.
He nudges her head to the side as he kisses her neck. I watch for a minute as I run my finger down her thigh and back up only to feel her.
He is gentle with her breasts, kissing her nipples, pulling with his lips not his teeth as I had. I try to look away, but there is nowhere to look. His penis is solid, harder than I have seen it in months. I watch as it throbs with need. He is only inches from me and in no hurry to please me. To him this is foreplay. To me it is torture.
I want her. I need to taste her but it’s his turn, not mine. He knows making me wait is the worst possible thing, but he makes me wait anyway. My hand grips her thigh. My body throbs as I watch him tease me. My fingers inch closer to the place I want to be most but that is all I can do. It is his turn and I have to wait.
This turns him on as much as it does me. Without hands, he guides himself to her then stops. I watch as he rubs her without penetration. He wants to feel her, to tease me. I hate waiting. I lean in and lick him on her. I can feel him tighten as if this small gesture would make him explode.
I don’t have to wait long. Within seconds, he finds his way inside of her. Only forcing the tip inside her then he becomes a statue. He is playing dirty. Looking back, he watches as I suffer. Why is he doing this to me?
I lean closer and I lick everything my tongue can reach, him, her, and him inside her. My hand finds her breast again and I grip it. My body starts grinding on her side. My tongue works to find her and him. I want to taste them.
Seeing my reaction makes him lose his control. He pushes in her hard and deep, he pulls out and shoves himself deep in my mouth. Finally, I can taste her.
Her taste sends my body into spasms. I am being spoon fed my desire. I lick my lips waiting for more as he thrusts back inside her. With the fifth or six mouthfuls, he grabs my head and holds me there so he can feed me himself.
With him finished, I can begin. Pushing him back, I sit up and adjust myself in his lap. With both hands, I push her thighs to the sides for a better look. My tongue has a mind of its own. I lean forward and I bury myself inside her. He strokes my back sending shivers throughout my body. I taste her as if she is the last thing I will ever taste.
I want to be inside her. Her scent and this taste have consumed me. Reaching as deep as my tongue will allow I wish for more. I use my fingers to get deep inside her. In and out. My tongue runs along my fingers as I pull them out hoping to get them deeper. My body is pulsating as if she were doing this to me.
My free hand moves down between my closed thighs as I adjust myself to slide my now wet fingers there. As I adjust to spread my legs, he slides out from under me. He lifts my hips to the position he likes most. My legs spread as I wipe her all over myself as he enters me.
He penetrates me while I again wet my fingers with her, fingers that find him and enter with him. I can feel my internal temperature rising with lust. At last, he explodes inside me as I myself come to the same fate. Exhausted, my hunger subsides.
The longing I felt is gone, she isn’t what I wanted. I have nothing to say as I stand and head to my room. I pull back the covers and lay in my big empty bed. I can’t help but smile. I feel full.