A Rainy Night

It’s late. You’re alone on a dreary, rainy night. You’re restless. Your cupboard is bare. You’re dying for a scotch, a beer, wine, anything to drown out your loneliness but there is nothing to be had. You submit to your basic needs and don a jacket to brave the rain for a short hike to a bodega.

The place is nearly empty; starkly lit, quiet. You begin to prowl the aisles looking for something to slake your thirst.

As you round a corner you see a woman, She is holding an empty basket. She looks to be searching for something as well. Her body is tightly wrapped in a classic trench coat. Her legs bare. Blood red toenails peek through her open black heels. You find this an odd combination and are intrigued.

She flits a glance at you, a quick cat eye look at the clerk who is preoccupied with his magazine and then she walks to the end of the aisle and disappears. You can hear the tap of her heels as she walks quickly toward the back of the store.

You follow. She stops and waits. When you reach her she is standing with her back to a wall, looking right at you. You stop and sink into her eyes. In her hand she has a nectarine, her basket discarded. You can smell its ripeness. She brings it to her lips, bites with sharp, white teeth. The juice dribbles down her wrist. She brings her wrist to her mouth and licks her hand clean. She then extends the fruit to you, offering you a bite.

You glance nervously at the front of the store but the place is still, only the drone of easy listening and the rain can be heard. You step toward her. She holds the sweet fruit to your lips. You bite. The juice runs down your chin. You raise your hand to wipe but she is there, running her tongue along your chin, your sticky sweet lips. She kisses you, full lips, deep inhalation and your hands are in her hair, touching her cheek, on her neck. She continues to kiss you.

She takes your hand from her hair and guides it inside her trench. Your hand comes to rest on warm, satin skin. You roll down her full breast and rub her hard nipple. Your erection is pressing painfully against your jeans. As she continues to kiss you, she unties the belt at her waist, letting the coat fall open. She is completely nude with the exception of her heels. She rubs her groin against your straining hardness.

You press into her, enjoying not just the feel of pressure on your cock, but the knowledge that she's feeling it, too. You run your hands down her back, on her ass, taking a cheek in each hand. Squeeze them and listen for that little moan, an exhalation of breath, her body pressing closer to feel your hardness. You hear it and kneed that ass, running your fingers down, further, until you can feel a touch of something soft and wet. Another moan. A push against you. She kisses your neck, your ears, whispering in a language you don't understand. But you understand it well enough. Then you feel a hand touching your cock through your jeans, rubbing it, feeling your balls. You pressagainst her more, slide a finger into her as she raises a leg to help you. She's hot and wet; steamy and slippery. She unbuckles your pants and slides her hand inside. Your cock is throbbing; the merest touch on it makes you shiver and groan in her ear, which you bite. She reaches deep, takes your balls in her hand.

She squats down so that she can bury her nose in your crotch, smell you. She gives each ball a quick tongue bath and then turns her chin up so she can look you in the eyes. Your finger is still wet from her slit and you rub the moist tip over her lips, pulling her up from her squat so you can kiss her. The salty sweet taste from her own juices and the nectarine mingle on your tongue. The taste excites you and you push her down again, so she can take your cock into her mouth. She hesitates for just a moment but you are needy and shove your groin into her face, forcing your hard, erect cock between her red, wet lips. You have one hand at the base of her head and begin to fuck her mouth as hard and fast as you would her pussy. But you aren't satisfied with this.

You pull her to her feet so she is facing you. You kiss her on her mouth, licking along her throat, as you hook one of her legs under the knee and pull it around your waist. Now your cock can slide into her wet snatch very easily and you begin to pump her. She tenses with her own excitement, gripping you hard, scratching your neck with her nails, biting your ears, softly moaning.

But the moaning isn't enough; you want to hear a wail, and you don’t care where they are or who's watching or listening. You fuck her hard and deep, pushing long with every stroke, grinding pubis against pubis, your tongue deep in her mouth, as if it were another cock. Pushing, tongue and cock, then biting her neck and reaching around to feel that wetness - just enough on the tip of your finger to slip against her asshole. It's tight and firm, but she gasps and relaxes just a little bit, enough for you to slip the finger inside her. In. In. Deeper, until it's all the way up to your hand and you’re banging her against the wall, knowing nothing but fucking, your whole body a big sensitive cock. And she's full, full in her mouth and pussy and ass, panting and moaning and whispering fuck me, fuck me, in some strange gobbledygook that needs no translation.

She lets out a yowl as she cums hard against your cock, your mouth, your finger, and vibrates with the intensity of her orgasm. You cum with her, pulling out of her pussy just as you start to cum and pushing her down, finishing in her mouth. She swallows and licks you clean, sucking your balls. And then she is on her feet, cinching her trench, turning on her heels and walking out the door. The clerk is looking up over the tops of the aisles from his post, a wicked grin on his face. You tidy yourself; grab a bottle and pay.

A kiss...

I meet you wherever we've decided. We sit at a table, talk, drink, nosh (I like the social aspects of food and the intimacy it adds) and laugh. Laughing is important. As we feel the glow of the alcohol bloom on our faces, we lean in, close enough so that it isn't awkward but not in one another's lap. I lick my lips. I touch the side of your face with my palm, look deep into your eyes and tilt forward, my head at a slight angle, so that I can kiss you full on the lips. No tongue. No teeth. Just lips on lips. With the kiss there is a rush (if the kiss is good) and an absolute frenzy of butterflies in my stomach and then I kiss with a bit more heat, pressing against your lips with mine, gently licking your lips with just the tip of my tongue and then a foray into your mouth so that the thickness of our tongues meet. I'd have my hand on the back of your head now, the other on your shoulder, holding you tight so you can't escape, kissing like consuming a delicious, juicy nectarine, nipping ever so slightly at your lips with my teeth, bringing the blood to your lips so they swell and warm and then pulling back so I can smile, eyes shyly downcast, biting my lips.

Now is the time to blow this popsicle stand. I'd take your hand in my mine and lead you away from said table to a more private place. Now as you kiss me back, you move your lips down my neck, nipping here and there, while your hands unbutton my blouse and slip it off my shoulders. Now you can kiss along my clavicle, long, moist licks, and then an assault on the space where neck meets body. This drives me crazy. My hands are in your hair, my fingers tracing down your back, over your chest, down the front of your pants. You move back up so you can kiss me on the lips, tongue pushing in, biting me hard, grabbing my wrists and pulling me to the bed (or couch. Or chair. Or floor. Hell! it all works for me!). I free my wrists, our mouths locked together so I can unbutton your shirt as well. I pull away from your lips, and put one of your fingers into my mouth, suck on it, roll my tongue over it, and then move your wet finger to my nipple so you can touch me. I can now kiss your neck, running my tongue along the side and then blowing so it evaporates quickly, followed by my hand. Now I can put my fingers in your mouth, have you suck on them, wet them, and I can twist your nipple between my wet fingers while my mouth stays on yours.

Somewhere else

You are walking, alone, through the streets of some city. It is earlyevening, barely dusk, and you enjoy the excitedness of the street as people and families head off to their evening meals. It’s hot out tonight. Tropical even. The streets are narrow and paved with stone. You pass many doorways and quiet, dark alleys on your way back to your hotel. As you round a corner, inhaling the spicy smells of cooking meals, you feel a tug on your sleeve. You're pulled off balance and into one of the darkened alleys. You begin to resist but then realize your attacker is a woman.

She pulls you close to her and kisses you long and deep. You can not discern her face in the dark of the alley but her smell is familiar-it has been following you during your evening walk. Her lips are full and warm and moist. Her hands are in your hair, running down your back, tugging at the waist of your jeans. She pulls and struggles with your belt and then has your jeans open and pulled down to your knees. You are so shocked, so taken off guard that you stand still as she moves away from your lips to take your cock, which is becoming harder as she slips down your torso, into her mouth.

You don’t know what to do save lean against the doorway and go with it, with the mouth on your hard cock. You take her hair, gather it up in your hand, and pull a bit, pulling that face away for a moment to see who it is, what she looks like. But she's hungry and focused and there seems to be no stopping her, so you thrust your hips forward and groan, and wonder what she's got in mind.

She continues to lavish attention on your hard cock and smiles around its fullness at your groans. She handles you with some familiarity, something about her brings back a memory but it is too elusive to capture when you are so distracted.

As she is licking and sucking your cock, she begins to stroke along the shaft, wetting her palm, which she then cups around your balls. You are about to cum and she can feel it. You are gripping her shoulders hard, fucking her mouth, total anonymous sex. She stops and stands abruptly, turning her back to you before you can see her face. She hikes her skirt and under it she is bare. She moves her hand down between her legs and reaches back to grip your cock. She leads you like that to her very wet pussy as she lifts her ass and pushes into you. She braces one knee on the wall to keep her balance and allow for you to slip into her warm box.

And yes that warm box feels good; hot; wet; slippery; gripping your cock in that perfect way only a pussy can. You thrust forward, in and out, loving the feeling of banging into that bare ass, burying your cock deeply with every stroke, right up to the balls. Your hands want things; they reach around, slide inside her dress, taking her full breasts into your palms. You like that feel; you roll hernipples between your fingers. Then you take one hand away, run it over the smooth ass in front of you, squeeze it, and smack it. You hear a growl; you smack again, and rub, and slap. ‘Do you like my cock inside you,’ you ask. ‘Can you feel how hard it is?’ You lean forward, and bite the neck that feeds you, one hand reaching around between her legs, feeling her sopping cunt and your cock inside it. You rub her clit in circles, pumping, pushing, straining, biting the neck,the ears, saying in whispers, ‘I'm fucking you. Do you like it?’

She groans harder and presses against you, fucking you back as you plunge in and out of her hot pussy. You are near climax, pinching her nipples, biting her neck, pumping harder and faster when she pulls away from you and sinks to her knees. She wraps her mouth around you cock, wet and sloppy from her cunt, and swallows you whole. You can’t hold on any longer and cum in waves, pulsing and emptying every drop into her mouth.

She stands and wipes her mouth and then kisses you, letting you taste yourself and her on her lips. You press her against the wall, and slowly move down her torso, mimicking her approach and until your face is buried in her public hair. She smells of the spices in the air, and you snake a lick at her swollen clit. She gasps and as you lick harder, applying more pressure, her body begins to shake, her legs closing tight around your head. You use one hand to push her legs wide and the other to open her pussy. You press your tongue inside her, fucking her with your tongue and she cums in an enormous wave, wet, hot, furious, moaning and grinding against your tongue. When it seems she has exhausted herself, you pull away and stand up so that you can share the coital kiss with her. She smiles; running her tongue over your dripping wet lips, and kisses you. She pulls away, smoothes her skirt and begins to turn to walk off. ‘Hey! Wait’, you say. ‘What’s your name?’. “Anna” she replies and then disappears into the dusty, dark streets.