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The Artist
by Paris Waterman (the_panda@hotmail.com)
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A story about spontaneous sex between to strangers. (MF)
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Her heart was hammering, banging away inside her chest.
She unlocked the car and quickly got inside and slammed
the door. She started the car and turned the AC on high
and stuck her face in front one of the vents.
She unbuttoned the top four buttons of her dress, pulled
it open and directed another vent to her chest. "Jesus!"
she thought, as she tried to put the memory of the feel
of his inner thigh into perspective.
She'd been caught off guard, but he'd simply grabbed her
and they were off around the room, smiling, being and
pretending. If... if only he'd continued to hold her
hand as they walked from group to group. But he hadn't
done that. Instead, he'd released her hand and touched
her back during one introduction, put his arm around her
for another, take her hand for yet another. Each time
bringing her in touch with another part of his anatomy,
the hardness of his chest here, the strong inner muscle
of his thigh there. And each time the renewed contact
with her warmed flesh vividly re-created a sense of what
he must be like. Or more accurately, it created a
heightened curiosity, a desire to know, or maybe...
simply... a desire.
It certainly wasn't the first time a man had played her;
it was more a part of her chemistry, and partly her age.
She was rattled at finding herself responding to his
sophisticated sexuality. She took a toilette packet from
her purse, opened it, and wiped her sweating forehead
and across the tops of her breasts. She put the toilette
in the trash and, leaving her dress unbuttoned, put the
car in gear, only to shift back to park and turn the
engine off. He was crouching next to her window.
"May I join you in the car? It looks so invitingly cool
in there."
Despairingly, she knew she'd come to the line. "Oh sure,
get in," she said weakly, crossing the imaginary line -
all the while deploring her actions. She started the car
again.
He opened the passenger door, slid into the bucket seat
beside her and closed the door. "Uummmm, that's a
relief." His voice so calm and confident.
"He's lying," she thought, "but... Oh, look at him."
He continued talking in that smooth husky manner. "You
have no idea how glad I am to have caught up to you
before you left. I had no way of contacting you." He
reached out and touched her face, one hand lightly on
each cheek. He leaned forward and kissed her twice
lightly on the forehead.
She didn't resist.
He continued kissing her, little butterfly nips here,
others quick as a flash, still others soft and
lingering, moving steadily downward. He brushed her
eyelashes, her reflexes caused her to blink; then she
consciously closed her eyes.
Almost as a reward, he kissed each one in turn. His lips
lightly skimmed her nose, searching for her mouth,
stopping enroute to suck gently on her cheek; to her
chin, where for the first time she felt his tongue,
feather light in a flickering lick. "Oh, my god!" she
thought, as she detected her inner core begin to throb.
"I can't control this."
Finally, his lips touched hers. Just touching, but
lingering, as though time had stopped. Then her mouth
opened, and tongue touched tongue. Slowly, softly, the
velvet tip of his tongue began to circle hers.
Indicating her surrender, she laved her tongue back and
forth across his. She uttered a subdued sigh, and
revealed her increasing desire to him.
Abruptly severing the kiss, he looked into her eyes as
they opened, only to teasingly say, "Ah, you liked that,
didn't you? Well let's continue, shall we?" He pulled
her head close once again and found her mouth open,
eagerly awaiting his. He sucked upon her lower lip,
moving eventually to the upper lip.
Then the two tongues were dueling frantically. This
parrying continued for almost ten minutes. It was she
who broke the kiss, pretending to gasp for air, actually
trying to make a decision she failed to realize was
already made.
Relentlessly, his tongue probed the inner recesses of
her open neckline. He could feel her pulse racing, as he
tenderly kissed along and down her neck.
"His hands - where are his hands? The octopus," she
thought, emerging from her sensual haziness. "God help
me, my dress is wide open. Aahhh! I did it myself - what
a slut I am," she postulated, as if reciting a familiar
lament to herself.
His hands passed smoothly, quietly, and quite
undisturbed down the face of her breasts, stopping only
to open the front clasp of her turquoise bra, and
releasing its captive globes. "Oh, those hands," she
thought - as they quickly moved to circle and cup her
generous breasts.
She felt his hardness for the first time, pressing
against her thigh. She formed a mental picture; He's got
a monster. It's huge! I can't take that thing... What's
that he's doing? How the hell did he know I...? Suddenly
she cried out, "Oh, yeesss! YES! Do that! OH GOD! Yes!
YES!"
He licked around the outer edge of her aureoles.
She reveled in the sensation as he continued dragging
his tongue in gentle circles around the circumference of
her aureoles. With his other hand he gently caressed the
fullness of her opposite breast. Never touching her
nipples, now hardened and engorged to their fullest.
Her breathing became more difficult. She found herself
taking deeper breaths, her chest heaving; realizing
suddenly that she couldn't help herself. "Touch them you
miserable bastard!" she screamed inwardly, hating
herself for not forcing his mouth there. "All you mother
fuckers want tit don't you? Mouth me! Mouth me! "Ohhhh
FUCK!!"
Then the softest of moans.
Pinioned between conflicting emotions, and unconsciously
grunting, she reached out to clasp him in her hand, at
the same time seeking his lips with hers.
She sucked his tongue tenderly back into her mouth, only
to find his response more aggressive than before. His
tongue suddenly lashed at hers, moving rapidly in and
around her teeth, licking her gums one second, sucking
her tongue into his mouth only to nip it gently with his
teeth the next.
This produced a reaction she hadn't expected, at least
not this soon as she felt first her loins, and then her
entire being thrill to his combativeness. She responded
by squeezing the swollen member lodged in his slacks,
and began to masturbate him - stopping for a moment,
only to grope for the zipper and free "the monster."
He watches her as she stares at it. "Play with it if you
like," he whispers, not wanting to break her
concentration at this delicate point. He needn't have
been concerned. Her mind was already made up. Slowly,
she rubbed her hand back and forth over the silken skin
on the head of his impressive erection. He shifted
position to give her wandering fingers better access.
Then she lowered her head and calmly took as much of him
as she could into her mouth. Only the bulbous head
disappeared. He moaned in pleasure, and continued with
his methodical seduction, noting with satisfaction how
erect and hard her nipples were.
His mouth hovers over one, his lips purse, and he softly
blows on it as if playing a flute. A favorable reaction
is detected as first she trembles and then sucks more of
his member into her mouth, this time moving her tongue
around and about the "monster."
"It's my monster," she thought. "Oh, Christ it's big.
But it tastes so good and I feel sooo good." She
couldn't help but reach down with her other hand to
touch herself. She was drenched. "This bastard knows
what he's doing. He's an artist," she thought as she
shifted into a more comfortable position. "My god, he's
only begun on me, "Oohhhh, SHIT!" Flashes of white heat
raced though her system from her inner core.
Once again taking the "monster" into her mouth, she
gloried in her encounter, and simultaneously cursed her
luck as she realized she was in a parked car on a public
thoroughfare. "Anyone can see in. I'm like a horny high
school bitch in heat," she moaned to herself. Then, as
he closed upon her nipple for the first time, she
sighed, and analyzing her feelings, concluded she was
very close to coming. "How can that be?"
Confused, she reflected: "It's so soon."
Through a veil of sexual haze she felt his hand begin to
explore the mystery of her lower torso. Down. Down.
Down. Across the crest of the hip, to the front of the
hipbones - all the while his lips drawing tenderly on
her nipple - sending sensual shock waves throughout her
nervous system.
Abandoning herself to lust, she began lavishing kiss
upon kiss on the "monster" all the while gently cupping
the soft, huge sacs hanging below. His hand crept lower
raising her dress; she sighs, and lifts her hips to
accommodate him in finding the soft downy hair above her
mons. His fingers trace downward languorously, in tempo
with the continued soft sucking on her nipple, into an
area covered with a dew slightly thicker than sweat.
He tastes the dew, and with careful deliberation, coats
the finger again bringing it to her lips as an offering.
She removes his member from her mouth and leans towards
his finger, tongue extended. She tastes the bitter
vanilla bean flavor of her center instantly. The taste
of his finger is secondary, but she continues sucking on
it until he withdraws it, a smile on his face.
Her breath now knows no regular pattern. His hands are
tracing hearts on the insides of her thighs from the
underside of her knee to the crease where outer labia
meet leg. She feels his mouth nipping tiny kisses along
her abdomen, and still holding him firmly in her hand,
she rolls over to her back, opening her legs to allow
him access to nirvana. Her aroma is everywhere,
intoxicating him, demanding that he taste and drink of
her.
Her first climax hits the moment she feels his lips upon
her. It has been building since she reached the car. He
inserts a finger into her, moving it in small circles.
The first climax continues and produces a flow of
translucent fluid from her as she arches her back and
moans in ecstasy. With the contact of his tongue upon
her clitoris, the waves of a second climax break over
her psyche. "I'm lost... oh my god, he owns me," she
thought before dropping into an erotic vagueness - out
of control - lost to sensual bliss.
An eternity later, her orgasms gradually recede and
blissfully come to an end. Regaining her senses, she
tells herself she can gain control if she proceeds
carefully. And then, she's straddling his lap, her
calves lined up against his thighs and her weight
resting on her knees, as she placed him against her
center and sank down upon the "monster." Rising up and
down, her wetness permits the "monster" to fill her to
the core by the third stroke.
Each upward stroke creates a sucking sound. Leaning
forward - her hair cascading down and across her face to
his shoulders - she wonders briefly about tomorrow's
bruises from knocking and bumping into the dashboard and
armrests. She tosses her head, moving the hair from over
her eyes. He pulls hard on her nipples, stretching them
to twice their normal length.
The pain, the thrill, the joyous feeling from this
action fills her being and her motions shift into a
frenzied pace. Up and down, she rides him! Unable to
sustain a satisfying consistency, she changes to a
rocking circular motion. Now a quick variation to side
to side movements! "Oh god! OH GOD!" she spits out
through froth laden lips. She exhausts her diversity,
thrusting and heaving wildly, in a back and forth
stirring frenzy.
His fuse has burned its entire length and he erupts in a
tremendous explosion. As she senses his sperm hit her
cervix, a major orgasm jolts her. For a split second she
endures an out of body experience and looks down at the
two enjoined bodies below.
Then it was over.
She lifts herself off him, and bending slightly, kisses
the limpid "monster." He reaches for her and kisses her
lips tenderly. "That was better than I ever dreamed it
could be," he says.
"Yes," she answers, "like spontaneous combustion."
In a shallow attempt to disguise her fear of rejection,
she manages to avoid stammering and asks, "Will I see
you again?"
"Will dinner tomorrow work for you?" he responds
quietly, secretly relieved that he had evaded the inner
turmoil of having to remain calm in the face of
rejection.
"Yes. Around eight would be great," she replies, smiling
for the first time since getting in the car.
Silently, they repair their clothing. Then, as he'd
begun, he took her face in both hands and kissed her. A
long, gentle kiss that would not only end that night,
but also serve as a prelude to many more nights of
enchantment.
I knew I'd have her from the moment I held her hand, he
told himself as he walked to his car.
My plan to seduce him worked like a charm, she told
herself as she drove away.
END
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