With the look in her eyes I knew she liked what she saw. I ordered my dinner quietly even as my gaze kept drifting back to her. How ironic, her eyes were a bit darker than mine. Her rich red hair looked so similar to mine yet different. Every delicate curve was so much different yet the same. Her luscious breasts kept my attention for a thought. It was her luring eyes and soft lips that kept my gaze longer; even though she was sitting alone at her own table. I thought she was waiting on someone.
Her dress was a jet black. The front folded in a sharp X along the deep cleft of her breasts. Her narrow waist was held tight with a wide belt. The bottom of her dress was wrinkled into lazy waves down her hips and thighs. The long silk stockings on her legs lead to her black velvet heels. The arch of her heels setting off her legs making them look more elegant. If that were at all possible.
She had just enough mascara in her lashes to make them richly dark. Enough lipstick to make her full lips plump and delicious. There wasn't enough blush on her cheeks from the powder she'd recently put on to tell she'd even bothered. Yet the natural blush made her absolutely radiant. There was just enough wave in her deep red hair to make it positively divine.
The chilled white wine bubbling in her glass. It made the fine crystal frost just a touch; a fine line of her lipstick left on its rim where she'd been sipping it. I watched as she waited.
As storms cleared through the area, the restaurant had cleared as well. There was no one left except me and her. I could no longer wait. I leaned over and asked quietly if she were alone. Quietly she shook her head. I leaned over sitting up straighter, torn with the question that was swirling in my mind; as easily as the wine swirling in the glass held by her delicate fingers.
Before I could ask the question, she asked it for me. "Would you care to join me?" Her voice was as pure as the warmth of pure sweet honey. With a simple nod I slid from my seat, gathering my own wine glass and napkin along with my purse in tow. I moved over to her table. Instead of sitting beside her as I so desired to do, I sat across the table from her watching her closely.
Suddenly being so near to hear I could for the first time smell her sweet perfume. It was a mixture of leather and lace. A scent I wasn't quite sure what was. At the same I was quite certain I loved its fragrance. It suited her elegant looks, her careful touch to everything her fingers slid over.
For the first time in the evening it occurred to me what I was wearing. I'd worn a white button up blouse. A black blazer with blue jeans. A thin black belt buckled neatly over the pants button. Cowgirl boots neatly tucked away under the legs of my jeans.
What I was wearing was fine for country restaurants, yet felt some what out of place in this restaurant; a restaurant that had been fine moments before this strange redhead had walked in. Now I felt well under dressed.
Her fingertip was dragging along the edge of her crystal glass. My gaze looked up from her finger and straight to her cleavage and to her eyes.
"Is there something wrong?"
My voice sounded like it belonged to someone else. It was nervous and trembling. So unlike myself, I'm normally the cool calm one. Now I'm the one tripping over myself with nerves.
With no warning she leaned over whispering low.
"Would you like to get out of here?"
The voice barely had time to register before I heard myself saying "Yes please!" With that I left cash on the table to pay for both our drinks. Then we slipped out of the restaurant quietly.
The wind and rain had stopped, the lights were glaring off the empty streets. Her hand drifted across the short distance between us. Her fingers slowly slipped over mine. I couldn't help but respond by curling my fingers with hers. Our hips gently brushed against one another as we walked quietly. The streets were so quiet it seemed as though they were deadened.
We walked in silence for two blocks. As we approached a stoop, she paused and smiled at me shyly. For the first time in the night it looked as if she were searching for things to say; waiting on words to form that never came. I wasn't sure if she were asking me inside or giving the brush off as neither of us could find a thing to discuss.
She unlocked the door and turned the light on inside. Instead of it being a bright over head light, it was a soft dim lamp in a far corner lighting the room. She backed inside crooking a single finger. Her voice was a soft whisper.
" I know you would love a drink."
My voice sounded foreign as I agreed. "A drink sounds wonderful".
She stepped back allowing me to walk past her. As I did a half second passed before I heard the door slam behind me. Instantly I whirled to the sound, only to see her leaning against the door watching me. Her eyes were the deepest emeralds I'd ever seen. Something told me a drink was the last thing on her mind.
Taking a step closer she smiled her most disarming smile. Without saying a word I stepped even closer as if I were drawn to her like a magnet with no will. My lips met hers in a soft exploring kiss. Her hands slipped behind my head, weaving her long dainty fingers through my hair, pulling me into her tighter. My tongue swirled with hers in a passionate struggle. My hand found its way inside her dress. The soft moan she let escape coaxed me on. My fingers struggled to find her swelling nipple. The moment I did my own moan was lost in our kiss.
Within a moment's movement she shoved me against the wall. Her long fingers slipped inside my blazer, shoving it over my shoulders and down my arms before letting it fall to the floor.
My restraint gone, I shoved her dress to the side. Cupping her full heavy lace covered breast in my palm, brushing the hard crusty peak hidden within the millions of tiny holes in the lace, my soft lightly painted lips brushed back and forth over that hard peak. She arched offering me her breast. With no restraint I tore her bra open, nuzzling her breasts with my open mouth first one then the other, her gasps and whimpers coaxing me on to do more. Sliding to my knees, I give the knot in front of her dress a yank. Just as I thought, it fell open, exposing her smooth trimmed cunt. My head fell back as I raised up, and with no warning pierced her sexy pussy lips with the tip of my tongue.
The moment my tongue drove over her hard drowning pearl, I heard her make a sound I'd never heard from another woman before. Her fingers flung into my hair twisting in waves. Her hips became as a wild piston, thrusting hard and fast over my tongue. My fingers slid up between her thighs, driving two fingers inside her depths at once. I was surprised at how steamy her pussy really was. I'd felt myself when I was this excited before. I knew I was hot but I had no idea how hot I'd become. I silently wondered if I'd ever became this smoldering hot. My tongue made hard tight circles on her clit over and over again. Her fingers were straining in my hair, hips rotating, grinding on my hungry mouth, my fingers pumping her sweet depths harder faster.
Juices were running in tiny rivers down her inner thighs. That's when I knew the time had come. I slid a third finger inside my lips closed over her clit. Sucking wildly, making that small protective hood slide back and forth over her hard pearl, I milked it, as if it were a tiny cock. A deafening scream penetrated throughout the room as her body locked tightly. Those small rivers turned into one mighty gush. Then another; each time my fingers pulled out another gush would shower my wrist. I instantly shoved them back in. Sucking that little clit harder faster flicking that sensitive tip with my tongue, making her scream louder, unable to hold on, I felt her knees attempting to buckle but I held nothing back.
I'd spent the entire night and day dreaming about what I wanted to do with her. Now my time was here and I wasn't stopping now. One orgasm blurred to two. Then into three and four; they all blended into one. When she'd gave me all she had her juices were running down both thighs, slipping into the slender dip of her inner knees, only to fade down to her heels.
Slowly removing my fingers, I took long soothing licks from cunt to clit, tasting the abused sweetness I'd longed for. After her harsh breathing subsided, she took my hands and pulled me up to her for one long, slow, longing kiss.
I never asked her name. She never asked mine. Tonight wasn't about love. It wasn't about tomorrow's promises. It was about pure raw desire; passion that we'd both longed to express. Tonight was about letting go, which we did all night long.
After the moments at the door, we'd moved our desires into a more romantic setting. Her bedroom was like a queens wonderland; a queen sized canopy bed held soft silk curtains all around. Plush pillows were blanketed across the top of the bed and a quilt made of the pretty gold fabric. Yet my thoughts were lost in this beautiful stranger.
The next morning brought on things I could never imagine. When part two of this story is written, I hope they'll amaze and melt you as they did me.
... simply purrs.
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