She danced around the room like no one was watching... but he was. She was generous in form but tight with animalist grace. Moving seductively to the music dressed only her purple lace camisole and matching thong that teased the imagination of the viewer. Her skin a flawless creamy caramel brown, glisten with a slight sheen of perspiration as she executed move after move with open abandonment and grace. Her wild main of waist length hair flowing around her accenting her ever movement, from the gyration of her hips to standing her on toes. She was a vision of desire...his vision, his desire.
He stood there in the shadows watching her as he had been since the first night he saw her during one of his night time ventures out. Like that nights before and since he had drifted out into the night to search substance, but on that night he had found beauty and grace instead.
He watched her dancing alone in the studio first viewing her as a possible source of substance... but then....Her grace and beauty attracted him on so many levels some that he had not visited or felt the need to in a long time. As he watched her he could smell the scent of her warmth and essence different toward him, calling him to stop and come closer to watch to .....
The music ended as she made her last turn going down on to her knees as if going to them in pray. Breathing heavy as she came back to herself her body was humming with life and so warm. So much so that she stripped off her camisoles and thong, that had turned into little more than wet binding as a result of her dancing....
Turning off the light to the studio which was on the fourth floor of renovated warehouse in which she lived,she walked over to the floor to ceiling windows and looked down undo the street below. The music began to play again this time it was Tamia "You Put A Move on My Heart", she started moving to the music again letting the music take her away. Swaying hips, floating arms and twisting body all dancing to the music ....
He crossed the distant and the barriers that separated them. Once in the room he pulled up a chair and sat down in the shadows of the room to watch the dance. In breath in the scent of her that now fill the room; the essence of her was sweet like the memory of a taste of honey on a tongue that had not known it taste in hundred years. or more. Now it was here in the presence of this woman. He continued to watch her dance the desire for her grew in him.She turned and swayed to the music seductively as the war rage on in him to lay claim or to pass her by. He stood up and step into her when she turned his way into the shadows of the room....
She came out of her dance trance to find herself in the arms of a stranger and as she opened her mouth to scream he kissed her. In the kiss there was passion, desire and no fear..... Not even when he slides his cock into her didn't she feel fear. All she felt was how amazing it was to have him in her as they now dance around the room to music with her wrapped around his body....
He felt the need rising in him again. Almost overriding his control, but tonight at this moment in time he pushed away and let his passion feed. Holding her up against the windows of the room he fucked her for all to see as theirs was a passion to view. Moving from the windows but to a sofa that was still in view of them, he put her over the back of the sofa and fucked her from behind. Squeezing her larges breasts in his hands, pinching the nipples between his fingers as he did so, she moaned loudly demanding that he fuck her harder. Twisting a bunch of her hair around his fist he pulls genteelly back her head and turns it to kiss her deeply. As their tongue twisted and danced together, he bites down softly on her bottom lip drawing blood. Sucking the sweet fluid of her life into his mouth he letting it passes between them.
They moaned into each other mouth as pain became pleasure as he began to pistol whip his cock in and out of her wet, hot, and pussy. Letting go of her hair with the sweet taste of her blood in his mouth, he wanted to taste more of her. He could feel her body about to reach orgasm when he pulled his cock out now slick with her creamy wetness. He flipped her over onto her back and slid her down on to the sofa seat with her lower half up in the air and only a few inches from his face. The scent of her had him moaned between clenched teeth as his cock moved like it had a mind of its own searching to find what it was missing ....her pussy. It had it's turn now it was time for more tasting, he thought as he lowered his mouth down onto her fragrant
fruit.....
Ohhhh God was all she could think of as the stranger pounded his way into her already wet pussy, which was a side effect of her dancing. Dancing had always made her horny and wet. The stranger had taken her from one position to the others with ease, never once separating until they reach the sofa and was then ... that what was when it got stranger.... His eyes, his eyes... the glowed blue!!
He couldn't get enough of her in his mouth; the taste of her was driving him crazy. This woman... this human ... No No it can't be! Sliding his tongue around her clit and I massage the nub until he had her almost pulling his hair out, screaming and moaning to the top of her voice. He stopped her by grabbing her hands and forced her genteelly to release his head and then replacing his tongue with his cock between her legs. Holding on to her hips he went back into ramming his cock into her tight wet throbbing pussy. The tightness and wet heat ...... he could feel himself cumming and he felt my eyes changing and more. He quicken his pace....
She could feel her body start to shake as her orgasm roared its way into her. Screaming, crying, and shaking as she rammed her body in to the stranger's, her orgasm was now in control....
No... She can't be.... He screamed as her convulsion body erupted into an orgasm that literally looked like it was going to shake her apart. The look of desire that she shown in her eyes and the warmth of her skin combining the scent of her send him crashing in to his own orgasm. Pulling her too him he held on to her as they both lost touch with reality and fell into each other as they clung to what was between them....
Her orgasm was so strong that once it left her she fell into an exhausted sleep but not before opening her eyes wide and looking into the face of the stranger and asked her question without words.....
He came back to himself faster because of what and who he was, but still what had pass between them was more than he had ever imagined or hoped for. Looking into her eyes, he knew the question but had no answer, at least not one that she would except or believe. He could feel the pull the Eternal drawing on him and he knew that it was time for him to leave and to decide......
She woke up lying in her bed,naked and sore. Her body felt like she had been dancing hours on ends. Getting out of bed she made her way to shower and stood there letting the warm water run over her body as she tried to figure out if she had dreamed it all. By the time she got out of the shower the soreness had abetted and she was clear headed. After dressing and having breakfast by then she had figure it was all just a dream and pushed it with reluctance back into the corner of her mind, a dream unrequired and forgotten. It wasn't until the following week that the dream ...the stranger returned....
It was just at dusk when he came to her... again. She was again dancing slowly in the dim light of the dance studio. Moving with grace as she dances around the room to Nelson Rangel, "The Last Kiss", he watched from the shadows of room. Remembering ..... then with a sad smile he turns and vanishes into the shadow. She ends her dance as the music slowly comes to the end....
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