The Hotel(Unfinished)
October 31, 2020 – 06:02 PM
Sylvie was rushing to get to work on time…as always. Halloween night was always an interesting night to work, and as she sped past ANOTHER grandma driver on the highway, she cussed herself for the 20th time.
“Dammit, I should’ve gotten up when my alarm went off. Shit shit SHIT!” She slammed her hands on the steering wheel, as if it somehow could urge her POS Sentra to get her to the hotel faster.
Even worse, Patrick was the overnight manager on shift with her tonight. She always felt uneasy when they worked together – not because he was a douche that came onto her, but for the exact opposite reason. Anytime they worked overnight together, she barely saw him…almost as if he was purposely staying as far away from her possible. Which meant there was obviously something wrong with HER…obviously. Which really sucked too…he was the exact kind of eye candy that would have made those nights so much more enjoyable…especially when she had a plethora of time on her hands to daydream.
As she whipped into the hotel parking lot, she caught sight of Patrick parking his Harley around the side of the building. There was just something about the way he moved as he got off the bike – coiled tension, but smooth movements…like a big jungle cat hunting for prey. He was tall-ish, standing around 6’2 and built like a brick house. Short cropped dirty blonde hair with a permanent five o’clock shadow and a simple outfit of a black t-shirt and jeans… his usual outfit – but he rocked it. Never disheveled, and the couple times she was able to get close enough to him, she never smelled anything but clean soap and a hint of something spicy, but not like any cologne she had ever smelled. Whatever it was, she liked it…sometimes to the point that she would have to head to the bathroom and take the edge off. But those times were few and far between…Patrick rarely came to the desk on nights they worked, and when he did, it was mostly in passing.
Coming around the corner, she couldn’t help but think to herself like she’d done plenty of times before that the bike looked like it was built just for him – black and chrome with straight pipes. Not a chopper built for speed, but a Road King that was built for smooth riding. She had always appreciated motorcycles ever since she was a kid, thanks to her dad always having her in the garage to “help” when he worked on his bike in her younger years. As the rumble cut off, she couldn’t help but wonder what that engine might feel like with her sitting behind that big body, the vibrations running up her legs and –
“FUCK!!!” she exclaimed as slammed on her brakes as a car suddenly reversed out of their parking spot, narrowly missing her front end and making her want to do nothing but honk her horn and flip them the bird. At the last second, she reeled herself in…this was her place of work after all, and it was probably a guest anyway. So, she painted on her sickly-sweet superficial smile and gave them a small wave as they drove past, all the while hoping a bird shit on their windshield…multiple times.
She turned her attention back to Patrick, but to no avail – he was nowhere to be found. Robbed of her chance to appreciate his FINE ass in the jeans he had on, she quickly parked her car in the employee lot, took a quick look in her compact to realize she hadn’t put on one ounce of make-up, uttered one more “Fuck!”, grabbed her work polo and slammed the door. If this was any kind of indicator on how this shift was going to go, it was going to be a LONG night.
October 31, 2020 – 07:54 PM
Patrick shut the door to the manager’s office and prepared to make his eight o’clock rounds. He’d been dreading this ever since he got to work and had been stretching it out as much as he could, finishing up paperwork and reviewing reservations…anything to keep him from dealing with Sylvie as long as possible. He did what he always had to do before walking by the front desk where she sat – took a deep breath and held it as he briskly walked past, avoiding eye contact at all costs. That was the only way he’d found that he could keep the hunger at bay.
Making it to the elevator, Patrick hurriedly pushed the button, praying that the doors would open instantly. It seemed to take an eternity before it arrived, so much so that he nearly jumped out of his skin when the “Ding” signaling it’s arrival sounded. Crossing the threshold, he again mashed the button, this time for the 7th floor, and nervously tapping his thigh until the doors came together and the elevator started its movement upward. Only then did he feel like it was safe to breathe.
The air exploded out of his lungs, grateful for an escape. On the first inhale, he caught a whiff of Sylvie. “FUUUUUUUCK!” he exclaimed, as he felt the hunger rise in his chest and beg to be released. Sweat breaking out on his brow, he rested his head against the cold metal wall and worked to push back against the storm building with each breath he took. This was the battle every time she worked on his shift, and it was getting harder each time to suppress the urge around Sylvie.
As he struggled to get himself under control, his mind drifted back to the night his life went to hell. Interestingly enough, it was also on a Halloween night…
October 31, 1987 – 11:23 PM
Patrick finished the last dregs of his Natty Light, crushed the can and threw it into the bed of his truck. He was putting the finishing touches on a hangover for the next day following his now EX-girlfriend’s version of a “Dear John” letter…her version being letting him walk into their apartment to find her getting fucked by his now EX-best friend Danny. There had been a lot of yelling and a few punches thrown between him and Danny the Douchebag…but in the end, he left her crying on the couch with a “Fuck You” thrown over his shoulder. He’d then proceeded to hit up the closest gas station he could find, grabbed a 12-pack and drove out to the middle of nowhere, which happened to be the baseball field at his old high school. What made this night suck even MORE was that they were supposed to have been at Halloween party tonight with the rest of their work friends, having a great time that would have ended with him dropping to a knee and proposing…something he was being uncomfortably reminded of by the small box in his back pocket.
“FUCK IT”, he yelled as he chucked the box as far as he could throw it into the woods bordering the field. Internally, he knew that was the stupidest thing he could have done – he’d spent over 2 grand on that ring, and probably could still get something out of it if he took it back to the jewelers. Arguing with himself for about a minute before shaking his head and grabbing another beer, Patrick set out in the general direction of his throw, cussing under his breath the entire way at his oh-so-smart decision to not only throw the ring, but to not have a flashlight in his truck to help him look for it.
As he approached the tree line, the moon broke from behind the clouds, illuminating the field behind him and causing the darkness between the trees to become more prominent. Slowing his walk, Patrick began to have second thoughts on this whole ring recovery. He couldn’t shake the feeling that there was…something…in the woods, just out of his field of vision. He also couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever was there was watching him as well…and that it was hungry.
Stopping just short of the tree line, Patrick leaned forward ever so slightly, peering in and weighing his resolve to venture any farther forward. The sounds of the country around him seemed to fade into the background as one minute stretched into two, then three…
There! Movement by a giant oak – he could see something moving toward him. Squinting to make out any details, he was stunned as the figure moved fully into his field of view…and what a view it was. Standing not more than 6 feet from him was the single most beautiful woman he’d ever seen…and she was completely, utterly and overwhelmingly naked.
The creature in front of him had auburn hair with blonde streaks and flawless alabaster skin that covered every curve of her perfect body. She stood in front of him, unabashed, not appearing to be bothered as he openly stared at every inch of her. She was smoothly muscled with no hard edges, leading him to believe that she probably worked out but still ate what she wanted to most of the time. Her legs were straight out of a Dove commercial, except hers put them all to shame. His eyes continued to travel up her thighs (God he could just imagine nibbling on the soft part of her inner thigh), and then rested where they met at the sweetest junction of her sex. Now, he was no stranger to porn and had seen plenty of naked women in his day, but none of them compared to the woman before him. Her sex was hairless but didn’t have the razor bumps or irritation that sometimes came with waxing…it was, for lack of a better term, a perfect pussy.
He began to feel the stirrings of lust that made him want to readjust himself in his jeans as all the blood seemed to rush down to his crotch. He seemed caught in that moment, imagining running his tongue and teeth up the inside of one thigh, pausing to lightly flick an outer lip with his tongue, and then travel back down the way he came. Slowly covering every inch of her legs with licks, nibbles and kisses…until finally giving in and bringing his focus to that sweet button of pleasure…
Giving himself a mental shake, he continued to caress her body with his eyes, relishing everywhere his gaze took him. The gentle rise and fall of her chest as they faced each other stole any chance he had at making vocal sounds that would resemble words. Her breasts were well-rounded and perky, but not too heavy…enough to fit in his hand comfortably without seeming oversized for her frame. Her nipples stood at attention in the cool night air, and he could almost see the goosebumps surrounding the areolas. He found himself wondering what they might feel like if he ran his tongue over them…on his way to taking one into his mouth and sucking ever so gently…
“What the FUCK”, he said to himself as he finally regained his senses enough to question what was going on. Not that he didn’t appreciate the situation he was in, but his entire body was ready for sex, his dick so engorged it was almost painful. Something strange was happening to him, more than just simple attraction, and that thought was instantly confirmed when he finally locked eyes with the woman in front of him. It was almost like a physical blow from the intensity of her gaze. He felt like she wasn’t only looking AT him…but that she could see inside of him, almost as if she were measuring him up for something. She was beautiful, but in the way that a panther is beautiful…before it kills something. She radiated power in her stance and her expression as they continued to look at each other for what seemed like hours but was only seconds. He had a sneaking suspicion that she knew what effect she was having on him and liked it.
“Uh…ma’am? Are you ok?”, he managed to mumble out a few words that seemed to make a sentence. She didn’t respond, only tilting her head to the side with a slight smirk. He tried again, sputtering “Ma’am, did you want a jacket? I think I’ve got one back in my truck…” His words trailed off as the mystery woman took a step toward him…and then another. Not knowing what to say or do, Patrick stood like a statue as she approached, drinking in the way the moonlight kissed her skin and caused small shadows over her collarbones, making her supple neck all the more noticeable.
She walked languidly, in no rush. She kept eye contact with him the entire time, keeping him rooted in place. He could only think, “This is what a mouse feels like before the cat leaps.” As she came within arm’s reach, she changed trajectory slightly, choosing to slowly circle him and drag a finger across his chest and shoulders, appreciating her prey. She paused as she left his field of view, and he could feel her run her fingers through his shoulder length hair as he let out a soft moan. He loved it when his girlfriend ran her hands through his hair-
Suddenly the world came back into focus with the realization that Melody was now his EX-girlfriend, and he was out in the middle of nowhere with a naked chick on Halloween night. Like a cold bucket of ice water being dumped on his head, he became aware of how strange his situation actually was.
Turning around to face her, Patrick put his hands up as if to ward her off, saying “Ma’am, I’m sorry, can we just talk for a second? I’m not sure what’s going on here, but can I call you a cab or something?” Taking a couple steps back from her to create space didn’t work, as for every step he took, she followed in kind.
It was then that he started to hear a low growl coming from her direction, and the smallest hint of fear crept into his head.
“Ma’am? Can we just talk or something? Are you hurt? Do you want me to call someone for- “. His words cut off abruptly as she cleared the distance between them in one smooth motion and took him to the ground. Paralyzed at first and too surprised to make a sound, he laid there as she took her time slowly moving up from his legs, keeping her body in contact with his. She paused over the waistband of his jeans, staring at his obvious erection. He could feel the blood pounding in his ears as she slowly lowered her head and inhaled deeply. Whatever she smelled had an obvious effect, as she let her head slowly hang back and released a low-pitched moan. There was a needing, desperate quality to the sound coming out of her that caused Patrick to regain control of his limbs. He tried to gently move her off him and stand up, but he might as well have been trying to move one of the statues on Easter Island. Patrick was no slouch in the gym department and moving her shouldn’t have been an issue, so he again tried to reposition her (a little more firmly this time) so he could get to his feet, but again he found himself unable to do anything. After his second attempt, she looked back down at him with that same smirk on her face. But her eyes…this time her eyes (hazel, now that he had a moment to take them in) shined, almost as if they were luminescent.
She planted her hands on either side of him and again lowered her head to his abdomen, working her way up to his chest, sliding her body against his lazily. Finally coming face to face with her on top of him, Patrick couldn’t help but appreciate how little in the way of clothes separated their respective…uh…parts. With her this close, he noted a scent coming from her that he couldn’t place, but it was strong and made his blood sing to him – “Take her” it said.
Every fiber of his being reacted as if he’d been struck by lightning, his hair standing on end and his hips moving as if they had a mind of their own. His hands, no longer trying to move her off of him, instead began to slowly trace a path up her legs, coming to rest on her amazingly firm, shaped ass. She let out a husky laugh and dropped her face close to his. He arched his neck up enough to taste her lips, darting his tongue in to stroke the tips of her teeth, then her tongue, then back out again. She responded, pushing her lips to his, taking over the kiss. As her tongue danced with his, he tasted dark spices and another flavor, slightly metallic that he couldn’t nail down.
Suddenly, she took her mouth from his. Slightly dazed, he felt her put a hand under his head and draw his head to her breast. The first thing he noticed was how perfectly smooth her skin was. He feathered kisses down her chest and circled around both nipples, using the sounds she made to guide him in his journey of her body. With the cold air, her pert pink nipples stood at attention, almost begging to be paid attention to. He continued to dance his lips across her breast, and then slowly let his warm tongue drag across one nipple, then the other. She responded by groaning again and pushing his face into her chest even harder. He became aware that her hips were now moving in rhythm with his, slowly sliding her pussy lips up and down his erection that was begging to be released…pausing at the top ever so slightly before grinding back down again.
Wanting to take control from her, he licked once…twice….and then took her breast in his mouth, sucking ever so slightly. As he worked her nipple with his tongue, he reached his right hand around and under her ass, letting the curve of her butt guide his fingers in between their hips…and to her hot swollen sex.
The moment his fingers lightly brushed her outer lips, he could hear the breath catch in the back of her throat. She started to grind her sex against his hand, moving in such a way that as she slid back, one of his fingers would slip inside. So tight…and so wet. Patrick groaned as her pussy clinched his fingers tightly and moved back and forth with slick, wet heat. If it wasn’t for him focusing all his concentration on her breasts, he would have exploded on that first glide. As it was, it made him lose any semblance of control he had. He NEEDED to be inside of her, and nothing was going to stop him.
He moved his hands to take off his jeans, but his mystery woman was wayyy ahead of him. Letting his head fall back to the ground, she went to work taking off his belt and unbuttoning his Levi’s. He had the vague sense that the belt and button were torn off rather than taken off, but he was too focused on everything happening for it to matter. Giving himself a huge mental high-five for being one of those guys who goes commando, he groaned in relief when his erection was finally freed from its denim prison. He attempted to move her into position to sit then slide down his shaft, hips straining up to close the distance.
“Not yet”, she chuckled, moving her hips back to sit on his knees. Moaning, he started sitting up, but then fell back as she took hold of his engorged manhood. The cold air made her hand all the more shocking, sending a wave of sensation through his body. Against his own accord, his hips again moved off of the ground, working toward their own destiny. She lightly squeezed, making a single crystal tear emerge from the head. Keeping a gentle grasp, she slowly worked his shaft, velvet skin over steel. She would change rhythm, bringing him to the brink of release, and then slowing down, letting him catch his breath. It felt like this went on for days, her teasing him, switching hands, sometimes running her thumb over the head while cradling his potent sack.
Just at the point that he couldn’t take it anymore, her hand disappeared. Not understanding, Patrick franticly raised his head to see why she had stopped…just in time to see her head disappear back down and he felt her mouth take him in, tongue sliding down his shaft. Now it was his turn to let his head fall back and groan. She worked him with her lips and tongue, sometimes taking his entire length into her mouth, other times licking up one side of the shaft, kissing the tip, then licking down the other side. The contrast between her mouth and the night air was exquisite, so much so that he felt the beginnings of an orgasm building. She seemed to sense it as well, picking his hand up and placing it on the back of her own head while speeding up.
“No, I want to be ins-UNNNGGHHH”, he tried to say, but whether she heard him or not, she didn’t break her rhythm. The combination of her wet mouth, sinful tongue and sharp teeth dragging up and down his manhood was too much. As if she knew it was about to happen, his mystery woman took all of him in her mouth just as his hips bucked and he exploded. Riding the waves of orgasm, he felt her softly move her mouth up and down his shaft, milking him as he finished.
To be continued...
Sylvie was rushing to get to work on time…as always. Halloween night was always an interesting night to work, and as she sped past ANOTHER grandma driver on the highway, she cussed herself for the 20th time.
“Dammit, I should’ve gotten up when my alarm went off. Shit shit SHIT!” She slammed her hands on the steering wheel, as if it somehow could urge her POS Sentra to get her to the hotel faster.
Even worse, Patrick was the overnight manager on shift with her tonight. She always felt uneasy when they worked together – not because he was a douche that came onto her, but for the exact opposite reason. Anytime they worked overnight together, she barely saw him…almost as if he was purposely staying as far away from her possible. Which meant there was obviously something wrong with HER…obviously. Which really sucked too…he was the exact kind of eye candy that would have made those nights so much more enjoyable…especially when she had a plethora of time on her hands to daydream.
As she whipped into the hotel parking lot, she caught sight of Patrick parking his Harley around the side of the building. There was just something about the way he moved as he got off the bike – coiled tension, but smooth movements…like a big jungle cat hunting for prey. He was tall-ish, standing around 6’2 and built like a brick house. Short cropped dirty blonde hair with a permanent five o’clock shadow and a simple outfit of a black t-shirt and jeans… his usual outfit – but he rocked it. Never disheveled, and the couple times she was able to get close enough to him, she never smelled anything but clean soap and a hint of something spicy, but not like any cologne she had ever smelled. Whatever it was, she liked it…sometimes to the point that she would have to head to the bathroom and take the edge off. But those times were few and far between…Patrick rarely came to the desk on nights they worked, and when he did, it was mostly in passing.
Coming around the corner, she couldn’t help but think to herself like she’d done plenty of times before that the bike looked like it was built just for him – black and chrome with straight pipes. Not a chopper built for speed, but a Road King that was built for smooth riding. She had always appreciated motorcycles ever since she was a kid, thanks to her dad always having her in the garage to “help” when he worked on his bike in her younger years. As the rumble cut off, she couldn’t help but wonder what that engine might feel like with her sitting behind that big body, the vibrations running up her legs and –
“FUCK!!!” she exclaimed as slammed on her brakes as a car suddenly reversed out of their parking spot, narrowly missing her front end and making her want to do nothing but honk her horn and flip them the bird. At the last second, she reeled herself in…this was her place of work after all, and it was probably a guest anyway. So, she painted on her sickly-sweet superficial smile and gave them a small wave as they drove past, all the while hoping a bird shit on their windshield…multiple times.
She turned her attention back to Patrick, but to no avail – he was nowhere to be found. Robbed of her chance to appreciate his FINE ass in the jeans he had on, she quickly parked her car in the employee lot, took a quick look in her compact to realize she hadn’t put on one ounce of make-up, uttered one more “Fuck!”, grabbed her work polo and slammed the door. If this was any kind of indicator on how this shift was going to go, it was going to be a LONG night.
October 31, 2020 – 07:54 PM
Patrick shut the door to the manager’s office and prepared to make his eight o’clock rounds. He’d been dreading this ever since he got to work and had been stretching it out as much as he could, finishing up paperwork and reviewing reservations…anything to keep him from dealing with Sylvie as long as possible. He did what he always had to do before walking by the front desk where she sat – took a deep breath and held it as he briskly walked past, avoiding eye contact at all costs. That was the only way he’d found that he could keep the hunger at bay.
Making it to the elevator, Patrick hurriedly pushed the button, praying that the doors would open instantly. It seemed to take an eternity before it arrived, so much so that he nearly jumped out of his skin when the “Ding” signaling it’s arrival sounded. Crossing the threshold, he again mashed the button, this time for the 7th floor, and nervously tapping his thigh until the doors came together and the elevator started its movement upward. Only then did he feel like it was safe to breathe.
The air exploded out of his lungs, grateful for an escape. On the first inhale, he caught a whiff of Sylvie. “FUUUUUUUCK!” he exclaimed, as he felt the hunger rise in his chest and beg to be released. Sweat breaking out on his brow, he rested his head against the cold metal wall and worked to push back against the storm building with each breath he took. This was the battle every time she worked on his shift, and it was getting harder each time to suppress the urge around Sylvie.
As he struggled to get himself under control, his mind drifted back to the night his life went to hell. Interestingly enough, it was also on a Halloween night…
October 31, 1987 – 11:23 PM
Patrick finished the last dregs of his Natty Light, crushed the can and threw it into the bed of his truck. He was putting the finishing touches on a hangover for the next day following his now EX-girlfriend’s version of a “Dear John” letter…her version being letting him walk into their apartment to find her getting fucked by his now EX-best friend Danny. There had been a lot of yelling and a few punches thrown between him and Danny the Douchebag…but in the end, he left her crying on the couch with a “Fuck You” thrown over his shoulder. He’d then proceeded to hit up the closest gas station he could find, grabbed a 12-pack and drove out to the middle of nowhere, which happened to be the baseball field at his old high school. What made this night suck even MORE was that they were supposed to have been at Halloween party tonight with the rest of their work friends, having a great time that would have ended with him dropping to a knee and proposing…something he was being uncomfortably reminded of by the small box in his back pocket.
“FUCK IT”, he yelled as he chucked the box as far as he could throw it into the woods bordering the field. Internally, he knew that was the stupidest thing he could have done – he’d spent over 2 grand on that ring, and probably could still get something out of it if he took it back to the jewelers. Arguing with himself for about a minute before shaking his head and grabbing another beer, Patrick set out in the general direction of his throw, cussing under his breath the entire way at his oh-so-smart decision to not only throw the ring, but to not have a flashlight in his truck to help him look for it.
As he approached the tree line, the moon broke from behind the clouds, illuminating the field behind him and causing the darkness between the trees to become more prominent. Slowing his walk, Patrick began to have second thoughts on this whole ring recovery. He couldn’t shake the feeling that there was…something…in the woods, just out of his field of vision. He also couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever was there was watching him as well…and that it was hungry.
Stopping just short of the tree line, Patrick leaned forward ever so slightly, peering in and weighing his resolve to venture any farther forward. The sounds of the country around him seemed to fade into the background as one minute stretched into two, then three…
There! Movement by a giant oak – he could see something moving toward him. Squinting to make out any details, he was stunned as the figure moved fully into his field of view…and what a view it was. Standing not more than 6 feet from him was the single most beautiful woman he’d ever seen…and she was completely, utterly and overwhelmingly naked.
The creature in front of him had auburn hair with blonde streaks and flawless alabaster skin that covered every curve of her perfect body. She stood in front of him, unabashed, not appearing to be bothered as he openly stared at every inch of her. She was smoothly muscled with no hard edges, leading him to believe that she probably worked out but still ate what she wanted to most of the time. Her legs were straight out of a Dove commercial, except hers put them all to shame. His eyes continued to travel up her thighs (God he could just imagine nibbling on the soft part of her inner thigh), and then rested where they met at the sweetest junction of her sex. Now, he was no stranger to porn and had seen plenty of naked women in his day, but none of them compared to the woman before him. Her sex was hairless but didn’t have the razor bumps or irritation that sometimes came with waxing…it was, for lack of a better term, a perfect pussy.
He began to feel the stirrings of lust that made him want to readjust himself in his jeans as all the blood seemed to rush down to his crotch. He seemed caught in that moment, imagining running his tongue and teeth up the inside of one thigh, pausing to lightly flick an outer lip with his tongue, and then travel back down the way he came. Slowly covering every inch of her legs with licks, nibbles and kisses…until finally giving in and bringing his focus to that sweet button of pleasure…
Giving himself a mental shake, he continued to caress her body with his eyes, relishing everywhere his gaze took him. The gentle rise and fall of her chest as they faced each other stole any chance he had at making vocal sounds that would resemble words. Her breasts were well-rounded and perky, but not too heavy…enough to fit in his hand comfortably without seeming oversized for her frame. Her nipples stood at attention in the cool night air, and he could almost see the goosebumps surrounding the areolas. He found himself wondering what they might feel like if he ran his tongue over them…on his way to taking one into his mouth and sucking ever so gently…
“What the FUCK”, he said to himself as he finally regained his senses enough to question what was going on. Not that he didn’t appreciate the situation he was in, but his entire body was ready for sex, his dick so engorged it was almost painful. Something strange was happening to him, more than just simple attraction, and that thought was instantly confirmed when he finally locked eyes with the woman in front of him. It was almost like a physical blow from the intensity of her gaze. He felt like she wasn’t only looking AT him…but that she could see inside of him, almost as if she were measuring him up for something. She was beautiful, but in the way that a panther is beautiful…before it kills something. She radiated power in her stance and her expression as they continued to look at each other for what seemed like hours but was only seconds. He had a sneaking suspicion that she knew what effect she was having on him and liked it.
“Uh…ma’am? Are you ok?”, he managed to mumble out a few words that seemed to make a sentence. She didn’t respond, only tilting her head to the side with a slight smirk. He tried again, sputtering “Ma’am, did you want a jacket? I think I’ve got one back in my truck…” His words trailed off as the mystery woman took a step toward him…and then another. Not knowing what to say or do, Patrick stood like a statue as she approached, drinking in the way the moonlight kissed her skin and caused small shadows over her collarbones, making her supple neck all the more noticeable.
She walked languidly, in no rush. She kept eye contact with him the entire time, keeping him rooted in place. He could only think, “This is what a mouse feels like before the cat leaps.” As she came within arm’s reach, she changed trajectory slightly, choosing to slowly circle him and drag a finger across his chest and shoulders, appreciating her prey. She paused as she left his field of view, and he could feel her run her fingers through his shoulder length hair as he let out a soft moan. He loved it when his girlfriend ran her hands through his hair-
Suddenly the world came back into focus with the realization that Melody was now his EX-girlfriend, and he was out in the middle of nowhere with a naked chick on Halloween night. Like a cold bucket of ice water being dumped on his head, he became aware of how strange his situation actually was.
Turning around to face her, Patrick put his hands up as if to ward her off, saying “Ma’am, I’m sorry, can we just talk for a second? I’m not sure what’s going on here, but can I call you a cab or something?” Taking a couple steps back from her to create space didn’t work, as for every step he took, she followed in kind.
It was then that he started to hear a low growl coming from her direction, and the smallest hint of fear crept into his head.
“Ma’am? Can we just talk or something? Are you hurt? Do you want me to call someone for- “. His words cut off abruptly as she cleared the distance between them in one smooth motion and took him to the ground. Paralyzed at first and too surprised to make a sound, he laid there as she took her time slowly moving up from his legs, keeping her body in contact with his. She paused over the waistband of his jeans, staring at his obvious erection. He could feel the blood pounding in his ears as she slowly lowered her head and inhaled deeply. Whatever she smelled had an obvious effect, as she let her head slowly hang back and released a low-pitched moan. There was a needing, desperate quality to the sound coming out of her that caused Patrick to regain control of his limbs. He tried to gently move her off him and stand up, but he might as well have been trying to move one of the statues on Easter Island. Patrick was no slouch in the gym department and moving her shouldn’t have been an issue, so he again tried to reposition her (a little more firmly this time) so he could get to his feet, but again he found himself unable to do anything. After his second attempt, she looked back down at him with that same smirk on her face. But her eyes…this time her eyes (hazel, now that he had a moment to take them in) shined, almost as if they were luminescent.
She planted her hands on either side of him and again lowered her head to his abdomen, working her way up to his chest, sliding her body against his lazily. Finally coming face to face with her on top of him, Patrick couldn’t help but appreciate how little in the way of clothes separated their respective…uh…parts. With her this close, he noted a scent coming from her that he couldn’t place, but it was strong and made his blood sing to him – “Take her” it said.
Every fiber of his being reacted as if he’d been struck by lightning, his hair standing on end and his hips moving as if they had a mind of their own. His hands, no longer trying to move her off of him, instead began to slowly trace a path up her legs, coming to rest on her amazingly firm, shaped ass. She let out a husky laugh and dropped her face close to his. He arched his neck up enough to taste her lips, darting his tongue in to stroke the tips of her teeth, then her tongue, then back out again. She responded, pushing her lips to his, taking over the kiss. As her tongue danced with his, he tasted dark spices and another flavor, slightly metallic that he couldn’t nail down.
Suddenly, she took her mouth from his. Slightly dazed, he felt her put a hand under his head and draw his head to her breast. The first thing he noticed was how perfectly smooth her skin was. He feathered kisses down her chest and circled around both nipples, using the sounds she made to guide him in his journey of her body. With the cold air, her pert pink nipples stood at attention, almost begging to be paid attention to. He continued to dance his lips across her breast, and then slowly let his warm tongue drag across one nipple, then the other. She responded by groaning again and pushing his face into her chest even harder. He became aware that her hips were now moving in rhythm with his, slowly sliding her pussy lips up and down his erection that was begging to be released…pausing at the top ever so slightly before grinding back down again.
Wanting to take control from her, he licked once…twice….and then took her breast in his mouth, sucking ever so slightly. As he worked her nipple with his tongue, he reached his right hand around and under her ass, letting the curve of her butt guide his fingers in between their hips…and to her hot swollen sex.
The moment his fingers lightly brushed her outer lips, he could hear the breath catch in the back of her throat. She started to grind her sex against his hand, moving in such a way that as she slid back, one of his fingers would slip inside. So tight…and so wet. Patrick groaned as her pussy clinched his fingers tightly and moved back and forth with slick, wet heat. If it wasn’t for him focusing all his concentration on her breasts, he would have exploded on that first glide. As it was, it made him lose any semblance of control he had. He NEEDED to be inside of her, and nothing was going to stop him.
He moved his hands to take off his jeans, but his mystery woman was wayyy ahead of him. Letting his head fall back to the ground, she went to work taking off his belt and unbuttoning his Levi’s. He had the vague sense that the belt and button were torn off rather than taken off, but he was too focused on everything happening for it to matter. Giving himself a huge mental high-five for being one of those guys who goes commando, he groaned in relief when his erection was finally freed from its denim prison. He attempted to move her into position to sit then slide down his shaft, hips straining up to close the distance.
“Not yet”, she chuckled, moving her hips back to sit on his knees. Moaning, he started sitting up, but then fell back as she took hold of his engorged manhood. The cold air made her hand all the more shocking, sending a wave of sensation through his body. Against his own accord, his hips again moved off of the ground, working toward their own destiny. She lightly squeezed, making a single crystal tear emerge from the head. Keeping a gentle grasp, she slowly worked his shaft, velvet skin over steel. She would change rhythm, bringing him to the brink of release, and then slowing down, letting him catch his breath. It felt like this went on for days, her teasing him, switching hands, sometimes running her thumb over the head while cradling his potent sack.
Just at the point that he couldn’t take it anymore, her hand disappeared. Not understanding, Patrick franticly raised his head to see why she had stopped…just in time to see her head disappear back down and he felt her mouth take him in, tongue sliding down his shaft. Now it was his turn to let his head fall back and groan. She worked him with her lips and tongue, sometimes taking his entire length into her mouth, other times licking up one side of the shaft, kissing the tip, then licking down the other side. The contrast between her mouth and the night air was exquisite, so much so that he felt the beginnings of an orgasm building. She seemed to sense it as well, picking his hand up and placing it on the back of her own head while speeding up.
“No, I want to be ins-UNNNGGHHH”, he tried to say, but whether she heard him or not, she didn’t break her rhythm. The combination of her wet mouth, sinful tongue and sharp teeth dragging up and down his manhood was too much. As if she knew it was about to happen, his mystery woman took all of him in her mouth just as his hips bucked and he exploded. Riding the waves of orgasm, he felt her softly move her mouth up and down his shaft, milking him as he finished.
To be continued...
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