And then I see her step off the train. Instantly, any peace within my mind decays into raucous tones of flesh and breath, pushing through matted, sweaty hair accompanied by a subtle violence. On the surface though, Im cordial and warm. Her feet are incased within high black heels, carrying her long slender legs, veiled slightly by black stockings which hide their mystery somewhere up inside her tight black skirt. Why the hell would someone wear that on an eight-hour train ride?
It is slightly conspicuous, almost pornographic, in this crowd of families and elderly travelers, college students and punks. Any astute observer would know damn well whats going through my mind as I greet her. Hell, that old bastard behind her with his grand kids has already started glancing at us. Im sure he’s judging me for what is going to happen tonight. Judging every little detail his twisted mind can conjure, creating a twisted little scene of debauchery between the two of us, although we both know that he wishes with his whole little black heart that he was the protagonist of his little fantasy. He gives his grand son a big hug, and steals another glance. Twisted fuck.
Truly though, its just good to see her. She’s so sweet and kind, and though her fantastic little ass is trying to steal all my attention, her big dark eyes and huge lips, stretching into a smile just makes me glad that she’d even be here just to say hi.
Through some laughing and smiling and resisted urges just to bend her over the wooden bench and take her right there, we make our way to the car. There is nothing remotely sexual or erotic at all about our exchanges, which is strange, considering the last month awaiting what is going to happen tonight. A month of fantasies and animalistic urges directed towards her. I want to grab her hair and to shove my-
I open the door for her and jump in. We need food. And wine. And for the love of god we need some good conversation, because if anything, this woman is intelligent. You’ve got to be careful with intelligent women. They know exactly what they want, and its usually something really nasty. And of course, by careful, I mean not careful at all. You want an intelligent woman.
The way she acts so reserved and innocent, the way she controls her petite, tall body, makes me so confused. Ive witnessed her say the most filthy magnificent things, yet here she is talking about her favorite writer and what she’s reading this week. A mental recording plays through my mind from when a friend had first met her, “She seems like she’d be a librarian. Librarians are freaky, man.”
Jesus, he was so right sometimes. I wanted her to devour me. I wanted to make her sweat so her hair was damp and cum all-
Its funny walking into a brightly lit supermarket at night, with a woman who makes anything with testicles burgle her of second-glances. It seems slightly awkward, but honestly you just cant give a shit because you know she enjoys it. Its enjoyable to know she feels so confident. It says a lot about her. She’s intelligent.
When we get back to my place, we break out the wine on the couch. Sex can wait because the conversation is great, and you really don’t get that often enough. During the movie, she reaches down and starts rubbing my dick through my pants. Not with any attention to it. Almost like its for her own comfort to feel it there. She doesn’t even glance at me or pay it any attention. She just wanted to feel my cock a little while she drank wine and watched the movie. I don’t feel like its an invitation nor do i feel like she wants anything more. And besides, this movie and wine is good, there’s no need to rush anything. All in good time. She snuggles a little closer, warmer. This is nice. I cant wait to turn her calm expression into the pained kind of expression that means she’s getting what she wants.
After the movie the conversation continues. There’s no hint in her body language that she’s even thinking about sex. What a little fraud. She doesn’t even remotely acknowledge the fact that a half an hour ago she had her hand on my cock. It makes me a little bit frustrated with her. Its time for bed.
I get up to put the bottles and glasses away, and I pick her up under her arms off the couch, and wrap my arms around her waist. For the first time in the night, I plant a firm kiss on her lips. She opens her mouth and we lick each others’ tongues. Proper kissing. Soft yet firm. Friction on our lips. Biting lips. The whole time we’re wrestling with each others’ arms, a struggle for control. I pull away and act like nothing happened. I continue putting away the glasses and rinsing them out while she walks into my room. Im not even going to give her any more thought while i put the glasses in the dishwasher and walk to my room. By choice, for the moment, I am completely unaware.
When I walk into the room, I shut the door behind me, and shes crouched over her bag, unpacking pajamas and her toothbrush. Fucking pajamas. Its not time for that yet. If she brushes now, she’s going to need to brush her teeth again after I fill her mouth with my cum. The way she pretends like I’m not about to fuck her senseless is infuriating. I think she likes making me mad. Like she gets off on it. Her long black hair reaches all the way to the floor as she feigns getting her things ready for bed. I grab a handful near her scalp and gently twist her head to face me. The look on her face says it hurts, but she’s not making any attempt to stop me. The truth is she wants so much more. The truth is she starts to unbuckle my belt and rips my pants open. She has waited for this all day; her enthusiasm catches me a little off guard.
With my cock out in front of her face, with her warm little hand grasping the base, she looks up at me. Im pulling her hair away from it as she tries to get her mouth to it. I give her a look that says, “Not yet, you get to have it when I say its time.”
She’s frustrated with me. She tries harder to get her mouth on it, so i yank her hair slightly to reinforce the point. She settles down, so I let it ever so slightly reach her outstreched tongue. She’s not fighting it anymore, I’m in control with my hand grasping her hair. I guide her face under my shaft and she plants a few kisses on its underside. I let go of her hair, and she enthusiastically grabs the base of my shaft again, and gives it a wide tongued lick from my balls to the tip, and shoves as much of my dick into her mouth as will fit. She slowly glides her mouth up and down it, sucking enough to let the insides of her cheeks rub the sides of my shaft as she draws it out of her mouth. I can see the sides of my cock imprinted into her cheeks as she pulls her head back and slides it out of her closed lips. Her big full sexy lips. With my dick lubricated with her saliva she slides her hand up and down the skin like it was oiled in lotion. She slowly inserts it into her mouth again, starting with her lips closed on the tip, and engulfs as much of it as she can fit, sucking just enough to keep her cheeks and lips pressed to as much of my skin as possible.
I can feel the end of my dick hitting the start of her throat. I want her lips so far down the shaft that her nose touches my stomach. I grab her hair behind her head again.
“Relax your throat,” I order her. I slowly thrust my shaft into her throat and i can feel it slide into a new tighter place. Her nose is now pressed into my stomach. Her lips are firmly wrapped around the base. I can feel her tongue licking the bottom side of my dick. As she pulls away she takes a small breath and continues on her own, throating the whole thing and stroking my lubed cock with her petite, slender hands. She blows me like shes making out with it. Caressing it with her lips. Stroking it. Im going to cum. But first I want to make her cum.
I reach down to bring her up off of her knees, but she is defiant. “I want you to cum,” she says between mouthfuls. This will not go unpunished, but for now, I wont argue. Its a good suggestion, and I’m glad she wants it. I can feel the pressure building in my groin. Its intense. She knows it coming. She starts squeezing my balls as she readies herself for it. Sliding her whole mouth up and down my dick. At once, the floodgates open. I can feel my hot cum coarsing through my cock into her throat. She doesnt stop her rhythm, she doesn’t stop until I’m shaking and pulling away. With my cum still on her lips she jumps up and insists on kissing me. Making me taste my own cum. This will not go unpunished.
