Appetite
Shanna came out of the ladies room and smiled
her killer smile. The devil was in her green eyes as she made her way back to
our table. She slid into the booth next to me in her barely-there, black dress,
got really close and then put her sweet lips next to my ear. She didn't
whisper, but spoke plain in her mahogany gilded voice, “Would you mind holding
these for me?” She asked ever so slowly. Her breath was hot, moist and her
words hummed electric currents through my body. Coyly she took my hand in hers
and pressed into it her red lace panties. The realization of what I held caused
my cock to swell immediately. She took her hand away, barely grazing it along
my hardening member before letting it come to rest on my thigh. I closed my hand
around her delicate under thing and placed it into my pocket. What I really
wanted to do was bury my face in them, inhale and drown in her intoxicating
scent.
The waiter arrived just then, placing before us two exquisitely
prepared meals. This was the best French restaurant in the state. I'd eaten
here many times with many a beautiful girl; none of them Shanna. Tall, with
curves in all the right places, her emerald green eyes popped from her fair,
freckled skin; and her long, deep brown hair fell in waves and curls at her
shoulders. Her laugh was infectious. And her humor was wry, dark. I wanted her
from the first moment I heard her crack her first quip at the sales convention
last fall. She was involved with someone else at the time. I had to wait, bide
my time.
I was surprised to get a phone call from her last week. Was I
going to be attending the spring convention this year, she wanted to know. Yes,
I was. Maybe we could get a bite to eat. Of course, I knew just the place. And
here we were, the sexual tension had been mounting
since I'd picked her up at her hotel. I'm not sure why she had her sights set
on me, but I wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth The succulent grilled
duck sitting before me might as well be cardboard. I couldn't eat. The warmth
of her body next to mine, the heady perfume she was wearing, distracted me from
all thoughts of anything other than her.
I pushed my food around the plate and made attempts at
conversation. Shanna knew the effect she was having on me. “Matt,” she said,
putting her fork down and staring directly into my eyes, “do you think I can
suck your cock soon?” I quickly signaled the waiter and paid our tab. While we
waited for the valet to bring my car around, Shanna pressed her body into mine.
The silky fabric of her dress hardly acted as a barrier. I could feel every
delicious part of her body next to mine. The car arrived and we got in. Before
I put the car into drive, I turned to her, pulled her into me and kissed her,
long and hard. Her hands caressed me, starting in my hair and running down my
neck and back. She tasted incredible. She moaned her slow kisses into my mouth.
My cock was hard, ready to please. I slid my hands over her body in kind,
through her hair, down her arms, slowly over her breasts. Her moans deepened. I
moved down to her bare legs, slid my hand down to her ankle then back up to her
thighs, pulled them apart, felt the heat between her legs, just barely touched
her pussy. I could hear her silent scream. “I want you to fuck me,” she said.
With all the self-discipline I could muster, I pulled away from
her and put the car in drive. “Let's get out of here,” I croaked and headed
towards the interstate. Shanna didn't lost contact with me. She let her long
fingernails glide up and down my pant leg; at first soft, then with more
pressure until she was kneading my thigh, inching her way closer and closer to
my rigid cock. Her other hand quickly came into play, and she was loosening my
belt buckle and unzipping my fly. She unleashed my aching hardness with a
smile. With fervor, she kissed my mouth and then made her way down into my lap.
I gripped the steering wheel with both hands as I felt Shanna's warm mouth
close over just the tip of my penis. Her tongue circled and teased the head,
front to back, round and round. I heard a groan and realized it was me.
Thankfully, there was almost no traffic on the highway.
“Fuck!” I cried, as she swallowed my cock whole in one smooth
movement, moaning with pleasure all the while. She was on her knees in the passenger
seat; her hands now joining her mouth around my cock. This wasn't a blow job.
She was fucking me with her mouth. I checked to make sure I wasn't speeding and
then let go the steering wheel with my right hand so I could touch her. I
brushed her hair out of her face. She looked up at me, never breaking her
rhythm. Those eyes, the look she gave, made me harder. I then ran my hand down
her back which caused her ass to arch up into the air. I made my way to the hem
of her skirt and slid it up her back. The feel of her naked ass under my hand
coupled with her unbelievably warm mouth wrapped around my cock was intense.
She had me. I slid my hand along the crack of her ass, grazing the sides of her
thigh. Her moans grew louder. “Fire pussy!” That's all
I could think; and as her smooth movements increased on my ever-hardening cock,
I eased the car over into the breakdown lane. She knew I was on the verge. She
took all of me in, her grip sealing my fate; and as I plunged two fingers in
her sweet, wet pussy, I shuddered. I came. Shanna welcomed me in, swallowing
every last drop. I could feel her smile wrapped around my cock.
“Fuck.”