Nifty Erotic Fiction

Mystery Woman

I'm in a crowded nightclub, sitting against the far wall. I'm here alone, open for adventure but not sure if that's even possible tonight. The music is too loud, and people are buzzing about aimlessly. I'm having an argument with a guy next to me about sports. I feel distracted. After twenty minutes, the doors swing open and you walk through. I swear the music even stops for a second. All heads turn towards you. I wasn't the first to see you, but I'm more than curious about who this could be. As soon as I see you walking slowly towards the bar, I understand. Your long, black hair falls over your tight black dress. Wars have been fought over bodies like that. Your legs belong in a museum. Tight, muscular calves. Firm thighs leading to an ass that makes the moon look like a cheap copy. I still haven't seen your face, but I can’t turn away. No one can. Couples stop dancing, just pretend to while they stare.

I become self-aware, try to gain composure. The guy next to me is drooling over you, so I have to snap him back to have someone to talk to. While we get back to sports, I notice two things about the club dynamics. First, everyone is watching you with a hungry stare, men and women. Second, you have an incredibly cool attitude and composure while you sip on your martini at the bar. Your legs are crossed. This generates a heat that I can actually feel on the other side of the room. You know you have the room's attention. This is your game.

I now maintain a continuous eye on you, whatever else I'm doing. You have started a conversation with a redhead sitting next to you. The two of you are smiling, and she seems to be complimenting the way you look. You smile in a way that makes me twitch all over. I can feel myself getting hard. You respond to the redhead by brushing her hair away from her eyes. She loves your touch. What happens next is amazing to me. Your hand doesn't leave the redhead’s neck. You start to caress the nape of her neck while smiling and talking to her.

You uncross and re-cross your legs -- slowly. Damn it! This is hotter than when Sharon Stone did it in the movies. The redhead is in love. You sip your drink, and look around the room, purposefully, slowly. I can't believe what happens next. When you get to me – to my eyes -- you stop and flash that million watt smile. I have never been so turned on in my life. My pants tighten.

The guy next to me says, "Dude, she's looking right at you! Go say something!" He's an idiot -- I couldn't walk over there. I couldn't! You finish your survey of the club and go back to the redhead. I swear I was your target. Locked and loaded. I wish I knew what to do. Staring at you now, I see you and the redhead share a laugh, and then she walks away. Two or three men approach you like a tiger approaches a freshly killed lamb. You barely move as you dismiss them with a look, one at a time. This is so efficient; you don't even need to tell them to "fuck off." The look said it all. You swivel around in your chair, facing the dance floor. Your legs are fucking spectacular.

You stir your martini with your perfectly manicured fingernails, then place that finger in your mouth and lick the martini off. I hear moans around the room. Not sure if one of them was from me. You're obviously enjoying the control you have, the visual seduction of so many people. Time has fundamentally stopped, as has my heart. I have lost free will, the ability to look away. Then, slowly, you slide off your chair, stand up, and start to saunter across the room. You seem to know where you're going. Oh, fuck! You're heading straight for me! My heart restarts -- it starts to pound! I'm frightened by this beautiful mystery woman, and have no idea why. Conversation stops as the room watches this scene. As you walk, your heels click and your ass sways slightly. This is a perfect scene from a movie -- the physics of motion. You come to a complete stop about six inches in front of me. I feel like an ass, as I realize I'm still sitting.

Your gaze is right in my eyes. It burns me and feels warm. Your emerald eyes are looking right into my soul. You reach out with one hand towards me. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do. I take your hand as you pull me up, towards you. I have been chosen. DAMN. You pull me closer and whisper, "Dance with me." You lead me by the hand. Just then, the club plays soft jazz music. This seems odd, as they had been playing loud contemporary music. I don't care, the music is wonderful. You are even more beautiful up close, and your smell makes me even more aroused. I can't quite place it -- a combination of pheromones, jasmine and passion. I'm overwhelmed.

We start dancing, with my hand on your waist. Your cheek is nuzzled against mine. We brush against each other, but very lightly, only as the music warrants. At those times, I feel your perfect breasts against my chest, but then they're gone again. I believe you can feel my bulge, but I can no longer see your face. I don't know the rules -- have never been so controlled before. I accept that whatever happens will be because you want it to. I have such urges, one of which is to slide my hand onto your ass and start to feel your curves. I don't know how you knew, but you reach behind you, take my hand and move it down to your ass. I have a green light. I moan in your ear, because you feel so good. Round, firm, supple, I am not even aware that we're still dancing.

The song ends, which snaps me back to reality. We separate slightly, and I can see your face again. There's a long pause -- perhaps 4 seconds -- without a word spoken. Your eyes are locked into mine. One of your hands is holding mine by our side. Then you make your move. You lean in and part your lips slightly, keeping eye contact. You are taking a chance that I’ll kiss you back -- this is the safest bet in the world. How do you know that? When your lips first touch mine, I feel an electric shock. I have never tasted lips so soft.

I know what I need to do. As far as I'm concerned, there are only two people in this club. Our eyes are locked -- your passion matches mine. I take you by the hand this time -- no words are necessary. I lead you to a wall near the back corner. You spin around so your back is against the wall. I see the sparkle of anticipation in your eyes as I come back for more of your lips. Your lips open, expecting me. As we press our mouths together, I feel my breathing quicken. My body presses against yours, pinning you to the wall. You respond with your amazing tongue, wrapping it around mine. I can feel the blood rushing to my head as my sense of urgency grows. I cannot wait.

I tear at the top of your dress, pulling down to expose one breast. You stop breathing for a second as my mouth leaves yours, laser focused on your chest. My hand and mouth work in unison, one caressing and the other suckling your nipple. You moan load enough for people to stop what they're doing, but we are both past the point of no return. I pull enough material to expose the other breast, and feel you rise to meet me. Your nipples are hardening in my mouth. I had been sucking gently, but now my tongue goes to work, circling and licking over and over. I feel your hand reach down in front of me, grabbing my bulge and squeezing my hardness. This feels too good to stop. I have a fleeting thought that we're going to get arrested, but nothing can stop what must happen; is happening.

Your dress has gone from a turn-on to a liability. It has to go. I somehow find the zipper and tear it down, pulling your dress onto the floor. I know there is something spectacular here, so I step back for just a second to witness this miracle, this perfect specimen with her head back, leaning against the wall, dressed only in thong panties and 6" spiked heels. I feel you pulling, yanking on my zipper. This is really going to happen, isn't it? FUCK, I've never wanted anyone more than I want you -- right now. You have managed to get my cock into the open, springing high towards my belly. My head is spinning as I watch you -- slowly -- seductively -- slide to your knees.

You look into my eyes as the head of my cock is enveloped by your bright red lips. You have a look of hunger in your eyes as you focus on your prize, worshipping it with licks and stroking the base with your hand. I am now backed against this wall, this erotic wall. I glance up to see 40 people staring, and almost half touching themselves. The men are trying not to be obvious, pressing against their swelling. But the women don't seem to care, reaching for their own breasts and some leaning back to service themselves openly, staring intensely. We are performing for this crowd, but we couldn't care who sees. Your soft tongue is licking the underside of my cock -- you know, you just know how to drive me to madness. Your hand is supporting your mouth in an orgy-like dance. I don't know how much longer I can hold off. I can feel my pressure building, swelling, blood rushing to my head. My thighs start to shake. No, not yet. I want -- need more of you.

I pull your mouth off me. The Cheshire grin on your face tells me you know what's coming. I stand you up, turn you around. Now your back is to the wall. You have great stage presence -- you look slowly around the room as I drop to my knees in front of you. I see you teasing everyone by licking your lips, flashing that smile as I spread your legs apart. I have never been so hungry for anything in my life. I pause for a second with the realization that these tiny silk panties are the only thing standing between me and your inner nectar.

You are even more beautiful from this angle. My hand reaches out, two fingers, feeling the silk material while my face draws closer, smelling your sweet, musky odor. My fingers touch wetness immediately. I had no idea. The panties didn't show. But just pressing two fingers in the center makes an oozing sensation, like someone is draining a sponge, saturated with honey. My fingers move in response. This feels like heaven. So soft, so wet. My thumb goes on a mission of its own to the north, while two fingers play below. I look up at your face. You can no longer play to the audience. Mouth wide open, you moan loudly. A guttural moan, deeper than I expected, "Take me," you whisper, and I have no choice but to oblige.

I pull the panties aside for my first touch of your soaking pussy. Your outer lips invite me to squeeze them and I do, rubbing and pressing them together to hold some juices in, saving them for my mouth. The rubbery feel of your lips is driving me wild. I need to clear the area. Pulling your lips apart, I take --just one -- into my mouth. I start sucking it, not for your pleasure, but for mine. It's so wet, so sweet, and I suck on it hard while my hand fondles and strokes you. I drink your juice as soon as it hits my tongue. Time for the other lip. Mmmmm, I can actually feel you pulse while I taste you.

Now you lift one of your legs and drape it over my shoulder, giving me better access. Bingo. I spread your outer lips apart, hold them open with my thumbs. What a beautiful sight! I want to savor this, drink you in. My tongue presses against your center, your core, and then pulls back slightly. I only take in the juice that stuck to my tongue. Yumm. My long, soft tongue hanging out of my mouth, I direct the tip to the bottom of your pussy, the area your juices are building. Up and down, back and forth, circular swirling motions. I tease you, feel you, probe your flesh. Your breathing gets louder, interspersed with moans. "OHHH," I hear. Everyone hears.

With the back on my tongue, I trace the vertical area that lies on either side of your slit. You produce even more for me, as I want, need more of you. Up and down, four, then five times. Your hips start gyrating. Then I see her...that beautiful tiny clit, hiding under a hood, but peeking up, waiting for me. I need to spend some time here. With my right hand, I reach up, just above your clit, and with my thumb pull back the hood, tight towards your tummy, exposing my little friend. She glistens with moisture. Delicious, I think, as my mouth dives right for her. Sucking the moisture from your clit, then layering my tongue on the side and licking it, I don't know which one of us is enjoying this more. I have some business here with my mouth, so two of my fingers start to probe you, entering you so slightly then withdrawing, as if they aren't sure if they're allowed inside.

Caressing the opening, circling you, my mouth hungrily licks and sucks your clit. I feel your pelvis starting to grind, and feint sounds coming from above. This is indeed cruel torture. Obliging, my fingers enter you straight, probing, with a steady rhythm. They go all the way to your hilt, then back out - slowly -- halfway -- then plunge back inside you. This is control. We can both feel the control I have over you. Your pussy, your clit, my ability to make your pressure build, or to let you back down. I know what you want, but this will be my game now, on my timetable. I see that you won't last much longer. I increase the speed and pressure of my fingers, curling them inside you to hit your g-spot. Your moans get louder, my tongue starts flicking across your clit fingers faster now, fucking you with intensity. I feel the pressure building inside you. It's inevitable -- "Cum on, Babe, give it to me."

You have no free will. Your breathing stops, and in that moment, I feel the eruption! Your pussy muscles tighten and shake. Your cum begins to squirt! I have my mouth wide open now, wanting, expecting it all. You do not disappoint me. Your moans have turned to grunting while you cum. A look of ecstasy covers your beautiful face. We may be alone or in a stadium of 20,000 people. I have no way of knowing. When your pulsing subsides, I stand again. My cock is harder than ever. I have a mixture of desire and rage in my eyes. That was all I needed to lose control. Your back still to the wall, I reach around and hold under your ass. Those cheeks feel so good... I lift you about six inches in the air, holding you by both cheeks. I knew that once I tasted your cum, I wouldn't be able to resist. If they're going to arrest us, let them! Your legs both wrap around my waist -- squeezing me hard.

I take you rough now, plunging you down on my throbbing cock. It feels like you're being stretched apart, my cock interfering with your breathing. I can no longer focus on your pleasure; I'm going to pound you hard, deep and stiff. My cock is giving the orders now, and he wants it rough. As you come down each time, my body plunges forward, slamming your ass and back against the wall. It makes a loud thud each time I pump you. Your eyes tell me what I need to know. They've rolled back in your head. You look as though you're nearing unconsciousness.

It's time to finish you, finish everything. I concentrate hard, tighten my own ass muscles and go back for the hardest fucking I have ever given. Then it happens -- all at once -- you SCREAM, and just at that second, I feel myself pulse, a huge wave of cum start shooting out of me! Pounding, pumping, both of us cumming together, we sound like a pack of wolves! The wave subsides. It gets incredibly quiet. What just happened? I pull away, start zipping up my pants while you look for your dress. Quietly, we separate, walk away.

By @softtouchme

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