‘Sorry, not going to be home tonight after all.’
Your text is brief, unexpected and deflates me more than I would have anticipated. I lie back on the bed, fingering the black lace trim of my panties specially chosen for your return. Knowing that I am lying there waiting for you is normally reason enough for a quick journey home so I’m sure that you are as disappointed as I am.
‘That’s a shame.’ I message back. ‘I had plans for us tonight.’ I leave my forefingers tucked into my underwear and take a picture. I send it with a half-hearted sigh. One week without you, and restlessness is settling in.
‘Be a shame to waste that nice underwear.’ I wait for you to continue, my interest piqued. ‘You should go out to play.’ My heart stops. It’s been a long time since we played this game. One that I’ve missed a lot. A tingle runs through my cunt.
‘Same rules?’ I finish the text with a wink emoji.
‘Yes, baby. Same rules xx’.
Five years together and you still know how to keep me on my toes. I jump off the bed and fling on a tight black summer dress, strappy and flared mid-thigh. I know exactly where I am going and don’t waste any time heading out.
The cab journey to the bar is short. I catch the eye of the driver in his rearview mirror, focusing less on the road and more on my cleavage. He’s tall, fair-skinned and from the looks of it spends his spare time working out. Tempting. But not really what I’m in the mood for right now. We pull up outside the bar and I step out, allowing the driver a naughty glimpse of my ass before smoothing the skirt back into place.
If you didn’t know the vibe, chances are you would walk past ‘Chez Moi’ without giving it a second glance. No ‘two-for-one posters’ pasted on the windows, no brazen tacky signs out front. You might not even realise it was a bar at all, save for the three heavy-set bouncers that guarded the premises. I nod in gratitude as one holds open the large wooden door for me.
Inside, however, it is a completely different story. The décor is decadent, the crowd chic. An undertone of pure sex hangs in the humid air. This was the place to come if you knew the unspoken rule. Anything and anyone was game. And tonight, I am more than happy to play hunter. I wonder if you’re thinking about me being here, my first time without you. I know you’d appreciate the looks that were coming my way.
I make my way to the bar, casting my eyes over the room. Not yet at capacity, but already a few potentials catching my eye.
‘Double Talisker, one cube of ice please,’ I ask the petite redhead bartender.
She pours quickly, and I take the crystal glass to the nearest available high table, perching myself on a wooden stool. It doesn’t take long before the first man approaches. He’s lean and gangly, all limbs and no meat. Not bad looking though. However, I politely decline his bluntly delivered offer of ‘the fuck of my life’ and watch him slink away with his tail between his legs.
The capital has been in a heatwave for three weeks now, the consistency of temperatures reaching above thirty degrees setting a mood that is edging past the carefree attitude of summer and moving towards frayed tempers. But here, the heat just adds to my excitement. The feel of an electrically charged atmosphere just before a storm breaks. Dampness set between my legs, sweat beads roll between my breasts. I bat away a few more hopefuls, not even giving them a chance to bore me with bullshit of their ten-inch dicks.
That’s when she catches my attention. Sat on the opposite side of the room, leaning back gracefully into the soft fabric of the low velvet chair. That’s what drew my eye first, the contrast of her black dress against the red velvet. Her hair is long and dark with the tips of the curls falling just short of her breasts. I swallow hard. It’s not often that I get turned on solely by a woman’s figure. Not unless it’s naked and on top of mine. But the way the dress clings to her body, fitting every curve I can’t help but lick my lips in anticipation. She glances over and meets my stare. Shit! This is new. Butterflies I never knew existed flutter inside of me. I keep my cool though, as now I know exactly who it is that I’ll be bringing into the game.
She leans over to the tall gentleman next to her and whispers something in his ear. He looks up from the table, his eyes come my way. A hint of a smile crosses his stubbled face, as he whispers something back. He withdraws his hand from her leg. God her legs. How had I not noticed them? My mind jumps to thoughts of them being wrapped around my face, my tongue buried deep in her cunt. As my face flushes, I watch her glide across the room to me. I mean literally glide like a fucking goddess. I adjust my composure and wriggle uncomfortably on my seat. The shortness of my skirt combined with the wetness accumulating in my panties, I don’t want to leave traces on the stool.
She sits down parallel to me, her lengthy legs reaching the floor despite the height of the stool. I’m normally the one who brings the ice-breaker but the words stick in my dry throat.
‘Hi. I’m Sophia.’ Her caramel voice melts me. ‘Looks like you’re not short on attention here.’
‘Hey, I’m Amelie,’ I try sultry but it comes out as awkward as I feel. Come on, Amelie, get your act together, I have a word with myself. I clasp the glass in front of me and take a long swig of dutch courage. I am the hunter, not the prey.
‘So, without wanting to sound corny, ‘ she smiles, ‘what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?’
I can’t help but grin as the warmth of the liquor settles my nerves.
‘Honestly?’ I take a second to gauge which way to play it. Checking my surroundings I feel confident with the truth. ‘My boyfriend’s out of town, and well, let’s say I got a bit lonely at home.’ I check her reaction, but she gives nothing away. I need to cast the line a bit further. ‘He likes it when I come out to play.’ There it is, the look that says she has taken the bait.
‘That sounds, very… open-minded of him.’
‘Yes, well that’s why we work so well. There are rules though.’ I need to make sure I’m not wasting my time. After all, as much as I know I’d love every second of exploring her body, if she isn’t willing to follow your rules, I have to move on.
Sophia raises an eyebrow. ‘Care to expand?’
‘Quite simple really. No men, and make sure I send him pictures. It helps him feel involved, keeps him occupied whilst away if you know what I mean.’
Sophia glances across the room at the man sitting next to her now empty seat. That told me she knew exactly what I meant. She touches my arm and leans in close, near enough for me to savour the scent of her oud-heavy perfume. ‘Perhaps I could be your playmate?’ It was posed as a question but spoken with the air of someone who already had the answer. Sophia had my number alright. I turn to face her and look straight into her eyes. A single nod and it was game on for us both.
We carry on with small talk long enough for me to get a couple more drinks down us both. She tells me a little about her life. The exact details of her job are wishy-washy but then I don’t divulge too much either. Apparently, the man she arrived with is her long-term partner, but he is more than happy for her to leave with me. By the looks of it, there is a buxom brunette caught in his crosshairs, so it seems like it will be happy endings all round.
The journey to her flat is a bit blurry, my mind heady with excitement. Not just at what delights are about to go down. Knowing that this is what you desire adds to the thrill.
She lives on a road lined with starch white houses that once would have been for a family’s sole occupancy. Now, cut down to bite-size pieces they still went for a cool mil’ or two. Before I know it, we are sitting at a ninety-degree angle, my smooth legs draped over hers.
She pushes my hair around to the back of my neck. ‘You’re very pretty, in a cute way.’ I’m flattered.
‘You are very beautiful.’ I say, leaving a short pause. ‘In a very sexy way. She grins. I get that the time for talking is done, as she moves in for a kiss. As expected, it’s slow and seductive, her tongue finding its way to mine. Her lips feel plump and I can’t help but bite down a little. Sophia responds quickly, nibbling back at me. This is going to be good!
I think you would like Sophia. For a brief moment, I imagine you watching us. Wanting to join in but waiting until I was begging you to put your cock inside me. The thought sends shockwaves down to my cunt. Sophia reads my body language and moves her hand to my pussy. She slips a hand into my underwear and feels the silky wet juice.
‘You are a horny little thing, aren’t you,’ her voice nothing more than a whisper.
It was all I could do to stop myself from coming there and then. She takes her finger and licks me off her, then returns to kissing me. We take our time exploring each other’s mouths, hers warm and tasting sweet, the remnants of her last drink. I deftly move onto her lap, me facing her as she leans back onto the cream-coloured sofa. Sitting astride, I move my hips a little as she takes off my dress. It would be rude not to reciprocate. I lift off for a second to aid the quick removal of her black number. Fuck me, she’s not wearing any underwear and I’m immediately rewarded with a view of her firm rounded breasts. I go straight for the kill, taking one into my mouth and then the other. Sucking each nipple in turn, and using my spare hand to tug with the other. She arches her back, lost in the pleasure. She pulls at my hair playfully.
‘Would your boyfriend enjoy watching this?’ she asks.
It’s difficult to speak with a mouth full of nipple, so I just nod. I think you would enjoy it a lot. I get down from her lap, and swiftly remove what’s left of my clothing. I kneel on the floor between her thighs. Just at the upper part, before her wet groove, there’s a tattoo. A small symbol, with three moons. I wonder what story lies behind it. I’ve not had that much experience with women, just a few in my late teens. But I’m led by instinct, and kiss all the way up those sexy dark thighs until I get to her glistening lips. Juice is coming from both of us, but I was lucky enough to taste hers darting my tongue inside. It seems my inexperience doesn’t matter; Sophia groans out loud.
I touch my tongue on her clitoris, gently licking it slowly and with varying pressure until I find the right pace and touch. She rocks her hips rhythmically. Practically begging me to put a finger in right? I slip in a couple, and move them in deep, wiggling them to make sure I reach all the best places. I want her to cum with me eating her pussy, I want to taste her with my tongue as she writhes in ecstasy.
But Sophia clearly has other ideas. She grabs the top of my head and pushes me away. ‘Not yet.’ I quite like her bossiness, but I’m not willing to let her take the lead just yet. As she stands up I’m afforded a view that people would pay hot money for, barely there hair above dark luscious lips, with a trickle of juice working its way down her olive-skinned thigh. I regain control, reaching around to her rounded buttocks and pull her cunt back onto my tongue. I imagine you watching us, me on my knees sucking and licking, probing my tongue deep into the snatch of this Goddess.
How I’m able to contain myself from throwing her back onto the sofa, climbing on top and grinding myself into her, I have no idea. Sophia raises a leg and props it onto the sofa and I steady myself, putting one hand on top of her leg, keeping the other behind her ass. Any intentions she had to change the situation have clearly vaporised.
‘Put your fingers back inside!’ The urgency is reflected in her voice, trembling and quick. I continue to stroke her clit with my tongue, now in tune with her needs. My saliva mixes with her juices, my face a mess to be sure. But I don’t care at this point. I’m just as hungry for her as she is for me, my cunt aches to be touched. Holding out on my own pleasure, I delve my fingers in. Dipping and diving, alternating between slow slides barely touching her entrance and faster, deeper pushes in.
‘Keep going!’ She yells, the words redundant as I have no plans on stopping until Sophia has cum. She starts riding my face, as best she can with fingers buried knuckle deep. The temperature inside her rises, a sure sign she’s near climax. It’s almost, but not quite, enough to set off my own orgasm. She pushes down one last time, calling out as she does.
‘Fuck, yes!’ The words are almost lost between indecipherable moans. Sophia writhes on my hand, her pussy walls gripping my fingers tight. I think of how much this would please you. Her juices seep down my hand, whilst the spasms of her cunt take time to subside.
‘Oh my god, that was fucking amazing!’ Sophia tries to move her leg from the sofa, but I keep it gripped tight, not letting her go.
‘Wait, don’t move,’ I lean across to my bag, ‘do you mind?’ I ask as I take out my phone.‘Trust. me, this is a picture worth saving.’ It wasn’t a lie. ‘My boyfriend will go fucking crazy when he sees this.’ I gesture my head up to her pussy.
Sophia smiles. ‘On one condition. That I get a picture when I’m done with you.’ She accentuates ‘I’m’ and ‘you’ in such a way that lets me know I’ll soon be putty in her hands. She offers to help me up grasping my arm, she has long graceful fingers that end in a blaze of red painted nails. I let her lead me to the bedroom. A large king-size bed sits in the middle of the wide open space. A tasteful, yet erotic picture of a naked woman, sits just above the headboard, the face obscured by shadows. The lady’s curves are now familiar to me.
‘You, by any chance?’ I enquire.
Sophia nods then places her forefinger onto my mouth.‘ Shhhh.’ I let her put two fingers into my mouth and suck them gently. She takes her fingers out, now covered in saliva, and pushes them into my cunt. The force takes me a little by surprise but by this point, I’m willing to let her do anything she wants, I’m hers to use in whatever way. Sophia artfully manages to manoeuvre me onto the bed, pushing me fully onto my back. I spread my legs just a little, hoping to entice her further.
She inhales sharply. ‘I’m going to enjoy making you cum.’ I don’t doubt her words but feel sure that I will enjoy it more. She clambers onto the bed, straddling my athletic frame. her dark hairs now touching mine. My hips lift in a reflex action. Arching my back, I offer up my breasts, eyes pleading for her to touch them. Reading my body language she leans down. Fuck yes, her teeth pull on my nipple. She uses her spare hand to cup my other breast, squeezing it with just the right amount of pressure to make me moan.
‘You like that, don’t you?’ She utters more unnecessary words. Her mouth moves down, her lips trace a line to my belly button, kissing me non-stop as she goes. A little further, I silently plead. I need her tongue on me. I’m struggling to refrain from cumming, knowing that if I wait, it will be ten times the pleasure. But Sophia has other ideas. She teases me, skipping the part that wants her the most. Her kisses land on either side of my thighs, up, around, but not yet on my clit.
‘Please!’ I beg her.
‘Play with your breasts first!’ Again her bossiness delights me. I take up where she left off, tugging at my hard, erect nipples. I see her watching me, eyes ablaze with desire.
‘Good girl.’ I revel at the praise. She rewards me with a single lick, one that sends me wild. And after an agonising wait another, slow hard lick.
Is this what you hoped for when you told me to come out to play? My mind drifts but no longer thinking of you being a passive bystander. No, by now I’m thinking about you standing at her rear, cock inside her pussy whilst she puts her fingers in mine.
Sophia picks up the pace, clearly way more experienced than me. Her dexterous fingers keep entering and exiting in between each stroke of her wet tongue. My mind’s eye has you matching the pace, pushing in and pulling out of her cunt.
I want to hold out, and if I’d not spent the last week feeling horny as hell perhaps I’d have stood a chance. Sophia senses the change in my rhythm.
‘You want to cum, don’t you, you naughty little slut.’
I grab hold of the tangled sheets below me. ‘Yes!’
‘Go on then, you horny minx. I want you to cum for me, I want to feel you cum on my hand!’ She rams her fingers in and licks at my clit. I think of you watching and fucking her at the same time, whilst I moan in pleasure, imagining your cum shooting into her cunt. It’s too much, I give in and let the orgasm take hold. My clit throbs as the tremors jolt my body. A good ten seconds of oblivion as I lose control, giving in to my animalistic needs. Once finished I lie back. Never, and I truly mean it, have I come so hard as I just did. Sophia eases off the pressure, giving one last flick of her tongue before climbing off the bed. She saunters to the lounge and returns with phone in hand.
‘A deal’s a deal, right?’
I lie there, legs parted. ‘A deal’s a deal.’ I repeat.
It’s 3 am. Back home, spent yet contented, I ping across the photo of Sophia’s wet glistening cunt in all its glory.
‘Found myself a playmate!’
A few minutes pass, but nothing. I can’t help but wonder if you are being equally entertained where you are. I doubt it though, I know you like to wait. My thoughts are cut short by the bleep of my phone.
‘Hope you left some energy for me. Managed to get a ride back after all.’
I hear the familiar sounds of keys turning in the lock. A smile crosses my face. It looks like the night isn’t over yet.
