The Parking Lot

                The look. I recognized it. I’d seen it before. That was all it took to get me to move.

                “It’s been awesome guys, but I think I’m calling it for tonight.”

                The usual groans of protest and pleas to stay followed.

                Not a chance.  I knew that look. That flash of fire that she gave only me. The look that danced across her face so quickly that anyone who didn’t know her would never catch. The look that left no doubt what she wanted and made me rock fucking hard.

                By the time I’d made my way outside, she was halfway to the car. I saw her unlock the doors and slide into the back seat. Fucking hell.

                I did a quick left-right look and crossed the deserted street to the parking lot. Unable to do anything but think about tasting her, I closed the remaining distance to the car with a jog.

                I found her in the backseat on her back with her skirt pulled up and underwear tossed to the side. She slid her dripping wet fingers from cunt and sucked on them. She used her other hand to beckon me into the car. Every move she made was slow and fluid, as if she were made of molten glass. But I knew her limits. I knew she would not break.

                I leaned into the car and buried my tongue between her legs. I heard her moan. I felt her raise her hips. The smell of the car leather and her pussy made my cock even harder. And she knew it.

                I ate her cunt. Hard. Greedily. Sucking everything I could from it. Biting her. Licking her. Each flick of my tongue demanding attention from her clit. Each movement of my lips begging her silently to cum. And within a matter of minutes, she did. She screamed and moaned and said my name over and over. She bucked and twisted against my face as her body let wave after wave of orgasm bathe her. And finally with ragged breath, she settled her ass back on to the seat. Her fingers left their entanglement in my hair and cradled my face as I looked up at her.

                She was gorgeous.

                Absolutely stunning.

                And mine.

                “You next?” she asked with a crooked smile.

                “Oh no,” I answered, my own lust making my voice heavy. “I’m taking you home for a proper fucking.”

The Game: Part One

                I told him he had to wait for the signal. I knew he’d wait for as long as I wanted. So I calmly sat at the bar and sipped my bourbon. Another fifteen minutes wouldn’t bother me, and the anticipation would drive him crazy in all the good ways. I could feel his eyes on my back from all the way across the room. I could nearly feel his breath on my neck. The air was electric in this old hotel, and the scent of oil polish from the beautiful mahogany bar made me heady. It was one of the most exquisite places in Old Town. Certainly, it was where I’d long pictured this scene playing out.

                Finally, I finished my drink. I reached into my purse and left the bartender a cash tip. I picked up the nearly empty glass to get the last bit of warmth from the bourbon. As I set it down on the bar, I tapped my forefinger three times on the rim of the empty glass. 

                The game was on.

                By the time I swiveled in the barstool and touched my heels to the ground, he’d already left his perch and headed for The Room. I noted the ding from the elevator and heard a tipsy couple enter the lobby. Their voices bounced off the tile floor in the wide open space, so I couldn’t tell if he’d entered the elevator or not. Their drunken giggles masked any chance of hearing the stairwell door closing. So whether he sprinted for the stairs or took his chances with the elevator, I couldn’t tell at this point.

                I smoothly shimmied down the hem of my navy dress and headed for the door leading to the lobby. I flipped the ends of my straightened hair over my shoulders so I could see everyone in my peripheral vision as I left. As I expected, several glances followed me to the door. The dress left little to the imagination with its curve hugging silhouette. I knew I had the hourglass to pull it off. This dress accomplished my goal of dropping some jaws.

                My heels made a soft click as I crossed the lobby to catch the elevator. There was only one lift, and I grinned when I saw the light shining for the up arrow. But after several moments, I realized that the elevator was still headed up. We were only on the fifth floor. He must have sent the cabin to the top floor to buy some additional time.

                Clever boy.

                The game was on.

                The elevator eventually made its way back to me, and the doors opened. I stepped in and pressed the button for floor five. The elevator rumbled its way to the fifth floor and opened its doors. The hallway turned to the left, and I followed the gaudy red and gold carpeting to room 506.

                I paused, if only for a split second, outside the door to listen for scamperings from within. I heard nothing. I grinned.

                I slid the key card into the lock and swung open the door.

                There he was. As promised.

                Clothes folded neatly on the corner of the cheap side table.

                Abeyante.

                Blindfolded.

                And beautifully naked.

                Only his efforts of trying to conceal his labored breathing betrayed his rush.

                The game was on.

 

The Longest Summer

 

                 The last class of the year was finally over. I watched as finals-weary students shuffled like polite zombies from my classroom. In truth, I felt more like the giddy grade-schooler about to flee from his bus for the last time to embrace the summer. I’d been with the university for nearly ten years. Students came and went. Yet somehow the last day of classes always made me forget that in a few short months I would be right back at it, beating my face against a desk while trying to calmly explain why a comma is indeed important when expressing yourself in written form.

                Some kids are just morons.

                While stuffing loose papers into my satchel, I noticed one student who stayed behind. She was an attractive woman. Maybe a few years older than me. Likely that her kids had grown, and she was back to complete a degree she never finished. She was a decent student. Not much for class participation. Possibly just shy.

                She waited until the room was cleared of everyone but us. She stood and walked to the door. At a complete loss for comprehension, I watched her click the lock of the door and turn to face me. Her facial expression shifted just a bit. Barely perceivable. But I noticed. And so did my cock.

                I did a nervous cough and asked, “There something I can help you with, Liz?” I pulled the satchel resting on my desk closer to my body in hopes of concealing the physical effects of her smoke blue eyes.

                “Yes and no. See, Professor… I want to thank you. For everything. All the support. The critiques. The patience.” She walked in slow motion toward my desk. Each motion deliberate and teasing. The tilt of her head. The way she tucked her auburn curls behind her ear. The way she never broke eye contact. “I want to personally…” Her voice turned thick and sweet as honey. “…and privately for your help.” 

                There was no point in playing coy or feigning ignorance. 

                I walked around the desk and closed the gap between us in three steps. My fingers were instantly in her thick hair. My thumbs rested against passion-flushed cheeks. I took two seconds to reclaim eye contact and slid my thumb across her high cheekbone. She leaned into me with her hips and half closed her eyes. I was lost.  

                I didn’t waste another second before I crushed my mouth over hers. Greedy, devouring mouths mingled breath and spit and tongues as we both fought to get our way. The air was heavy and humid as I could feel my body temperature rise with each heart beat. Heart racing. Mind dizzy. 

                She finally managed to pull back. The blue in her eyes was now completely transformed to grey. She brought her hand to my crotch and felt a cock that had never been so hard. Wordlessly she measured my reaction as she rubbed my erection through my pants. When she felt the bounce of pressure from its throb, she took to her knees. Deft and delicate fingers slipped the buckled belt. The button and zipper followed. She wiggled her hand between the elastic waist of my boxer briefs and pulled down my clothing in one motion. My cock sprang free, and the cool air caused a fury of heat as I felt my balls tighten. 

                Her mouth was soft at first. Kissing and teasing. Gentle licks from a practiced tongue. I fought off orgasm after orgasm as she tortured my prick with her mouth. She never completely devoured my cock, making sure her tongue danced back and forth across my pulsing and sensitive head. One hand was around the shaft keeping time with the rhythm of her tongue while the other applied pressure behind my ballsack. 

                The abuse was too much, and as much as I wanted to prolong this ecstasy, I knew there was no longer any holding back. “Liz,” I barely said aloud. “Liz, I’m gonna cum.”

                She moaned her approval. The vibration was the final levee.

                I put my right hand behind me on my desk to steady myself as my hips began to thrust on their own. My left hand was again buried in her tresses. My knees began to shake as the intensity of my orgasm exploded from my punished cock. Her tongue pulled and coaxed everything I had to give. The cry that escaped from my chest sounded like it came from across the room as I barely recognized my own ragged breathing. I tilted my head back and let the passion flow through me. Waves of tension left my body as the last pumps of my cock were rewarded with once again gentle licks. The release was as powerful as the tension. I begged my heart to slow, and I looked down at her. She gave my softening prick a final kiss and stood.

                We both saw that I was properly redressed. A playful smile poised on her lips as she stepped back. “Will you be teaching fall semester?”

                “I will,” I said with confidence and authority.

                “See you then,” she replied. She unlocked the door and vanished into the hallway. 

                “Next semester indeed,” I said to an empty classroom.

 

Back in Black

Kassie Jean never wasted time. She always knew exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it. Tonight wasn’t going to be any different. She pulled her slick 1967 Impala into Charlie’s driveway. She wasn’t intimidated by how rural his home was. In fact, she grew up a country kid. The heavy concrete jungle of the city made her feel claustrophobic. Out here she could take in as much air as her lungs would allow. It was summertime and well into the evening. The sky had already turned pinks and purples as the sun retreated for the night. The fireflies were flirting with each other, and the frogs provided the soundtrack. She was ready for this adventure.
Kassie Jean was about ready to turn off the rumbling 327 motor when she noticed the porch light kick on and Charlie exit his house. He looked casual in his well-worn jeans and Mel-O-Cream Donuts shirt. His shirt wasn’t quite long enough to hide his catcher’s ass, and Kassie Jean took a good long look as he locked up his front door. So far, Charlie was everything he promised on Tinder.
Charlie half-jogged down the pavers leading to the driveway. He tucked his keys into his front pocket and ran his hand over his dirty blonde crew cut. The door hinge gave its usual groan as he opened the front passenger door and slid in. “Wow, you weren’t kidding. This car is gorgeous.” He reached across the bench seat and extended his hand. “I’m Charlie. It’s good to finally meet you face to face.”
“Thank you, Charlie. I’m Kassie Jean. This meeting has been a long time coming. Glad our schedules finally worked out after months of messaging.”
“Yeah. Jeez. And your pics do you no justice. You’re super pretty.” He rubbed his hands over the thighs of his jeans as if to work out his first date jitters.
Kassie Jean detected a hint of nervousness to his voice as well. She knew how to fix that. “It’s been a long while since you’ve been on a date, yeah?”
“That obvious, huh?” he replied with a nervous smile and another ruffle of his hair.
“Tell ya what. How about we get all the awkward stuff out of the way? Right off the bat.”
Charlie looked at her with narrowed eyes.
“Hop in the backseat.” she said
“Excuse me?” Charlie choked out.
“Trust me. Just hop in the backseat. I promise I’ll stay right here.”
“Ohhhhhh kayyyy…..” he replied.
Charlie took a deep breath and opened the front passenger door. The characteristic metallic squawk of the door hinge made Kassie Jean smile. Once the front door was shut, he opened the back door and slid into the backseat, snapping the door shut behind him.
Kassie Jean turned around and kneeled on the bench front seat. She quickly unfastened the tiny buttons of her fitted button-down shirt. While keeping her head down, she darted her eyes upward for just a second to gauge Charlie’s reaction. His chin was nearly on his chest and his cheeks were flush. Once she shrugged out of her shirt, she popped the hooks on the back of her bra. She tossed both articles of clothing on the front seat beside her and leaned with her elbows on the back of the bench seat. Her tits were perfectly perched on the backrest.
“Now, let’s see about getting past the first date jitters.”
Charlie shifted in the seat and slouched just a bit. There was plenty of room in the back of the ‘67, and his knees didn’t even touch the front seat. He unconsciously rubbed the heel of his hand against the button fly of his jeans. Kassie Jean could tell her inhibition caused a reaction.
“Don’t worry about me. Close your eyes if it makes you more comfortable,” she purred.
Charlie’s eyes rolled a bit as his lids fluttered closed. He let a heavy breath escape his lungs and continued to rub his cock through his jeans. He was incredibly hard within seconds. Kassie Jean’s voice was like honey as she coached him.
“I bet that cock wants out. How about you undo those buttons?”
Charlie didn’t waste any time. The buttons were undone with one pull, and his cock stiffened harder once the night air touched it. He wrapped his hand slowly and deliberately over the head and continued the stroke downward.
“Now, doesn’t that feel better? Show me how you stroke that pretty cock.”
Charlie did exactly what was asked of him. He picked up the pace a bit, making sure his middle finger ran over the divot of his head. The fire it sent through his body was near unbearable.
“That’s a good boy. Faster, Charlie.”
His breathing was ragged. His face was flush. His hand tugged harder and faster. Within minutes he knew he would cum.
Kassie Jean read all the signs perfectly.
“So pretty. Cum for me Charlie.”
It was all the encouragement he needed. Charlie’s hips thrust forward as his hand came downward. The crippled cry that escaped his chest emphasized the intensity of his orgasm. The cum drenched his twitching cock and covered his hand. Three more hard thrusts and the last was spent. He slowed his breathing and his stroke and eventually opened his orgasm-drunk eyes.
Kassie Jean hadn’t moved. Her smile was unstoppable. The entire car smelled like sex.
“How’s those nerves?” she teased.
“Gone,” Charlie replied with a sideways smile.
“Good,” she said.
“Give me five minutes to change. I need a different shirt,” he laughed.
“Five minutes. Then I’ll meet you for the first time again.”
Charlie smiled. She was definitely going to be an adventure.

Red's Cross

                The blood had been on the table for about twenty minutes. The edges had already started to dry and darken. I continued to swirl my finger through the middle of the pool like it was finger paint. “What is your name?” I asked her.

                She was slack on her cross, so I knew she was having trouble focusing. I licked my finger and crossed the room. Grabbing her chin roughly, I pressed again. “What… is your name?”

                Groggy eyes tried to focus on my face. I felt the flutter of joy in my stomach as her eyes widened and she recognized where she was. The nervous shine returned to her eyes. Her sharp intake of breath warned me of her impending wail, so I moved my hand from her chin to her mouth, covering it before she could exhale her scream.

                “Tsk tsk tsk…..” I chastised. I leaned into her with my full body. She smelled like daffodils in early spring. God I wanted her. “You’ve done that before. Better think twice before screaming again,” I warned her. I ran my free hand up her leg to where I’d carved her name in her thigh. “Now, I’ll remove my hand if you tell me your name. Yes?”

                She nodded and closed her eyes. A single tear slipped from her eye as I felt her body relax. I removed my hand, but kept myself pressed against her. “Now, what is your name?”

                “Red. My name is Red.”

                “That’s my good girl.” I pushed forward with my hips a little before I took a step backward. I was rock hard with lust. 

                A quick glance at the hourglass let me know she had about five minutes left to be chained on her rack. I spent that time taunting her with flogs and canes. Each concussion reverberated throughout the tiny room. All too soon, the bell rang. And the assignment was complete.

                I unchained her wrists and ankles. She fell like a ragdoll into my arms, and I carried her to a lavender bath that waited. I stepped back wondering if I’d performed as she had wished.

                I was rewarded with a generous smile. The warmth of the bath restored the color to her cheeks. She practically purred as the heat eased the tension in her strained muscles. 

                I bowed and turned to leave. 

                “Thing,” she said.

                I stood frozen.

                “Take off your clothes and sit in the corner. I want to watch you finish. No point in letting that erection go to waste.”

                “Yes, Mistress,” I replied, all too eager to comply.

 

The Kitty and The Archer

Emily walked quickly down the hallway. Her heels were silenced by the intricately patterned carpet. 

Best to hide spills and mishaps…

Excitement pooled in her belly. She wondered where he’d be. She only knew that he was here... at this location. She wondered what he’d look like. How his voice would sound in person. Her scalp tickled with excitement mixed with a healthy dose of anxiety. 

“Breathe,” she said softly to remind herself of the most basic need. Air. 

Her leather bag rode heavy on her shoulder, and she tried to remember exactly what she’d put inside. Probably nothing she truly needed for today. Or maybe everything she’d ever need for a day like today. There really was no telling until they were in the moment.

She heard the elevator ding as it arrived. Her phone buzzed in her hip pocket as she rounded the corner and…

#

Brock fished in his jacket pocket for his car keys as he exited the elevator. He was already behind schedule. But this was going to work. It had to work.

Because he was so preoccupied with the meeting today, he rounded the corner and made full contact with a beautiful brunette. She was sent sprawling, her leather satchel and cell phone scattered on the carpet. He caught a glimpse of her panties as she struggled with embarrassment to right herself.

“Fuck. I am so sorry,” he said as he extended a hand to help her up.

“All my fault. I wasn’t paying attention.” She grabbed his outstretched hand and looked up to meet his gaze.

Brock noticed her hand was soft. He caught a soft draught of vanilla from her as he helped her to her feet. She was stunningly beautiful. She had hair the color of chocolate. Her figure was curvy, and he couldn’t help but stare at her wide hips. And then he saw the rose print scarf around her neck. This had to be Kitty.

“You’re ok?” he asked.

“Yeah. Totally fine. Thank you,” she replied. Her voice sounded much richer than the many times they had talked on the phone. 

“Okay, then. Be careful.” 

He walked off towards the lobby and disappeared behind a column, praying she didn’t recognize his voice.

Brock had to take a couple deep breaths to steady his nerves and calm his racing heart. Her voice had worked magic on him. He knew he was in for a wild ride.

#

Emily still flush from the awkwardness of being knocked on her ass, ran her fingers through her chin length layers to smooth her tresses. Today was off to a bang. Luckily, her heels hadn’t broken, and her clothing wasn’t torn. No damage done. Only a bruised ego.

“Way to screw it up before it even starts,” she whispered harshly to herself. 

She walked her way over to the front desk. “Hello. I’m Kitty. Is there a message left here for me?”

The front desk clerk said with a bright, cheery voice, “Let me check for you.”

She rummaged through some scattered pieces of paper on a side desk. When she found what she was looking for, she piped, “Ah yes! Right here.” She handed the small ecru envelope across the desk to Emily’s waiting hand.

“Thank you. Have a great day.”

“You too, Miss.”

The envelope was so light that Emily didn’t think it held anything. Her alias was written neatly in quill and ink calligraphy. When she turned it over in her hand, she noticed the tiny arrow drawn the bottom left corner. It was definitely from Archer.

Her hands shook nervously as she opened the envelope. The single sheet of parchment said simply ROOM 1024. She raised her gaze to the elevators and started to cross back across the lobby.

Looking in that direction, she thought back to her collision. The man was tall. Nearly too tall. He had a tousle of messy blonde hair and really broad shoulders. He could have been a linebacker on the old high school football team. But the incident had happened all so fast that Emily didn’t even really register what his face looked like.

“No matter. Room 1024 awaits,” she said aloud. 

She entered the elevator and pressed the button for the tenth floor.

#

Brock checked back after five minutes to see that Kitty had taken the elevator. The empty lobby confirmed that she was well on her way. He leaned back against the column once again. Tilting his head back and letting out a deep breath, he relaxed for a second. All was nearly lost.

He counted off the seconds it would take for the elevator to reach the suite he had secured on the tenth floor. He imagined her red heels stepping off the elevator. He imagined the steps she took as she got closer and closer to the suite. The door had been left slightly ajar so she could let herself in. He imagined how her hand would fly to her mouth as she stepped into the room. He thought about how the tiny chocolate roses would make her smile. He could see her look around the room wide-eyed in anticipation. She would drop her leather bag on the coffee table. He felt his cock jump at the thought of her reading the note he’d left behind.

Put this on. A black velvet blindfold had been left beside the note.

He left the shadow of the column and started for the elevator. By the time he reached the suite, she would be ready.

#

Emily gingerly touched the blindfold. The velvet tickled her fingers. She sat on the nearby ottoman and brought the cloth to her eyes. The darkening of her surroundings made her other senses heighten. She could smell the peonies and hibiscus in a nearby vase. She could hear the ticking of an anniversary clock on the mantle perched above the gas fireplace. It would make sense that Archer would want to meet like this. The comforting lilt of his voice tickled her thighs as she waited for him to appear.

She heard the soft click of the door. Instantly the air was electric. 

“Hello Kitty.”

The voice. The voice she grew to love. The voice that over the last three months was here. Just feet away from her. 

She leaned her ear towards where the voice had spoken. “Archer,” she said.

“Are you comfortable?”

“Yes,” she replied.

“I hadn’t planned on rushing this, fuck all if I can stop from kissing you.”

Before she could even reply, she heard three quick steps hit the carpet as he crossed the room. He gathered her face in his hands and planted a firm kiss on her pink lips.

Emily felt the months of distance vanish in the space of a heartbeat. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back fervently. 

“How far are you willing to go, Kitty?” he asked as he broke the kiss.

“All the way,” she said breathlessly. He had no idea how much she longed to have him hold her, kiss her, caress her. Fuck her.

To reinforce her statement, she shrugged out of her jacket and let her fingers play with the buttons of her blouse. She’d worn this shirt several times before, but the blindfold made her notice the smoothness of the tiny pearl buttons that held her blouse closed. She made quick work of the buttons and was soon left in her bra, skirt and panties.

He breathed into her ear, “Let me.” 

So she did.

#

 He knelt before her and unzipped her skirt. It fell to the floor in a soft whoosh. He kissed her belly and inwardly grinned when he felt the flutter there. He continued to kiss her as he slipped a finger into the elastic of her panties. Her body gave an uncontrollable twitch as his touch tickled her hip. She smelled like vanilla all over and his hungry mouth explored her hips, her stomach, her thighs as he pulled down her panties.

#

She unlatched her bra while he made quick work of the bottom half. She quivered as his lips touched everywhere. 

She felt him rise as she stood naked before him. His hands grasped her shoulders. He guided her backwards towards the bedroom. After fifteen steps she knew she was just inches from the bed. The room had changed from a bright floral to a deep musky candle. While she stood there she listened to his clothes fall on the floor.

#

Letting his pants fall to the ground was a relief to his straining cock. The taste of her, the smell of her was nearly more than he could take. He had grabbed the rose print scarf from the floor of the front room, and he used it now to tie her wrists in front of her. He grabbed her bound wrists and guided her backwards to the bed. Letting her fall gently, she stretched her arms above her head. The picture was exquisite. His skin was on fire to touch hers.

#

She drew in a solid breath as his weight came upon her, pinning her to the bed. His naked flesh touched her and lit her afire. There was electricity in his touch. Urgency in his mouth. He crushed his lips to hers, and she fought back with equal passion. She knew in a matter of moments she would be undone.

#

Pausing only long enough to grab a condom, he parted her legs with his knee. The treasure there was ready to be discovered. He pressed the tip of his cock to the wet nether lips that begged to be touched. She was breathing raggedly as he pressed further inside her.

#

The touch of his head drove her to near madness. She strained upwards with her hips in order to encourage deeper penetration. He read her actions perfectly and pushed farther and farther inside her. They seemed a perfect fit.

“Kitty…” he whispered. 

The thickness of his voice, the motion of his hips, and the heavy scent of the room was all she needed to be pushed beyond the point of no return.

#

“Archer,” she whispered breathlessly back. The name like a song on his ears. He pumped harder and faster. Her nipples perked and darkened and he knew she was close. He ground his pubic bone against her crotch as he twisted his hips in small circles. The penetration and the friction making him reach his boiling point.

#

“Now,” she pleaded.

#

“Now,” he whispered.

He watched her blindfolded face contort with passion. Her lips slightly parted as her ragged breath escaped her lungs. Their rhythm was a frantic pace as she locked her heels into his buttocks to drive him deeper. The sweat from their torsos making a slick mess of their bodies. He matched her pace and came with a force he’d never known before. 

#

She gave a groan and felt her orgasm explode with his. The throbbing ache of longing was replaced with the highest plateau of passion. The orgasm was more intense than anything she could have imagined. The gentle decent back to earth left her calm and peacefully exhausted.

He rolled to her right side on the bed. “Do you want to see?” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied.

#

He reached up and tugged the blindfold from her eyes. He waited as her eyes adjusted to the light. 

Satisfaction washed over him as he saw the spark of recognition in her eyes when she realized he was the gentleman from downstairs. 

“My name is Brock Bowyer. Nice to meet you.”

“My name is Emily Ducat. Nice to meet you,” she answered with a bright smile and a twinkle in her eye. She wrapped her bound wrists around his neck and snuggled close to his naked chest, practically tasting the magic of their contact. 

#

And here I was worried about things I packed in my damned leather bag, she thought inwardly. And giggled.

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