It was a dark and stormy night. As many nights in Seattle were, particularly this time of year. So despite that it makes for interesting storytelling for what is about to happen, the truth of the matter was, the rain was almost completely and utterly banal. Things had been getting increasingly heated between Alan and Laura. They had been dating for several months, but Alan had always pulled away before their kisses drew too much heat. Then before there was too much groping. But tonight, insofar as Laura could tell, it was on.
She could feel Alan's erection against her thigh, as she'd felt it several times before. It didn't completely allay her fear that Alan might be gay. He dressed a little too well, kept himself a little too fit; his skin was just a bit too perfect, if not a bit pale. He had a definite aversion to the church, as those judged by it often will, and he was just so vain. Not that she could ever recall him spending too much time around mirrors, but he was always afraid to be in settings where lights would be too bright. He was so worried about skin cancer, to the point of obsessive compulsive. And he always claimed he looked better in indirect lighting.
But anyone her age that was still single who still had a full head of hair and had never been married was bound to have their quirks. She'd pondered them and decided they were not disagreeable to the point of not seeing him. She had consented early on to take things slow. He'd been burned before, hadn't he? And it must have been painful. He just had so many walls. Walls she was trying her best to scale and could just about see over.
Alan hissed through his teeth as Laura shook back her long, brown hair over her shoulder to get it out of the way of his pants, giving her hand free clearance to slide down the front. She loved her boyfriend, but even his cock in the heat of passion felt oddly cool. Still, her fingers encircled it and she started to pull at him as she kissed over his neck and then stretched her own out for him. She hadn't made out this much since she was a teenager, and Alan always seemed to just enjoy nuzzling at and licking her neck. He once spent a couple of hours doing nothing but that till finally she had to stop it. Not just because she was aroused, but also because she was starting to feel that skin pucker and prune like she'd been in the tub for too long.
Predictably, he went for her neck, nipping and sucking and licking at it tenderly. She'd never gotten this close with him before and she could feel her pulse quicken and her heart flutter as her chest heaved. Alan slid down a little bit on the couch and pulled her on top of him. Laura sat back a bit on his legs, balancing with her knees pushed deep under the cushions of the dark brown velvety sofa. She caught her reflection in the windows of her condo that looked out onto greater Seattle. Lightning flashed and her eyes were a bit dazzled as she looked back at her lover on the couch. For a moment it actually looked as if he had fangs as his mouth opened to groan in the pleasure of her touch.
She used her free hand to unbutton his burgundy dress shirt, exposing his pale, but decently muscled chest. His head pushed back a bit into the cushion and his head twisted to the side as if he were trying to muffle his moans. He bit at the throw pillow as her hand moved over his chest and then back down to his pants. She had still been working at him diligently before her free hand came down to release his length from the burden of his trousers. He had been so good, so patient, and she was afraid to initiate actual sex, so she thought perhaps he wouldn't stop a blowjob. What kind of man did that? A gay man. And usually not even those if it was done with skill.
