Closer 11

"God, I hate bars," she thought to herself. But in the new habit of trying to put herself out there a bit more- and in the wake of a nasty breakup- she has succumbed to the ubiquitous Manhattan's bar scene. She decided on Lotus Lounge in TriBeCa, since it was the newest and apparently most happening spot to star gaze. "Who knows? Maybe I'll get lucky tonight!"

Noemi was what they call a second look girl. You might dismiss her at first but then something will draw you in- whether it was the almond, soulful eyes, the long, toned limbs, or her full and bouncing breasts. She's not overtly sexy but the innate Scorpio appeal is undeniable by most. Noemi is tall and slim, curves in all the right places, with milk chocolate brown skin and flashing eyes. Noemi was fortunate enough to have the intelligence and wit to match her beauty, so her tongue was sharp. Noemi wasn't the kind of woman to be easily flattered but knew a true compliment when she heard it. She was up for some adventure and really horny so she knew she had to focus to get what she wanted tonight.

Noemi took a seat at the bar after surpassing the velvet ropes in no time. The bouncer chatted her up a bit and tried to get her number, but she said she was waiting on her lover inside and simply could not oblige out of good conscious. This was only a half-truth so she felt comfortable telling it to this stranger whom obviously wanted one thing. Even though Noemi wanted only one thing as well, she didn't want it to seem that way. She ordered up her usual Long Island iced tea, and it wasn't long before someone came knocking. Noemi was dressed to flirt in a magenta bandage dress that fell only a few inches below the curve of her ass- which showed off the goods very nicely. She paired her ensemble with golden jeweled earrings and matching gold peep toe heels. The first guy to approach was a tall blonde, dressed very well. He had on a three piece navy suit with cognac wingtips and yellow laces with a gold tie stay. He was sipping on whiskey when he approached. He smelled really good too!

"Hi there."

She looked up and greeted him with a not-so enthusiastic and dry "hello".

He extended his hand and said "My name is Christopher and I've been watching you since you walked in the door a few moments ago. I just had to introduce myself. I'd like to get to know you better."

"Well, Christopher," as she shook his hand, "I'm only in town for the night so don't waste my time. Would you like to get to know me or just fuck me?"

Taken aback by her gall but definitely turned on, he bit. "Well I can't say the latter didn't cross my mind several times in the last two minutes, but yes, I would like to get to know you too!"

"Aww, wrong answer- but nice try. I'm just looking for a good fuck tonight and I don't believe you're it, despite your fitted suit and beautiful eyes. But thanks for not offering to buy me a drink."

"Well if that's all you really want, then I'm down for that too", he said, licking his lips.

"Don't worry there are plenty others here for you-just not me. And that's okay." As she returned to her drink, Mr. Christopher slinked away awkwardly, as he seemed to be the type that didn't get rejected often.

"Damn, that was harsh- but funny."

As she looked to her right, there stood a goddess. She was about 5'7 with long dreads in a French braid, wearing black ripped jeans, grey loose tee, and moto boots. She had swag and the smile to match. Her skin was milky and clear, her eyes big and brown, and her full lips would put Angelina Jolie's to shame. Noemi was intrigued.

"Well sometimes you have to be blunt about things to get what you want" she smirked.

"Well even though I agree that you're sexy as all hell, I'm not gonna even try to step to you since it seems you're handing out new assholes tonight!"

"Ok, then don't. It's your loss." Noemi took another swig of her now depleted drink.

"It looks like you need a refill."

"No, but maybe a change in location will increase my chances of finding the one tonight. What do you think?"

"What makes you think you haven't already?" she said, self-assuredly.

If it were a different night, Noemi would have definitely let this fine ass woman show her some tricks, but this was not her mood tonight.

"Well, if I had, I wouldn't be walking away," she whispered in her ear as she did just that.

Stunned but not totally phased, she nodded and rubbed her chin in status approval as Noemi left the bar. Noemi was becoming frustrated with the lack of progress when an older gentleman wearing an earpiece approached. He looked really official and Noemi began to wonder whom he was guarding.

"Excuse me, ma'am. You've been invited to have a private drink with my charge. Will you please follow me?"

She figured s/he wouldn't invite someone for a drink then kill her in a crowded lounge, so she obliged. She wondered who the mystery cat was as she climbed the steep stairs to the enclosed balcony. Once at the top, she was met by another gentleman that ushered her through the velvet curtains. As she walked through, she noticed the beautiful view of the city skyline then focused her attention as she got closer to the dimly lit figure. The banquettes were plush cognac leather, illuminated by soft, flickering candles and bounced around the room by what seemed like hundreds of mirror slivers on the walls. The music was deep and soulful. She didn't know whether to feel like a whore or a saint.

"It's so nice to finally meet you," he said.

She smiled and laughed, "I can say the same for you." It was Clive Owen. He wasn't in a movie every year- tirelessly- but she knew his work well enough. For her, Clive was like a Sean Connery of today. From the accent to the rugged good looks, he was everything she had hoped for tonight. He looked at her with the intensity of a friendly stalker. It was a cross between some deep seeded desire and just a bit of 'I might choke you during sex' that she liked.

"My name is Noemi."

"I'm Clive, as you may know. So Noemi, you come here often?" They both had to laugh at that and did. "I can't believe I just said that with a straight face!" His thick London accent was intoxicating. She watched each syllable pour from his persistently pursed lips. How she wanted to taste them so!

"Well, at least the ice is broken. So, Clive, why me?"

He looked at her incredulously, "Why the fuck not! You're fucking gorgeous, love!"

She completely melted and moved closer to him, placing her hand on his thigh and whispered, "so about the fucking part...?"

He smiled and whispered in her ear, "Oh don't you worry, love- we'll get to that." He smirked and took a swig of his Scotch.

She studied his features in the dim light- his crooked nose, bony but pronounced cheeks, steely eyes and those lips. He had the profile of a Greek god, about to go to war- insistent and strong. He smelled like a musky forest just after the rain. He wore a button down with the top few unfastened to reveal a bit of his manly chest hair which she couldn't wait to tousle!

"Well I'm not much for small talk, but since we're being so frank with one another, I thought I'd ask you something." She looked into his eyes, getting lost in every syllable, waiting for what was about to come.

"Yes?"

"What does your cunt taste like?"

The words hung in the air, heavy, loaded. She didn't have a response- just a reaction. She kissed him deeply as their tongues swirled about each other with purpose. He drew back a bit to stare into her entrancing eyes and let them speak for her. She smiled as she looked down then up again into his steely blues as she kissed him again softly. His hands began to roam her frame as she palmed his head, running her fingers through his hair. She suddenly felt his hand up her dress, searching for her button as she parted her legs to ensure his passage. Rubbing her mound she began to inhale deeply while still kissing him, urging him onwards. With two fingers, he entered her so deftly, yet gently. Noemi moaned as she released his mouth for a moment to express her desire for him by biting and licking her lips with approval. He moved his fingers deeper inside while flicking her throbbing button with his thumb. Still looking into his eyes, she moaned, as she pursed her lips for his enjoyment. He withdrew his digits and drew them close to his face. First he smelled them as if they had been bathed in fine wine, inhaling so deeply. Then he licked them, slowly, still looking into her eyes.

"How's that for firsthand knowledge?" crossing her legs again.

He smiled and said "Exquisite." Suddenly becoming aware of the short timeframe in which they had become acquainted, she had to assert herself.

"I don't usually do this. Had you been anyone else, this would not have happened. But the fact is I have been attracted to you since I first saw you in "Closer". I think you are so handsome and mysterious and, really, now, I just want to fuck you."

"Well, it seems we have a lot in common," placing his drink to his lips yet again.

"Yes, but there are others...", I said, trailing off.

Noemi began to nuzzle his neck, softly kissing him. This turned out to very much be his thing. He began to moan as he reached around her with his right hand and pulled her into his lap, kissing passionately.

"Definitely Scotch," she thought.

Their tongues thrashed against each other, as he attempted to swallow her whole. With one hand on her ass and the other with its own agenda, they pawed each other like animals. Noemi forcefully pushed away from him and said, "let's go."

Next thing she knew they were being whisked away by security to his abode for the week while in town. In between kissing and rubbing, he playfully began to choke Noemi while grasping her face in his hand. As the car comes to a halt, the guard opens the door to let them out. The street was quiet, but the air was filled with anticipation. She is no longer aware of the formerly painful four inch heels strapped to her feet, as bliss has taken over. There's a young couple on the corner drunkenly kissing.

"Well. This is it. Are you ready love?"

She looks up to see exactly what she had come to expect of a SoHo loft building- somewhat industrial looking, but nonetheless cool. They take the "lift" to the third floor and head down the hall to his door. It's a short hallway with one large window on the right. It is barred and darkened. He immediately senses the shred of apprehension she has and places a hand on the small of her back, urging her onwards with confidence. Once inside, she quickly realizes she's had only one drink.

"You thirsty, love?"

"Very perceptive, this one is," she thought, impressed.

"What have you got?"

He looks into his barren fridge. "Vodka, Scotch and ice."

She laughs and replies, "All three then!" He grabs only one glass and approaches her stance at the counter.

"Would you like the grand tour?" gesturing around the room.

Smiling slyly, "Only if you're inside me during the tour..."

"Hmmmm...I think I might love you...", smirking.

She walks over and takes a seat in the big leather club chair. He stands in front of her, handing her the glass. He pours a shot's equivalent of Scotch then looks at her, waiting for a response.

She looks up and says, "I'm a vodka girl."

"I know...but tonight, you will drink Scotch."

He takes the glass from her hand and takes a small swig. He then crouches down to her legs, removing her left shoe and takes her foot in his hand. She sits back in the chair as he lifts her foot to his shoulder to massage her calf. He takes another small swig but holds it. He places her big toe into his mouth and drizzles the warmed Scotch down her foot. She trembles as the warm liquid's embrace is chased by his lapping tongue up her ankle. Noemi lunges forward to kiss him deeply. His hands roamed her legs and travelled her length as their tongues become reacquainted. Noemi pulled him in closer, wrapping her long leg around his neck. He could smell her sweet aroma as she was definitely turned on. He pulled away briefly, quickly removed her other shoe, stood up, and pulled Noemi up with him. She then turned her back to him, urging him to undress her further and he complied. As she wriggled out of the dress, her heavy yet perky breasts bounced up and down, to which Clive enjoyed watching. He pulled her close to him, with one hand on her hip, yanking off her thong with the other. She kissed him again, this time slowly, while unbuckling his belt as he undid his shirt buttons. She released his lips as she carefully slid his jeans and boxer briefs down simultaneously when he sprang forth towards her waiting mouth.

"Mmmmmmm, you are a thick one aren't ya?" she questioned, looking up at him with a smile.

"Almost as thick as my head," he chuckled.

"Well I'm definitely going to enjoy this one- nice and slow," looking into his eyes. She engulfed his entire length in one swoop stretching her cheeks to their limit to please him. Clive's eyes rolled to the back of his head with pleasure, as his hand placed ever so gently on the back of her head urged her onwards. Carefully, she allowed some saliva to dribble from her throat and down his shaft for extra lubrication as she worked his rod. Clive moaned his approval of her movements as she continued to slurp him down her throat. She alternated between sucking, licking, and basically lambasting his prick with her mouth. Every now and then, she would look up at him, smile, hock a good one on his mast, and swallow it whole again- while never using her hands except to hold him up while licking his balls in between. She could feel him growing in her mouth again and she knew he was about to shoot his load- and so did he. He quickly yanked her upwards and turned her around as he plunged deep into her moist cavern with a sigh of relief from them both! Noemi steadied herself with one knee on the chair as he pummeled her from behind, slapping her ass and making her cum steadily. Her body buzzed and sang with delight as he expertly stimulated her G-spot. He latched on to her hips with his hands as his thrusts quickened to a fever pitch for he was truly about to explode. Taking his cue, she clenched her pelvic floor so he could target her G-spot even further as he erupted inside her, sending waves of pleasure through her insides. She released her muscles just a bit as his tip hit her cervix and made Noemi shower his semi-hard prick with her lady jizz. The two collapsed into the large chair, Clive still inside Noemi, spooning and panting.

"My god love! I knew you'd be amazing but you have surpassed my expectations completely," he said, breathing heavily.

"You're welcome! But I hope you didn't think that was it..." she said slyly.

"Well I am still waiting to really taste your cunt..."

"Yes, you are, aren't you?" She dashed to the bathroom for a washcloth to get them both freshened up a bit for round two. She made sure to caress and massage his balls while getting the job done as they kissed passionately.

"I just want to eat you up!" he squealed. He grabbed her by the face and softly sucked her lips. She took care of herself as he bit and teased her tongue with his, tossing the cloth aside. She climbed into his lap, straddling his hips, grinding into him. He kissed her even deeper, pulling her hair back to reveal her waiting neck. He bit down and sucked her throat, kissing and licking its length sloppily- the way she liked it! She reached down to stroke his member into its former glory when he bent her backwards to the floor and latched on to her mound. Noemi was quite flexible so the sudden position change wasn't affecting her and he was proud.

"Were you a dancer," he asked.

"I dabbled...why?"

"It shows. Let's see what else you can do..." Clive grabbed her right ankle from under him and placed it all the way back like the letter K. "I'm impressed." Clive then did the same with her other leg while her head was resting on the floor and continued to flick her button and lips with his tongue. Noemi moaned and writhed with pleasure, begging Clive to fuck her now. He did not oblige in the way she wanted him to, but it was good for now. He then thrust his tongue inside her hole as far as he could go, sucking her lips and driving her wild. Noemi bucked her hips further into his face as she shuddered with ecstasy and release. Still trying to catch her breath, Clive took her by the hands to pull her up into a more comfortable position. "You taste magnificent darling."

"Thank you," she cooed. Noemi reached down and grabbed his stiffening member, staring into his eyes. "I want more." Clive smirked as she stroked his length slowly and intently, never breaking her gaze into his eyes. Once he was at full attention, Noemi gently slid him into her still sopping hole.

"This- this is heaven on Earth," he declared, smiling oh so smugly while fondling her ass. She kissed him gently while cradling his neck in her hands. He adjusted a bit to get in deeper as he cupped her ass and guided her movements up and down onto his shaft. Wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled him in to her chest so he could suck her nipples as she rode.

"Fuck me, Clive. Fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before," she pleaded. He began thrusting his hips to match her movements as both hastened with force. She could feel herself about to let go of everything- the last year, the breakup, her sense of logic and reserve- all of it. It had been so long since she'd been with a man that she almost forgot how good it could be. She tightened her arms around his brawny shoulders as he sucked and kissed her neck and chin. She knew this was only a one-night stand but what better way to rebound than with a celebrity crush? If there was anything left she held back, she was resigned to release it at this moment.

"Oh blimey, love, I'm gonna explode again!" he yelled.

Sweaty, panting, and giving zero fucks, "fucking come inside me you beautiful beast!"

Clive then tilted forward just slightly- with Noemi holding on for dear life- to get the right angle for cervix smashing as he commenced to doing just so. Just three hard thrusts later, they came like thunder and lightning, one after the other. Resuming their upright positions, Clive bit and sucked her nipples, as Noemi's chest heaved from the strenuous yet fun workout. Tossing her lustrous curls to one side, she swiped her forehead's sweat. Looking up at her with those big steely eyes, famously clenched jaw, and permanently pursed lips, he said "you even sweat beautifully...god you are a magnificent creature!" She chuckled and kissed him tenderly, raking her finger nails down his back as he trembled under her touch.

"So now what?" she asked.

"Now we have another drink, talk a little, maybe fuck a little more, maybe sleep, then get some breakfast. Sound like a plan?" he said smirking with one eyebrow lifted.

"Sounds amazing!"

It's obvious they enjoyed each other thoroughly that night, but as expected, it was only a one-time thing. Noemi continued to hear from Clive off and on for the next few months until she heard nothing for another few. With the New Year approaching, she had taken a vow to give real love a chance again, since she had been having so much fun since Clive. And like clockwork in a movie scene, two days after putting her new love mantra into the universe, she gets a ring from none other than Clive himself.

"Ello love! I wasn't sure you were going to answer! How the hell are you?" he asked, emphatically.

"I'm well stranger. How are you?"

"Well, I've been missing you, is all. I know it's been awhile, but I'm going to be in NYC next week and I was wondering if you'd like to meet up?

"I would like to, but the question is am I able?"