What had come over her? She wondered. How had she let things get so out of control? All she wanted to do was see if the cute guy that had been ogling her the past few months had the balls to actually do anything about it, but somehow she had pushed him too far.
And now look at me, Cassidy moaned in her own mind. I'm leading a virtual stranger by the hand to my apartment. Cassidy knew this wasn't like her. She had always been the cautious type, and never one to give into petty urges or lose control of a situation. But now Cassidy felt like she was on a one way train track to either complete nirvana or disaster. Strangely, she didn't care. This one, Cassidy decided, was worth the risk.
This was especially true considering what he had done to her back in the elevator. Her knees still wobbled as she tried to concentrate just on walking the rest of the way to her apartment door. She fumbled for her keys in her purse as the gray-plaster walls began to weave and the cheep chandelier light fixtures seemed to sway with her.
Strong arms caught her around the waist, steadying her. She paused a moment, leaning into them for support. She felt the rise and fall of his firm chest, and even the soft thumping of his heart. He was still warm and a bit sweaty from being stuck in the elevator.
It was an experience she would never forget. His tongue, his lips, and indeed his very voice had filled her slick center until she had climaxed with more vigor than she had in a long time. And she wanted more.
She finally found the keys as she glanced up into his patiently waiting green-hazel eyes. She wished she hadn't because she almost melted again before she even got the door open.
Once inside, and the door closed safely behind them, they assaulted each other with a fervent kiss. Cassidy moaned deeply and Trenton matched her by inhaling and taking her breath away. She backpedaled toward the bedroom as his hands tore at her blouse, exposing her peanut-butter creamy breasts and black lacy bra.
She giggled as she lead him by the hand, kicking off her annoying heels along the way. She felt the stubble of his five-o-clock shadow on the back of her neck as he tossed her hair aside and nibbled on an ear. She could feel his arousal disrupting the cloth of her skirt on her ass behind her, and she began to have doubts about making it to the bedroom, of which the door to was still three steps away.
His mouth latched onto her neck from behind, and she felt a large hand work its way inside her bra as he caressed a breast. Another hand slid down, down, across her belly and finally to the hem of her skirt as he slowly unzipped it along the side.
To her right was her small kitchen inlet. It wasn't much more than a stove, oven, dishwasher, and refrigerator with a small sink and counter, but it had served her well. She stumbled over to the counter and braced her hands on it for support as Trenton's hands continued to work their magic and his very excited bulge continued to tease her ass through the fabric of both his pants and her panties.
Her delicately light glasses fell from her nose as she pitched forward. She tried to recover them but Trenton spun her around, grinning broadly as his hands clasped to her shoulders.
"I can't believe this is happening," he said to her happily. "It's like a dream."
She kissed him, biting on his bottom lip and sucking it outward with a wet smack.
"Trenton," Cassidy said sweetly. "I love this new confidence. I mean I really, really loooove it. But maybe . . . I mean . . . I think we should slow down . . . I mean we just met, right?"
"I feel like I've known you for months," Trenton said with a small frown, clearly disappointed. "I know that sounds crazy though, and of course I'll respect your wishes."
He smiled at her. Somehow, even his smile made her melt a little inside. She watched as he began to try to button up his shirt, but he frowned when he realized he was missing a few buttons that somehow got lost in the fray. Cassidy could see through the gap in his shirt that Trenton was lean and tanned, and he obviously took good care of himself. He wasn't overbearing in his body like some of those guys that seemed to live at the gym, either, which was a good thing in her mind. He was so cute to her right now, like a confused puppy, that she just had to laugh.
Cassidy caught him by the hand, leading him into the living room. She picked a remote off a small side table next to her large, green couch, and pointed it at her stereo system. A light R&B song from the 90's began to play. It was one of those boy groups that always had a guy with a deep voice saying romantic sounding things in the middle of the song. Cassidy had always had a soft spot for that type of thing, and Trenton's deep voice drove her crazy.
"Dance with me," she commanded soothingly. Trenton obeyed, and she was surprised at what a good dancer he was as he led her in a slow circle. She lay her head on his chest as they danced, and she was amazed at how his heart seemed to harmonize with the music.
They stayed that way for two more songs. With each new note, with each new melody, Cassidy began to feel her spirits rise. It felt so right being there with him. She was hungry, but she had completely forgotten about food. Instead she was hungry for something else.
The music changed again, and as a female artist began to sing another classic favorite, Cassidy surprised him by sliding down the length of his body. She kept her eyes on his the whole time, and she watched him hold his breath as she worked his zipper down, reached into his fly, and began to massage his rock hard shaft through his briefs.
She smiled wickedly as she worked the fleshy pole free so that it stuck out through the fly. He was big, and yet she wasn't intimidated. She could tell he was big just from the feel of it trough his pants, but actually seeing it made her eyes light up.
She began to stroke him softly, and he seemed uncertain what to do with his hands. At last he decided on caressing her cheek and jaw line, and Cassidy thought the gesture was sweet, but she wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily. She teased the tip with a gentile lick before stroking him with a gentile hand again. When his legs began to shake, she took him into her mouth at last. But she only gave him one long suck, before letting the shaft pop free from the side of her cheek. When he sighed deeply in mild frustration, Cassidy decided he had been tortured enough.
