How can I describe Raven to anyone, she is such a complex woman. Her physical attributes from my minds eye is that she is about 5'4", 111lbs, dark brown hair that is cut very short. Her bangs fall over her right eye, which adds to her mystique. Her eyes are deep black and have a sad look to them. Her face is more round than heart shaped, her nose is small and her lips are somewhat tiny.
Her body is very nice, with 34C breasts; small waist and hips that make you take that second look. Although short, her legs are tightly molded, as she enjoys working out and participating in martial arts.
Her joys in life consist of being the best cook she could be, as she likes to have fun while she cooks. She is also attending college. At 22 years of age, she has put a lot on her table to contend with.
Raven has little time to enjoy her young life, at this point in her life. She does like to sit and draw, sometimes going to the local park and sketching different people, without them knowing.
When she does something new or different, she goes all out. She won't hold back anything, no matter what.
Her body is adorned with a number of tattoos; both her nipples are pierced, as is her belly button, nose, eyebrows, lip and both ears. Most of these were done as a rebellious act toward her strict parents.
I first met her at a restaurant where she is the head Chef. I had arrived in St.Louis on a business trip and stopped in to enjoy a meal.
I am a representative of a very large Micro-Technology Corporation and usually do a lot of traveling. The company picks up my tab, so I try to eat at the better restaurants. I ordered Chicken Cordon Blue and a vegetable melody for my meal.
The meal was outstanding, so I asked the waitress to have the Chef come to my table. I assured her that I was very pleased with the meal.
I was extremely surprised when Raven came to my table. I told her how much I had enjoyed the meal and just wanted to personally thank the Chef.
I'm 27 years old, 6'2", 220lbs, blond hair and blue eyes. I keep my hair cut conservatively, as it is part of the business image. I work out whenever possible, so my body keeps a muscular frame.
My short conversation with Raven wasn't enough for me. I asked if she would mind showing me a little of St.Louis, while I was here.
She gave me a look that told me I had over-stepped my boundaries, but then she smiled and told me that she could get free about 10PM. I told her where I was staying, and I'd meet her in the lobby.
She returned to the kitchen, I paid my bill and gave a generous tip to my waitress, then left to get cleaned up some. I had time to use the hotel gym, so I took advantage of that, went to my room, showered, dressed and went to the lobby to wait on Raven.
When she walked through the doors, I took in what she was wearing. Her jeans were tight and molded to her ass like a second skin. Her shirt was a sleeveless t-shirt. When her black leather jacket opened, you could clearly see that her nipples were erect.
"I hadn't planned on going anywhere after work and this was all I had," she said, as she approached.
"What your wearing is fine with me, just wanted to go somewhere and have a good time," I said. I had also worn jeans and a long sleeve turtleneck shirt, and loafers. I carried a light jacket with me.
She had a car, so she drove to a place called "The Hornet's Nest". The music was loud, very loud. Lots of people on the dance floor, most dressed in a gothic style. We found a table towards the back, sat and gave our order to the waitress.
It was dark in the rear of the club. Lots of swirling and flashing lights on the dance floor. I observed a couple about two tables away. She was a blond, I think, with streaks of red, green and black in her hair. Her male companion was leaning on the table. For some reason I noticed her hand, she had removed his cock and was masturbating him.
Raven followed my eyes and said, "That goes on a lot here, no one pays attention to others in the club. "The owner doesn't care, as long as nothing gets broken."
"Do you come here often?" I asked.
"Not really, as a matter of fact, I don't care for this place that much. It was the closest and stays open later then most other clubs," she said. "Besides, I wanted to see what reaction you'd have when you got here."
"Hey! I'm no virgin, just don't have a place like this where I live," I said. "Thought you'd scare me, did ya?"
She removed her jacket and placed it on the back of her seat. Even in the dark, her breasts were beautiful. Her back was to the crowded dance floor, and the lights made a glow all around her.
I admit I stared at her breasts, more than I should of; after all, I just met her. I brought my eyes back to her face and smiled at her.
"You seem to be enamored with my breasts, do you want to see them?" she asked matter of factly.
I nodded yes, and she lifted the front of her shirt, and my eyes beheld the most beautiful tits I've ever seen. Perfect in size and shape, those erect nipples being pierced by what looked like a small bone.
Licking my lips, I told her thanks, they were magnificent.
"Why don't you bring your chair next to mine and you can get a better look." she said.
As I moved next to her, she took my hand and placed it on her breast. Her other hand went to my leg and landed on my semi-hard cock. She ran her hand over its length and said, "I showed you mine, now I want to see what you have here", as she squeezed my dick.
She unbuckled my belt, ran the zipper down and reached in to remove my hard shaft from its confinements. I looked around; no one was looking at us.
Her hand ran up and down my shaft, and her palm covered the mushroomed head. I have a good eight and a half inches, three inches in girth, so she had her hand full of me.
I continued to knead her breast. Her nipple was long, so I lightly twisted it between my fingers, as she played with my dick.
I am single, no girlfriend, I live alone. With no female companionship for the last four months, this was making me feel great.
Her hands were like magic on me, so smooth, soft, with just enough pressure. She pulled out my balls and rolled a nut in her fingers. My cock was out for everyone that walked by, to see. This girl, Raven was pumping me, much to my delight.
"Let me know when your ready to cum, I don't want you to get any on your clothes." she said.
Her masturbation skills were fantastic; I was going to blow my wad for the first time in public. I was thrilled and scared at the same time. What if she lied to me about the owner? What if he sees this and calls the cops? A number of things were going through my head, but the major influence was that hand on my cock.
"My God, I'm going to cum, real soon," I said.
Raven slid off the chair, went under the table, and quickly placed my cock in her mouth.
"Holy shit, this is awesome," I said.
She engulfed my cock, head and hand pumped me until I shot into her mouth. Sucking it down, she waited for the second and third. I took hold of the tables edge, as I was shooting my cum into her. Nothing else mattered, the cops could have been putting handcuffs on me and I didn't care.
She kept my cock in her mouth until I started to go limp. She brought herself back to her chair and looked at me and said, with a grin, "Welcome to St.Louis".
I grinned a silly grin and said, "Hi, my name is Roger," as I replaced my penis in my pants and fixed myself up.
"Would you like to go to my place, where I can properly thank you?" I asked.
"Sure, lets go," she said, as she stood and put her jacket on. I tossed a ten on the table for a tip and we left.
At the hotel, she grabbed a bag from her rear seat and threw it over her shoulder. The elevator ride to the 20th floor was slow, and crowded. When we got out, my door was only four doors down.
I let her in and turned on the lights. She remarked on how nice the suite was and asked where the bedroom was. Pointing towards a door, she told me she be a minute or so, then she closed the door behind her.
I went to the small bar and fixed me a Barcardi & Ginger. While I was enjoying that, she opened the door. My eyes nearly feel out of my head, she was dressed in black leather from head to foot. Her breasts were exposed through cutouts, as was her bald pussy and ass. She was also wearing stiletto pumps.
She looked at me and told me to get out of my clothes. I obeyed her; soon I was standing in the middle of my suite naked, my cock pointing to the ceiling.
"Now crawl over here and kiss my pussy," she said.
I got on my hands and knees and crawled as she asked. Getting closer to her, I saw that her labia was also pierced. As my face came closer to her pussy, I brought my tongue out to lick her.
Before I even touched her, she backed into the bedroom and said, "If you want this," as her hand went to her cunt and spread those lips, "Then you have to beg me for it," she said. "Now crawl to the bed and get on your back"
Again I followed her orders. She took my right hand and clicked a cuff around my wrist; she did the same to my right leg to the footboard. Moving to the left side, she cuffed my leg and wrist. I was sprawled on the bed, for her to do anything she wanted.
Here's this little girl like creature, who was almost a foot shorter than me and half my weight, and it was me that was at her mercy.
This was a new experience for me. I've always been the one in control during sex, so I was intrigued as to what was going to happen.
I watched as she went to the bureau and took a silver object from it. A vibrator, not large, about six or seven inches long, maybe two inches in girth. She came back to the bed, placed herself on my chest and abs. She brought the vibrator to my face and told me to suck on it.
I did, I took it in my mouth and backed off like I was giving it head. She flicked the switch and it vibrated in my mouth. Her pussy was wet, rubbing it up and down my abs; she left a light liquid trail.
