"OK, I'll just surprise you, then," she says. She has an amazing smile. She gets up and disappears into the crowd on the dance floor on her way to the bar.
I look over to the bar. The woman is gone. I feel a bit disappointed. I knew I wouldn't have gone over to her. I know I would never have worked up the courage to talk to her, but still I'm disappointed that she is gone.
I turn my head back to look to the dance floor to look for Caroline and Danny. I jump in my seat. The woman is standing right there at the other side of the table. She does not smile. She does not speak. She just stands there, looking at me, with her big grey eyes. Her skin is perfectly tanned. Her golden blonde, wavy hair is reaching all the way to the small of her back. I'm thinking that she is beautiful. The woman extends her hand. I take it. I stand up. The woman turns around and leads me through the crowd on the dance floor. As we pass through, people don't seem to notice us, but still they move out of her way. I feel funny. I feel like it is all a strange dream. I feel sober, yet drunk. My vision is blurry, yet clear. Everyone around us seem to move in slow motion, their movements leaving traces in the air. The cacophony of the music is nothing more than indistinct background noise. The voices from the dancers are nothing more than a mixture of a thousand echoes.
The woman leads me outside. It is raining, but somehow we don't get wet. We walk through the streets. I don't know where she leads me, neither do I care. We turn a corner and leave the main street. Somehow I don't know which street we're in at the moment, even though I grew up in this town. We turn corners left and right, but I don't really take notice of which way we go. Her scent lingers in the air behind her. It is almost intoxicating. Light from a streetlight illuminates her auburn, shoulder-length hair, making it glow like embers. We cross the street. As we step into the street, a taxi honks its horn as it barely misses us. She ignores it. So do I. As the taxi swerves to avoid us, I see the white of the headlights and red of the taillights leaving streaks like ribbons hanging in the air. The woman walks through them. Where is she taking us? Somehow it does not seem important. The woman leads, I follow.
The buildings around us look all crooked. We enter one of the buildings. Probably a hotel. The Woman leads me to the elevator. We enter it. We take the elevator to one floor or another. I do not know which one. The Woman does not look at me. She looks straight ahead. She does not speak.
The elevator door opens. The Woman once more takes my hand. She leads me out of the elevator. She moves so, so gracefully, like she's floating. We walk down a long hallway. It is twisted somehow. The walls are red, lit up by the lights that line the hallway. Or are the walls white and the lights red? I do not know. There are frames on the walls, but they hold no pictures or paintings. There are doors, but they are not real. Nothing is real. It's all a fever dream. Nothing is real. Only she is real. Only the Woman. We walk down this twisted hallway. For how long, I cannot tell.
The Woman stops. We are outside a door. This door is real. I know I should leave. But I cannot. I need to follow the Woman. She turns to me. Her emerald green eyes are so big. So deep. They are absolutely enchanting. She puts her hand on my cheek. Her touch. Her scent. Her gaze. The hallway seems to fade away around us. The door opens. The Woman does not look away. She just backs into the room, as if she's gliding. Her eyes seem to glow as she disappears through the doorway, into the darkness inside. I follow. I must follow.
There are no lamps or lights. Yet the room is not dark. The Woman stands by the mirror. Her back is turned towards me, but in the mirror I see her beautiful face. Her dress falls to the floor. Her bra and panties are bright red. Her stockings reach to the middle of her thighs. Those amazing thighs. Those round hips. Her big, soft breasts held back by that bright red lace bra. She turns to me. She comes closer. Her raven black hair hangs down between her shoulder blades. Her big eyes are so intense.
She grabs my right hand. She guides my hand down into her panties. I feel her shaved pubic mound. I feel her soaking wet slit. I feel her warm breath against my neck. She kisses me. Her lips are so warm. She pulls her face away and looks into my eyes. I look back into hers. Those crystal blue eyes that pierce my soul. In those eyes, all the mysteries of the world reside. They are bottomless. My fingers enter her pussy. She does not moan. She does not whimper. She does not flinch. She just looks into my eyes. My other hand grabs one of her breasts. Even through the fabric of her bra I can feel her hard nipples. She kisses me again. Her tongue slips into my mouth. It feels unlike any kiss I've ever had before.
She pulls away. My tongue slips out of her mouth. My fingers slip out of her pussy. Out of her panties. She turns her back to me. That perfect back. That perfect ass. With a quick movement she opens her bra and lets it fall to the floor. Her panties go the same way. She lies down on the bed. As she slowly spreads her legs, I can see her juices sticking to the inside of her thighs. I can see her pussy, with a triangle of perfectly trimmed pubic hair. I see her full thighs, with a small bulge over the lining of her stockings. I see her freckled face, her amber eyes fixed intensely on mine.
I fall to my knees and place my head between her thighs. I kiss her wet pussy. Her head falls back. Maybe she moans. Maybe she doesn't. I can't really tell. My tongue slips into her pussy. Her thighs tighten around my ears. I keep licking her. She grabs my hair with one hand. With the other, she squeezes one of her huge breasts. I feel the trimmed pubic hair against my upper lip. My tongue is working on her pussy as if my life depends on it. She pulls my hair, presses her thighs even harder against my ears. As I slide a finger into her, she squeezes her pussy so hard it feels like she's trying to cut my finger off. After a few minutes, she trembles and shakes, and I can hear her silent scream. Her juices flow even more than before. Then her legs relax, and her thighs rest on my shoulders.
She pulls me up by the hair. She kisses my wet lips. She licks them while she rips my shirt open. I don't protest, even as the buttons fly. Her hands open my belt buckle and the button of my pants. I let them fall to the floor and step out of them. I crawl up onto the bed, between her legs. She grabs my cock with her hand. She doesn't jerk it, just squeezes it, like her pussy did with my finger. She kisses me again, shoving her tongue impossibly far down my throat. Somehow I do not gag. Her free hand slides up and down my back, and I feel almost nothing as her long, sharp nails leave long, red lines on my skin.
She guides my dick into her pussy. It is so tight. It is so warm. She stares into my eyes. Her breathing is heavy, making her chest rise and fall. I grab one of her big tits, squeezing it. I take the nipple in my mouth. For the first time I clearly hear her moan. There's a reverberation to her voice. I lick her nipple, lightly biting it. Her fingers run through my hair as she wraps her legs around my hips. I thrust into her again and again. She lifts my head up from her tits. Her red eyes stare intensely into mine. As I pull back to thrust back into her again it feels like her pussy is sucking my dick back in. I slam into her hard enough to make her jerk. She smiles. I slam into her again, her tits jiggling from the force. She grabs my head and kisses me again. Her tongue slides all the way down my throat and back up. I feel more alive than I've ever felt. Her pussy now holds my dick so hard that I can hardly pull back at all. I slam back into her so hard that she slide an inch on the bed. She moans loudly, the echo lingering in my head for seconds.
We roll around. The Woman is now on top. She is impossibly light. But her pussy clenches so hard on my dick, it feels like a hand trying to crush it. As she rides me, I see her smile widen. I see her her sharp, triangular teeth, like shark teeth. Her smile widens even more, the corners of her mouth reaching to her ears now. Her eyes glow like embers. I grab her huge tits and squeeze them. As she rides me rougher and harder, the suction of her pussy increases. I feel a hundred fleshy tendrils inside her cunt curling around my cock. She puts her hands on my chest, her long, sharp nails making red lines on the skin. It hurts so amazingly good. I'm about to cum. She seems to notice. She grinds harder and harder against me.
Her pussy clenches even harder. Her moans grow louder. Her human, yet forked tongue glides over her lips. Her eyes are no longer glowing. They are fully burning now. She pumps my cock so hard that her juices spurt up my belly. My dick feels like it's about to explode. She throws her head back. She screams an inhuman, eldritch scream. I squeeze her tits once more and thrust against her as she slams back down on my cock. I cum. My load shoots into her. I keep cumming. More and more. Shot after shot of hot, sticky cum fills her cunt. Her hands slide over my chest again, her claws drawing blood as they do so. She falls down on me, once again kissing me and once again shoving her tongue impossibly far down my throat. Her tits press against my chest. My cock is still pumping out cum. Her cunt squeezes and twitches, milking every last drop out of me.
Finally my orgasm ends. The Woman lies on top of me. Her breath is so cold against my skin. With every exhale there is a low growling. I'm so afraid. I'm so weak. I'm so drained. Even if I tried, I couldn't get out from under Her. Not without waking Her. I turn my head towards the window. An orange sky hangs over an unfamiliar world. The Woman is asleep now, but I know She'll wake up soon. And when She does... Oh God! When She does...
