I'm sorry the next chapter took so long - college, coursework and life in general endeavoured to distract me forever, but I really want to carry on this story. This is a lot more raunchier, and I hope you enjoy it. Hopefully my next chapter won't take so long. Enjoy!
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Beauty Chapter 2
In the taxi, I am almost business-like but I still cannot keep my hands off her. They simply wander; her shoulders, collarbone, ears...I must find it all. It's all for myself. I do not spare a thought for the driver who drives slowly through the dark streets of London – he will run up a monstrous bill, jerking off, watching us. But I do not care; it will be worth it in the end.
My lips are tender and nip at the smooth pale skin of her neck with a bit of tongue that she seems to like. Her pulse trips over my tongue as she places her hands round my neat waist, stroking softly with her fingernails, sending shivers all over my body.
"Beauty." I gasp.
She groans in response and raises her hand, placing it on my chest, rubbing up against me.
"Wait, wait. We need to establish some rules first, some guidelines – "
Beauty shushes me, clumsily kissing me as if she was kissing someone for the first time. She raises herself and straddles my lap in the taxi, making me lean back as she becomes more dominant in her kisses. She caresses my lips with renewed passion, and her long fingers play with my soft oak-coloured hair whilst her free hand plays rubs my nipples through the purple silk. She seems to suck the air out of my lungs and I feel dizzy. I must stop; must make boundaries, now, before this got too messy. When did she get so bold? Gently, I broke away from her with reluctance.
"You are not my girlfriend." She stares back. "I just think you're amazing – amazing looking...an amazing personality. I want you, but I don't know how this 'discovery' stuff you're talking about will work out."
She stays quiet; staring back at me with those emeralds, with such intensity for so long I get scared that she hates me. The erotic energy between us doesn't completely fall away, but I can't help but feel I'm going up to some strange new level of intimacy, even though I've only known this woman for a few hours.
"Just fuck me, alright and we'll figure it out. Please, I want you so much right now." Before I have a chance to protest Beauty returns to sucking on my earlobes and touching me. My body is surrendering as she brings me in for another kiss, exploring my hot mouth with her tongue, and begins to grab at my chest for buttons to undo, of course only to find none. Frustrated, she growls in my mouth, biting my lip and begins to work at my zipper. This was all going too fast for me and I pulled away again.
"Whoa, ok? Just...just, slow it down for me. We are in a taxi. I don't know your second name. Hell, I don't even know if Beauty is your real name – "
As in cinematic perfection we arrive at my place in South Kensington. It's a flat, not amazingly big but comfortable and stylish.
"That'll be 22.50, love." Grunts the taxi-man. I note his heavy breathing and grin a little. We must have put on quite a show. I come up behind him and wrap my arms around his chest. His breath hitches and I almost burst out laughing, but I wanted to manipulate him a little more.
"Aw, are you are all hard-up and no way to release yourself?" whispering into his ear, I look down at his lap to spot a large bulge. I must have drunk too much wine for I did something completely unlike me: I extended my own hand down and began to trace his member through his jeans. He's wearing this brown corduroy bowler hat and khakis, and isn't that ugly for a man aged around forty. He's well built with black stubble and a crooked nose, as if he had seen a thing or two during his lifetime.
When I began to touch him he got very excited. This must be his ultimate porn dream, having to driving drunken customers and bad tippers all day: two sexy women going at it in his taxi, before inviting him for an awesome threesome to grin about for the next year or so. For now I just felt his prick with my fingers, nestling my nose into the crook of his neck. I feel Beauty's eyes burn into my back and she begins to kiss my neck again, stroking my bum, and I could feel my already wet cunt outdoing itself. If she carries on with this I'll ruin my dress. I moan into his ear. He must be going slowly mad.
"Lady, if you're just teasing I'm charging you double!" He chuckles.
I start squeezing his balls through his khakis, using my rolling them between my forefinger and thumb. In response he lets out a long groan that has me bursting with laughter. I am such a cocktease with men, but I like this one so I dip my hand briefly beneath his pants and gave him a quick pumping that leaves him gasping (and without orgasm) before snapping it out and paying him 50% tip. He stares after me, devastated that his dream doesn't come to fruition. Beauty and I take the elevator to the flat, laughing heartily.
We enter the elevator and Beauty takes my hand. After her performance in the taxi I regard her with more suspicion. I must have been mad to think she was being shy. I had to wonder to myself how much of it all, with the kissing and the rubbing, was an act. Who was this person? She looked at me with coy eyes, whilst my eyes take in detail of each glorious curve. I tear my eyes away only to push the '12' button on the elevator.
"You know, we never finished the conversation." Beauty says.