Scorpio Rising

SCORPIO RISING

There was a carefully drawn astrological chart posted up on the blackboard in the side room of the Hilton Garden Inn that Ivy noticed the minute she walked in.

The planets were all meticulously drawn, the hours and minutes precise, it seemed. A birthdate and time listed but no name.

Still fixated on the chart and the planets, she was startled when a voice rang out.

"Brittney Spears" the man said, "Can you tell?" And he started to laugh.

Ivy smiled back at him, a smiling man, gray hair, green eyes, with a notebook and pen in hand. "Look at the conjunctions," he said.

There were 10-15 people in the room, almost all middle-aged women, chatting amongst themselves, pointing at the chart so it startled her to have this man speak directly to her. But she looked good and was younger and easily more attractive so perhaps that was why the man spoke up.

"Have a seat," he said, pointing to an empty chair next to him. "Let's look at this together."

He was bold, Ivy thought but since she was genuinely interested and he seemed friendly, she smiled back and sat down next to him.

"Ivy Drew" she said, extending a soft hand.

"Jake," the man replied, breaking into a wide and she had to admit, winning smile. "Jake Kilrain. This astrology stuff fascinates me."

"Me, too," Ivy said, a little surprised as how easily she was able to talk to this complete stranger. "It's fun."

"It is," he said. "And, you know what? It works."

"Really? How do you know that?"

Jake slapped his hand on the table and laughed again. She liked the way his eyes crinkled up when he smiled.

"Years of experience."

The way he said it was so comical, she started to laugh. Maybe this astrology class was a good idea after all.

The instructor, a tall older man, probably in his 70's, stood up in the front of the room and asked everybody to take a look at the board. He started to talk about Brittney Spears' chart, how the Mercury Mars conjunction was being opposed by Uranus and squared by Saturn. Pretty technical stuff that was a little beyond where Ivy was, at least at this point. But the instructor, at least at this point, wasn't taking any questions.

"So the Mercury-Mars conjunction means..." she asked Jake softly, leaning in towards him. And as she did, she noted he took a quick look at her cleavage. She had put a little drop of perfume there, you know, just in case. He quickly refocused on her eyes and saw she was smiling.

"Mercury is how you express yourself verbally, or maybe in writing," he said, drumming on the table for emphasis. "Mars is more your physical way, you know how you might act. So when the two of those planets are that close together, you know, in the same sign, that means they were in that constellation in the sky at that time. Kinda cool. And it means there's power there."

"So Brittney has a powerful way to express herself?"

"Yeah," he said. "She takes her clothes off all the time and posts it on Instagram." He started to chuckle, trying to keep it down so as not to interrupt the aged instructor.

"The conjunction means that? You can't be serious." Ivy knew he was being silly but she was curious, too.

"No, it doesn't mean that, necessarily. The conjunction just means that if it was directed in the right way - like her singing and dancing - it could be powerful stuff. She's famous, right?"

She nodded. The instructor continued, talking all about the influence of Uranus, which he called an unpredictable planet. Except he called it Ur-ane-us, which was also a bit startling as he had a bit of a British accent.

"So what's this about Uranus?" Ivy whispered, leaning in again. Another look. Quick.

"Your anus?" Jake asked, smiling. "I don't think this is the place to discuss that."

And the two of them hunkered down and tried not to let their laughter disrupt things. There was an irony there. Uranus IS the planet of disruption and that was exactly what it was doing to the two of them.

Ivy took a longer look at Jake, as he laughed. His gray hair was thick and curly, he had green eyes, always seemed to be smiling or on the verge of it. His hands were large, had a scar on the top of his left hand. He reached out and nudged her gently with his elbow.

"We can talk about that later, if you insist," he whispered, again making her laugh. "Uranus is this really whacky planet that if it's involved with your stuff, particularly something like a conjunction, it's going to make your life unpredictable. VERY unpredictable."

So he knew his stuff, she thought. He was an attractive man, maybe late 40's or 50's and what in the world was he doing in an astrology class?

"Hey," she asked. "Why are you here, if you know this stuff already? "

"To meet you," he said, winking at her. Pausing just long enough to see if she was buying it. Ivy respectfully did pause a bit. She knew he was checking her out, glancing at her cleavage, looking directly into her eyes the way men did when they had the ideas that men have.

"Well, I'm actually working with the University and I'm in town for a couple of weeks, staying here. And I saw this on the bulletin board and know a bit about the stuff and thought I'd see what they were teaching."

He reached out and gently touched her arm and looked directly into her lovely eyes that were starting to melt him. "But I like the first answer more better."

She laughed and liked how gently he touched her arm. "Do you have your chart with you? I'd love to see it. Wanna get out of here? Let's go have a few drinks upstairs and we can look at your chart."

It was a bold move but Ivy was single, liked him, liked how he looked at her and genuinely wanted to hear about her chart.

"OK," she said. "Let's go quietly so we don't disturb the class."

They walked to the elevator, Ivy understanding what might lie ahead. She liked him. When the elevator door closed, he was taller than she and he looked her up and down as she stepped in first. Once inside the room, she held out her astrological chart. Jake poured her a drink, sat down on the edge of the bed and studied the chart.

"Scorpio rising," he said. "Mars and Uranus in the first house. Hmm. Very interesting."

She sat next to him on the bed, looking over his shoulder at the chart. He smelled good.

"And it's trine to Venus, but opposed by Saturn and Pluto. Hmm."

"What does that mean?" Ivy asked, touching his arm. "Is it good?"

He looked her directly, stared into those amazing eyes that just melted him, "it means you like to fuck."

She gasped.

"And you're good at it," he said. "Really good. And I just knew it, watching you walk across that lobby, that sexy top, that sweet ass, just the way you walked, so graceful, so fucking hot."

Mouth open, she sat there, thrilled, aroused, amazed, D. all of the above. And he leaned over and kissed her so softly, it felt like the first kiss of her life.

Things happened quickly then. He quickly undid her top, got the bra off and ran his hands over that amazing bosom. "You are beautiful," he said, "Oh my god, what tits..." He took a nipple in his mouth and twisted the other one. Ivy felt herself getting wet, he helped her slide the tight jeans off, tugged her panties down and kneeling on the floor, began to run his tongue up and down her moist slit.

She held his head to her pussy as his tongue worked and probed, her legs spread wide. He ran the tip of his tongue over her rising clit, slipping one, two fingers inside her, feeling how wet she was. Ivy was so aroused, she could feel herself starting to cum. His tongue and fingers worked inside her and she let herself go and came hard, loudly. And the color rose in her face and she sat up, undid his pants and took him in her hot mouth. He was raging hard and long and she worked his cock in her mouth, cupping his balls as she took long, slow strokes in and out.

"Oh, my, Ivy...oh my....that is amazing. Sooo good."

She lay back, spread wide and he guided himself in, slow, long and deep, it felt incredible and she pulled him in deeper.

"Scorpio rising, Mars and Uranus in the first house," he whispered in her ear, breathlessly, "you were made for fucking."

She lightly bit his shoulder as he kept pumping, luxuriating in each long, deep stroke.

"Have you done threesomes?" he asked, breathless, riding his cock deeper.

"LOVE THEM," Ivy said, pulling him tighter, grabbing his ass.

"Do you love cock?"

"I DO," she said, "I do, I do, I do."

"Do I have to marry you now?" he asked, licking the side of her face. "Is this a wedding ceremony or something?" The laughter broke the intensity of the moment. She smiled at him. She was never more beautiful than when she was fucking. He could see that. Just fucking beautiful. Just beautiful fucking.

"Just fuck me," Ivy said, turning around so he could take her from behind. "We'll talk astrology later. I want to hear what's next."

He groaned as he slid into her soaked pussy. "Scorpio rising. Scorpio rising..." He held her hips and pushed himself all the way in, "Scorpio rising is making me cummmmmmmmm."