He smiled across the crowded dance floor of the multi-colored rave, his waistcoat open to show the silk t—shirt above the tight jeans, a beacon of lust. She smiled back, the raven hair and dazzling green eyes radiating sex above the puckered pursed purple and bubblegum lips. Ivory skin kept ballooned with a corset tied in barbed wire, the fulsome roundness making all the men noticed the she-creature. Her gloved hands lifted a martini glass, staring back beyond the bottleneck and deep into his brown eyes. The dark skin goose bumped, his body touched by her glace as the air conditioning of the meat-market members flowed back & forth amid one another. She just saw him, and he her, as if they had done so for ages. Songs changed, he smiled again, and suddenly she was there, unblemished under the illegal-club lights shakily attached to the ceilings. Around the pair young couples took vitamin e, pulsing to the mad techno-inclined beat, pounding frantically in wild gyrations of unimaginable needs, unmet on the dance floor, but nonetheless stimulating.,
“You don’t look like you belong here”, she said into his ear, playfully licking the lobe. He smiled back: “Nor do you. We look like we belong in a Goth club or dungeon.
“Both laughed, then came almost nose to nose as they had started a second round of drinks.
“I’m Julian.”
“Ariana; nice meeting you. How did you wind up here?”
“A fellow artist had a show so I went there. This 2 a.m. shindig is supposed to be the after party.”
She laughed, smiling, touching his hand. He took her fingers, a cold embrace, smiling deeply into here eyes. She smiled back.
***
They found themselves in the backseat of a cab, kissing with delighted mad passion. Ariana giggled as Julian’s’ touch leapt and crept over her nape, his fingers deftly uplifting the smooth perfect breast, revealing it to the brilliant scant flashes of streetlights. His tongue swirled and quickly wrapped around the hear bud, lapping like mad. Another gasp, this time cutting but not bleeding the fingertip of the too-real barbed wire, and Julian felt both breast bouncing freely under his vision. The tongue slapped and slurped at both, licking and loving them wildly, gnawing, chewing, biting the hardened delights atop the full, perfectly smooth and round candied breast. Ariana groaned, feeling the warm sensations touching all of hers’ as the fingers intertwined in his hair, her legs whipped over his back and along his spine. Keeping him closer, suckling the amazingly hard sweet nipples. He pressed her to the vinyl, licking and sucking with wet, delicious sounds, grinding into the passage between her thighs. She kept him in a tight hold, groaning, stroking egging him on. His teeth bit, and then tugged the nipples, testing the elasticity, dry humping upward, into her, and the flashed of the passing making her emerald eyes glow like cats eyes. She smiled, perfect teeth, thick lips, and needy kisses, sucking his tongue, wanting him to enjoy the woman inside the amazingly perfect body.
Suddenly, he snapped upward, his fingertip, stopping from nursing the breast, sitting up in the leg lock. Ariana peered past the dimness, looking, locked on the single droplet of blood oozing out of his fingertip.
“M-m-may I... “, she asked hesitantly, smiling a bewitching smile, upturning her brows for a touch of the innocent all men craved. He smiled back, lowering his fingertip to her receiving tongue, watching it gently swirl and lap the wound. Hurried flicks touched and slurped the tiny droplet, consuming it, locking and surrounding the fingertip as it gently pumped teasingly over her tongue, her cheeks hollowed as she gave him a the licks a summers’ ice cream cone knows, eyes fixated on Julian’s returning gaze.
He smiled back as she sat up, tapping the cab glass: “Driver, we’re here”.
***
A small church in a quiet little post-boom neighborhood, and into the woods she led Julian by the hand. Ariana smiled, walking into the cemetery, smiling and tugging him. A flash of steps later and she stood atop a slab monument, smiling and cavorting like a creature of the night. Giggling as the wind swam through her hair leaves her partners in the air. Julian watched her peel her skirt down her smooth wonderful legs, a lycra puddle on her heeled ankles, tossing it past him. He licked hips lips, seeing past the smooth legs, the sweet round as cheeks and, and the perfectly cropped pussy hair, a small strip above the puffy lips and the sweetly exposed clit. Another turn to the unheard symphonies of the darkness and her corset went into the air behind her, carelessly lost, to the delights of being naked in front of the lusty, attractive man. She smiled again, sitting on the cold coffin enclosure, curling her finger to him.
