Written and copyrighted by ms.read January 19, 2008
This story was inspired by the following quote.
Sometimes, I just want you to walk up to me. Don't say a word. Push my hands up against the wall and not only take charge, but remain in control. I want you to furiously fuck me, no strings attached. Raunchy. wild. And raw. Yes. I'm a girl. We think these things too.
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It's pouring rain, from the heavens this afternoon. Like a crazy duck, I am sitting on a wooden bench in the middle of the park, holding a black umbrella. It's useless as a dull knife, because every inch of me is soaked quite through.
I do not see you stopping on the sidewalk gazing at me with a perplexed look, as you are about to open the door to your car. Puzzled, you run over to me in your your navy blue business suit. My tear-stained cheeks are hidden by the unfortunate weather. You do not say a word, but get a firm grip of my frail arm. Your expensive clothes are getting wet, but you do not care as you pull me up from the bench.
I finally look at you. My blank stare is not disturbing under your steady gaze. Inside, I am grateful. My body feigns a resignation. You pull at the arm in your grasp. I follow without resistance.
We are walking in the direction of your car. I lose my high heels somewhere in the grass as I trip and stumble across the grass. My shell shocked brain does not function. You pull me along with your firm stride.
No words have yet passed between us. You pull open the passenger side door. You gently push me forward. I sit down on the seat, numb. You lift and turn my legs so that I am sitting right. You pause in your efforts to gaze at my impassivity. I make no move to fasten my seat belt. You bend down and fasten it for me.
The aroma of your cologne is what wakes me up from my blind stupor. I look down at the close proximity of you and me. The nape of your neck is inches from my lips. I take in the detail in the curl of your dark wet hair. You notice the change in the air and you turn your head to look at me.
You are about to say something, but I surprise you by suddenly leaning forward. Our lips meet in a crushing kiss. My arms snake around you. I cannot quench this sudden need you have triggered.
You are not passive. Pleasure bubbles up in my chest when I figure this out. You let your mouth open for me to explore almost immediately. I take you up on the silent invitation. Our lips twine in an erotic dance for what seems like a small eternity. Your kiss pushes me back into the seat. I sigh in pleasure as little explosions develop deep in my pelvis.
Harsh, you break the kiss and slam the door shut, emphasizing the fact that you are no longer in that intimate space we have just created. The other door opens and your large frame slides into the driver's seat. The key goes into the ignition, but my hand on your forearm stops the action from going any further. The electricity that is now in the air, is not due to the storm outside.
Your intense blue eyes captivate me, distracting me from your large hand snaking around, grabbing a fistful of my soaked locks. You pull me forward. I can feel your breath on my face I go slack, submissive to your will. Your kiss is soft and tender, your fist in my hair letting me know who is in control. I love it. I don't want control, I don't want the responsibility of it. Just make me come. Make me make you come. That's all I can think about, the only thing that burns through my thoughts like fire.
You break the kiss and let my face trail down, I rub my cheekbone against the smoothness of your lower mandible. I inhale the aroma that only I can smell. The mixture of your cologne combined with a subtle manly odor all your own, reminds me of the cabin I own deep in the Alpine forest. I want to take you there. I could just breathe you in like this for the rest of my life.
You push my head lower, after unbuttoning the first three buttons of your sky blue shirt. I let my lips and tongue travel along the patch of skin you have revealed to me. A small groan of pleasure lets me know you like what I am doing. You inflame me. I love the taste of your slightly salty skin against my tongue. I work my way up to the nape of your neck and suck on the vulnerable skin there.
The sounds you make are delicious. I want to strip you bare and devour you. Apparently you have the same idea when I hear you fiddle with the buckle at your waist. You unsnap the clasp and zing! goes the zipper downward. I close my eyes before you push my head down hard. My lips meet with skin hot enough to burn.
I give it a small kiss.Smelling fresh and clean, I let my tongue out a bit to test the water. My taste buds confirm the data from my nose. It's all I can do not inhale the head of your penis down my throat. You force me into it with your hand on my head. You lift your hips. My lips meet your base swiftly. You thrust into my head with abandon. I can taste the beads of dew, portending of your impending reactions to my heavenly oral ministrations. I let my head bob up and down on your erection, feeling the contrast of the softness of the skin to the hardness underneath.
That's it! You can't take it anymore. Salty froth spews forth in jets I can hardly swallow as fast as you want me to. The ache in my jaw, neck, and back, come rushing back to the forefront of my senses. I lift up my head as you lie slack in the driver's seat. I nudge the last drops that have managed to seep out of the corners of my mouth, back in, delighting in your orgasmic taste.
You turn the key in the ignition, we feel the vehicle's motor turn over. The purr is sending up vibrations through the seat. Mercifully the ride to my flat is a short one. Twenty minutes later I find myself swung up into your embrace. You carry me up the stairs to the second floor. You push the door open with your foot after I unlock it.
After the cold dampness of the outdoors, I am thankful for the warm heat in my flat. You do not put me down in the doorway though. I am carried down the hall to the last door to the left. How you knew it was my bedroom, is a mystery.
You set me down on the edge of my bed. Your gaze washes over me. My cleavage is accentuated by the clinging wet cotton of the black dress that I am wearing. You grab the hem and pull up. The item is flung across the room, landing in a pile in the corner. I unhook my bra and fling it to join the dress. I am sitting in my panties. I crawl onto my bed and flop down snuggling into my favorite pillow.
You stand there, admiring the lines of my smooth back, while taking of your clothes sensually. You've got this playful smirk on your face as you unbutton the cuffs of your shirt.Piece by piece it all comes off, revealing the most gorgeous body I have ever seen. You waste no time in slipping off those red boxers. I shyly lower my gaze as I look up at you with my come-hither smile.