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 Title: Kissing a Stranger Pt 1


Summary: Kissing a Stranger Pt 1


Keywords: erotic





   The music drowned out everything but shouting, the beat thumping through
Ariella's body and into the booth.  It didn't matter if she couldn't hear
anyone talking, because there was no one to talk to her.  Jonathan, her
date for the evening, had stood her up again.  They had been out several
times over the last three weeks, but the last two dates they planned, he
was a no show.

   Ariella scanned the crowd again, first at the bar, in the middle of the
seating area, and then down onto the dance floor.  Bodies writhed together
to the beat of the music and people shouted their orders at the bartender,
but she did not spot her date.  Frustration was the least of what she was
feeling.  Humiliation was burning her face, turning it red with shame.  Why
had she given him another chance?  If someone had done her like that back
in college, she would have been on to the next date before the old one
could call with a lame excuse as to why he had stood her up.  Not that she
prone to jumping into bed with random guys for revenge, but she was not one
to wait on someone who showed no interest.

   She was older now, twenty six, and what she wanted out of life had
changed.  She no longer wanted one night stands or a flavor of the week. 
Ariella craved connection, a deep, meaningful interaction with another
person.  That is the reason she had given Jonathan another chance.

   Ariella thought she had sensed a hardness to him, but he had been
nothing but a gentleman to her and she had started to develop real feelings
for him.  Not to mention, his sculpted muscles and short cropped, blonde
hair had been a bonus.  She had thought that he was the whole package. 
Looking around the club, she couldn't help but think that she had been
wrong.

   She drained the beer in her glass and decided to have a good time and
deal with him later.  If there was a later for him.  Ariella eased out of
the booth, her dress clinging to the leather, and smoothed down the
wrinkles with her hands.  Her dress was red, a deep crimson that, according
to her girlfriends, showed off just the right amount of cleavage and ass.
It ended just above her mid thigh, and her bust was accentuated by
strapless, tight clinging top.  In her opinion, it was almost too tight to
breath in.  She only wore it when she wanted her date's attention on her
body.

   Ariella went to the bar and shouted her order of two shots to the
bartender.  A few moments later her drinks appeared in front of her.  She
slammed them back, one after the other, a fiery sensation spreading out
from her core to every inch of her body.  Her humiliation and frustration
melted away and was replaced by courage and an almost carnal desire to be
lusted after.

   The beat no longer moved through her and out, but into her, moving her
body to the sound of the beat.  The music was moving her of its own will.
Ariella was heedless of who she touched or rubbed against.  Everyone around
her was her dance partner.  Soon, a small circle had opened around her as
the people dancing nearest her turned to watch the show she was putting on.

   She suddenly became aware of eyes on her and stopped dancing.  Ariella
blushed in embarrassment.  What had she been doing to draw everyone's
attention to her like that?  Just before she started to leave, the crowd
parted and an attractive red head walked into the circle.  Her hair fell
down to her shoulder, brushing the tops of her thin, black dress straps. 
Ariella's eyes followed her curves down her body, her breast squeezed
together and brought up to create deep, pale cleavage that had drawn more
than just Ariella's attention.  Her waist swept out into hips that were
stretching the fabric to its limits.  Her black, nearly shear dress ended
just below the curve of her hips and the swell of her ass.

   Ariella looked into the woman's eyes, a deep green that she felt herself
be drawn into.  The woman walked up to her and began running her hands up
Ariella's sides, across her chest and back down her arms.  She laced their
fingers together and began dancing as she pulled Ariella toward her. 
Ariella stepped in closer to her and felt the woman's hips and thighs
grinding on hers.  Without thinking, she began to dance against the woman,
laying her arms on her shoulders.  The new comer was now dancing with her
hands behind her head, gripping Ariella's hands tight so she couldn't let
go.  Their faces were just inches from one another.  Ariella could feel the
other woman's breath on her neck, could almost imagine her lips, the
softness of her kiss and the caress that would follow.

   Ariella closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like to be with a
woman.  She had never done anything more than kiss another woman.  In her
wild college days she had concentrated on men and had never wanted to
experiment.  She felt now like she had missed out on the softer sex.  The
woman's hand were soft but firm in hers, their bodies rubbing together,
exciting in the way only something forbidden could be.  Ariella's eyes shot
open as she felt the lips touch her skin, first on her chest, then moving
up to her neck.  She realized that no one had continued to dance, now most
of the club was staring as her and her new friend.  Ariella felt her
arousal building, causing her to drip wetness into her thong.  Then the
lips found hers, and her world melted.  She no longer cared about the
people in the club or what anyone would think.  Hesitating at first, almost
pulling back on instinct, the longer the embrace lasted, the deeper into it
she fell.  Her hands found release from their captors and buried themselves
into the silky red hair that fell onto her arms.  Ariella caressed the
other woman's scalp, tangling her fingertips in her hair as she came to the
edge of orgasm.  She felt hands exploring her curves, running over her
hips, grabbing her ass to the cheers of the crowd.  One hand began slipping
its way up her inner thigh, to the bottom hem of her dress, raising it ever
so slightly.  Fingertips brushed her sex and she exploded in an orgasm. 
Out of reflex, she bit her dance partners lip, stifling a scream.  Her
knees buckled and the only thing to keep her from falling to the floor was
the support of the other woman.  Ariella's breath caught in her throat, and
she was unable to move for long moments as the waves of pleasure washed
over her, broke on her like the surf on a beach.  She jerked every time her
pussy clenched.

   She could hear cheering and clapping, but they were coming from far off,
a distance that she didn't understand.  Her head began to clear and it
became apparent that the sound was coming from all around her.  With a
suddenly clarity, not even the alcohol clouding her mind anymore, her eyes
snapped open.  The crowd was yelling, in a frenzy almost.  The people
around her looked feral, like they didn't belong to society but had been
raised by animals.

   "I didn't even touch you yet, and you came for me," the woman whispered
with her lips brushing Ariella's ear.  Her knees became weak again and she
felt another wave of pleasure threaten to take over her body.  Ariella
could feel the smile through the lips grazing her ear.  "You are coming
home with me."

   The woman took her by the hand and began to lead her off the dance
floor. The crowd realized all at once what was happening and began to boo
with the same fervor they had just been cheering with.  As she was lead
toward the exit, hands began to grasp at her.  Both male and female alike
were pulling at her, trying to pull her back.  The hands grabbing at her
were heedless of what part of her body they caught on.  Her stockings
ripped and she nearly lost her balance while parts of her dress were torn.
The weight of the crowd pushed into her back and she could feel some hands
fondling her breast, trying to tear them out of her dress.

   Lust filled the faces that came into Ariella's view.  Her dance partner
never let go of her hand and continued to pull her forward.  The woman
mounted the stairs and looked back over the crowd.  A sense of malevolence
washed over the room and everyone fell silent at once, sensing the threat
coming from her.  The music stopped as all eyes were on the fiery haired
beauty standing above Ariella.  For a moment Ariella glimpsed a predatory
presence in the woman, but it vanished with a smile down at her.  She bent
and kissed Ariella again, pushing her tongue into her mouth, bending over
her, forcing Ariella to lean her head back.  She broke the kiss and saliva
trailed from the end of her tongue to Ariella's lips.  The crowd yelled so
suddenly that Ariella jumped.  Her friend turned and gently tugged on her
hand.

   "I don't know your name," Ariella gasped, as they exited the club and
were suddenly plunged into almost complete and deafening silence.

   "You may call me Ilara."



   to be continued....
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