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(Note: I am not the author, just the archivist.
The following story contains scenes of explicit sex. If you're not
old enough to be here, you're not old enough to read it. Scram.)
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Unnamed Story by Damya
It was getting just a little too hot for me in the room with all the
pretty, glamorous folk with their brittle, artificial smiles and dead eyes.
The sheer number of bodies coupled with the stifling smell of
cigarettes and alcohol that was being poured just a little too freely sent
me fleeing out into the dark and quiet of the balcony.
Taking in a deep breath of the cleansing air, I closed my eyes and
allowed myself to relax and clear my head of all the jumbled, cluttered
impressions clouding it. I sighed, feeling free and at peace for the first
time that evening. As I stood there with my eyes closed, taking in the
fresh night air, I felt a frisson of awareness dance up my spine-was
someone watching me?
I slowly opened my eyes and with a quick intake of breath, turned
carefully to find myself standing across from a man. He stood in the
shadows so I couldn't clearly make out his features, but from what I
DID see, he gave the impression of height, almost unnatural height.
He remained motionless, as did I. I took an involuntary step
backward, wary. As I did so, he stepped forward into the dim light, his
shoes making a slight crunching sound on the balcony. I caught my
breath again as I saw him clearly. He seemed cold and remote, and not
because he had no emotion but because he had a great deal held under
tight control. This man who materialized from the shadows had dark,
raven-black hair that swept up into a widow's peak and down slightly
to fall over his forehead in a rather appealing fashion that seemed
strangely, incongruously boyish in contrast to his otherwise imposing
demeanor. His eyes were that rare dark, dark brown that is almost
black color. One would hardly call them puppy-dog eyes, however.
His posture was straight and proud--this was not a man to be toyed
with. The thought flitted through my mind that a woman involved
with a man like this would surely be playing with fire... Now where
had that thought come from?
I shook my head in an effort to clear the cobwebs. I continued to
stare silently at him, waiting to see if he would be the first to speak.
He was not. Uncertain, but unnerved by the long silence, I broke it by
saying, "Hello?" my voice quavering slightly like a school girl's. I
mentally chastised myself for my lack of poise.
My eyes focused on his full-lipped, sensual, yet utterly masculine
mouth as he replied quietly, "Hello," before lapsing once again into
silence. He was obviously not a man of many words. We continued to
stare at one another as what seemed like minutes, but were in actuality
mere seconds, passed by. Meanwhile, the strains of some slow,
romantic song made as an excuse for a man to hold a woman close
drifted out onto the balcony. With unconscious grace he stepped
forward suddenly and offered me his hand, smoothly asking, "Would
you like to dance?"
I hesitated, but the slight smile he shot me was an unspoken
challenge I could scarcely resist. "Yes," I replied and took the hand
he offered me. As our skin connected, I felt something resembling an
electric shock travel the length of my body. My eyes widened and I
glanced at him quickly, wondering if he had felt it too. But he looked
back at me calmly, giving no inkling of what he was thinking or
feeling, a stoic to the core. We danced, and I was very conscious of
his proximity, and I was certain his right hand left an invisible print of
heat where it rested casually on my hip.
It was strange, I had no idea what to say or where to look; I tried
staring into the air behind him, but that was tiring and felt rather
ridiculous, so my wandering eyes eventually refocused on the
stranger's face.
I was aware of the warmth that was slowly suffusing my body as
he gazed back at me unblinkingly. My head was tilted at an upward
angle so I could look at him-he was several inches taller than myself.
Without thinking, my feet eventually stilled as I dropped the pretense
of dancing, and stared in open fascination at the tall stranger holding
me.
When I came back to earth, it was to the accompanying sound of a
soft, dry chuckle and an eyebrow quirked questioningly. The effect
was surprisingly charming. I blushed, embarrassed at being caught
staring. I lowered my head, abashed.
With his left hand he tilted my chin back up towards him. I held
my breath, thinking he was going to kiss me. I was wrong. "You want
me, don't you?" he asked, smiling smugly.
Shocked and outraged at the arrogance of that remark, I drew in a
deep breath and prepared to upbraid him in a fashion he'd never forget.
Then he shocked me into silence by saying, "Please, spare me your
lectures. You know I'm right. The only reason you're offended is that
I've told you I know what you're thinking when you look at me."
"Oh, and what is that, sir?" I asked coldly.
"You're wondering what I look like under these clothes, what my
body would feel like against yours--things like that..." he answered, so
self-assured, and much as I hated to admit it, correct, that I wanted to
hit him.
"My, my sir, you DO have quite an imagination. What makes you
think I would want a man like you?"
"What, you mean a confident, sharp, witty, personable, and sexy
man?"
"No, actually. Try arrogant, dull, dumb, unlikable, and
unattractive."
"Oh, my dear, you do wound me with your sharp tongue. If only
you would use that deft tongue for something else..."
Fed up with his smug insight and attitude, I turned to go back into
the party. But as I swept past him, he wrapped his hand around my
upper arm and pulled me back toward him. "Let me go," I ground out
through clenched teeth.
"You really are beautiful when you're angry. Your eyes are
flashing quite nicely and those magnificent breasts are heaving. My
imagination is running rampant."
And with those insolent words he proceeded to rake his eyes
boldly over me, obviously undressing me in his mind. I raised my free
hand to slap him smartly across the face. I was surprised to feel a
growing dampness between my legs. As I raised my hand, his own
shot out to stop it before it reached his face. Frustrated at his obvious
physical superiority, I struggled to free myself, pulling with all my
might. He tugged on my hands until I was propped up quite snugly
against his very male body. I felt my breath catch and a slight
dizziness as he leaned closer, until his mouth was a mere half inch
away from my own. Taking reluctant advantage of his suddenly
loosened grip, I wrenched myself away from him and ran back into the
party. I thought perhaps that I had just outsmarted him, but I soon
realized he had let me go.
Back inside, I fought to bring my pulse, which was beating
crazily, back under control and to catch my breath. The air inside
quickly became unbearably stagnant and stifling again. But I dared
not go back out onto the balcony for fear that he would still be there.
And yet I definitely wanted to be alone. If possible, I had even less of
a desire to politely socialize. Thinking hard, I suddenly remembered
the host's pool. Hopefully no one would be out there. No, no one
could possibly bother me there. I looked over my shoulder, searching
for the stranger. But I felt a twinge of disappointment when I couldn't
see him anywhere. Sighing, I crossed the crowded room, went down
the stairs, and walked out to stand by the pool.
The breeze blowing off the pool water felt good, and it set the
flowing skirt of my black gown to stirring slightly against my bare
legs. It was warm, but the bare flesh of my arms and the exposed tops
of my breasts were slightly chilled. I closed my eyes and let the air
wash over me. Suddenly, I felt two hands snake around me and come
to cup my breasts under their tight bodice.
Caught completely off-guard, I shrieked and turned around to
face... the stranger. Angry, but fighting not to be aroused as well, I
stepped behind him and with a mighty shove, sent him sprawling into
the waters of the pool. Laughing wickedly, I turned to go. I heard
him heave himself out of the pool, but he was still too fast for me. I
turned around to face him, and backed away, step-by-step. But I
finally felt myself leaned up against the cold concrete of a wall.
As he strode towards me, he began to remove the tuxedo jacket
and the shirt which clung very provocatively to his chest. He tossed
them aside. My eyes widened when his hands next went to zipper on
his pants. I covered my eyes, effectively blocking him from my view.
That did not help for long, for within seconds, his hands were prying
mine away from my eyes, and hauling me roughly against him. My
body tingled, and my pussy's slight wetness was rapidly turning into a
flood.
Against my will, I opened my eyes and took in his nakedness. He
was beautiful. What was most beautiful about him was his cock,
which stood proud and erect. He pulled me closer until I could feel his
hardened cock against me. Soon my dress was soaked from the water
that had transferred itself from his body. "Mmm, now , now, looks
like we're going to have to rid you of that wet dress. Wouldn't want
you catching cold, would we now?" And before I could stop him, he
was easing the straps of my dress down and off my shoulders and
arms. Kneeling, he lifted the skirt and slowly slid it up . He eased the
dress over my head and laid it on one of the many lounge chairs by the
pool. I must have made some small noise in my throat, for he then
asked if I'd said something. Shaking my head silently, I watched him.
His eyes roamed over me, taking in the lack of a bra, all the way down
to the tips of my trimmed toenails. I shivered, turned-on by the
hunger evident in his eyes. Without any further preamble, he took my
mouth in a slightly fierce kiss. It left me breathless and dizzy when we
finally parted. My head was spinning.
His hands were all over me, sliding down to caress my breasts
before moving further down my stomach to the satin-clad juncture of
my thighs. Kissing me again, his tongue tangling with mine, he
wrapped his arms tightly around me and maneuvered me to one of the
pool chairs. He pushed me gently down on my back, his mouth never
once leaving my own. I moaned as he left my swollen and tender
mouth only to trail fiery kisses down my neck to the cleft between my
breasts. His mouth sucked and teased my nipples skillfully until they
were standing erect. When he continued his way down to my panties,
I guessed his intentions and clamped my legs shut. Breathing his
warm breath on me through the thin satin, he persuaded me to let him
spread my legs a little bit. Before I could change my mind, his tongue
was gliding over the wetness of my pussy and gently teasing the
sensitive nub of my clitoris. I moaned louder and clutched his head to
me. I reveled in the sensations he was calling forth from my body. It
then occurred to me that I could return the favor. I moved out from
underneath him and began to tease his tiny nipples until they were as
hard as two pebbles. Then I kissed and licked my way down his body
until my breath was warm and moist upon his cock. I could see the
veins standing out. He seemed to shudder, more in anticipation than
anything else, but... As I watched interestedly, I noticed his cock was
oozing copious amounts of pre-cum, and I decided it would be wise to
take just a little taste. I licked off the clear fluid. He groaned, and the
sound was somewhere between pleasure and pain. I began to suck him
in earnest. His warmth and hardness felt wonderful to me, and I
received as much satisfaction from his moans as I would have received
from his mouth on my pussy. We were oblivious to the cool air on our
naked skin. Before long we were both hot and sweaty and moaning for
all the world to hear. When he slowly spread my lips and slid into my
wet cavern, we both moaned with relief and desire. And when he
began to move inside me, I met him, thrust for thrust, my hips pushing
against his. He pulled himself entirely out of me and then plunged
back in. I loved the way he did that. As our moans crescendoed and
our breathing became even swifter, my body felt like it was reaching
for something, something I couldn't name. When we both orgasmed
together and our juices mingled and mixed happily, he was no longer a
stranger to me.
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