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The Artist
by Paris Waterman (the_panda@hotmail.com)
 
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A story about spontaneous sex between to strangers. (MF)

***

Her heart was hammering, banging away inside her chest. 
She unlocked the car and quickly got inside and slammed 
the door. She started the car and turned the AC on high 
and stuck her face in front one of the vents.

She unbuttoned the top four buttons of her dress, pulled 
it open and directed another vent to her chest. "Jesus!" 
she thought, as she tried to put the memory of the feel 
of his inner thigh into perspective.

She'd been caught off guard, but he'd simply grabbed her 
and they were off around the room, smiling, being and 
pretending. If... if only he'd continued to hold her 
hand as they walked from group to group. But he hadn't 
done that. Instead, he'd released her hand and touched 
her back during one introduction, put his arm around her 
for another, take her hand for yet another. Each time 
bringing her in touch with another part of his anatomy, 
the hardness of his chest here, the strong inner muscle 
of his thigh there. And each time the renewed contact 
with her warmed flesh vividly re-created a sense of what 
he must be like. Or more accurately, it created a 
heightened curiosity, a desire to know, or maybe... 
simply... a desire.

It certainly wasn't the first time a man had played her; 
it was more a part of her chemistry, and partly her age. 
She was rattled at finding herself responding to his 
sophisticated sexuality. She took a toilette packet from 
her purse, opened it, and wiped her sweating forehead 
and across the tops of her breasts. She put the toilette 
in the trash and, leaving her dress unbuttoned, put the 
car in gear, only to shift back to park and turn the 
engine off. He was crouching next to her window.

"May I join you in the car? It looks so invitingly cool 
in there."

Despairingly, she knew she'd come to the line. "Oh sure, 
get in," she said weakly, crossing the imaginary line - 
all the while deploring her actions. She started the car 
again.

He opened the passenger door, slid into the bucket seat 
beside her and closed the door. "Uummmm, that's a 
relief." His voice so calm and confident. 

"He's lying," she thought, "but... Oh, look at him." 

He continued talking in that smooth husky manner. "You 
have no idea how glad I am to have caught up to you 
before you left. I had no way of contacting you." He 
reached out and touched her face, one hand lightly on 
each cheek. He leaned forward and kissed her twice 
lightly on the forehead. 

She didn't resist. 

He continued kissing her, little butterfly nips here, 
others quick as a flash, still others soft and 
lingering, moving steadily downward. He brushed her 
eyelashes, her reflexes caused her to blink; then she 
consciously closed her eyes.

Almost as a reward, he kissed each one in turn. His lips 
lightly skimmed her nose, searching for her mouth, 
stopping enroute to suck gently on her cheek; to her 
chin, where for the first time she felt his tongue, 
feather light in a flickering lick. "Oh, my god!" she 
thought, as she detected her inner core begin to throb. 
"I can't control this."

Finally, his lips touched hers. Just touching, but 
lingering, as though time had stopped. Then her mouth 
opened, and tongue touched tongue. Slowly, softly, the 
velvet tip of his tongue began to circle hers. 
Indicating her surrender, she laved her tongue back and 
forth across his. She uttered a subdued sigh, and 
revealed her increasing desire to him.

Abruptly severing the kiss, he looked into her eyes as 
they opened, only to teasingly say, "Ah, you liked that, 
didn't you? Well let's continue, shall we?" He pulled 
her head close once again and found her mouth open, 
eagerly awaiting his. He sucked upon her lower lip, 
moving eventually to the upper lip. 

Then the two tongues were dueling frantically. This 
parrying continued for almost ten minutes. It was she 
who broke the kiss, pretending to gasp for air, actually 
trying to make a decision she failed to realize was 
already made.

Relentlessly, his tongue probed the inner recesses of 
her open neckline. He could feel her pulse racing, as he 
tenderly kissed along and down her neck.

"His hands - where are his hands? The octopus," she 
thought, emerging from her sensual haziness. "God help 
me, my dress is wide open. Aahhh! I did it myself - what 
a slut I am," she postulated, as if reciting a familiar 
lament to herself.

His hands passed smoothly, quietly, and quite 
undisturbed down the face of her breasts, stopping only 
to open the front clasp of her turquoise bra, and 
releasing its captive globes. "Oh, those hands," she 
thought - as they quickly moved to circle and cup her 
generous breasts.

She felt his hardness for the first time, pressing 
against her thigh. She formed a mental picture; He's got 
a monster. It's huge! I can't take that thing... What's 
that he's doing? How the hell did he know I...? Suddenly 
she cried out, "Oh, yeesss! YES! Do that! OH GOD! Yes! 
YES!" 

He licked around the outer edge of her aureoles.

She reveled in the sensation as he continued dragging 
his tongue in gentle circles around the circumference of 
her aureoles. With his other hand he gently caressed the 
fullness of her opposite breast. Never touching her 
nipples, now hardened and engorged to their fullest.

Her breathing became more difficult. She found herself 
taking deeper breaths, her chest heaving; realizing 
suddenly that she couldn't help herself. "Touch them you 
miserable bastard!" she screamed inwardly, hating 
herself for not forcing his mouth there. "All you mother 
fuckers want tit don't you? Mouth me! Mouth me! "Ohhhh 
FUCK!!" 

Then the softest of moans.

Pinioned between conflicting emotions, and unconsciously 
grunting, she reached out to clasp him in her hand, at 
the same time seeking his lips with hers.

She sucked his tongue tenderly back into her mouth, only 
to find his response more aggressive than before. His 
tongue suddenly lashed at hers, moving rapidly in and 
around her teeth, licking her gums one second, sucking 
her tongue into his mouth only to nip it gently with his 
teeth the next. 

This produced a reaction she hadn't expected, at least 
not this soon as she felt first her loins, and then her 
entire being thrill to his combativeness. She responded 
by squeezing the swollen member lodged in his slacks, 
and began to masturbate him - stopping for a moment, 
only to grope for the zipper and free "the monster."

He watches her as she stares at it. "Play with it if you 
like," he whispers, not wanting to break her 
concentration at this delicate point. He needn't have 
been concerned. Her mind was already made up. Slowly, 
she rubbed her hand back and forth over the silken skin 
on the head of his impressive erection. He shifted 
position to give her wandering fingers better access. 

Then she lowered her head and calmly took as much of him 
as she could into her mouth. Only the bulbous head 
disappeared. He moaned in pleasure, and continued with 
his methodical seduction, noting with satisfaction how 
erect and hard her nipples were.

His mouth hovers over one, his lips purse, and he softly 
blows on it as if playing a flute. A favorable reaction 
is detected as first she trembles and then sucks more of 
his member into her mouth, this time moving her tongue 
around and about the "monster."

"It's my monster," she thought. "Oh, Christ it's big. 
But it tastes so good and I feel sooo good." She 
couldn't help but reach down with her other hand to 
touch herself. She was drenched. "This bastard knows 
what he's doing. He's an artist," she thought as she 
shifted into a more comfortable position. "My god, he's 
only begun on me, "Oohhhh, SHIT!" Flashes of white heat 
raced though her system from her inner core.

Once again taking the "monster" into her mouth, she 
gloried in her encounter, and simultaneously cursed her 
luck as she realized she was in a parked car on a public 
thoroughfare. "Anyone can see in. I'm like a horny high 
school bitch in heat," she moaned to herself. Then, as 
he closed upon her nipple for the first time, she 
sighed, and analyzing her feelings, concluded she was 
very close to coming. "How can that be?"

Confused, she reflected: "It's so soon."

Through a veil of sexual haze she felt his hand begin to 
explore the mystery of her lower torso. Down. Down. 
Down. Across the crest of the hip, to the front of the 
hipbones - all the while his lips drawing tenderly on 
her nipple - sending sensual shock waves throughout her 
nervous system.

Abandoning herself to lust, she began lavishing kiss 
upon kiss on the "monster" all the while gently cupping 
the soft, huge sacs hanging below. His hand crept lower 
raising her dress; she sighs, and lifts her hips to 
accommodate him in finding the soft downy hair above her 
mons. His fingers trace downward languorously, in tempo 
with the continued soft sucking on her nipple, into an 
area covered with a dew slightly thicker than sweat.

He tastes the dew, and with careful deliberation, coats 
the finger again bringing it to her lips as an offering. 
She removes his member from her mouth and leans towards 
his finger, tongue extended. She tastes the bitter 
vanilla bean flavor of her center instantly. The taste 
of his finger is secondary, but she continues sucking on 
it until he withdraws it, a smile on his face. 

Her breath now knows no regular pattern. His hands are 
tracing hearts on the insides of her thighs from the 
underside of her knee to the crease where outer labia 
meet leg. She feels his mouth nipping tiny kisses along 
her abdomen, and still holding him firmly in her hand, 
she rolls over to her back, opening her legs to allow 
him access to nirvana. Her aroma is everywhere, 
intoxicating him, demanding that he taste and drink of 
her.

Her first climax hits the moment she feels his lips upon 
her. It has been building since she reached the car. He 
inserts a finger into her, moving it in small circles. 
The first climax continues and produces a flow of 
translucent fluid from her as she arches her back and 
moans in ecstasy. With the contact of his tongue upon 
her clitoris, the waves of a second climax break over 
her psyche. "I'm lost... oh my god, he owns me," she 
thought before dropping into an erotic vagueness - out 
of control - lost to sensual bliss.

An eternity later, her orgasms gradually recede and 
blissfully come to an end. Regaining her senses, she 
tells herself she can gain control if she proceeds 
carefully. And then, she's straddling his lap, her 
calves lined up against his thighs and her weight 
resting on her knees, as she placed him against her 
center and sank down upon the "monster." Rising up and 
down, her wetness permits the "monster" to fill her to 
the core by the third stroke.

Each upward stroke creates a sucking sound. Leaning 
forward - her hair cascading down and across her face to 
his shoulders - she wonders briefly about tomorrow's 
bruises from knocking and bumping into the dashboard and 
armrests. She tosses her head, moving the hair from over 
her eyes. He pulls hard on her nipples, stretching them 
to twice their normal length. 

The pain, the thrill, the joyous feeling from this 
action fills her being and her motions shift into a 
frenzied pace. Up and down, she rides him! Unable to 
sustain a satisfying consistency, she changes to a 
rocking circular motion. Now a quick variation to side 
to side movements! "Oh god! OH GOD!" she spits out 
through froth laden lips. She exhausts her diversity, 
thrusting and heaving wildly, in a back and forth 
stirring frenzy.

His fuse has burned its entire length and he erupts in a 
tremendous explosion. As she senses his sperm hit her 
cervix, a major orgasm jolts her. For a split second she 
endures an out of body experience and looks down at the 
two enjoined bodies below.

Then it was over.

She lifts herself off him, and bending slightly, kisses 
the limpid "monster." He reaches for her and kisses her 
lips tenderly. "That was better than I ever dreamed it 
could be," he says. 

"Yes," she answers, "like spontaneous combustion."

In a shallow attempt to disguise her fear of rejection, 
she manages to avoid stammering and asks, "Will I see 
you again?"

"Will dinner tomorrow work for you?" he responds 
quietly, secretly relieved that he had evaded the inner 
turmoil of having to remain calm in the face of 
rejection.

"Yes. Around eight would be great," she replies, smiling 
for the first time since getting in the car. 

Silently, they repair their clothing. Then, as he'd 
begun, he took her face in both hands and kissed her. A 
long, gentle kiss that would not only end that night, 
but also serve as a prelude to many more nights of 
enchantment.

I knew I'd have her from the moment I held her hand, he 
told himself as he walked to his car.

My plan to seduce him worked like a charm, she told 
herself as she drove away. 

END

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