Carl Rogers was in Beiderbecke’s, a seedy Jazz Club in an equally seedy corner of Finchbottom.
It was just approaching 11 pm when he arrived and he already had several drinks under his belt and he had just ordered another drink at the bar when he spied her in the gloom, their eyes met across the room and he knew he wanted her.
Sarah Ellis had seen him come in and instantly liked what she saw and she had waited to catch his eye and when she did Sarah knew he was hooked.
“Are you wearing stockings?” he asked himself as she got up and walked towards him.
Sarah had to weave in between tables and as she moved slalom like, the answer changed almost with every step from no to yes and back again, and when she shuffled sideways through a narrow gap he thought her buttocks might show but her hips would only say “guess”.
Stockings or not, Carl liked what he saw as she got closer, it was lust at first sight, they didn’t speak as she took hold of his hand and led him from the club and out into the night.
Together they painted the town red and after a wild night of carousel Sarah suggested they go back to her apartment, ostensibly to quell her burning arousal, but it was a mutual wanting.
A primeval burning passion which was ignited the moment they laid eyes on one another.
A need for intimate physicality, a time to enjoy each sensation.
“Are you wearing stockings?” he asked himself again as he contemplated the sexy woman in front of him.
He held his breath as he unzipped her dress and it dropped to the floor and then he was rewarded with the sight he had hoped for.
There was a moment’s hesitation as they stood face to face in the semi darkness of her apartment and then primitive and animal they touched in coarse embrace.
Carl fingered her through the silk of her pants until she moaned into his mouth and then Sarah sighed in anticipation as he pulled her wet pants down her long stocking clad thighs and purred as his hand returned to her moist lips and he probed her creamy-ness, rhythmically stroking her until he brought her to the abyss.
He pushed her onto the sofa and knelt before her as she bit her lip as she waited for his next move and then his mouth set off on a quest to kiss his way slowly along her leg up to her stocking top, to softness of her inner thigh, and then sort out her dewy prize and tasted her tangy musk.
Carl consumed her until she shuddered and let out a stifled shout then
Sarah sat up and quickly unzipped him, quickly and roughly tugged him out as she kissed him with urgency and she could taste herself on his lips and tongue, and she stopped kissing him, licked her lips and smiled.
Sarah pushed him back on the floor and she fell on him and her mouth was all about him and as she sucked on his shaft he was transported as she sucked him to the point of ecstasy.
He was beginning to lose control and thought to himself
“Will she drink her fill of me? Will she wear my pearl necklace? Or will her loin’s envelope me?”
The answer to his question quickly came as she climbed on board him and rode him like a dervish and extracted every drop from him until he could give no more, and then they lay entwined on the floor of her apartment enjoying the afterglow with their passions well spent.
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