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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