It's happy hour at the bar and you're standing next to me, beer in hand, as I sip my martini. We are surrounded by our friends and we are all relaxed and enjoying the evening. You are entertaining everyone with a funny story.
The corners of my mouth tug in a small smile and I shake my head. You spare a glance in my direction and upon seeing my Mona-Lisa-like grin, you smirk at me. As if on cue, I laugh. You love the effect you have on me, like watching stardust come to life and glow just for you.
Chairs scrape against the floor. They're clearing the dining room to create a small dance area for the DJ who is spinning tonight. I'm looking forward to moving, sweating out the stress of the week, working my muscles and getting lost in the music.
Soon, we hear the thumping of the bass and we all decide to take a break. Most of the girls head in the direction of the dance floor. I know you rarely dance, but I grab you by the hand and pull you along. You're softly protesting, but I insist.
Once we reach our friends, most of whom have paired up for some up-close grinding, you stand off to the side looking out of place and uncomfortable. I'm hoping you've had enough alcohol to loosen you up a bit.
Carrie sidles up to me, wraps her arm around my waist and begins to dance. I straddle one of her thighs and move in time with the rhythm. I look over my shoulder and see you watching us. You've never seen me dance before. You've never witnessed how fluid and graceful my body becomes when coaxed by music and a good beat.
I reach over, wrap my fingers around your wrist and pull you up behind me. Sandwiched between you and Carrie, I move my hips sensually and feel the warmth of both bodies. You move a little closer until my ass rubs lightly against the front of you. Carrie's breasts brush mine and I drape one arm over her shoulders. With my other hand, I reach back and place one of your hands on the side of my hip so that you can feel my movements.
The three of us lose ourselves in the music and I lean back slightly, undulating my torso with my stomach so that you can feel my entire body roll down your chest, waist and lower. Carrie smiles at me and I wink back. Somehow she knows this little show is all for you, but she plays along, enjoying our game.
As the beat grows stronger and the music pumps louder, I lift both arms above my head and close my eyes. Carrie's hand has moved to my waist, and you unconsciously place your other hand on my free hip, as if to hold me in place against you, as if to hold on to this wild ride that I'm embarking upon.
Reaching behind me, I place my hands behind your neck and pull you close. I can hear your breath in my ear, slightly irregular and unsure. I roll my hips, release you and press my upper body into Carrie. In doing so, my ass rubs you firmly and I rotate my hips in a small circle against you.
I hear you gasp and stiffen. As I stand back up, I feel you beginning to pull away. I stop you by grabbing your hips and holding you in place. Suddenly, your body stiffens in arousal, hot against me. I smile to myself, heart pounding, knowing that I did this to you. You seem uncomfortable about what to do.
Darkness surrounds us, save the flicker of a few tabletop candles, as the music continues its assault. I look over my shoulder into your face and see passion tempered by fear. Your gaze locks with mine and I smile, reassuring you that everything is as it should be. If I didn't trust you, I wouldn't be this close, but you don't know that and I love your trepidation.
Once again, I begin moving my body, soft curves and feminine movements. I feel your hesitation. You are trying to decide if you're going to let this continue. I place my hands on top of yours, rubbing lightly. You make your decision at my touch and curl your hand around mine.
I sigh and close my eyes. You begin to move with me, our bodies becoming one hot, writhing unit. I feel a small movement in front of me and find that Carrie has gently backed away, giving us space. I look at her and she gives me a small, knowing smile and a nod of encouragement.
Taking a deep breath, I pull slightly away and turn so that I'm facing you. Swaying from side to side, I pause, waiting for your reaction. Your gaze falls to my mouth and I instinctively lick my lips. Your face darkens and you look back at me. Your arms snake out and wrap behind me, pinning me against you. I place both hands against your chest, feeling your heart beat beneath my right hand. My left hand slides up and wraps around the back of your neck. The other moves up and grips your upper arm just below the shoulder.
We feel the bass thrusting against us and it carries us away. You're watching me intently and I feel a small blush creep into my cheeks, hidden by the flush of dancing. I look down, suddenly shy and intimidated by your intensity. I hear you whisper in my ear. "You smell amazing."
My blood is boiling with need, arousal consuming me. I thrust my hips into you and melt as I hear you moan. I look up and watch you close your eyes, head slightly back, mouth open. With my index finger, I trace your collar bone and lightly run my finger tips across your throat.
Your hands tighten around me and then release. You grab the back of my head and simultaneously lift my chin. I'm trapped and completely at your mercy. I place my hands on your waist and pull you towards me. You watch me for a split second before lowering your face to mine. You stop just short of kissing me. I try to close the distance but you hold me still. I whimper and try again but you are watching me, enjoying my desperation. I do the only thing I can and my wet tongue darts out, just barely passing over your lips.
You jump at the unexpected motion and growl. It's my turn to smirk and my eyes sparkle at your reaction. All traces of reservation and gentleness come crashing down. You cover my mouth, crushing my lips beneath yours and I feel your tongue push into me. My moan is muffled, but audible and it causes your desire to flare.
We are lost in each other. I trace your ass and squeeze, lifting my leg and wrapping it around your hip. You reach down and hold it in place, your other hand moving to support my back. I kiss you with every ounce of lust I possess. We are on fire and entirely consumed by one another.
Suddenly, someone bumps into me and we break our embrace. I look around and remember that we are not only in public, but surrounded by friends and strangers. The same thoughts seem to be running through your mind as you survey the room. Taking my hand in yours, you pull me towards the door and out into the night.
The air is thick with humidity and heat. A single lamppost casts long shadows in the parking lot. In the far corner I see your truck and we hurry towards it without a word. As soon as we round the far side, free from the prying eyes of passersby, you slam me against the side and pin me with your body.
You're saying my name, issuing little prayers of amazement and desire. I hear little of what you are saying as my pulse pounds in my ears. I'm watching your mouth and those soft, supple lips, wishing that they were on mine again. Biting my lower lip, I touch your face with my hand, tracing the thing that I want with my thumb. You nip at the tender flesh and I smile. "Kiss me. Please just kiss me."
You immediately obey, pressing the weight of your body into mine, and once again I taste you. With each touch of your mouth and tongue, I shiver. Never has kissing someone felt so powerful, so right. I find the bottom of your shirt and slip my hands beneath the fabric, tracing the contours of your well-defined back and sides. You groan and I feel you pressed to my hip.
A cool breeze licks at our sweaty bodies and I hear a car start in the distance. I feel your hand at my waist, slowly moving lower, copying my movements. The air hits my exposed skin as you push my tank top up, caressing my stomach. You move away from my lips, licking and nibbling along my jaw and down the side of my neck. I turn my head and push into your mouth, issuing small sounds of delight. I feel your teeth sink into the base of my neck and I sigh.
Higher and higher, your exploring hand roams until I feel you cup my breast with the most delicate of touches. Your thumb hooks over the satin and pulls, grazing my hard nipple. I inhale sharply and hold my breath. Ecstasy. Your caress is pure ecstasy.
Moving slightly, you pull your face away and our gazes lock. You are tracing lazy circles around and around my sensitive flesh, a small smile playing on your lips. That smile tells me how aware you are of my longing. Small mewing sounds escape as you roll my nipple between your thumb and finger, sending uncontrollable spasms through my body, making me even more wet and ready for you.
"Please. I need you inside me," I whisper into the night air. Your eyes widen in surprise and then you laugh. I am never one to beat around the bush.
I hear you tell me "Yes." We straighten our clothes and get in the truck. You speed off towards the edge of town. I don't know where we are going and I don't care. My only thoughts are of getting to our destination and soon. I look over and see you sweating lightly. Unable to stop myself, I reach over and rub you. The growl that you emit fills the car and you struggle to maintain control.
We pull into the parking lot of a beautiful little Bed & Breakfast. I hop out and walk into the office. One room, please. Non-smoking. I hand over my credit card and sign the receipt. Room 214.
Pushing through the door, I walk right past you and trot up the stairs. I hear a door open and slam shut and I know you're right behind me. I locate the correct door and slip the key into the slot. You round the corner just as the door opens and I step inside. I barely have a chance to survey the room when I hear you enter behind me.
Out of breath, we pause, suddenly unsure of our next move. We know that whatever happens next can never be undone. I wait silently. I feel you looking at me in the darkness and I turn, meeting your stare.
"It's okay," I tell you. "We don't have to do this."
Taking a step forward, you close the distance. Your fingertips trace my cheek, following the outline of my lips. You hold my gaze and I know that we're about to explore each other in ways we never before imagined. I reach for your shirt and pull it up over your head.
I feel your eyes on me as look at you, hungry. Moving lower, I draw small circles across your stomach and around your bellybutton. Your breath is coming in small gasps. I slip my index finger beneath the waistband of your boxer briefs and run it back and forth, teasing you, promising you.
Smiling devilishly, I love that you are allowing me the freedom to explore you. I lower my mouth to your collar bone and kiss a wet trail down the front of you, following a path similar to that of my hands. Kneeling down, I look up the line of your body and see you watching me intently.
Those briefs need to come off, I think to myself and I reach for the button. As I release its hold and begin on your zipper, your hands cover mine and force me to stop. Puzzled, I frown and meet your gaze, heart in my throat...my beautiful butch.
Whatever gave you pause, fades as I moan in frustration. The sound of metal teeth fills our quiet room as I release you. My hands slip inside the waistband of your boxer-briefs and pants and gingerly pull them down.
The soft light coming in through the curtained windows plays along your skin. I lean forward and press my mouth to the soft skin of your hip. With small, fluttering touches I work my way towards your center. I do something that I've been wanting to do since we were on the dance floor.
Wet and warm, I lick the length of you and take your cock in my mouth. Somewhere above me I hear you utter, "Oh God." You fill me perfectly without overwhelming me, and I worship you. Every single inch gets tasted, kissed, caressed and licked. Your hands are in my hair, staring down at me and I find my rhythm.
Suddenly, I am being lifted to my feet and you are tearing my clothes off.
"You almost made me cum."
You reach behind me and release the clasps on my bra while I begin pulling off my panties. Once I step out of them and I am completely naked, you stop to look at me. I see in your face that you love what you see, even though I'm unsure and shy. I hear you say, "Beautiful" and then you lower me to the bed and crawl on top of me.
My back bows as you take a nipple in between your lips and suck hard. I wrap my arms around you and whimper. You nudge my legs apart with one of your own and I feel your fingers slip inside of me. Now it is your turn to moan as you discover how incredibly wet and ready I am. Your fingers feel so good that I lift my hips to give you better access.
I look at you. "I need you inside of me NOW."
You lean over me in a semi-push-up and I look up at you. My body is shivering with need and I reach for your sides, trying to bring you closer. You smooth a strand of hair off my forehead and kiss me lightly.
You say my name and I lock my gaze with yours. "I want to be looking into your eyes when I enter you. I want to watch your face. And I want you to watch mine as I move inside you."
I feel my heart flutter and I nod. Reaching between our bodies, you position yourself to invade me. I lift my legs and wrap them around your hips, giving you complete access, giving you all of me. I feel you press against my wetness and I inhale.
I hear you say, "Look at me."
In the instant that my eyes meet yours you plunge into me, hard and deep. I feel completely exposed to you in that moment, eyes naked and honest and I cry out. Your face is raw with emotion. I know, in that moment, that I am everything to you.
I sink my nails deep into your flesh and roll my hips. You pull out and slam back into me, never breaking eye contact. It's almost too much, too intense and I start to close my eyes when suddenly your hand is on my face, caressing my cheek and I feel your lips on mine. Pulling back, you beg me to look at you again and I do.
Every stroke becomes deeper and more intense and I've fallen completely into your gaze. Small cries escape my lips each time you move inside me, my body quivers at your touch, responding to each small caress.
"Harder," I beg.
And you slam into me, fusing our bodies into one. I feel my orgasm building, the warmth spreading through my limbs. As you pull out and return to me, the waves of pleasure explode through my body and I scream. Spasming, gasping, calling your name, I pull you into me, holding you deep inside me. I hear you grunt as you collapse on top of me.
As I return to myself, I open my eyes and look up at you. You are glowing with exhaustion. You are still inside me and I spasm. An evil grin spreads across my lips as I move my hips slightly.
"Again?" You ask. "Already?"
You lower your mouth to mine and we drink each other in, softly and slowly.
"Always," I reply. "Always."
Originally published September 2007 - "Saucy September"