Stranger Sex Erotica
"Dessert" a sex story by Brian K. Crawford
He wiped his lips with the corner of his napkin, and then laid it beside his plate with a sigh of satisfaction. It had been an excellent meal, well prepared and attractively presented, and the service was perfect. But as far as he was concerned, the best part of the evening by far was the waitress herself.
She was a tall blonde wearing a tight green dress that accentuated her curvaceous figure. She had been very attentive and friendly, and he liked to think that her frequent smiles had been more than merely professional. She walked with a long-legged stride that gave a pronounced swing to her hips and caused her dress to tighten deliciously across her bottom as she walked. He had watched with pleasure every time she left his table and returned to the kitchen.
It had been quite late when he came in. This same girl had also shown him to his table. The only other diners had finished before he had gotten his entree, and she'd flipped over the OPEN sign when they left. Since then he had seen no sign of busboys or other staff. She had also taken his check and credit card a moment ago. He suspected that she was also the manager and had sent the others home after he had been served. They seemed to be alone in the place.
He had already created several vivid sexual fantasies involving the two of them when he saw her coming toward him again. He looked up into her lovely face, their eyes met, and they exchanged smiles. He thanked her and complimented the food and service. She smiled and said she was glad he'd enjoyed it. She gave him a strange searching look, as if trying to read something in his eyes. Then she put his card and credit slip on the change tray and set it beside his plate. Wondering what her look had meant, he admired her one more time as she walked over to the cash register by the front door.
With a small inner sigh at yet another beautiful woman passing untouched out of his life, he picked up the slip. A small piece of paper fluttered to the table. Puzzled, he held it over the candle to read it. In a neat cursive hand, it said, "For a fifty dollar tip, you can have me too." He read it twice to make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him, then looked up sharply at her. She was standing with her back against the door, watching him.
It didn't take him long to decide. He took out his pen and filled out the credit slip, adding fifty dollars to his usual generous tip. He noticed his hands were shaking. Pulling out his copy with a flourish, he folded it carefully and tucked it in his pocket. Then he looked over at her again.
She read his look and her face lit up with a beautiful, wide smile. She turned around and pulled down the blinds. Then she walked slowly toward him, her eyes fixed on his and a sexy smile tugging at one corner of her mouth. She walked up to his table, took hold of its edge, and drew it away.
He admired the curve of her ass and hips as she turned and pushed the table off to one side. Without the table on which to rest his arms, he simply sat with legs apart, hands resting on his knees. She came back to him and stepped right up between his feet. She was so close he could smell her body, a wonderful blend of subtle perfume and pure woman. His hands itched to reach up for those beautiful breasts just inches from his face, but he resisted. He wasn't sure how to behave with her, and he wanted to see what she would do next. She seemed to know exactly what she wanted to do.
She didn't waste time. Reaching behind her back, she unzipped the tight green sheath, then shrugged out of it. It fell from her shoulders and slipped down her arms. She was wearing a nearly transparent black lace bra that pushed her breasts up until they bulged over the skimpy lace. He stared transfixed as she bent and worked the dress down over her hips. Her breasts threatened to spill right out in his face.
Then the dress rustled down her legs to fall around her feet. He gulped. She wore only scarlet silk panties and black high heels. Her panties were so thin and sheer he could see the darker triangle of her pubic hair through the filmy material. They were very high-cut on the sides and were pulled up so tight that the material was gathered in her slit.
He knew she was still watching his face, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from her body. All evening he'd been imagining her body under that dress, and now here she was showing it to him. She reached behind her back again, and suddenly her bra fell from her and dropped across his lap. Her breasts sprang free - very white against her tanned torso, and very firm, with small pink nipples set high up, giving them a pert and saucy look. They jiggled enticingly at eye level and not six inches away.
Her hands went to her hips and took hold of her panties. Slowly, teasingly, she slid them down over her hips. The little triangle in front rolled down, gradually revealing the dark blonde fuzz of her mound. She had to lean forward to roll them down her thighs, and her full breasts swayed to within an inch of his face. At the end only the pressure of her pouting lips held the panties up. He watched fascinated as the silky material was eased from between her lips. It glistened wet with her juices. Then the panties floated down to her ankles and she stepped gracefully out of them, kicking her clothes to the side.
Still allowing her to do everything, he simply drank in her beauty as she bent and opened his belt and fly. His sole contribution was to raise his hips so she could tug his pants off. His cock popped up like an iron bar, trembling with excitement and anticipation. He brought his knees together, and she stepped forward and stood straddling his legs with her hands on her hips and her legs spread wide.
She stood there looking at him a moment longer, then her hands slid up her belly and cupped and lifted her breasts. He looked up at her face then. Her mouth was open, her lips full and wet and drawn back from her teeth. She looked straight down into his eyes, her face framed between her breasts, which she was rolling under her palms. Then she slid her hands down between his face and her belly. With one hand she opened herself, revealing delicate pink folds, while with the other she stroked herself luxuriously. He watched breathlessly as one long slim red-nailed finger disappeared up inside her, rolled around in several slow circles, and then reappeared glistening wet. Just when he thought he could stand no more, she bent her legs and ever so gently lowered herself onto him.
What an exquisite sensation! His cock slid effortlessly into her warm interior. He realized it was the first time they had touched. The magical bond that had held him captive was broken. He reached up and took hold of her breasts, lifting and squeezing them lovingly. He drew one nipple into his mouth and rolled the other between his fingertips. He felt her stiffen against him and she sighed deeply. Her thighs tensed and she began to very slowly raise herself. He pulled his head back to watch. Gradually his shining shaft emerged from her recesses. Her lips were drawn out by the withdrawal, as if clinging lovingly around his cock.
She lifted herself until only the very tip of his cock was between her lips. The long muscles of her thighs were taut with the effort, forming deep hollows on either side of her mound. Holding herself motionless, she slid her hand down her stomach. Her fingers slid through the thin fur and stretched her lips wide, revealing her tender inner folds, pink and shining with moisture where his throbbing shaft entered her. Just above, her clitoris stood out distinctly, a hard little bud of flesh. As he watched, her middle finger came down over it. With one long dangerous-looking red nail, she ever so gently grazed its tip. She moaned deep in her throat and he felt the walls of her cunt tighten around the head of his cock. Still stroking herself, she relaxed and let her weight impale herself on his erect cock.
She rode him like this for several delightful minutes. But he knew the position must be very strenuous for her, and he also wanted to take a more active part now. He decided it was time to move.
He crushed her tightly against his chest, braced his feet under him, and stood up. The girl wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to his shoulders, still raising and lowering herself on his cock. He glanced around, then carried her over to a small raised stage in the corner. He lowered her bottom onto the carpet and she let go of his shoulders and lay back on the stage. Reaching over her head, she spun a rheostat on the wall and a yellow spotlight flooded the stage, turning her naked body to golden butterscotch.
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He bent over her and took a firm grip on each of her slim wrists. Stretching her arms up and out, he pinned her to the stage like a butterfly. He leaned forward so his cock was pressed hard against the upper edge of her cunt and his pubic bone ground directly on her clit. She responded by opening her legs as wide as she could and pressing her hips up against him. He began thrusting long and deep and slow.
After a few minutes of this delicious friction he raised himself on his hands so he could watch her face. She was rocking her head slowly back and forth as they ground against each other, her hair tumbling across her face, but her eyes were always locked on his. At a particularly deep stroke her eyes would widen. He wondered if it were an orgasm, a hint of pain, or perhaps a flattering wonder at his penetration. Now and again a wave of pleasure would languidly close her eyes, but when her long lashes fluttered open again those clear green eyes were still fixed on his, as if feeding on his desire.
Her hands came up over her breasts and started kneading and pressing them. She rubbed them in slow circles, the firm flesh squeezing out from beneath her fingers. Sometimes she would grip the hard little nipples delicately between her long red fingernails and pull and pinch them. Their stroking continued without a pause.
He slipped his hands under her knees and raised her legs up to rest on his shoulders, allowing him to penetrate even deeper. He thrust hard into her and felt the head of his cock bump firmly against her cervix. Her eyes popped open wide at that and at first he thought he had hurt her. But she reached around her thighs to clutch his cheeks and pull him down even harder onto her. With this unmistakable signal, he began to make long sharp strokes, making sure to ram all the way home each time.
In the new position she rested on only her shoulders and neck. Her breasts spilled upward nearly to her chin and bounced rhythmically with his pushing. She caught her left breast in one hand and pulled it toward her face until she could just manage to flick her long red tongue rapidly across the nipple. The sight excited him tremendously: her red lips; her straining, flashing tongue; and the hard little bud of her nipple, all glistened wetly. Her nipple was so hard that the aureole was puckered and ridged and a circle of little bumps stood out distinctly around it. He longed to have it in his mouth.
The new position reduced the friction between their pubic mounds, but she soon compensated for this by slipping her free hand between them and rubbing fiercely. Now and again he felt her fingers stroking his cock as he withdrew it for another downthrust. She spread her fingers on either side of her cunt and pressed her lips hard around his pistoning cock.
The sight of her drove him wild. With her long hair flung out around her head, her skin shining with sweat under the golden light, and using both hands and her tongue to further stimulate herself as he continued to slam into her; she was the very essence of lusty young womanhood.
The increased pressure of her labia around his cock finally sent him over the top and he slammed into her furiously, abandoning all attempts at control. In seconds his semen was spurting into her in thick gobs as spasm after delicious spasm tore through him, erasing all conscious thought. He continued pounding into her as he came, his hips and balls slapping audibly against her ass. She grunted rhythmically as the air was forced from her lungs by his violent ramming. At last he could do no more and hung panting above her. Sweat dripped from his chin onto her belly.
Incredibly, she continued to squirm against him. He was excited that he was still hard, but he was totally drained for the moment. She wouldn't let that stop her, and quickly moved to take charge.
She brought her legs down and he lowered himself gratefully onto her, feeling her breasts sliding against his wet skin. But she wrapped her arms and legs around him tightly and with surprising strength rolled them both over. Once she was on top he just lay back and let her do whatever she wanted. She brought her knees up beside his waist and sat up astride his hips. He could feel the walls of her cunt clenching around his cock as if testing to see if he were still hard enough. The sight of her beautiful naked body above him and the luxurious silky warmth of her pussy around his cock made that no problem at all.
Although she had clearly enough enjoyed his furious assault, now that his urgency was past she wanted to set her own pace. Using her thigh muscles alone, she began to slowly raise and lower herself on him, like an English rider posting on a trotting stallion. Sometimes she paused at the very top of a stroke so the tip of his cock just nestled in her outer lips. Looking down between them, he could see the whole length of his cock, reddened with friction, veins bulging, and purple head shining, streaked and foamed with their mingled juices. Then she would ever so slowly lower herself, and he could see the shell-pink lips of her pussy roll inward as they swallowed him inch by inch. Her pubic hair was wet and matted, but it was now parted in the middle, her lips gaping open, revealing the bud of her clitoris trying to poke out. At the bottom of each stroke she would roll her hips in a slow circle, grinding their mounds together and pressing hard on her highly aroused clitoris. Then the whole scrumptious cycle would repeat itself.
He could have lain there like that all night, but she gradually accelerated her motions until her breasts were bouncing and jiggling above his face. They were so delightfully enticing that he reached up to hold them, squeezing gently, feeling her nipples pressing into his palms. Her head fell back and she abandoned herself to ecstasy, her long hair swaying down the smooth curve of her back.
So intent was she on her own pleasure that she seemed almost to have forgotten about him. Quite simply, she was fucking herself with his cock. But he didn't mind a bit. In fact, his body was recovering quickly - he could feel his cock swelling and hardening within her as she rode him like a bucking bronco.
Then her climax was upon her. With a final crescendo of wild bouncing, she suddenly cried out in pure animal pleasure. Flinging her head about in abandon, hair flying around her face, she began an orgasm that seemed to go on forever. Higher and higher, faster and faster, she plunged on and on as spasms of pleasure swept through her entire body. Finally she threw herself completely off his cock which, now rock-hard again, slapped up against his belly. She landed right on it, causing them both to gasp in surprise and not a little pain.
Instantly her hands went to his cock and held it upright again, then she slowly lowered herself down onto it. He felt his cock bump firmly against her, but for some reason could not enter her. He reached down to position it, but she slapped his hands away. Maintaining the contact with steady downward pressure, she carefully brought her feet up and squatted over his hips like an Indian. Resting her hands on his shoulders, she pressed her whole weight down onto him.
Still smarting and feeling slightly delirious, he didn't understand exactly what was happening until he felt the head of his cock squeeze into her with a pop. Then he realized what she had done. She was using her weight to force his cock up her ass! The sensation was incredible. She was so tight it seemed impossible to enter her any further. But she doggedly kept on, pressing down and rotating her hips, literally screwing herself down onto him. Finally her lovely round ass pressed against his hips and he knew he was buried in her to the hilt. Then she started to stroke again.
He reached under her to stroke her pussy as she rode him. He slid three fingers deep inside her and twiddled her clit with his thumb. His other hand was busy alternating between her breasts. In seconds they were both coming again, his semen boiling up into her ass. He believed that she had never really stopped coming through the whole maneuver.
He felt her rectum clenching spasmodically around his cock as she continued to come. Still she was slowly raising and lowering herself, even as the frenzy faded. He remained motionless, just watching her face as the orgasms swept across it; his fingers still buried in her, his thumb resting lightly on her clitoris.
After what seemed like hours, she at last seemed finished. Her breathing and stroking slowed and she opened her eyes to look down at him with a weak smile. Sweat dripped from her chin. Strands of wet hair were plastered across her face, and there was a drop of blood on her lower lip where she must have bitten it in her ecstasy. He thought he'd never seen a woman more beautiful.
Then he moved to withdraw his hand and as his thumb brushed her clit, she was suddenly coming again, plunging away on him. She gradually slowed and stopped. She slumped atop him, panting, then looked at him and started to say something. He clenched his buttock muscles, causing his cock to throb inside her, and instantly set her off again. She was clearly teetering right on the edge of orgasm, and the slightest touch or tremor on his part could topple her off. Exhausted as he was, he couldn't resist making her come over and over. He was playing her body like an organ, and neither of them wanted the magical spell to be broken. In any case, she couldn't stop if she wanted to, and she gave no sign of wanting to. At the end it was his exhaustion more than hers that caused him to stop and give her peace. She collapsed across his chest and lay there only half-conscious, trembling now and again as aftershocks thrilled through her.
They lay like that a long time, his hands gently stroking her wet back. Her golden hair lay strewn across his face and he could smell the summer wheat smell of it. He felt completely relaxed, eyes closed, petting her like a cat, feeling her skin warm against his, breathing her smells. It was many minutes before she sighed and raised her head. He kissed her for the first time, her lips soft and yielding against his, tasting the salt of her blood. They kissed like old lovers, long and languorously, savoring and communicating without need or urgency. She sighed deep in her throat and tightened her arms around his neck in a loving hug. But that motion caused his flaccid cock to slip out of her with a wet plop, and they both laughed and the tender moment had passed.
She sat up and flung her hair back over her shoulder. Then with a final kiss she slid off him and got shakily to her feet. He watched admiringly as she walked naked back to his table where they'd left their clothes. He groaned and struggled awkwardly to his feet. He couldn't seem to keep his knees from shaking. As he pulled on his clothes he watched her getting dressed and brushing her hair, working that magic known only to women, changing herself back into a decently dressed, respectable young businesswoman. As he pulled on his socks she went over to the cash register.
He sighed and sat on the floor lacing his shoes. She came back and stood next to him. He heard paper tearing, and tiny bits of paper fluttered down around him. He realized it was his credit card slip. He looked up at her in surprise.
"I'm not really a whore," she said with a smile. "But sometimes I like to feel like one." She helped him to his feet and walked with him to the door. "The dinner's on me, too. That was worth it!"
Originally published September 2005 - "Sugar & Spice"