I was there, and as one would say merely existing instead of truly living. The noise, the chatter, swirling and immersing about the pub, my attention starved. I was sitting on my stool, long slender legs crossed under the folds of my lavender satin gown. Hands were busy, fidgeting for I was new to this city. People came and went and my eyes searched theirs for a moment. Nothing unusual.
Suddenly as my head turned, and a small obsidian strand disobediently brushed my pallid bare shoulder....I met the door with mine azure gaze. Haunting as they were, they were no match for who's I was staring at now. His own, dark, alluring coffee hued. With that connection, I instantly was flooded with images of staring into his eyes in a night of passion. I imagined myself writhing in extacy under him, feeling the weight of his body against mine as he thrusted deliciously into the paradise that reigned in between my thighs. He looked away, and offered a bemused smirk. All I could do was remain frozen as my full lips curled into a seductive sanguine smile. Dark thick lashes lowered against my eyes, as if a cloud concealing the sun and all its magnificent rays.
His stare was penetrating, his enigmatic presence made me thirst to touch his pallid face and jawline. As he walked away, I followed with eyes, exhaled with my soul, ravished him in mind, and delivered erotic prose and poetry with my actions. As feminine as I was, I also did show shyness, with the blush of my pallid cheek. What rosen color would lay on pallid skin, as the color of a rose hung to its lover, the petals? As it were, the helpless lust that derives the animal from us humans.
He walked, my eyes followed, hungry for his image, his presence. Just then he spoke, greeting someone he might have known, and I let out a small ragged breath, imagining how it might be to feel the carress of lulled whispers from his full pink pale lips. he brought a hand to peruse through his coffee colored hair and I sifted fingertips through mine, envision the sensation of him tugging on my hair in a night of passion.
Again, I feasted on him, guilty as sin, eyes tracing every feature softly. I etched him in my mind, and as he sat alone, the candle which was luckier than I, shone its light against his pallid face, bringing out the caricature and ballet of delicate features. My heart was pounding as a thousand horses running through an estate, and the pool of heat between my thighs grew with every throb of want...of need....of every desirable and imaginable way. One hand danced from my lips to my neck, that pallid skin taking pleasure in my hand, and my mind fantasizing it was his. I trailed it down to my collarbone, demurely holding it there for his next gaze. And as he locked eyes with me, my full lips curled deliciously in a sensation of an alluring smile, and my hand traced down to my cleavage. I gently traced them with my fingertip, tilting my head to the side, making sure to trace the fine satin that hugged my full breasts deliciously.
With my actions I was making love to this stranger, my cheeks becoming flustered at the thought of having my legs wrapped around his waist, yearning to feel him thrust violently within me and take me as he pleased. I lowered my hand, placed it on my lap, and continued this stare with him. There was a luminescent starburst sliver in his eyes that sweetly penetrated my soul and took it out for a twirl. I wanted to stand, to walk over, but alas, the heat between my thighs was so intense that if I were to stand up, would I really be able to make it there?
I mustered the courage to do so minutes later as I composed myself once more. I offered him another alluring smile, fantasizing that he would grab me by my hips and slam me against the bar and just fuck me. Spread my legs, and rip my thong off, tear into my cunt and grunt and growl against my ear. Make my whole body move and tremble with delight, my breasts heaving up and down deliciously against your chest, as they all watched you fuck me like you owned me. As I approached him, I said not a word, and sat down as close as possible to him. He remained silent, observing me, drinking in my presence as I was already intoxicated deliciously with his.
And in this crowded pub, where all were chatting, drinking away problems, having affairs, and wasting precious time....I was unheld by it. I, was sitting by him, the man I just had fallen madly in lust with. The one that made that sweet surrender between my thighs wet and throbbing. Discreetly, I parted my legs, and leaned forward, tracing my full sanguine lips with my tongue, the moist shimmer delivered my the dimly lit pub. My hand traced down in a moment of insanity as our eyes met in perhaps shared thought. We spoke not a single word. I pushed aside my thong, deliciously exposing my sweet now wet tight little pussy to my hungry fingers. Suddenly I locked eyes with him and traced my finger against my pussy, devouring my finger with its velvet wet lips. It held to my finger with a vice like grip, and I finger fucked myself for a moment, starving at wanting his cock buried to the hilt inside of me.
Slowly I pressed within, feeling the warmth rush and surround against my velvet lined walls. And I took in a deep breath, letting it out in a moan that was audible only by him. The look of bemusement within his eyes was worth a million words. Inexplicable, we both still remained silent, and as I withdrew my finger from my tight hungry cunt, I offered him a mischievious seductive smile. I had feasted on my own little tight wet dripping cunt, and right now all I wanted was anything of his inside or on my pussy. Suddenly, without a seconds though, I leaned over, and in a sultry, lulled voice, I whispered.... "To lust, that delicate egg that teases and tempts us as a good lover might". With this, I pressed my wet fingertips against his lips, and traced my pussy nectar over his pale pink lips.
I stood up, not another word said but taking a delight on that tongue of his trailing against his lips to taste my sweet pussy upon them. And as quickly as he walked into my life, I walked out of his through the front door of the pub. I traced my mouth with my own wet finger and tasted that sweet nectar that I can only create. And to my delicious content, I .....created....the original sin.
I now looked into those eyes that i had felt bore into me the moment i had walked into the pub. I had came here tonight with no agenda on my mind just a feeling deep inside that a destiny awaited me this night and my path had led me here. Something about the eyes of this beauty show both a untamed lust and at the same time an innocence that pervades her being. as i step closer she brings her fingers to my lips without a spoken word upon them the sweet taste of a untainted womanhood that wants only to be awakened.
I take one of her small dainty fingers into my mouth and suck it gently my tongue savoring the taste. A grin forms on my lips as she removes the finger slowly and i speak my first words to her. "I am Kelvin... and you are my dream."
I remove my leather jacket draping it on the chair next to her and sit slowly noticing her eyes flickering quickly to the noticible bulge in my tight jeans. My hand lightly brushes her thigh as i pull my chair closer she speaks...
