It's 2:30pm, according to my phone. She is close, almost at the station. I wait at the platform patiently, eagerly waiting for the weekend, our weekend, to begin. It is humid, cloying heat raking my lungs with each breath. My heart thumped deep within my chest, sweat dripping off my brow in time with the beat. I can see the train in the distance, pulling into it's last stop. I turned the off the music blaring through my headphones, chilled Indie, trying to keep my chest from bursting from excitement.
The crowd spewed from the compact train, the buzz of their daily lives echoing off the curved ceiling. My eyes scan the crowd, looking for the lass and her long, brown hair.I catch her glancing eyes, my smile spreading across my face. We embraced each other, lips locked in passion. Oh, how I wanted to take her then and there! It took all of my will to stop myself, and all my strength to stop showing my hunger for her touch. I smiled at her, and led her off to home. I felt her hand pinch my bottom through my jean's fabric, a cheeky smile gracing her lips. We hurried back to mine, the walk taking what seemed forever. All through the trip, we teased and tantalised each other, hands searching every inch of our backs, lips feeling their way across lips, cheeks, necks. My hunger grew, wanting to savour each and every taste of her, her eyes telling me the same. Those eyes of hers, fractured circles of Arctic ice ringed by sand, undressed me at each turn.
We reached my door, my hands fumbling for my keys. I unlocked the door, dragging my prey inside. Shutting ang bolting the door, I threw her onto the bed, jumping on top of her like a hunter of old. She bit her lips, aware of my darker side, yet not experienced. The course of that morning saw a revelation to her. She knew what to expect of me, yet didn't realise the full extent. Now was my chance to show her who I was. A predator, an insatiable thirst for passion, for intensity. I devoured her mouth, lips and tongues clashing in lethal dance. Hands raked her sides, pulling at material, ripping thin membranes. One hand held her head, securing it against my mouth while we kissed.The other slid it's way down, across her stomach, below her waist, fingers searching for her sweet lips. I spread her legs, gaining more ground, fingers touching the edge of her pussy. She was moist, and my hunger couldn't take no more. I needed to feed.
I grabbed at her waistband, tugging it down, leaving nothing behind. I flung the fever-ripped material away, and stared hungrily into her eyes. She knew what was to come, and parted herself to receive what I had waiting. At that, I dived, tongue searching for treasures of pure ecstasy. Juices flowed, tongue dancing in revelry, fingers delving further. Her body shook, waves crashing through her, orgasms weakening her resolve to resist me. I pushed on, my relentless nature taking hold. Her moans and screams heightened my senses, toying with my desire to launch my final attack. I made my preparations, shedding my clothing to the floor, still not letting go of her.
My prey was all but spent, her body unable to take any more of my assault. Noticing her disposition, I rose up, wiping her juices away from my mouth. I leant in and kissed, awakening her mind. I looked into her eyes, seeing her lust, her pleasure, the emotional hurricane ripping through her head. I smiled, malice playing itself in. She merely nodded, ready to take on what was to come. I checked myself, laid down my foundations, checked my hood, and penetrated her body.
I allowed myself to go slow, letting her get used to this new sensation. With each thrust, I sent new waves into her, notions of climax few and far between. Granted, she held her ground, but I knew she would want more. I kept the the pace, waiting for the sign. I got it. She whispered, whispering words which made me lick my lips in anticipation: 'harder'. I obliged, my speed accelerating, my thrusts going in harder, deeper. I felt her writhe underneath me, unable to hold any more. Screams of pleasure erupted from those soft lips, nails raking my back, trying to fight back. It only fuelled my fire. I kept pushing on, building up the intensity of my invasiveness. I could feel myself ready for the final blow, wanting to explode in the euphoria of the moment. I held myself back, waiting for her to collapse. She did, her body weakened, her breath shallow. I knew it was time. I allowed my own pleasure to erupt forth, an intense orgasm destroying what was left of my energy.
I collapsed. Adrenaline levels were coming down, the beast inside of me returning to it's lair. My senses were returning, catching notions of movement beyond the walls around us. Conversation, music, cooking. Stephen was home. She moved beside me, wrapping herself around me. She wore a smile of content, she was satisfied. I had to admit, I felt the same. The intensity of the moment had consumed me, turned me primal. Times like that were rare for me, even more so during sex. A smile spread across my face at the thought, and leaned over for a smoke.
We chatted for a while, allowing our bodies to recover. We smoked, had few drinks, it was...surprisingly candid. It seemed almost as if anything went with her. It all felt a little too relaxed for someone who's used to the post-sex silence that normally follows. Then again, it made for a refreshing change.
We went at it for for a few more rounds, each one better, longer, more intense than the last. The end of the night beckoned for us to sleep. I felt myself dropping into unconsciousness late into the night. I mind played the events of the day back, all the emotion, the lust, the fire we created. The images were vibrant, a kaleidoscope of colours. Lust filled icy-blue eyes dominated all that I saw. Lips enveloping my slick piece, orgasms powering through my body, the screams of my prey filling my ears, and igniting my primal side even further.
I awoke to see her lazing in my chair, cigarette clasped between dainty figures.She passes a comment about my sleep, something regarding my posture. I merely laugh then lean in for a kiss. She responds in kind, putting the cigarette down into the ashtray. I reach for her, hands touching places that excite her, hers reaching my own. We lay back on the bed, mutual masturbation giving our bodies a wake up call. I work faster, bringing this woman to further reaches of pleasure. She brings me to the edge, my muscles tightening at the sensations. We explode together, like two suns going supernova. We lie there, she on top of me, breath caught short by the experience. I grab two smokes, light them, and pass one over.
The day goes by quietly, our bodies still to exhausted by all the pleasure. Conversation flowed. Gossip on mutual friends and events of the night that we missed filtering down to us. The other that I had designs on, has been equally as naughty as we had been that night. Many were in a buzz over us as well. I had to smile at the disturbance I created with this group. I don't think they had come across such a person as me before, able to sweep many women in a single day, the anger some of the men that their muses were preoccupied by this older, more experienced man. To be honest, I didn't really care. I got who I wanted, and I was happy with that.
She receives a call from home, it was time for her to take care of other duties. I took her down to the station, waiting with her by the platform. Her train rolls in, she leaves a single, lingering kiss on my lips and walks away. I watch the train leave the station, taking her to her own destination. I make my way to the local pub, fancying a taste of the beer. She sends me a text, thanking me for the weekend. I reply: 'That's alright Lydia, it has been an exciting weekend for me too, I hope we can do it again.'
'Oh, it will happen.' Came the reply...
