My friend was on the dance floor with a guy she had met not long ago. I watched them move, entwined together like a vine around a tree branch. Tonight I’d be walking home. I looked down at my glass. It was almost empty, so I drank the rest of the clear liquid in one gulp. As I set the glass back down on the table, I noticed the tall, dark haired man staring at me. Just as our eyes met, he turned back to his friends. I looked at my watch. It was getting late.
Outside the air was brisk, and I wished I’d worn a coat. The streets were dark, the sky being obscured by clouds. The smell of rain was in the air. Breathing in the sweet fresh air, I started on my way home.
I was aware of a presence behind me, so I stopped even though I felt I should have run. Suddenly there was someone next to me and I turned to look at the stranger.
“It’s not safe for a girl to be walkin’ home alone on a dark night like this.”
It was the tall handsome man from the club. He smiled at me.
“Are you here to escort me home?” I asked him.
“What’s your name?”
“Sarah.”
We walked in silence past the empty shops. When we crossed the road, it began to rain lightly.
“You’re not from around here.”
“Neither are you.”
The sky lit up briefly as lightening flashed. His hair was hanging in wet strands across his face. I heard a rumble of thunder. It began to rain harder so we quickened our pace.
I unlocked the front door of my house. My clothes were clinging to my body, dripping small puddles onto the laminate floor inside. I heard the door close behind me and the sound of something heavy and wet dropping to the ground.
His jacket and t-shirt were lying in a sodden heap next to his feet. He undid his belt and shook the excess water from his hair. I slipped off my shoes, noticing that his were off already. I gazed up at him, slowly unbuttoning my dress. He leant down and captured my lips with his as the dress fell to the floor.
I ran my hands over his back as we kissed, and he ran his hands over my chest. Before I knew it my bra was gone, and his lips and tongue were warming my cold breasts. My hips rocked against the hand in my panties.
He pinned me to the bed, his cock firmly pressed against my clit. We kissed with fervor and I reached down to hold him there. I moaned when he started moving back and forth, caressing us both at the same time.
I arched up off the bed. His tongue wove its way around my lips and stopped to flick teasingly at my sensitive clit. Two of his fingers made their way inside of me, and I felt my muscles contract several times.
As my lips engulfed his beautiful long cock, he groaned in pleasure. His hands were pressing at the back of my head, but I kept my tongue working around the head. No sooner had I conceded, he pulled out.
Shivering in anticipation and ass up in the air, I felt pressure at my opening. With a moan, I reached up and fingered my clit. He was only just inside, and I tried to force more in, but he just pulled back.
His strokes were long and slow, filling me up completely then leaving me almost empty. His finger rested on my clit. I closed my eyes as he kissed my shoulders tenderly.
Gradually his thrusts began to speed up. He wrapped an arm around my waist. His finger stayed where it was. I groaned louder, completely focused on the rapid movement of his cock and the placement of that finger.
I tensed and convulsed, muttering unintelligibly. I heard him grunting softly, his hips still moving rhythmically against me. I could feel myself building up again, even more aware of his cock. The finger had turned into two, one either side of my clit. He moaned again.
His movements became somewhat inconsistent, though much faster. When I cried out with ecstasy, my hips jerked and I felt my insides clamp down on him. He made a long groaning noise as he rammed into me one last time. I was sure I could feel his cock twitching and cum flowing.
He rolled onto his side, taking me with him. We were both breathing heavily. He kissed my neck and stroked my breasts. My eyes closed as I sighed with content.
The sun streamed through the window, waking me up. There was a warm body next to me. I opened my eyes and was greeted by a kiss. I smiled. His eyes were brown.
“What’s your name?”
“Mike.”
I kissed him.