I have spent so much time today feeling... lost. The day had brought so many heart and headaches that I have found myself wandering the streets. Feeling broken, I aimlessly amble until I notice the sun had set, allowing the streetlights and slivers of moonlight through the towers take over.
A neon "open" sigh catches my eye. My legs take over and now I'm sitting at a bar, drink in hand, trying so desperately to forget. There's a warmth next to me, a beautiful redhead, tanned and beautiful. I'm staring, without a care if she notices.
What's wrong with me? I'm not a lesbian, I'm thinking to myself. No, it's just admiring a gorgeous woman. With luscious lips and full, curled eyelashes.
She's noticed I'm staring and holds my gaze, broken when I feel fingertips trace up and down my thigh. I'm so confused, unsure of more by her actions or the fact that I make no move to stop her. The sensation of her fingernails sends tingles up my spine, so differing from the rough, calloused hands of a man I've grown so accustomed to.
Her eyes have darkened and her hand rises, sifting cupping my mound closest to her, hidden from eyes by my arm leaning on the bar, still holding my drink. I release an exhale as she rolls my sensitive nub through my bra and t shirt.
"My place?"
All I can answer her with is a slight nod, which brings a smile and her hand to mine.
Sitting in the back of the ride she'd already requested, she returns to my chest, sliding her fingertips up my shirt to massage me over my bra. Her lips softly take mine, opening our mouths to one another, getting lost in the tangle of our tongues.
The ride is over quickly, and she pulls me to her loft, taking my mouth again against the door.
We kiss recklessly against the door as she removes my shirt and unbuttons my jeans, pulling the zipper down painfully slow. She tucks her fingertips inside my panties and parts from my mouth while resting her hand against my soft public hair.
"Have you been with another woman?"
"No."
She flashes a sexy smile. "I can't wait to feel you."
My heart races and she kisses me again, wrapping her arms around me to caress my back before unhooking my bra and pulling the straps down. She rests her forehead against mine as she closes her eyes and softly runs her fingers over my pert buds, aching for her. I watch her lose herself in my nipples for what feels like hours as my core heats up, so moist for her.
She drops one hand slowly down my belly, caressing along the way, slipping her fingers once again in my panties but continuing on to my center. She rolls a fingertip over my glistening pearl, which brings a moan to both our lips. Her tongue in my mouth and hand on my heat makes me caress her breasts through her shirt, celebrating the moment I can feel her nipples harden for me through the layers of fabric still separating up.
She breaks apart long enough to strip her clothes as I finish the job she'd started. We stand there naked, admiring each other for several long moments. She takes my hand and walks us to her living room, gesturing for me to sit on the shag rug. She gently parts my legs, warmly smiling at me for taking my mouth once again in hers, showing me how passionate she's feeling for me. I feel warmth pooling in my center and she seems to notice as well, as she takes a hand and drops it to my slit, rubbing my juices all over myself before licking her fingers clean. She gently pushes me back to rest on my elbows.
She situated herself with our legs between one another's, spreading our lips with her first and middle fingers on either hand, lowering herself while making sure our bundles of nerves were carefully aligned. She returns her gaze to mine and begins to rock her hips, bringing more desire than I've ever felt. She places her hands on my breasts, softly brushing her fingers back and forth on my nipples. I moan, still not knowing (or caring) her name, I hold her gaze as she grinds herself into my core.
"Baby, don't stop!" I'm only a little shocked at what I've called her.
"I've got you, mama. I've got you. Cum with me beautiful."
Her pace continues but her hips roll more sensually, feeling our lips slide around each other's, her words making my nipples tighten more under her light touch.
I feel the tightening as she pulls my release out of me. I can feel her warmth and soon, we are gliding in our combined juices, riding out our highs together. She softly caresses my breasts for a few moments before pulling our bodies into a cuddle on the floor.
Our legs entwined, whispering sweet nothings between lovers to each other, I lightly kiss her face. She laces our fingers together as we continue to come down from the shared euphoria.
She moves her hand down to cup my center and rests it there as we drift off to sleep, all my worries vanished from my mind.
