A Killer of a One Night Stand Ch. 02byMaxSebastian©
As soon as the front door was closed, she was all over him, pressing herself to his body, her mouth closing on his. She tasted faintly of sweet liquor as he tried to return the passion in her kiss.
When she released him, and he could kiss down her neck a little, he found her skin accented by something he thought might be chlorine from the swimming pool in which she'd had her aqua aerobics.
"Upstairs," she said, breathless, and broke away from his embrace, to drag him along the hallway and up two flights of stairs to the front door of an apartment.
Becky fumbled with the key a little, then forced open the door, dragging him inside after her.
In the hallway, she stopped him, and pushed him against the wall while the door closed.
"Your flatmates home?" Jonah asked.
She flashed him a grin. "Don't have any," she said, then he felt her hands fumbling at his belt, and her hands were suddenly inside his trousers, delving down to glide over his boxer shorts, tracing out the shape of his erect cock.
"Very nice," she purred, and while she played with him through his underwear, caressing and squeezing, she kissed him again, her tongue somehow obscene as it ventured out into his mouth.
Without so much as a by-your-leave, she suddenly crouched, pulling down his trousers and underwear as she did so, and engulfed his hardness inside the burning heat of her mouth.
He let out a low moan as he felt her tracing her tongue around the head of his cock, sucking, licking, caressing him. He looked down as she started a slow bobbing motion, watching as the crude form of his erection disappeared into her pretty, freckly face, gliding in between her velvet lips.
She took him to the brink a couple of times, but never over it.
"I'm going to get pins and needles in my toes, I keep that up," she said at last as she picked herself up to her feet and he pulled his trousers up again. "Come on - I'll give you the grand tour."
It was a tiny flat - just one bedroom, a closet of a kitchen-slash-living room, and a bathroom you could just about take a bath in. It took about 30 seconds to complete the "grand tour" and grab a glass of water from the kitchen before the young red-headed nurse pushed him into the bedroom, in which there was hardly space to stand up around the queen-size bed.
They kissed again, and Jonah found his hands slipping underneath the waistband of her sweatpants behind her, only to find that she was apparently still wearing a onepiece swimsuit.
"Hmm... kinky, huh?" Becky joked as he slipped down her sweatpants and helped her remove her top.
"Well, it's not a nurse's uniform," he said in mock regret.
Becky laughed as he nuzzled into her neck, "Please, I feel so unsexy when I'm wearing my work clothes."
Now it was her turn to work on removing his clothing, which she dumped fairly unceremoniously on the floor.
Naked, she pushed him back on the bed, and pounced on him, pinning him down on the bed before kissing him. Jonah tried to move, but she was firm in her hold. She was slender, but seemingly immensely strong for her build - making Jonah think that aqua-aerobics must be only scratching the surface of her exercise regime.
He did his best to roll her over, and move on top to kiss her back, but she was resistant and they wrestled, laughing as they did so.
Yet underneath, Jonah felt a twinge of something that was not unlike fear. He was desperately out of shape. He'd never been overweight, but the life of an academic had left him with minimal strength and conditioning. He was certain that if it came down to it, this coltish redhead could probably overpower him if she really wanted to.
He wouldn't stand a chance if it was the actual killer he was up against.
He let her win, of course. She sat astride him as though he were some kind of mountain she'd conquered, a little out of breath but not anywhere near as out of breath as Jonah.
And so hot sitting there still in her swimsuit.
"To the victor belong the spoils!" she declared.
Jonah smiled, saying: "You can have whatever your heart desires, my lady."
She flashed him a minx-like grin, then quickly flipped around, then shuffled down to present her delectible rear in his direction, while she once again took hold of his cock. "Mmm... I think I'll take some more of this," she purred.
Jonah groaned again as he felt his shaft enveloped in her hot mouth. He reached up and pulled her down so he could press his face into her snatch, breathing in the spicy scent of her arousal through the moist fabric of her swimsuit. Becky cheekily wiggled her butt as he opened his mouth to press his own heat against her most sensitive region, clear in her need for attention even as she focused so much energy now on sucking his hardness.
Responding to her need, he nuzzled into her pussy, enjoying the heady mix of her perfume and her natural aroma, given a curious angle by the remaining trace of chlorine that helped recall hazy mostly-forgotten adolescent fantasies of girls in the school swim team.
Trying to keep from losing his own control as she affected such glorious attention on his cock, he slipped aside the narrow band of material covering her pussy, revealing her beautiful little pink flower. Framed by a sprinkling of red down, her tidy petals glistened with juices even in the dull light of this shoebox of a bedroom.
Becky gasped as he gently touched his lips to hers, his tongue slipping out to sample her tangy cocktail. Arms reaching around her smooth round behind, he pulled her to him as he feasted on her pussy, her flesh so hot as it crushed against his mouth.
He flicked his tongue down, touching her clit to send ripples of energy through her body that he could feel as she pressed herself down upon him. Then as she became accustomed to the contact, he focused more attention on her sensitive little button, kissing it, caressing it, swirling his tongue around and around, sucking to draw out her increasingly insistent moans until they were close to screams.
He had no idea how long them continued. At some point she forgot completely about her end of the bargain, though she held on to his rock-hard shaft almost as if to keep her balance as she pressed her weight back, forcing her pussy against his face so that he couldn't stop even if he wanted to.
Then she was shaking, shuddering, yelling out as her release swept over her.
"Wow, where did that come from?" she said as she disengaged and slipped around to lie beside him, both of them left gasping for air.
"Good?" he asked, a little more out of breath than she was.
"Incredible. No one's ever made me feel quite like that before."
Then she was up on her feet, leaping off the bed to step over to the little window looking out over her street. She placed her hands on the windowsill and presented her rear to him with an enticing smile.
Having softened a little in the interlude, his cock was quickly back to full strength as he picked himself up to approach her.
He slipped one strap of her swimsuit over her shoulder, but she shook her head, replacing it.
"I want to do it like this," she growled. "I want to think about this when I go out there again for aqua-aerobics."
Jonah couldn't help but chuckle at that idea.
"Don't laugh - the class is so dull, it's full of horrible old women. I need something to spice it up, keep me going."
He pressed up against her, running his hands over the enticing curves of her body, over her swimsuit, to feel out the shape of her breasts enclosed by the fabric. He could feel her nipples pressing through the material, eager to be touched. As he pressed his hard cock against her behind, preparing himself, he crushed her nipples between thumbs and forefingers, teasing out another groan or two from the ginger-haired nurse.
Then he reached down to slip aside the bathing suit just where needed so that he could enter her and relieve the urgent throbbing within his entire body. The tip of his cock touched against the smouldering entrance of her pussy, provoking another gasp from Becky before he eased forward, slipping inside her.
Her pussy was so tight around him as he gradually filled her, such an irresistible sensation he almost lost it there and then. He glided in, her copious juices easing the way.
"Ooh, that feels good," she sighed as he paused a moment to revel in the sensation of her tightness fully enclosing him.
He couldn't pause long, however, a powerful urge inside him forcing him to stir, gently withdraw and then surge forward to thrust inside her.
Soon enough, he was pounding her, spurred on by her affirmative response, feeling a little of the power that perhaps his "Robert" persona ought to have in these one night stands.
His fitness level proved less of a barrier as a raw animal drive propelled him onwards, allowing him an untapped source of energy as he pumped into her pussy, grinding the head of his cock against that secret spot that made her scream.
He was running on pure adrenaline as his own release finally came.
"You know, you could stay a while if you wanted to," she said as he stepped out into the cool night air.
He smiled, "You need to get some sleep before your next shift starts."
Becky pouted, though she didn't argue with him. It was already beginning to get light again, and after the long energetic evening together, she clearly needed to grab a few hours' shut-eye before another long day at the hospital.
Jonah, coming so soon after his night with the never-tiring Emma, was exhausted and badly needed some space to crash out and sleep for ages.
He knew the website encouraged the kind of abrupt liaison where it was expected you'd walk away after the sex, but as the exhaustion started really setting in, he been worried he might hurt her feelings by just leaving.
She was surprisingly accepting of it, though, which reminded me she'd done this before quite a bit.
"Hey no worries - that's fine. At least you didn't just sneak out," she said when he'd finally tentatively suggested it might be time to make a move. "That would have been a bit sad."
The redhead smiled warmly across the threshold, then leaned up to kiss him. "You're really amazing, Robert," she said. "Completely not what I was expecting from your profile."
He nodded, "It's hard to get those things right, huh?"
"Maybe we could see each other again some time?"
"I'd like that."
It was as easy a parting as could have been, really. As he walked away, he felt a shard of something inside him that might have been his natural monogamous nature craving a return to the sweetness of her embrace. He'd have to get used to that. Maybe he'd become used to it, like Becky seemed to be. Maybe not.
The streets were empty as he threaded his way back towards the main road where he suspected he'd be able to get a night bus. The Tube wasn't open for another couple of hours, he thought, so the bus was his best bet.
On his way, however, a couple of occasions he thought he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. When he turned his head, he could see nothing out of the ordinary.
A little further on, he rounded the corner and again thought there was some movement in the shadows down the street. This time he stopped, even backtracked a few steps. Nothing.
He was beginning to get the eerie sensation that he was being followed.