Blue Haired Fantasy

She remembered how he had greeted her, and the comments that had followed. "Look at those sultry eyes," he had remarked. He thought about them now, how he would see them smoldering in front of him in just a few minutes. Her behavior was strange, he admitted, but he was drawn to her. He found her to be mature, intelligent, and opinionated about the world - not something he would have expected from someone 20 years his junior.

He found himself fantasizing about her often. This surprised him, too. He had mentioned it occasionally, because she loved the attention, and he loved to shower her with it. He paused his daydream to scan the room. He was early, but she might be, too. "I'll be the one causing trouble," she had said jokingly.

"Right, the one with the blue hair," he responded with a laugh.

When she walked in, glancing around observantly, with a slight shake of her head, he imagined the scene as a movie, where music overcomes the chaos of the establishment and the room pauses to sigh wistfully over the girl that everyone wants. He thought she was stunning and hummed the music that would play in the movie to himself. The rest of the room continued on, somehow oblivious of the lovely creature before him. He rose from his chair and caught her attention, calling for her just as she turned to look from his movement. She smiled, and walked to the corner where he was sitting. He watched her walk. It was incredibly sexy, even though he knew she wasn't trying at all. He cleared his throat and looked into her beautiful eyes.

He could see that she was nervous. He was glad he wasn't the only one. "You look beautiful," he told her reassuringly. She was wearing a black tank top with blue trim and a blue nautical star and jeans that hugged her curvy hips. A black hooded sweatshirt hung off her, exposing her shoulders. He wanted to wrap his arms around her from behind, bury his face in her neck, and press his lips against her bare shoulders. He imagined, once again, his first taste of her and what it would be like. He stood shyly as she approached, with his hands in his pockets. She grinned at him now, and her personality showed through. He loved her dimples, her lips - he kept seeing new places he wanted to kiss her. He could only imagine how his mind would spin when he had her naked.

And then she was in his arms. His hands had left his pockets in surprise as she embraced him, then pulled back, letting her hand linger at his waist. He smiled, and with a moment of forwardness, brushed her lips with his before pulling out a chair for her to sit.

They sat quietly with their fingertips touching for a moment. He wanted to reach up and touch her face, touch her hair, take her away from here to make love to her. He couldn't stand it, and took her hand in both of his to play with, spinning her ring around her finger and tickling her palm gently. She smiled as he leaned across the small table and kissed each of her fingertips. The awkwardness had vanished; it was like they were old lovers reuniting.

The waiter brought water with lemon to the table and asked if they were ready. She ordered blackberry tea, and waited for his decision. "That's all you're getting?" he asked after placing his order. Her eyes pleaded with him not to tease about it, but she smiled and said her appetite was for other things. At this he smiled, and rushed through his dessert when it came.

They sat, watching the steam rise off the tea. They talked a bit, and laughed a lot. The waiter dropped the check on the table, and they left silently, with his arm around her. They walked the few blocks to his place, which was warm and cozy after the cool air outside. She took in the rooms, learning new things about him just by viewing his living space. She peered around curiously, and he told her to go explore if she wanted to. She took in the bright kitchen, a comfy looking couch, and an interesting painting, and upon her return to wear he was standing, she kicked off her shoes and took him by the hand into his bedroom.

He had slept in this room every night for a long time, but it had a different tone with her in it. She smiled coquettishly as she propped herself up on the bed. Her sweatshirt fell off her shoulders again, and, peeling off his sweater, he sat next to her, pushing the sweatshirt gently from her shoulders, kissing them as he went. Her eyes closed at his tenderness, and she knew right away what kind of lover he would be. She held his chin in her hand, dragging it away from her shoulders for the moment, kissing him deeply. Her heart ached from the closeness, because she had been missing having someone who cared about her, who wanted her passionately.

The sweatshirt had come most of the way off by now, so she tossed it aside and tugged his shirt over his head. She ran her hand down his chest and stomach, pulling him closer to her. He pulled away long enough to strip off her shirt and sweep the clothing on the bed aside. He pulled her close to him, running his hands through her hair. Her breasts touched his chest the way she loved, and their legs intertwined. Her lips were full and lovely to kiss. He felt more drunk with each kiss, the relaxation and excitement crossing each other and mixing deliciously.

She, too, was getting the swirling sensation of intoxication. He kissed her underneath her breast, and traveled downward. His lips brushed her tummy, lower and lower until he reached her jeans. He laid her on her back and unbuttoned her jeans. He kissed her at the point where the fabric parted, then unzipped her pants slowly. He left her string bikinis in place and slid her jeans off her body. He tossed them onto the floor and came back to where she lay, the skimpy blue bikinis the only thing separating his eyes from her flesh. He slid his fingers around the strings that rounded her hips, and pulled them ever so slowly off her body. Now that he lay naked in front of her, he dove onto her body hungrily. She had rolled slightly onto her side to face him, and he ran his tongue delicately from her foot to her breast, where he stopped to lick her hardening nipple. Her breasts were beautiful, large with attentive nipples. She laid flat on the bed again as she began to move her hips closer to his body. He rolled her left nipple in his hand and ran his tongue lightly over her right pierced nipple.

She kissed the top of his head as he sucked on her breasts, and brought his head up so she could kiss him. Her hands trailed down his chest. She rubbed the fine line of hair that disappeared from his belly button into his pants. She unbuttoned his pants and he shoved them aside, eager to have annoyances like clothing out of the way. Their touches were hot on each other's skin, and their pace increased. The hair on his body tickled her shaved skin. He kissed the star and moon tattoo in between her breasts, then moved downwards. He ran his tongue over her hipbones and her inner thighs, kissing the inside of her knee and going back up. He kissed the crease of her pussy from top to bottom, light feathery kisses that she held still for. He ran his tongue along her outer lips, a little harder now that her juices began to drip from her cunt. She was twisting and rolling her own nipples, her eyes closed in pleasure.

He dove into her pussy with his tongue, rolling it around her opening and up her clit. She cried out from the intense pleasure that he forced upon her. He played with her inner labia with his tongue as he held her ass tightly. She put her hand in his hair to bring him closer to her, and he turned his head to kiss her wrist and suckle on her fingers. She let her hand drop to her pussy so his tongue could reach both her fingers and her pussy at the same time. She gave her clit a little rub and realized how close she was to cumming. She wanted to cum that instant but he moved her hand away to delay the pleasure. Keeping his tongue on her clit, he let one of his fingers trace her slit. He slipped one finger inside her and rolled it with his tongue. One of her hands was back in his hair and the other was gripping the sheets on the bed as he slid a second finger inside her. He bit her outer labia in between licking her clit in a frenzy and she cried out as she lifted her hips off the bed and came hard. He lapped her clit still with his tongue, but when she began to shudder from the sensitivity he quickly moved on top of her and crushed himself into her.

Her arms were around him in a second, and she moaned again as he started to go in and out of her. He bit her still sensitive nipples lightly and her neck harder, and continued to pound against her. The sensitivity was achingly pleasurable, and she soon recovered to only good feelings vibrating through her. She scooted her hips so that he could penetrate her deeper, and he lifted her legs onto his shoulders. He kissed the insides of her legs again from this position. He looked down at her pussy and wanted to taste it again. He pulled out of her and lifted her up farther so he could eat her again. She came quickly, calling his name, her clit in his mouth. He loved the feeling of it throbbing against his tongue. She lay back, exhausted, and he put her down and settled down next to her for a moment. She let out a noisy breath and rolled over on top of him. He grinned, not expecting her burst of energy.

She planted her hands firmly on his chest and sucked her juices off his cock once, twice, then he was fully hard again and she slid him into her. She rode him gently but quickly, moving her hips faster as her desire increased. She leaned close into him and moaned into his ear, one arm tight around his neck, the other pinning his hands back behind his head. He wanted to be able to roam freely across her body, but was incredibly turned on by being dominated by her. She took his bottom lip between her teeth and sat up as she bucked harder into him. She released his hands, having teased enough - him by restraining him and herself by not allowing herself to be touched. His hands clamped down on her hips and his fingers dug into her ass as she rode him upright, her fingers on her breasts. She came hard and loud, and he slowed his hips and tried to thrust deeper into her as he exploded inside her. Her hands returned to being planted on his chest until she rolled off of him, exhausted.

He cradled her face in his hands and kissed her tenderly. She put her hand in his hair and kissed him back, letting her tongue mingle sweetly with his. She nestled into the crook of his shoulder and fell asleep even before he could completely cover her with the comforter that he pulled close around them.