The Long Hot Weekend Pt. 02

The woman's head snapped up to stare at me as though I'd yelled out loud and I looked away, my cock howling with need, and focused elsewhere, on a businessman starting on his second beer and then...

And then she walked into the room and that was that.

She was young and pretty and Asian- probably one of those rich Chinese students that paid a small fortune to live and study in the city. She was slim in her pale shirt and denim skirt, her body's curves modest. Her face had a touch of sort of sweetness that makes men's hearts ache; gentle and soft, with the touch of the ethereal.

The moment that I laid eyes on her the last of my resistance burned away like ice in a fire. The heatwaves seemed to converge on her, a hungry sea lapping at her flesh. For a moment I saw something twist around her, serpent-like and mischievous, and then-

It was strange to watch it all unfold. To see her shiver and blink. To see her turn on the spot, looking around like a rabbit that sensed the eyes of the wolf. Her eyes fell on me and her breath stilled, her pupils dilated, her hand moved to her heart. I watched through the heat-shimmer as little nubs appeared, as though by magic, on her chest.

She got up and, with slow, uncertain movements, walked over and sat across from me. I don't remember the excuse she came up with to talk to me. I don't remember much of the conversation- the usual nonsense questions bandied back and forth- so what do you do, what are you studying, how long have you lived in London, what do you do for fun? Both of us were talking and neither of us were listening, the conversation little more than a vague, distant noise as I drank in the smoothness of her skin, the uncertainty of her smile, the way she reached over to touch my arm minutes after telling me a name I immediately forgot.

I was going to have her. I needed to have her. She was too sexy, too available, too hot. It would be a one-night thing. She wasn't a friend or someone that would make trouble like my boss. Janice would never know. I needed relief. I needed her.

Fifteen minutes later I asked her back to my apartment. She hesitated for half a second before agreeing. I got up and paid, my erection a block of molten iron in my pants. Then I took her hand and half-led, half-dragged her out of the restaurant. The waitress watched us leave from the doorway.

It was a ten-minute walk back to my flat. Too long; far too long. By the time we reached the lift I was panting like a dog in heat. As we ascended I spun her around and pressed her against the wall. She got out a short, shocked moan before I kissed her, her lips opening like a petal. I groped her, hands pulling up her top and squeezing her small, bra-clad breasts. The other dove down to reach up under her skirt; what I found there was wet and ready for me. I rubbed her panty-clad cunt and she writhed, moaning, as I pinned her against the wall. I pulled down and suddenly her panties- soaked through- were sliding down her legs. She stared with hazy eyes as I pulled them off, lifting her skirt up-

The elevator doors opened and I led her down a passageway that blazed and lurched around me. She hesitated for a moment, turning to look at her sodden panties lying abandoned on the elevator; but then I tugged her away and she obediently followed. Then... then I was in front of a door- my door? I couldn't be sure and for a moment I thought about barging into Ms Kumar's flat by mistake and fucking her and her daughter senseless. But it opened to the keys held in my shaking hands and I half-fell into my desert-hot living room, cock spasming with need.

She stumbled in after me and fell to her knees. Her skirt was hiked up and I caught a glimpse of her petite ass, her glistening thighs, her swollen pussy lips. I made a grunting, snarling sound and she twisted around to look at me, her feral hunger a twin to my own. I fumbled at my trousers, hands unable to work, until at last something gave way and my cock was free. It should have blazed, it should have scorched the clothes off us both; instead it stood there, pulsing in agony, as I shuffled forward and grabbed her desperately waggling hips and then-

Bliss.

Wetness engulfing my cock, the inferno no longer wild but directed, shaped; focused into a point that I wielded like a blade. Pain was transmuted into relief; just as potent, just as welcome, as the surge of pleasure from where we were joined. I was thrusting and she was screaming herself hoarse and I was little better; grunts and snarls and drooling gasps while we rutted and burned. My vision shrunk until there was nothing but her ass and her back and a sea of heat and as I felt my white-hot balls begin to churn I looked up and saw her dancing in front of us both, rising out of the haze; a woman, voluptuous and graceful. She was colourless fire and smokeless flame and lust-shimmer; she was passion and need and satiety all at once. Her features twisted and shifted but I saw her laugh, felt the sly giggles in my head and she reached across to kiss me-

I remember roaring as I poured myself into the girl beneath me. And then-

Flashes; moments; half-dreamed, half real images-

The girl on the couch, her eyes rolled back, her legs spread wide as I thrust into her cunt. Her mouth was open and animal pants emerged; mindless and gleeful. Shouts and banging at the door, both of us ignoring it-

-she was kneeling before me, shamelessly fucking her own throat with eager relish while drool and pre-cum dribbled down her mouth, her head snapping back and forth so fast her black hair whipped around her like a halo-

-I was fucking her into the bed, her ass red from my hand-prints, her hoarse screams muffled by the pillow; both of us exhausted, both of us unable to stop as her cunt pulsed around my erection, pools of cum and sweat and feminine desire staining the sheets underneath us-

And then, nothing.