OPEN DESIRES: FANTASY
We had been talking about sex for days as we drove together on the open road.
The hows, why's, and when's. The unusual, and the common. On the Net, and in
the home. Innocent conversation, or so I thought. Erotic wordplay. Maddening,
especially for me. For five years I had gone without by choice. It had been
offered to me and refused, on several occasions. The wrong time, or someone I
had no interest in, or someone that wanted more of me than I wanted to give.
They wanted to control or break me. Things I would not allow. Nothing
personal.
I could feel it building inside me to almost unbearable proportions. A time
bomb, and, then, he said something so uncommon, I could barely respond. It took
the breath from my lungs and sent my pulse into heated overload.
"You know I go home, and take care of this myself." I knew what he was talking
about, and, God, what a waste. I felt the intoxicating pulse of danger flowing
through my veins. "No one will see us out here." He said, voice low, raw with
lust. It was true and tempting. I wanted it, too.
Looking out the window and assessing the risk over the rush of adrenaline in my
body. I could suddenly smell him. Hot, willing, male animal. A savage scent.
Five years of living with women. Surrounded by them and their delicate
sensibilities. Missing the scent, touch and feel of male. Strong hands and
hard thighs. I was instantly aroused, lust blossoming between my thighs in
imperative wetness. Darkness around us. No buildings. No people. Feeling the
temptation of Sex without Strings. Release without Regret. Flesh alone
speaking to me.
I looked at him, puzzled by my inexplicable hunger for him. Why him? He who
had angered me beyond reason. Enraged me past all thought before he even knew
me. Why would he tempt me? How could he be the cause of all this... heat?
Suddenly, I didn't care. I crossed the line from civilized to bestial. My eyes
narrowing with determination.
"Let's go in back." Asking for what I wanted for the first time in a long time.
"I want to give some head." I know my voice had that edge to it. The `let's do
it now, before I lose my nerve', edge. We did. Quickly climbing back into
darkness and faceless anonymity. I practically raped him. Feeling sexual power
flowing through me. I wanted my hands on his flesh and more I wanted his cock
in my mouth. Letting him kiss me and touch my face. His lips hard, sweet.
Breathing in the smell of cologne, tobacco and skin. Running my teeth down his
neck sensing his eagerness. Savoring the salt of flesh against my tongue. Too
long for me. It's been too long. I want fast and hard. Needed to take the
edge off before I could slow down. He let me, saying nothing, not protesting my
speed. Not protesting the driving urgency that was energizing my hands, my
body. I was the one holding back so I wouldn't mark him with my lips, my nails.
It was an effort of pure will.
His hands cupping me through my clothes, creating a burning need. Hands finding
my breasts through my shirt and under my shirt. I know I moaned, a low animal
noise of want, escaping my clenched teeth. I murmured I wouldn't mark him.
Promise, no one will know, but us. I wanted to bite the buttons from his shirt
and bare his skin. Fighting for control through a haze of red-hot craving. I
started pulling his belt free with quick efficient movements of my fingers.
Opening his pants and ignoring the sensible voice in my head that whispered he
was dangerous. Hazardous because of his willingness to play. His enthusiastic
arousal of the beast inside me. Making me hot and wet. Willing to revel in the
feel and taste of the flesh. I pulled him out with hands that shook and found
him hard. Ready. Musky clean tang of his body filling my head. Droplets
leaking from the tip of his cock, begging to be tasted tantalized. Dewy
moisture that flowed over my tongue as I closed eager lips over his organ taking
as much of him as I could into my throat, practically coming as he filled me.
Gripping his thighs, his lean hips, with my hands. Teasing him with my lips.
Flicking my tongue and creating a deep pulling suction as I descended on him
fully. Hearing him moan my name above me as I searched for his rhythm. His
hands finding my hair as he tensed. I could do this, I remembered this. The
feel of cock in my throat and the pulling moisture I felt between my legs. My
mouth inflaming him. His thighs flexing under my hands. Holding my head and
gently guiding it for full effect. Long minutes of willing passion building to
zenith.
He was going to come. I could feel him hardening and filling more of my mouth.
I took him deeper, faster. My own orgasm building between my legs. Part power,
part need. His fingers flexing against my scalp. `Come for me.' I thought. `I
want it.' All this anticipation moving through my head, until I had no thoughts
but the release. Following instinct to its climax. I felt soft jerks in my
mouth and followed it down. Burying him deep in my throat as he swelled inside
me. Filling my mouth with the salt and sour of his essence. I swallowed his
gift. Teasing all of it from him, licking it softly. Orgasmic on my knees
before him. Trying to catch my breath, as it swept me. My fingers digging
helplessly into his thighs. Immobilized for several long moments. Spent, head
resting against his knees. Uncaring of anything but the pleasure sweeping my
body. Wishing for more time and more room.
I came back to myself slowly, helping him cover himself. Tucking, zipping,
buckling. Fighting the urge to do it again and this time, letting his fingers
find my wet flesh. Almost losing control and giving into it. My shaking fingers
stroking him through the dense, rough wool of his pants. Maddening.
I felt a small burning ridge on the inside of my upper lip; it sent a shiver of
desire through me as my tongue stroked it. The taste of him still on my tongue.
Desire forming a knot inside me. My body soft and mind whirling, as we drove
off into the blackness of the road. Talking softly as if nothing had happened.
No change in the everyday scheme of things.
Not love, lust. Pure release and no small amount of danger. Out in the open,
and away from the everyday garbage that ruled our lives. No future and no past.
Would I do it again? Yes, I would, for one simple reason. I want too.
