Chasing the Wind
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I know how to dance and make grown men drool while they watch me moving my ass. Losing myself in the rhythm of the music, I closed my eyes and let my body sway to the beat, moving my hips slowly and seductively, running my hands through my hair and over the delicious curves of my body. Any man watching me would have to be gay or blind not to be entranced by me.
Yes, I have a selfish ego. I have good genes, and it’s gone to my head. I am five feet seven inches of long tanned limbs and spectacular curves. I have a pretty face, green eyes and full lips, and strawberry blonde hair, coupled with a seductive persona that can reduce any man into a mass of quivering jelly. I knew this, and I used it to my advantage as often as I could.
As I danced, I looked over toward the bar. All the men standing there were staring at me, but one, in particular, caught my attention. His mysterious eyes, unruly hair, and chiseled features deserved more than a passing glance.
I caught his eye and smiled at him, moving my hips with more purpose, drawing more attention to my sexy self, but when I looked over at the bar again, he was gone. Slightly frustrated, I maneuvered through the sweaty bodies and went to the bar, perched my ass on a barstool, and ordered a drink.
“JD and coke, please, and plenty of ice.”
The bartender’s eyes drifted down my body, as I knew they would, same as the guy sitting to my right side. I was worth the look, dressed in an extremely short denim skirt and a sparkling black halter top. The bartender brought my drink to me and accidentally spilled some on the bar, as his eyes were busy staring at my tits.
“Sorry about that. Four bucks,” the bartender said as he toweled the spill.
“I’ll get that,” a deep, rich voice behind me spoke, with an arm reaching around my shoulder, handing the bartender a five-dollar bill, and added, “Keep the change.”
I smiled and turned to thank the man for buying my drink. My smile widened when I was suddenly facing the man I spotted at the bar moments ago. He was even more stunning up close. His dark eyes held a mystery about him. I wanted to run my fingers through his unruly hair. Some guys can leave their hair uncombed, and it makes them look sexy. He was one of those.
After I gained my voice to speak, I said, “Thank you.”
He nodded and walked away. What the fuck?! I thought to myself, frowning. I wasn’t used to nonchalance from men. Usually, they can’t get enough this sexy southern belle. It’s even become annoying at times. I grabbed my drink and hurried my steps until I caught up with him.
“What? Are you just going to buy me a drink and then walk away?”
“That’s what I’m doing, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it looks that way. But why?”
“I knew you’d follow.”
My mouth dropped open, and I stopped. It was awkwardly different. Why would this guy buy me a drink if he was not attracted to me? But then why was he acting so cold to me? In any other circumstance, I would have turned around and gone back to the bar. But once again, I hurried my steps to catch up with him. I took a seat at the table where he was seated. I saw that he was watching me, a smug grin on his lips that made him look all the more attractive.
“I’m Beverly.”
“Mike. Nice to meet you, Beverly.”
“Likewise.”
We eyed each other like predators circling their prey. I used my assets, crossing my legs slowly, pleased to see that his eyes covered every inch of my curvy thighs and calves as I crossed my legs, and seductively dangled my shoe. I picked up my drink and took a sip, running my tongue across my lips seductively as I placed my glass on the table. He wasn’t very talkative. His eyes did most of his talking, and his good looks made up for his lack of conversation.
“So, Mike, what do you do for a living?” I asked. It was a lame question, but I was trying to get a conversation started.
“Look, Beverly. How about we cut out the bullshit small-talk and cut to the chase. The first thing I thought of when I saw you out on the dance floor was – I wonder if she shaves her pussy,” he said and paused to watch the surprised look on my face. Then he continued with a much bolder statement. “I want to fuck you, and I know you want the same from me. I can see it in your eyes. So finish your drink and let’s get the fuck out of here.”
The shoe that I was dangling slipped from my toes and hit the floor as I was trying to absorb what he was saying. Was he thinking of me as nothing more than a slut, an easy target willing to open my legs for him? Damn it! He was right! I did want to fuck him, but I didn’t want to make myself look too-easy about it.
“You are very sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
“Yes, as you are. You know what you’re doing, dressed to provoke, and shaking your ass like a sixties go-go girl. You can use some improvement on that. I’m leaving now. It’s your choice whether you come with me or not.”
I stared at him, with my mouth agape, as he stood up and left the club. After he insulted me like that, did he expect me to get up and follow him like some desperate whore? What an asshole! I had never been spoken to like that before in my life. So why was I gulping down the last of my drink, and hurrying outside to catch up with him?
I spotted him striding down the dimly-lit street, never looking back. “Mike!” I yelled.
He didn’t turn around or show any sign that he had heard me. I shook my head angrily and jogged after him, cursing my high heels that slowed my pace. Halfway to him, I hopped along, taking off my heels, and continued my pursuit on the dirty sidewalk in my bare feet. Panting, I fell into step beside him.
“Slow down, for fuck sake!” I said breathlessly.
“You decided to come.”
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
“Yes, you are,” he said, offering me his hand. I took it, completely confused. I had no idea what kind of a game he was playing, but I couldn’t help being intrigued by his actions. We walked for several minutes, hand-in-hand, not saying a word. There was no reason for me to put my shoes back on since the bottoms of my feet were already dirty. Besides, the coolness of the sidewalk was soothing to my feet.
He stopped suddenly and let go of my hand. I thought for a moment that he was going to tell me to fuck off, but instead, he pulled out a key and opened the lobby door of the apartment building in front of us. He stepped inside. Being a gentleman, he might have held the door open for me, but he didn’t, and I had to grab it before it shut.
I followed him to his first-floor apartment. I walked in after him and noticed that it was a typical bachelor pad. The walls were painted a deep blue with several framed posters hanging at crooked angles. The furniture looked tarnished and well-used. I noticed the large flat-screen on the wall that was on, with a music station playing soft jazz. He had the lighting in the apartment down low, as if he was purposely setting the atmosphere to woo a woman.
“Have a seat. I’ll get you a drink. Jack Daniels, right?”
“Yeah, thanks.”
I set my shoes on the side of the couch. Then I sat down and crossed my legs, wondering why in the hell was I letting this egotistical guy lead me on? My thoughts faded when Mike came back into the room, carrying a drink in each hand. He sat down next to me, handed me a glass. Then he slung his arm casually around my shoulders.
“You’re a pretty woman, Beverly. You’re smart and sexy. So what are you doing picking up guys in a dive like that one?”
I raised my brows. “I could ask you the same question, but I didn’t think you were interested in bullshit small-talk.”
“You’re right. I’m not.”
Mike took the glass from my hand and placed it on the floor next to his. He leaned over and pressed his lips to mine, kissing me softly. I responded gladly to his warm kiss, and I parted my lips, allowing his tongue to meet mine. His hand found its way to my bare thigh, squeezing my flesh gently. The kiss turned more passionate, and I ran my hand through his unruly hair and held his face to mine.
He slowly ended our kiss and said, “Shall we move this into the bedroom?”
I nodded my response, slightly out of breath from the ferocity of his kiss. I took his hand and followed him down the narrow hallway that led to his bedroom. It’s wasn’t much, just a small room dominated by a king-size bed, but I found no reason to complain since I wasn’t there to inspect his furnishings.
He closed the door behind him. Music playing on the big screen in the living room was also playing through the speakers in the bedroom. I also heard the rustling of clothes behind me. When I turned around, I saw Mike standing completely naked in front of me. My eyes set upon his muscled chest golden by the dim lighting. My eyes drifted down his washboard abs to one of the most impressive dicks I had ever had the pleasure of seeing.
As I stood there with my wordless mouth open, Mike smirked and laid on his bed, supporting his weight on his elbow, with a fixed gaze on me.
“Are you going to stand there gazing at my cock? Or are you going to take your clothes off?”
I laughed. Mike was such a brash character! I slowly ran my fingers up over my waist, intending to give him a good show. I ran my hands up my sides and over my breasts, my eyes never leaving his. Swaying to the music, I reached behind to undo the straps that held my halter top together and let it fall to the floor around my feet. Slowly moving my hands to my breasts, I tilted my head to the side with a sensual sigh through my opened lips as I caressed them through the soft material of my black strapless bra. I felt my nipples harden, straining against the lace under my fingers.
“You’re fucking sexy, do you know that?”
I ignored Mike’s comment. Instead, I slid my hands down the shallow curvature of my tanned belly and over my hips. I slowly unzipped my skirt, and with a slight wiggle, I lowered it down my long sexy legs, revealing the black thong that matched my bra, and moved closer to the bed. I noticed that Mike had his cock in his hand, slowly stroking it. I was very pleased with myself as I watched it grow.
I placed a knee on the bed while standing with one foot on the floor and looked down at him. Reaching behind my back, I unhooked my bra and let it drop from my breasts and land on the bed. He picked up the bra and felt it between his fingers while he gazed at my naked breasts.
“What size are they?” he asked.
“34-C.”
“Heavy and firm, luscious nipples. Very nice,” Mike replied.
Although he made it sound like my tits were up for auction, I liked the way he described them. I smiled and moved my hands once more over my breasts, slowly tracing the circle of my dark areolas with my fingertips. My nipples swelled beneath my touch and tingled excitedly, and my chest expanded as I drew in a deep breath.
Mike maneuvered himself on the bed, his cock now fully hard and in dire need of attention. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow and asked, “How big is it?”
Mike laughed. “Big enough to fit in that mouth of yours and stop you from talking.”
Another insult, but I allowed myself to laugh. There was something about this man that I couldn’t put my finger on. He was rude, he was conceited, and a total egotistical bastard, yet I couldn’t resist him. I had never experienced anyone like him before. I was used to men falling at my feet and treating me like a princess. But, for some reason, I was having fun with this unexpected change of menu.
“Just hope I don’t bite it off,” I said as I moved my body between his legs and ran my hands up his muscular thighs.
Looking up at Mike’s eyes, I lowered my lips to his hard shaft. Kissing it softly, and using my tongue to caress the head of his cock. Then I opened my mouth and slowly took his length between my tongue and palate. I could hear Mike groan quietly as my saliva mingled with his cock. When it comes to foreplay, I am very good with my mouth, and I’ve always had a deep hunger for cock and the taste of semen.
While I worked my mouth on his cock, I slid my hand down to his balls and gently grazed them with my polished nails. I tightened my lips around his hard veiny shaft, and slid them up to his swollen knob, and then down to the base, taking him down my throat as my fingers massaged his hefty balls. Mike began squirming his hips as a sign of becoming overwhelmed by my erotic ministrations.
I pulled my mouth away, licking the underside of Mike’s cock as I went. I looked into his eyes and saw such enjoyment that I had to give him more. Leaning back down, I took him in my mouth again, my hair fell forward against his stomach and thighs, tickling him slightly. As I licked and sucked on him, I felt his hand at the back of my neck, gently stroking my hair. I traced my tongue over the purple veins of his cock, I bobbed my head up and down, taking his impressive girth in and out of my hungry mouth. I slid my lips along his shaft as I pulled my head away, sitting back on my heels.
“Come here and kiss me. I want to taste my cock on your lips,” Mike said.
I did as he asked and moved up beside him and tilted my face to him. He stroked my neck softly and kissed me. He tasted himself on my lips and pulled me closer to him. “Come here, you sexy little bitch,” Mike said as he jerked me in his arms. “I like the way you sucked my cock. I can tell you were deeply into it. I bet you would let me cum in your mouth. Am I right? Do you like getting nasty like that?”
It was the dirtiest comment I had ever received from a man, but hearing him talking dirty to me turned me on, and made my pussy that much wetter. Mike cleared my hair from my face and leaned forward, his lips brushing my earlobe. I shivered from the moist touch of his lips as he kissed his way back to my lips.
Mike drew from my lips after a long passionate kiss and slowly reached out with both hands for my breasts. I arched a little as he squeezed them, teasing my hard nipples with his thumbs. I have the most sensitive breasts ever. I had made myself orgasm just by playing with my sensitive nipples. I bit my lower lip, smiling as his thumbs circled my areolas.
I closed my eyes and heard myself hiss when he lowered his mouth to my breasts and took one erect nipple between his lips. “Feels good, huh?” he asked after he popped my wet nipple from his mouth.
“Oh, yes…do the other one,” I replied and turned my other breast toward him.
The way his mouth devoured my tits felt like he was sucking honey from my teats, causing delicious sensation coursing through my body. His hands moved slowly down my sides until they reached the band of my thong. Slowly, he slid it down my legs. I pulled my knees up for his reach to remove it from my dirty feet.
He continued to pleasure my breasts, massaging one with his hand while suckling on the other. My nipples were hard enough to cut glass. I shed a chorus of moans persuading him to continue devouring my breasts. In the meantime, he slid his other hand down between my legs and tested the moisture in my pussy as he slipped his long middle finger inside me.
“Ohhh…” I softly moaned and spread my legs open wide. Mike’s thumb sought out my clitoris, which was erect and throbbing while probing my hot juicy depths. He rolled my clit under his thumb while pushing his middle finger inside my dripping pussy, along with his mouth and tongue teasing my nipples into a state of frenzy. I moaned again, louder this time, and more continuously as his foreplay was almost too much for me to handle.
Mike was turning my body into a state of madness that had me longing for his cock. I pulled away from him and straddled his thighs. I positioned myself above his cock, which he held steady in his hand, and slowly lowered myself until I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my wet gash. Then he grabbed my hips and pulled me down gently onto his hard dick.
I leaned forward slightly and gripped Mike’s thick shoulders, digging my nails into his hot flesh. Feeling his hard, thick cock that penetrated my body felt so pleasurable, my mouth gaped, and I drooled on his chest. Embarrassing for me, but he seemed to enjoy it. Mike kept a hold on my hips as he guided me up and down his length, as we both enjoyed the hot sensations coming from fucking each other.
“You’re so fucking hot, baby, and tight! I love the way you fuck, Beverly,” Mike groaned as I squeezed my pussy around his shaft, heightening the sensations.
I finally had the upper hand. Mike was enjoying my pussy too much to think about being arrogant with me. It was my turn to tease him. “You like my pussy, baby?”
“Oh, yeah,” he moaned. I smiled and lifted my hips, teasing him, lifting until just the tip of his cock was inside me, and then I sank, taking him deep into my warm juicy depths. He thrust his hips each time I lowered on his rod. Mike was gaining control of me again as his hard thrusts were stirring the beginnings of an orgasm. I dug my nails deeper into his shoulders as I pushed myself harder on his cock, grinding my clit against his pelvis. I looked into his eyes as my orgasm began to sweep over my body.
“Ohhhhh…Ohhhhh…Oh, fuck! Oh, Fuck!” I screamed as I threw my head back, thrusting my chest outward, stretching from the pleasurable orgasmic waves rushing through my body.
My screams settled into soft moans as I continued to ride him. I could feel my juices flowing from my pussy and down Mike’s big throbbing cock that was feeling even better to me now. Mike felt me slowing down, and he gripped my hips and turned me over onto my back. His cock never left my pussy. He fucked me hard, with fast thrusts, banging my cervix each time he bottomed out.
As his eyes took pleasure in watching my flushed face, and my chest rising and falling as my panting slowed, he pushed once more inside of me, exploding with a loud grunt, filling my steamy cunt with his hot, thick semen. He came a lot. I could feel each time he squirted and how it spread through my pussy.
He fell against me, pressing his face into my shoulder as he tried to catch his breath. Our bodies were hot and wet with sweat. I smiled and leaned over to kiss him. He responded, our lips pressed together for a couple of seconds, our hearts still racing.
“You had just given me the best sex that I’ve had in a while,” I said to him.
“It was great sex. That’s what I do,” Mike said, going back to his arrogant self.
“Oh? What makes you think you’re so fucking good?” I said as I was starting to get pissed. “I’ll bet you never had anyone as good as me!”
“Listen, love. You can either shut the fuck up and sleep here with me, or get dressed and forget we met,” he snarled.
I opened my mouth, intending to come out with a biting retort. But instead, I closed my mouth and snuggled down against Mike’s chest. After a moment, I felt his arm curl around my shoulder, holding me close to him. I could hardly believe that I was sticking around after the way he had spoken to me. But there was something special about Mike, and it did feel kind of nice getting knocked down a few pegs.
We slept together, and I gave him a marvelous blowjob the following morning. And he was right. I did enjoy swallowing his cum. In the end, he was worth the chase.
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