Chapter Three -- The First Morning
There was a dreamy sort of feel to things, but dreams are always hard to describe. I must have been pretty far gone and deeply asleep. There was an idea or sensation of a woman beside me, and I had a sense that something intimate was happening. The dream continued. I dreamt of kissing the woman beside me, and pressing her head down along my chest and abs, to my crotch, where something stiff was waiting.
Oh, how warm and wet this is. The dream goes on. This is great...a woman I scarcely know -- Who is she? What is her name? -- has my cock in her warm, wet mouth, and I want it to stay there...
I found myself fighting sleep, coming up as though from deep water. The dream turned out to be not a dream, because there really was a woman in my bed, and she had my cock part way down her throat!
The events of the previous evening all came back in a rush.
"Hey!" I exclaimed.
"Mmph," I heard from under the covers. I felt my cock slip from her mouth. "Hey what?"
Slowly I realized that a leather-gloved hand was gripping my cock and balls, and quite firmly at that. Jacqueline suddenly had my full attention.
"What time is it?" I asked, still groggy despite what was going on down below. I reached for the light.
"Who cares?" came the answer, and I felt the full length of my cock slip into her mouth and down her throat.
I looked over to the nightstand at the clock, but there was no clock there. Maybe it got knocked to the floor, I thought. Yeah. Who cares? I looked toward the window, expecting to see daylight. We'd pulled the night curtain before getting into bed, but there was no light to be seen around its edges. Just as I was about to ask another question of my talented fellatrix, she moved her legs up to my head. I gripped her legs and discovered she had put her boots on. My cock tightened a notch or two as she eased me from her mouth. I squeezed her lower legs through the leather of her boots. I was getting hot and hard, fast.
Oh, those boots: they weren't just made for walking, they were made for sitting on the sofa watching TV, they were made for relaxing at a corner pub, they were made for business meetings, they were made for the office. They were made for walking through a howling gale on a cold winter's night. They were made for a lot of things.
But right now, those boots were made for hot, horny sex. Right now, they were made for a good, stiff,
fucking.
"That's right," she said. Her hands stroked my cock as she spoke. "Seems there was a fire in the middle of the night, and my boots were the only footwear I could find so's I could go outside. And it was cold, so I needed my gloves." I felt her lick around the head of my shaft. "Hear the wind?"
"Fire?" I asked dimly. I listened, and heard howl and the flurries caressing the windows.
"Yeah, that's right. It's cold out there. And it was me on fire," came the muffled answer from under the covers. I heard a suppressed giggle, too. She swallowed my cock to the hilt this time.
Interesting fire, I thought as I pressed my hips up at her urging. I wondered fleetingly if Mr and Mrs Edward, from the elevator earlier, had known about the "fire" and gone outside away from the burning building themselves. Somehow I doubted they were experiencing the same fire Jackie and I now were. I covered the laughter at the thought by planting my face against one of her boots. The leather smelled delicious. I pulled her legs up until my face was between her thighs. Her legs were firm and well-toned, and my arousal grew as I ran my hands over her smooth skin and the soft leather of her boots; boots made for fucking. Her bare breasts pressed against my abs.
"So why...?" I began.
"Did I get dressed?" she asked, letting go of my cock again. She still hadn't come out from under the covers. Only her lower legs and part of her thighs, clad in her boots, were visible above the covers. I still hadn't seen her face. It would make a funny picture, I thought fleetingly.
"Yeah, now you mention it," I said. I pulled her closer and placed my lips to her pussy.
There was a sharp gasp as my tongue parted her inner lips.
"I told you, there was a fire."
Bullshit, I thought. "You'd have been damned cold out there, like this," I said, sucking hard on one side of her pussy as I spread her lips with my hand. I was feeling more and more awake as we went on. "I think the fire was right here."
"Ya- ya- ya... oh shit... don't stop," she pleaded. I stopped anyway.
"The fire's out, then?" I teased. I turned my head slightly and gently bit the inside of her thigh.
"Ow!" she exclaimed. "Do that again and you'll pay the piper!"
"Who's the piper?" I asked playfully. I bit her other thigh in the same way. "Is he wearing a kilt?"
"The piper's a
she
, bonehead. She's not wearing a kilt, and she has her pipe right here!" came the muffled answer. Suddenly I felt her teeth right on the skin of my ball sack, and none-too-gently. "How'th that anthweh youh quethion?" she asked. "Do it again. I'll bite hahdeh."
"Knock it off!" I said. "I'll make it up to you."
"How?" she asked, still not releasing me.
"I'll blow a load down your throat, you're not careful!"
"Not g'nough. Bethidth, I'm ve'y ca'ful."
"I'll fuck you 'til you can't move!"
"I think we-... we'th getting thomewhe'," she answered at last. She let go of my balls, and I quickly moved my hands to her head to keep her teeth away from me. I felt a strap round the back of her head. Curious, I sat up and wrapped one arm around her shoulders and the other under her chest. I threw off the covers and pulled her up to face me.
"What's this?" I asked.
"What's what?" she asked playfully.
"What's with the mask?" I asked, tracing a finger around the leather eye-mask she wore. Something about it was extremely hot. Maybe it was that only her eyes were visible, darting this way and that, blinking, occasionally catching my own eyes? Or the black leather that matched her gloves and boots? Or maybe just the wild nature it personified... it highlighted a mysterious, dangerous, wicked-and-wild sort of air. Not that she hadn't already shown something of that already. It was hard to reconcile this hot woman with the lady I'd just met that evening.
"Well, there was a fire, see," she began, and reached down and firmly grabbed my cock at the base along with a good handful of balls.
"So I heard," I said with effort.
