I sit down on Alycia's bed still wary of what is about to happen next. I am wondering if she might come out laughing at me, telling me it was all a prank or if she is going to knock me out and some men in medical suits will steal my organs. She approached me a few hours earlier which was already weird in itself women like her don't approach guys like me. When she said she didn't like drinking alone and I noticed I was the only guy sitting at the bar by himself, I pushed my suspicious nature aside.
My friends and I rate women on three different scales. The natural scale, the subjective scale, and the fantasy scale. The natural scale measures their natural beauty without any enhancements, the subjective scale takes into account makeup, surgical enhancement, and so on and finally the fantasy scale is all about our preferences; what we find physically attractive like hair colour, eye colour, height, body shape, etc.
Thanks to that, the perfect woman is a lot more difficult to find because someone on the low tier of the natural scale can be in the average tier of the subjective one and at the top tier of the fantasy scale. Alycia was the first who came up to a total of thirty. She had flawless skin, mesmerizing eyes, plump lips, an hourglass figure, and long legs along with other factors giving her a natural ten. Natural ten meant she had a subjective ten. What gave her the fantasy ten was her naturally curly red hair, her emerald green eyes, her busty chest, her flat stomach, her thin waist, her fat ass, and her thick thighs all things I liked in a woman since my teenage years.
Our conversation was pretty casual at first talking about us mostly and our honest opinion on different subjects. When she started flirting with me, that suspicious part of my brain that believe that nothing good ever happened to me started acting up. I was trying to find out what was wrong with her; that a woman who could get any guy would settle for an average guy like me. When I didn't find anything wrong with her, I was trying to figure out what her angle was; how was she going to take advantage of me.
Light touches, eye contact, flirtatious tone, and innuendos quickly turned to dirty talk, turn-ons, sexual preferences, and favourite porn. My brain was on high alert telling me this is a trap but she was intriguing and my curiosity got the best of me. Even if she was not trying to recruit me into a sex cult or if she was not a psychotic nympho, that woman would chew me up and spit me out into small pieces. The more we talked the tighter my pants felt and the wetter she was getting because for some reason my hand made it to her inner thigh; high up enough to feel her soaked panties.
She suggested I pay our bill while she got us a ride back to her apartment. I down the rest of my drink and paid our tab, the waiter gave me a knowing wink. Which threw me off a little, was she a high-class escort and she would at a later time ask for her payment. I didn't mind at all, I was too horny to care. When I got out of the bar, I didn't see anyone, was all that just for me to pay her tab? Then she whispered my name, I turned around to face where I thought her voice was coming from. I approached the alley next to the bar tentatively, she grabbed my arm and pulled me into her in a dark spot of the alley.
Alycia put her arms around my neck and told me we had ten to fifteen minutes before our ride would arrive. I knew exactly what to do from our earlier conversation, she wanted me to take charge, to tell her what I wanted her to do, and be in complete control. I was raised to be respectful so telling other people what to do is hard for me since I don't like being told what to do. I can give my opinion and suggests what I would do if I was in their place but for some reason, it came naturally to me. I pulled her closer to me and told her to spread her legs apart and lean back against the wall and place the palm of my hand against her wet panties.
I told her to move slowly and alternate from a circular motion to a come-and-go motion every once in a while. She tried to kiss me but I pulled back and whispered that she had to earn the right to kiss me. She moaned in frustration at that and breathily promised that she would be a good girl. Her laboured mouth breathing turned into whimpering and loud moans of pleasure. I pulled my hands away a few times to let her pleasure die down a little, reminding her I was in charge. I think she enjoyed it as her pleading was full of need and her eyes were lustful. We stopped when the car arrived and she groan in frustration. She gave the driver her address and we fondled each other in the back seat till we reached her apartment complex.
This brings us to now with me freaking out over what was going to happen next. I close my eyes and try to slow down my breathing. My heart rate goes down and my mind clears a little, you can do this I repeat to myself like a mantra. Then she emerges from the bathroom wearing a completely red attire because I mentioned that it was my favourite colour. She has stilettos, her tone legs are covered in stockings held by a lace garter belt. Her puffy labia are framed by her crotchless panties and her big boobs were held up by a demi bra. She even put on red lipstick and red eyeshadow and eyeliner. I thought she was perfect before I was pleasantly surprised that she can look even better.
"Damn..." I whisper, walking towards her. She smiles and bites her lower lip. She strikes a pose as I walk circling her, feasting my eyes on her lingerie-clad body. "Damn" I repeat standing in front of her.
"Touch me," she says needy almost pleading. I run my fingers lightly down her stomach stopping at her waist and then going back up. I watch closely as goosebumps erupted on her skin wherever I touch her. I place my free hand on the small of her hips and turn her around, she immediately arched her back as soon as she faces away from me. I ran my fingers along her back and her sides. I kept going along her sides till I reach her calves and then went back up. I then pull her into me and grab her boobs, she starts grinding against me as soon as her bum made contact with my crotch.
I kiss her neck and shoulder while massaging her breasts and rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. Her breath catches in her throat when I pinch her nipples, she reaches back to put her hand in my pants but I take a step back.
"Not yet," I say trying to sound authoritative, I want her to feel like being able to touch my penis was a reward. I pull away from her and sit on her bed again, "crawl to me sweetheart," I say, taking off my shirt. She gets to her hands and knees as quickly as she can, she arches her back a little and looks straight into my eyes. Her mesmerizing green orbs are glazed with lust, she approaches me like a feline in heat. I spread my legs, letting her know that it was her final destination. "Take off my pants," I command, she places her hands on my knees. She runs her hands up my legs and thighs, she unbuttons me and leans her head closer to the flap of my pants. She grabs the zipper with her teeth and unzips it.
