She was posing, always posing, as if waiting for the inevitable flash. She saved the smiled though, her mouth always in a pout. She kept her scarlet red lips, pursed in a kiss that could burn down the house around her. Her bright blue bedroom eyes sparkled like dewdrops. The very airs around her smelled like a rainbow, both exotic and innocent in the very same whiff.
This night the black dress clung to her breast and just barely allowed them to bounce as she slowly moved from step to step. She concentrated on every movement. You couldn't see it in her face but if you watched as she descended down the long staircase, you knew that nobody moves like that by accident, even as natural to her as it was. Her smooth black dress jutted up and down at the top, dancing just above and then below her nipple line. Before she could even hear the music her body began swaying to the beat.
I watched her pale thighs moving out from behind the velvet curtain that was the bottom of that dress. I say bottom but honestly when caught in the ebb and flow of that dress, there was no real hemline. There was a wonderfully lovely split that commanded your attention to her legs. However, I couldn't tell you whether the dress was long or short. I only remember seeing that flash of ivory, that silvery, slippery pearl-like flesh peering out at me, at everyone.
Her way was to make you feel like you were the only one there; her red lips, blue eyes, pale skin, even down to that black dress, all for you. Everyone felt that way about her; men, women, married, single- it really didn't matter. I don't really know if she was bisexual, or if she had ever been with a married man, I only thought about what I wanted.
She gave you permission to be selfish, to think only of yourself without compromise or consequence. Your mind would go to depths of needs you never dreamed you had. You considered doing things you never knew you wanted to do. You thought of depravities that seemed to have been planted there long ago, just under the dirt. Now with her heat as your sunlight and the very salivation from your lips, this would grow.
Things that you pushed out of your mind, you wouldn't allow yourself to think about. She wanted you to think about them, she pulled them from your mind like the purple ribbons of a corset. Tight, straining against the flesh, threatening to tear into that delicate skin; until all at once, released. Suddenly, you were free to breathe.
She reached that bottom step after what seemed to take forever. For as long as I can remember, at every single event that we have both attended; my first vision of her is always her entrance via long staircases. It's like some eternal loop that I'm caught in that keeps me returning to that sensuous mind fuck. There's no other word for it, it is her way of screwing with your mind, of fucking your brains out, one memory at a time; until the only thing you can think of is her and when you will see her again.
How long would before she would be there again, stroking your ego with her glances. Her eyes trailing from deadlocked with yours to hungrily devouring you visually.Looking as if licking you from head to torso, as if her very stare were extension of her tongue. Then her gaze would change, almost instantly her head would cock to one side with curiosity. Playfully she smiled, as if to question what I could possibly be thinking of.
My face filled with fire, blushing and burning at the same time. The red color speckled like spider web across my cheeks. While my mouth became dry and my legs shook, she shifted her eyes downward, past my chest, down further than my stomach. While pacing herself to linger at my navel just long enough to make the room spin before she continued down to look down to the area between my thighs.
The tightening immeasurable as she changed her smile to the smallest "o" position. I concentrated on that tiny little opening wet and hot; as my erection pressed against the zipper, I felt it biting into the sensitive flesh. More importantly, I felt myself not caring. My face contorting with discomfort, I still watched her. The hardening becoming all- painful, and yet I could not tear my eyes away from her mouth. That is until she slid one finger gently to her lips then inside her mouth, sucking and then slowly moved from one side of her chest to the other, like the beginnings of a cross.
I felt my stomach jerk, and my eyes began to water as the metal tore the foreskin slightly, the warm red liquid rising to the top. Without missing a beat she licked her tongue out long and without reserve, allowing it to slightly smear those bright red lips. That scarlet image was as if she had licked the blood away herself. I needed out, I needed air. I forced myself to look away and saw my salvation in the patio door across the room. As I made my steps, I prayed that she wouldn't follow me; then I prayed that she would.
I jerked the slider open allowing the cool October air to wash over me like a cold shower. The breeze pushed the trees, forcing them to bend at its will. That thought caused the heat in my legs to begin to rise again. I hadn't even had a chance to check on my little injury yet. At that particular moment I had not even thought about whether I had completely closed the slider. As I heard it slam shut behind me, I realized I had not. My heart pounded and the breath that sustained it began to slam against my chest violently. Had my prayers been answered? One way or another they had.
