I left my office shortly after seven and took the elevator down to the street level. An Indian summer breeze hit my face as I walked across the street to the waterfront path across from the building. I hated deadlines, and this latest project had become a nightmare. Creativity was something that flowed when the juices flowed, but that mind set was rarely understood by management when a client wanted a graphic design done overnight.
Sometimes a walk along the water was enough to clear my head and help me relax and get an image or at least an idea. The sun had already set, reminding me of the shortened daylight that comes with fall. I had missed the sunset and the colors that had likely played against the water. Now all I would capture were the shadows of dusk.
I walked for twenty minutes before turning to head back towards my office. The beginnings of hunger rumbled in my stomach, but I pushed the thought away as I continued to watch the shadows play against the water. By the time I return to the area across from my office, darkness had nearly descended on the water and I was still no closer to an idea than when I had started my walk.
That's when I saw her standing by the railing, staring as the ripples below. She seem oblivious to the wind whipping her short, flowered dress up at the hem and threatening to expose her bottom to the world. I wondered if she knew how beautiful she looked in the darkness with her hair blowing behind her, or if she knew how dangerous this part of town was at night. I continued in her direction until I stopped just a foot away. She turned and looked at me. Her eyes glistened, as if they were wet with tears, but her face was dry.
"Are you all right?" I asked placing my hand on the railing next to hers.
"Yes," she answered with a short laugh and then looked back out at the water. "Why, do I look like I'm going to jump?"
"No... not really." How could I tell her why I had stopped? I didn't even know myself. "It's just... it's kind of dangerous around here after dark."
She looked back at me and grinned very mischievously. My cock twitch inside my trousers in response.
"Maybe that's what I need," she said staring into my eyes. "A little danger."
I chuckled to relieve the tension she was causing inside of me. "Be careful what you ask for," I joked. "You just might get it." She looked back out to the water as I scrambled to think of some way to continue talking to her. "Look," I said. "I was going to have a drink and a bite to eat. How about joining me?"
She looked back into my eyes without speaking and I waited as she contemplated my offer. "I know it doesn't sound very dangerous, but eating over there can be very risky." She laughed at my attempt at humor and then looked across the street at the restaurant.
"OK... sure," she answered, trying to act nonchalant about her decision.
"I'm Chad," I said holding out my hand. "Although I don't have a criminal record... I'm sure it's just a matter of time."
"Marion," she said sliding her delicate hand inside of mine. My cock twitched again as I thought about her soft hand caressing me. I released it after a reasonable length of time and touched her elbow to lead her across the street.
"Do you always find your dinner dates out on the waterfront?" she asked as we sat down in a corner booth.
"No, but I may start going out there more often." Her auburn hair hung in soft curls just below her shoulders and she pushed it back nervously as I stared at her. I had never seen such beautiful green eyes before or a mouth quite so luscious.
"So, what are you in the mood for?" I asked opening the menu. "Besides danger?" She left her menu closed and I had a feeling the hunger she had did not involve food.
"Tequila, I think..." she grinned. "Or wine if they don't serve liquor."
I closed the menu, leaned back in the booth and stared at her, grinning as I watched her eyes. Something told me that it was going to be an evening I would remember the rest of my life.
"Can I take your order?" asked the waiter.
I stared at her and smiled as I gave him the order. "Two shots of Curevo Gold and two Dos Equis." He took the menus and left us staring at each other. "So is danger something you look for on a regular basis?" I asked leaning across the table towards her. I found myself staring at the hollow of her collar bone, wondering what it would feel like to run my tongue over that spot.
"No," she said looking over at the bar, avoiding my eyes.
"Why tonight?"
"I don't know... just a mood I guess." She turned back and looked at me. "Haven't you ever woke up one day and wonder what the hell happened?"
"I feel that way every day when I wake up." It was a frail attempt at humor and I wished afterward that I would have kept it to myself. "I'm sorry... go on." She sat quietly and I wondered if she was going to tell me the rest. The waiter returned with the drinks and she waited until he was gone to continue.
"It just hit me today for some reason," she said, licking her left hand from thumb to forefinger, then lightly dabbing the area with salt. "My whole life has become predictable and safe... ."
She lapped the salt, tossed the shot of tequila back in her mouth, squeezed the lime behind it, and chased it with her beer. Her lips puckered as she swallowed, and my cock ached watching her tongue run back and forth over her mouth catching the drops of salt.
"...and it's killing me." I followed her lead and downed my shot, feeling it warm my stomach even with the cold beer behind it. Screw the clients tonight. I needed her right now more than I needed a job. She opened her eyes and smiled at me, letting out a relaxed sigh.
"Feel better?" I asked. "Getting there," she laughed.
"Well, sometimes I think you just have to just rattle your own cage. Maybe today's your day."
"I think you're right," she said leaning her elbows on the table and cupping her beautiful face in her hands.
"Of course I'll do all I can to help you in any way." I flashed her a devilish grin and she closed her eyes and shook her head laughing.
"I have a feeling that you really would."
"You name it. I'm yours. Just tell me what you want."
"I think that would take two shots of tequila," she said laughing.
"No problem." I slid out of the booth and headed towards the bar, returning with two more shots of tequila. I sat them down in front of us and raised one in a salute as I stared at her. It wasn't a dare really, but more of a confirmation of my willingness to take the evening as far as she wanted to go. She held my stare as she prepared the salt and lime for her second shot. Her eyebrow raised seductively and she winked at me as she reached over and clinked my shot glass with hers.
"To dangerous evenings!" she toasted.
"Indeed!" Heads back, mouths open, lips pursed, throats burning, hearts beating just a little faster, we downed the shots. Her mouth hung open that time as she let out a shallow gasp, sinking deeper into the feeling of the evening. My own buzz told me I had enough nerve to do just about anything she wanted and I was ready to hear what was on her wish list.
"OK, Marion," I said leaning my face across the table as if to reach her lips. "How can I be of service to you this evening?" She gently pushed her empty shot glass to the side and leaned over the table leaving only inches between our mouths. The moment buzzed in my head like a dream until my cock throbbed against my shorts, reminding me of the reality.
"I want something a little rough," she said staring at my lips.
"How rough?" I asked staring at her mouth. She smiled, flashing her perfect white teeth. I licked my lips in response, wanting to run my tongue over them.
"Well, no marks obviously. I just want to be... forced."
"Force to do what, if I may ask?"
"Whatever you want me to do," she said looking down at her hands.
This, I knew, would be no problem for me tonight. I was already hard enough to take her whether she wanted me to or not. "And what about you," I asked. "What do you want me to do to you?"
"Nothing," she said moving her eyes over my hands.
"Nothing?" I repeated.
She shook her head no.
"No cuddling, no licking your pussy for hours, no sweet whispers about how beautiful you are?" She looked up and tried to laugh, but bit her lip, stopping herself from saying what she was about to say.
"Tell me," I said.
"I get enough of that at home."
"Fair enough," I said grabbing my beer and chugging the remainder. "Let's go!" If we were going to do this, I figured we had better take advantage of the therapeutic confidence of the tequila. I dropped more than enough money to cover the tab and stood, hoping that my erection was at least discrete. "Go where?" she asked sitting up and getting a hit of reality.
"Next door... to my office."
It was her moment of truth as I waited at the edge of the booth. She reached for her purse and slowly slid out, taking my hand as I reached for her. We walked out the door and down the block without speaking. When we approached my office, I reached in my pocket, pulled out my security card and swiped it across the sensor, releasing the lock on the door. We continued in silence through the lobby and up the elevator to the top floor, where I led her to the corner office.
"Nice office," she said setting her purse down on one of the guest chairs. She turned and looked at me when she heard the lock click behind her. It was more for our privacy than to prevent her escape, but I enjoyed the startled effect it had on her. I took my jacket off while she watched and draped it on the back of the chair.
"Take your dress off, Marion," I said leaning against the side of my desk.
"Can we take this kind of slow, Chad?" she asked watching my hands.
I walked over to her slowly, and with a quick movement, I grabbed her wrists and turned her face against the wall. With my other hand I reached into her hair and pulled her head back towards my face. "No, Marion," I whispered inches away from her ear. "We're going to do it now." If she wanted rough, I was going to give her everything she wanted. "Take it off or you'll go home with a torn dress."
I let go of her hands, but kept her pressed against the wall. She reached behind and slowly unzipped the dress. She slid the dress off of her shoulders and let it drop to the floor, leaving her only in her white lace bra and panties. I knew I had died and gone to heaven.
I turned her around and pulled her up against me. My hands had a mind of their own as they felt every curve and crevice of her body in rhythm with my lips tasting her sweet mouth. She was as delicious as I had imagined. With one arm around her waist, I ran my fingers through her hair and then suddenly pulled her head back. Her eyes were wild and I knew that I was giving her what she had wanted.
I grabbed both breasts and bit at her nipples through the white lace until they were hard and pressing against the fabric. She tried to push my mouth away when I increased the pressure, and I grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her back, pressing her against my hard cock.
"No Marion," I said biting her neck. "You wanted it rough, remember?"
"Yes," she hissed closing her eyes.
"Did you bring a condom with you?" I groaned in her ear.
"No," she said suddenly coming out of her sexual trance.
"Then you're going to have to suck my cock really good, Marion."
A smile escaped the corner of her mouth as I brought her hands forward and placed them over my belt buckle. She opened my trousers as I pinched her nipples, harder and harder until she was squirming to get away from me. Her soft fingers slipped inside of my shorts and across the top of my ass and I reached around with one hand and grabbed her ass in response. "Oh god, you feel good," I moaned, biting the crook of her neck. "Touch my cock. Now!"
I couldn't wait any longer to feel those delicate fingers around me. She obeyed quickly, moving her hands to the front and reaching down to pull it out of my shorts. Her hands felt like velvet as she stroked my cock with one hand and reached under and cupped my balls with the other. "Yeah," I whispered rolling her nipple between my fingers. "Touch it real nice." She was doing such a great job that I knew I had to keep her moving or I would certainly come more quickly than either of us wanted.
"Get down on your knees in front of me, Marion," I said pulling her hands away. She looked up at me as she knelt down and I stared into her beautiful green eyes.
"Now spread your legs far apart." She looked confused and I stuck my shoe between her knees and pressed her legs apart.
"That's better," I said sitting on the edge of my desk so that her mouth was parallel with my hard cock. "Now, I want you to stroke your pussy for me while you suck my cock." She hesitated and I reached my hand through her thick hair and grabbed a handful, pulling her face closer to the throbbing monster.
"Stick that lovely hand in your wet panties and make yourself come while you're sucking me, Marion."
Her right hand slid inside her bikini panties and started to rub as she grasped my cock with the other. I dropped my trousers and shorts to the floor as her tongue slithered up the bottom of my cock to the tip and slowly circled the head.
"Yes," I hissed through clenched teeth. "Keep going."
I stroked her soft hair as her mouth continued down my shaft until her lips brushed against the hair on my groin. She slowly pulled her mouth back up to the tip and sucked the head with several short strokes until I could feel my balls starting to tighten.
"Stroke your pussy faster," I groaned as she took my entire cock in her mouth again. I grabbed her hair and pushed my cock down her throat, feeling her moan of excitement send a vibration up my cock.
"Yeah, baby... suck it good." As I pulled her hair harder, her moaning increased and I knew I was about to come. I grabbed my cock from her hand and pulled it out of her mouth.
"Rub your pussy faster," I said hitting her lips with my cock. "I want to hear you come." She was working it hard as she tried to catch my cock against her lips. I raised my balls up over her mouth and ran them over her tongue as I held myself in check. "Faster!" I said gripping her hair anew. "Come for me!"
"Yes!" she whimpered, getting closer to her own orgasm.
"Faster.... come while I fuck your mouth." I pushed it in, grabbing her hair with both hands. She started to scream as I exploded over her hot tongue and her smooth throat, groaning with each spurt of cum from my balls. Her body shook as she screamed, half choking on my load. In that moment I was as ruthless as she had wanted, caring only for my own need - using her as a means to my own pleasure.
As we both quieted, I pulled her to her feet and kissed her bruised lips, tasting the remnants of my cum on her tongue. Her passion was still as strong as mine as we held each other and touched. I cupped her ass in my hands as I held her against me, making a mental note to always keep condoms in my desk drawer.
"I should get going pretty soon," she whispered into my neck.
"I know," I said holding her closer. "I hope I gave you what you were looking for."
"Yes," she said looking into my eyes and kissing me softly. "It was just what the doctor ordered."
I released her body and pulled up my trousers as she retrieved her dress from the floor. She was easily the most beautiful woman I had ever had the chance of holding in my arms, let alone wrapped around my cock. I reached across my desk and grabbed a business card out of the holder.
"If the doctor ever suggests another dose, please call me," I said handing her the card. "I'll be better prepared next time."
She took the card and turned to let me zip her dress. "So will I."
"Come on," I said handing her the purse from the chair. "I'll walk you to your car."
She brushed her hair away from her face with a laugh. "Yes... that was enough danger for one night."
