mints
This man picks me up in my hotel room and takes me out to dinner, and talks about his love and his jewels and his petals and his bed, and throughout the entire meal I am eyeing the couple across the room and how they have long given up talking, so they eat their dinner with the resignation of daily crumbs, the morning sex and the afternoon quickies now on top of the dessert, and there is not even a cherry on the sundae or an espresso in the end, so when this man asks me if I want coffee I say yes, I want to be up the entire night, and he laughs because he doesn’t understand that I am talking about him. He does the four course meal, the hundred dollars check, the raising from his chair when I announce I need to go to the bathroom, the checking his messages quickly when I am away, and, still, all I can think of as we get inside this taxi is about the couple sitting across from us and how they will not have sex tonight, and suddenly I feel guilty and turn to this man and say let’s skip the play, I want you to fuck me all night long, and the cab driver almost hits the car in front of him and this man laughs and, despite the seriousness in my eyes, caresses my cheek with his dexterous fingers and says you will have to wait, babe, but it will be worth it, so when we get to the theater I go into my silent mode and watch the play thinking about the couple in the restaurant, and how I never want to end up like that, livestock with no life inside, and I reach for his cock in the dark just to make sure it is there, and he starts to get hard under my fingers and looks annoyed but I don’t stop, and only when he has got a full erection between his legs and his balls are tight and close to his body I place my hands on my lap and turn my eyes to the stage, dazzled by the aquarium they were able to reproduce on the back wall.
I pretend I do not notice his is fidgeting in his seat.
So there is intermission and I refuse to stand up, and I ask him to fetch me a coke and some mints, and he does so annoyed because, I swear, he thought he was going to do me in the bathroom, but now I just let the mints roll around in my mouth, my tongue playing with the little white drops, coke burning my sensitive tongue, and I have to swallow every time he asks me a question and yes, I have seen this play, yes, I have read the text, yes, I have seen the movie bought the book listened to the cd masturbated to the main character envied both women cried at the end. He asks if I am upset and I lick his earlobe briskly when I whisper I am just really, really horny, and he shudders and has no time to think before lights go out, and I laugh inside because he expects my hand on his cock again but this time I am playing an imaginary piano over my knees that follows the soothing intonation and accent of the British actor who plays my major crush in this failed love story. We walk back to my hotel talking about love and London and photograph and long red hair, and he wraps himself around my shoulders and caresses my neck with gloved fingers and I moan right there, crossing the streets, and his eyes turn darker in the middle of the night and he starts walking faster, and we stand far from each other in the elevator, four eyes on the floor display, his cock raising and my legs melting, and I hand him the key because I just tremble too much.
He closes the door with a soft click. I am already bending over the bed.
He holds my hips from behind and rubs his hard cock on my skirt, his fingers digging deep into my skin, and I try to pull my shirt up but he has no time for this, and his feet part my legs his hand undoes his belt and his cock is out before I know it. He pulls me up by my bra, arms encircling my waist, and penetrates me while I am standing, and for a second it stings but his fingers are on my clit and I am getting wetter already, and he pulls my right leg and places my foot on the bed, and by then my hair is down and disheveled, dark fingers around my nipple, his tongue on my neck and I am moaning and urging him to go faster, but he has other plans and pulls his cock out of me, sliding it up my ass, moist covering the soft skin, and he goes inside my cunt again this time sliding in more easily, and my nails on his forearms and his fingers on my clit and I refuse to cum just yet, so I think again about the couple in the restaurant and how they would love to be watching this, this man fucking me madly in the dark, bed still unmade, and I can almost see them sitting by the window, hand in hand, smiling approvingly at us, and when the husband’s eyes look for the wife’s face I ask him not to cum inside me but on my back, so he pushes me down and claws my hips with long fingers, his cock buried deeper inside of me, and he is breathing heavily while I watch the couple watching us, and I think I wink at them seconds before I feel his cum dripping on my back, before I collapse into a body shattering orgasm.
I cum with this cock caressing my ass and his hands spreading sperm all over my back.
I like the weight of his cock on my butt cheeks, and I tell him that between a sigh or two. He wants to cuddle in bed. I think we do. This man wakes me up fucking me slowly at the first sights of the morning, and when I look at the window the old couple is gone. He says he likes the way my cunt feels around his cock on a Sunday, this man. I close my eyes because of the sun. But deep down I don’t want this man to take me to church, or to meet his friends, or to have him in love with me. I just want to see myself reflected in his eyes for a morning. Just for a morning.
December 2012