Clear skies, a slight breeze, it's an idyllic October Day. We are sitting inside next to the window and I feel the warm rays of light touch my legs. It's the sort of day I would normally be out walking the trails by my house. Instead, I have come into the city to meet him again. I can't stay away. There's a deep silence and I smile briefly, looking him in the eye. I am about to reach out and touch his hand then I remember, I'm not going to seduce him. He's going to seduce me. I know he wants me.
He leans over the table and whispers softly, "Did you bring me anything?"
"Yes of course," I reply, suddenly feeling my cheeks flush.
I know we had been talking about this for a while, but was it really going to happen now?
"I'm so nervous," I confess.
"Do you still want to do this?" he smiles, cutting the tension a bit.
"Oh I want to." I reply assertively and rise from the table and head to the door. I hand him a small shopping bag as we exit the cafe. I feel the icy autumn tinge in the wind as it drifts up my skirt. At the corner we stop. He stands at my side, but not too close, as if we are strangers, which, in essence, we are. I am impatient waiting for the light to change. As I wait, I observe my destination, the orange doorway to the 4 storey parking garage.
I walk a little ahead of him and pull open the heavy door. I enter the stairwell and the door closes with a weighted crash. Silence. Ahead is the ascent. Taking a deep breath, I climb 3 flights of stairs and pause on the landing. I hear the door slam below and my belly quivers with anticipation as i hear his footsteps scuff on the cement as he climbs to me.
We make eye contact as he approaches me and murmurs quietly, "Hello beautiful", as his hands grasp my waist, pulling me close. I can feel the heat of them on this cool day. There are chills my iced coffee has left inside me but they start to thaw as his hands move under my jacket and briefly skim my bare skin. I close my eyes and expel a ragged breath as his lips brush my forehead, my cheeks and my lips. It is all too fast before he tightens his grip to guide me and turn me around facing away from him. My hands instinctively grip the frigid metal stair railing as he pulls at my hips, walking me backwards so i am bent over. I feel his knee wedge between my legs forcing them apart. The frosty air here in the stairwell is even colder against my bare skin. Bare at the top of my stockings and a so very bare pussy with no panties to cover it.
He backs away and leaves me in this position under his gaze. I feel incredibly sexy and dangerous and vulnerable. The thrill of a secret meeting, hidden here, and yet so public is an intoxicating combination of emotion.
He lowers down behind me. Then i feel his reassuring hands again. Starting at the top of my leather boots, trailing up my stockings, to their lace tops. When he reaches the curve of my bare ass i hear the distinctly male sound of approval as he flips my skirt up to reveal all.
His hands are quickly between my legs. His fingers do not wait, pulling at my pussy lips, pinching them, holding them open. Warm breath and a scratch of stubble followed by the soft caress of his beard on my inner thigh, and then quickly his mouth covers me. I gasp as his wet, slippery tongue glides forcefully over my clit. Lips draw it into his mouth, sucking it and teeth gently follow with a bite, and another, and still more sucking. His mouth keeps moving. His tongue keeps moving. My little purrs of pleasure grow louder. The cold sensation is gone, all I feel is hot, slick, wetness. My thighs tremble, his tongue slips inside me as I start to cum in little waves, grinding my hips onto his face, totally lost to my physical response.
I hear the rustle of plastic at the ground as he pulls back from me. One hand spreads my wet pussy lips apart and then i feel it. The frosty head of the glass wand. The toy I brought for him to use. It teases it's way up and down the cleft of my pussy, spreading chills on the wet flesh. The textured bubbles on the head tickle my swollen clit. It is so cold it's almost numbing, he's left it sitting on the cement all this time. The glass is so incredibly smooth, it's a feeling like no other. As he moves the tip to my opening i strain backwards as if to will it to penetrate me. But he pulls it off.
He rises and leans over me, fingers wrap and twist a handful of hair, a gust of hot breath caresses my ear, "Do you like that?"
"Yes", I breathe in emphatic response.
"What do you want me to do now?"
"I want more", is my breathless reply.
"How much more?"
"I want all of it."
He returns the toy back to its place touching my pussy, "Are you a good girl?"
"Yes."
"Say it" he demands.
"I'm a good girl", I obey.
I feel cold pressure as the round globe pushes onward and i let out an involuntary moan. I hear him, "Shh be a quiet girl", he orders me. I bite my lip as he teases me with the glass some more, twisting it slowly and then applying more pressure. Then there is give. The bumpy orb splits me open, the freezing glass a delightful shock inside me. My pussy squeezes down, willing to warm it. He starts to pulse it in micro-movements, just enough to torment the sensitive first inch of me. Already the fire begins to build inside. There is stillness, then with maddening slowness, the toy creeps deeper inside so the widest part of the shaft is now stretching me tight. The the incredible hardness is absolutely unforgiving. With every inch of progression he pulls back a little before sliding it in further, any chance to warm the glass gone, as it hits the cold air again and again as he fucks me.
My whimpers echo in the stairwell. So chilled, yet I am hot like never before on the edge of insane pleasure. The last thrust is swift as he buries the glass shaft as far as it will go and stills it as i tremble and allow my body to transfer warmth. Then there is only heat. "Good girl", he rasps, "You took it all like a good girl should".
I can feel the glass deep inside me. My inner muscles clench against it. I wiggle wanting to feel it move. He presses up against me from behind and again his thigh pushes between my legs but this time his arms pull me back to a standing position. I lean back to rest against his chest, straddling his thigh, gripping it between mine, the effect holding the toy inside me. His hands circle my waist under my shirt, move up to my bra tracing the lines of it. I can feel him breathing on the back of my neck. With swish of hair, I bare my neck to him and he leans in, dragging his beard across that sensitive skin.
I know what he's doing. His hands are cupping my breasts, then sliding down the bra straps, over my shoulders. He is releasing the tension so he can slide his hands inside my bra. "Are your nipples ready for me? Lets see if you have been pinching them like a good girl." They are sensitive. He rolls the peaks between fingers and thumb and then the jolt, the spark, as he pinches down hard making me cry out in pain. It travels through me. Heightens my senses. Takes my breath away. And then another wave of pain or is it pleasure? It's electric. My body sways, the glass slips slightly inside me, the tingles travel from my nipples down to my clit. "Cum for me", he whispers in my ear. I arch my back. I can feel his cock pressing against me through our clothing, the sensation draws me to the glass shaft impaling my pussy. I squeeze my legs together. I rock my hips to move it inside me. My whimper is of desperate frustration. I'm so close, teetering on the edge ....then his fingers twist my nipples and pinch down like a vise. And I feel the first gripping pulse of release.
