Submitted Letters from Women
Making it a blockbuster night
I was just looking for a movie. Maybe something with some skin, or a halfway
decent drama. I was wandering back and forth in the foreign section when I saw
him a few rows over. Christ he was gorgeous. Korean, I think, tall, with dark
glossy hair brushing his shoulders, regal cheekbones and lips that demanded
worship. He seemed to be alone.
For a moment I considered ambling into the action section and accidentally
bumping into him, but there was no way - he was too hot, he had to be taken. So
I turned my attention back to the movies in front of me. Suddenly they were all
about sex. Erotique. Pillowbook. Realm of the Senses. Damn.
Resigned to spending the night with myself, I picked up a familiar one with
tangled bodies on the cover and started towards the line at the counter. Why
weeknights are so busy at the videostore is beyond me. I stood there,
daydreaming about handsome asian men and strong hands and when someone bumped
into me I jumped and almost yelped. It was him. And he smelled *really* good.
"Sorry" he said, flashing a killer smile and pressing a hand against my forearm.
His touch sent an electric shock straight through me. And god, those lips. "No
problem", I smiled back, moving a little out of his way, but not too much. Body
contact with this boy was not something I minded. We stood in line together,
close enough that I could feel his body heat against my back.The edge of his
jacket brushed against my hip. It was his jacket, wasn't it? Electricity
crackled between us. Could he see the goosebumps on my arms?
"That's a good one" he said, gesturing to my video. Realm of the Senses. "I
know" I grinned.
"You've seen it before?" His left eyebrow rose and his smile widened.
"Mmhmm" I nodded, blushing now. "It's romantic in it's own special way"
"You could say that, yeah." he laughed. I tried to see what his was,
but the way he was holding it it would have looked like I was staring at
his
crotch.
He started up some friendly chatter, and made me laugh a
few times before it was my turn in line. I swear I could feel his eyes on the
back of my neck. I imagined him leaning into me, crushing me against the counter
and groping me
right there in front of everyone, and my knees went weak. "Ma'am?" the clerk was
trying to hand me back my card. I blushed again, took my video and smiled back
at the guy as I headed for the door. How obvious would it be to stand outside
the door searching in my purse for my keys? Did I care? I wanted to give him
every chance to ask for my number.
Moments later the door opened and he was next to me again. I smiled up at himas
he walked by. He paused and turned back.
"Hey, the lot's kind of dark, want me to walk you to your car?" he
asked. Hot and chivalrous. Yum.
"That's so sweet - yeah, thank you" we ambled slowly into the parking lot,
and I was glad for once that I'd had to park in the boonies. He chatted about
videos and our instant gratification society and being able to get exactly what
you want, but somehow his double entendres weren't trashy. If he hadn't
already had me mesmerized, he would have by then. We reached my car, and I
leaned up against it rather than unlock it immediately while he finished saying
something about another movie I might like. I wondered what it would be like to
have him pressed against me, forcing me against the steel. I
agreed that his suggestion sounded like my taste and he offered a private
screening, as his place was just around the corner. Hot, chivalrous and direct.
Twenty minutes later I was seated on his oversized couch accepting a glass of
wine, wondering what I thought of myself. His name was Joe, his girlfriend had
moved away a couple of months ago, and he was beyond charming. He
settled in next to me as the previews started, stretching his arm behind me and
as chills ran the length of my body I decided I'd think about it later. A little
while into the movie I realized his eyes were on me and not the tv. I turned,
held his gaze, and smiled as he took my wine glass.
"I'm not really a slut" I said softly, my eyes following his hands as he leaned
in towards my lips. "Okay" he whispered, virtually against my skin. The sounds
of a sex scene pulsed from the television as his lips brushed against mine - not
a
kiss, more like a caress. I shivered, and leaned closer, running a hand behind
his ear and through his hair. This time it was a kiss, starting softly, and
spiraling in intensity. His hand rested at the base of my throat and I thought
I'd melt under him right there.
Not taking my lips from his, I straddled his lap and wrapped both hands in his
hair, holding him firmly as I devoured him. His cock was like hot iron under me
and I swiveled my hips slowly while I kissed him. I could taste the chardonnay
on his tongue. His hands pressed against my hips, sliding from my ass, up my
back and then around the back of my neck. I shivered with desire. When he pulled
my head back by my hair, ran his tongue along my throat and practically purred,
I got dizzy.
He half pushed, half pulled me down so that my back was against the arm of his
couch, he wrapped his big hands around my tits, cupping them like heavy fruit
and pinched my nipples. I arched my back up to him, running my nails over his
shoulders. He caught my bottom lip between his perfect teeth as his hand
ventured between my legs. I whimpered.
He pressed the heel of his palm against my clit through my jeans, rubbing in
fierce circles and kissing me harder. I felt his arms begin to tremble and I
slid my hands beneath his sweater, exploring the landscape of his chest,
pinching his nipples. I pushed him back, grabbing the bottom of his sweater and
lifting it above his head. I drank in the delicious sight of him
kneeling there in front of me, his sleek, muscular chest heaving, and his hair
falling forward into his beautiful face.
Softly, I touched my tongue against his chest, just below the hollow of his
throat. I lazily followed the contours of his muscles down to his navel, and
gently bit at the soft skin above the waist of his jeans. He moved his hands to
unbutton them and I watched as he teasingly undid two buttons and paused. He was
neither a boxer or a brief man. I grinned and dipped my head back in, licking
his newly exposed skin. I scraped my nails on the insides of his thighs as he
undid the rest of the buttons, staring rapt as he exposed a beautiful, thick,
almost-purple cock. Light from the tv screen sparkled
in the moisture at the tip.
I was about to lean in again and taste him when he stood, shoved the coffee
table out of the way and tossed a throw from the couch onto the carpeted floor.
He sat down and pulled me onto his lap. Pushing me back against the couch, it
was his turn to explore under my shirt. His hands were hypnotic, not soft but
not firm, moving slowly but somehow imparting a frantic curiosity, drinking me
in through his fingers. I raised my arms as he pulled my shirt over my head, and
ran my hands through his hair while he unhooked my bra. He held my eyes again
before he pressed his mouth against my skin. I gasped as he bit my shoulder,
almost too hard, and then ran his tongue softly over the abused flesh. I was a
little shocked at how good it felt.
Then his hands were beneath my ass, pulling at my jeans, and in moments I was
naked on the couch before him. His smile was positively deviant as he lifted my
leg by the ankle and began licking slowly, almost catlike, from my ankle, up my
calf, behind my knee, and up the inside of my thigh. I could feel a wet spot
growing beneath me on his couch, and every nerve in me was quivering,
anticipating his tongue on my pussy, when he gently, patiently, set my leg back
down and lifted the other, repeating the process. Then finally his tongue was at
my pussy, running softly, maddeningly, the length of me, cruelly avoiding my
clit, despite my twisting beneath him. I groaned, pressing my cunt against his
face, but he simply moved back, maintaining his pace.
I slid a hand to my clit and he clamped his hand around my wrist. I expected him
to move it away, but he began moving my hand instead, controlling the pace that
I stroked my clit. I writhed on the couch, my pussy on fire, and in one smooth
move he was on his knees between mine, kissing me again. The head of his cock
pressed against my clit, and we ground against each other. He reached between us
and pushed his cock down while I lifted up to meet him, and he pulled away to
watch as he pressed into my cunt.
After entering me slowly, lighting every nerve within me, he paused, running his
hands up from my hips, over my tits, and clamped onto my shoulders. His face was
primal as he began crashing into me fiercely, guttural noises rumbling in his
throat. I tried keeping pace with him, bucking underneath him. He lifted my
ankles in the air, spreading me wide, and leaned in, licking my lips, my throat,
my shoulders. I planted my hands on his ass, urging him on and using him as
leverage to fuck back.
The force of his thrusts were pushing me further back on the couch, and he
growled, yanking me off the couch and forcing me onto my knees in front of him.
Instead of plunging his cock into me immediately, he knelt behind me, licking at
the base of my spine and rubbing my clit in little circles until my ass was
waving beneath him like a flag. Then he dug his fingers unto
my hips and held me still, again pushing his cock into me slowly. I clamped down
on him as hard as I could, squeezing his cock with my pussy, and pressed back
against him. Soon he was fucking me hard again, an arm wrapped around me with
his fingers on my clit, and the other tangled in my hair.
He growled and froze, and held my hips still when I tried to keep grinding
against his cock. I whimpered when he pulled his cock out of me, holding the
base hard. I turned and took the head between my lips. He hissed as I gently
rotated my head and swirled my tongue around the head. Not meaning to make him
come, I took my time sliding my mouth down his cock, and when my nose was
pressed against his skin I paused, feeling my breath ricochet onto my top lip as
I slid my tongueback and forth along the underside of his cock.
"Fuck..." he moaned as I began sucking his cock slowly, deliberately. I pressed
my fingers beneath his balls and stroked the ridge there, the root of his cock,
in rhythm with my mouth. Each time I felt his balls tighten too much and his
breathing quickened, I'd slow down, bury his cock in my throat and wait for it
to pass before starting up again. I was in a zone,
completely absorbed in his cock when he pulled me upright and kissed me again.
His hand found my pussy and he gasped when he discovered how slick I was. Even
my thighs were wet. He pulled me onto his lap, his cock sliding into me as
if we were obscene puzzle pieces, and I ground my pussy against him,
feeling him throb within me. After a few minutes of slow, almost teasing
motion, he pushed me backwards onto my back, keeping his cock buried in my cunt.
He lifted up,
unwrapping my legs from his waist and pressed my feet against his shoulders.
"Play with your clit" he whispered hoarsely, his eyes glued to the sight of
his cock sliding into my cunt. I watched him watch me play with my clit,
and then my eyes closed as I started to come. He slammed his cock into me
harder, and I heard myself screaming, thrashing against him and digging my nails
into his ass. He pulled out of me while I was still coming and I opened my eyes
to see creamy white jets of cum erupt from his cock and arc onto my skin.
He collapsed on top of me and we lay there for a few minutes slippery and
panting, stroking each softly while movie credits began to roll on the tv
screen. He lifted his face to mine, grinned and kissing my chin said, "Looks
like we'll have to start over". He was a man after my own heart.