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140 Words #7

My train of thought was interrupted as he came through the door with a bag of sandwiches that he threw onto the bed before me, like an animal that had gone hunting for food and proudly returned with its prey.

‘So… what’s going to happen now?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I do one more show here and then I’m on the road for the next foreseeable future. So what I mean is…’ he paused and smiled to himself before sitting down on the bed next to me, breaking into Sinatra-like crooning, ‘What now, my love?’

‘What do you want?’ I asked, throwing the ball back in his court. As he took a breath to answer, there was a knock on the door, leaving the question hanging in thin air, cluttering up the room – making it appear small and dense.

140 Words #5

His hands held firmly onto my hips, pulling me against him, the friction increasing rapidly with each urgent thrust.

Then suddenly, he stopped. I held my breath, hoping it wasn’t over.

He moved me from the chair and sat down on it himself before guiding me onto his lap, facing away from him. The dance began again with a renewed vibrancy. I arched my back against him, reaching for the back of his head as I felt the climax approaching. I could hardly breathe as a violent wave of shivers hit me with the energy of a runaway train, leaving me unable to keep my legs on the floor. Moments before my own orgasm was over, he joined me.

His grip around my waist loosened and I rolled down his arm, hitting the floor with a gasping sigh of relief

140 Words #4

I made my way from the stool and onto the piano itself, put my feet on the lid and closed it over the keys with a loud bang.

My eyes were growing familiar to the darkness, just not enough for me to see anything but the contours of him as he moved slowly towards me. I could hear him breathe, felt the heat oozing off him, the energy between us roaring as he finally came close enough for me to see him clearly.

With one rapid swing of an arm the stool went sailing across the floor until it hit the wall, stopping it dead in its tracks. He came as close to the piano as he could, rested one hand on each side of my hips, leaning over me until I gave in and lay down on my back.

140 Words #2

‘As I was saying… you look…’ he sighed and took a more blatant sweep of my body in the short, tight dress that I knew accentuated my figure.

Within a split moment he’d spun me around, buried his face in the crook of my neck and cupped my breast with a firm yet playful hand. ‘I can’t believe you’re actually here,’ he moaned into my ear and nipped at my ear lobe before turning me around to face him.

I just stood still, stared into his eyes, challenging him, before allowing the inevitable kiss to happen.

A noise outside the door caused us to immediately part, like we’d been burnt. He sat down by the dressing table and I stood looking very casually out of the window. In the end, nobody came in – and yet we stayed apart.

140 Words #1

When I came back into the living room again he was standing by the window and slowly turned to look at me. I was eyeing the hall where my coat was, wondering if I should just take my leave. As I opened my mouth to speak, he shook his head and came towards me, not stopping until his chest touched my chin.

I refused to look up at him, so before long I felt his hand snail itself up my back, wrap my hair around it before he pulled my head back so I had to meet his eyes. He leaned down just far enough to plant a soft kiss onto my lips, only for a moment before guiding me in the direction of the open bedroom door.

He didn’t stop until the back of my legs hit the bed.

Don’t Wear Any Panties…

I was in Honolulu, living on the money my father had left me in a trust when he passed away. Going to Hawai’i was a desperate attempt to be anywhere but London where the skies were always grey, and flying to the other side of the world where the sun was a permanent fixture seemed like a great solution.

In spite of having grown up in a society where you don’t talk to strangers unless you’re in a pub, where personal space is incredibly important and general correctness is valued above all else, it didn’t take long for me to feel right at home. I’ll admit that, at first, it was a bit of a culture shock. As it turns out, pale skin and red hair makes you stand out in a place like Hawai’i – in a good way. On the first day I was there, I walked down Kalakaua Avenue and got the attention of a local gentleman. He raised his hand, stopped next to me, looked straight into my eyes and said “you’re beautiful” before walking on. I was so perplexed that I was unable to react until he was out of sight.

And this was just a taste of what was to come.

One evening I was sitting on the Waikiki Beach, watching the sunset, when a man who looked like he was in his mid- to late 30s sat down next to me. He was no more than 5’8, had pitch black hair, sunglasses and was only wearing a pair of loose fitting jeans.

‘Amazing sunset, isn’t it?’

‘So it is,’ I confirmed, turned my head slightly and looked directly at him. When we got eye contact he revealed the brightest smile I’d ever seen.

‘What brings you here to the island in the sun?’

‘I needed a time-out, I guess.’

‘It’s safe to say that you’ve come to the right place for that.’

‘It’s amazing how quickly it gets dark once the sun starts to fade. It’s like turning off a switch and suddenly it’s pitch black.’

‘It’s the time of year too, it’s still winter here in January.’

‘You’re from here?’

‘Born and bred. I moved to the mainland for a few while but came back a few years ago. It’s a different life here. How long have you been?’

‘Two days. I already feel at home here. The heat, the people, the surroundings… and I’ve only seen Waikiki.’

‘Then you’ve seen nothing yet,’ he chuckled and lay back onto his elbows. He was toned and slender, his chest defined and hairless. My eyes travelled down his exposed torso and stopped by his jeans. While we’d been talking, the sun had disappeared into the horizon and he pushed his sunglasses up onto his head. His eyes were a dark velvety brown. I couldn’t figure out why I was so drawn to him, but there was something about his demeanour that triggered my interest.

And that smile. That smile that I couldn’t stop looking at.

‘What are your plans for the rest of the evening?’ he inquired. Before I could answer “nothing” he went on, ‘…because in three hours there’s a band playing at Keone’s on Lewers Street, just up the road. Walk up Kalakaua Avenue and Lewers Street is right there.’

‘OK, I’ll… come.’

He smiled once more at my unsubtle innuendo, took my hand in his and kissed it as he looked deep into my eyes. ‘Yes, you will,’ he stated, stood up and that was when I realised he actually had a white shirt with a light pattern with him. As soon as he’d put the shirt on, leaving it unbuttoned, he reached out his hand once more to help me up. His other hand went around the small of my back and pulled me slightly towards him. My chest was so close to his that I could feel his heartbeats against my t-shirt. He was exactly as tall as I was. His skin and hair smelled of the sun and the sea.

He finally let go of my right hand and slid it around my upper back, embracing me so that our bodies finally touched. As his mouth found mine, I let myself go and embraced him in the same way he already had me. The fact that I, the English rose, was in the arms of a total stranger on a beach in Hawaii was almost laughable. I didn’t even kiss on the first date, usually, and that was after an evening of wining and dining.

Yet here, with the sound of the ocean in my ear, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. He kept his hands on my back and ran his fingers through my hair with one hand. Eventually he kissed his way across my left cheek and down, resting his mouth in the crook of my neck and sighed into my ear.

I could feel his growing erection against my pelvis and an urge to strip him down right there washed over me like a tidal wave.

‘I’ll see you tonight,’ he whispered into my ear. ‘Don’t wear any panties.’

With those words, he kissed my hand once more and walked up towards Kalakaua Avenue. I just stood there, perplexed, and realised I didn’t even know his name.

A Forbidden Moment

As I arrived at his dressing room after the show he opened the door slowly, stood aside and watched me closely as I quietly made my way past him. Just as I was about to move out of his reach, he grabbed hold of my hand, pulled me back and virtually threw me against the door with a numbing thud.

We stood eye to eye, quietly. I parted my lips and leaned in so I almost met his mouth, but stopped and awaited his next move. His chest was moving rapidly, his nose flaring, like that of an agitated bull. He lingered, teasing me, until he bent his head to the side and made the first impact. I noticed that whatever I did he followed my moves with precision and subdued excitement, eager to please. I lost myself in the moment, wrapped my arms about him, unable to hold back a quiet moan as he pressed his body up against me.

He bent his legs, wrapped his arms about my thighs and lifted me up, sliding me against the surface of the door, hiking me up until he faced my ample cleavage. He buried his face in it for a moment before allowing me to slide back down so he could bury his face in the crook of my neck, tickling me with his stubble. He started fiddling with his hand against the wall and it was only when the room went dark that I realised he’d been looking for the light switch. I looked over his shoulder as he went for my neck once more and saw a stripe of light entering through the window, leaving a beam from a nearby street light.

‘You still owe me that song,’ I whispered in his ear. He stopped in his tracks and chuckled for a moment before taking a step backwards, into the dark room. ‘Woo me with your gorgeous voice…’ I muttered as my eyes still grew accustomed to the darkness. There were moments of silence as I moved across to the window, leaned against it, watching the world pass by outside. Taxis, foot traffic, cars pulling up and leaving the street.

Then I heard his voice. It was in Italian, a song I’d never heard before, performed almost like a lullaby. There was no accompaniment, just his voice surrounded by the silence and darkness of the room. I got chills as I realised he was walking slowly towards me, ending the last note alongside my cheek as he wrapped his arms about my waist, just under my bust line, the lace of my black bra scratching gently against his arm.

Although the song was over, I could still hear the softness of his voice in my head as his hands began to lightly massage my flesh. Whatever it was about it had sounded so passionate, needing, wanting, like a hunger that built up slowly and ended in our current position. In one quick move he ripped open the buttons in my shirt, causing the rusty orange glow from the street lights cut a thick beam diagonally across my belly. This beam travelled up and down my naked torso, illuminating my breasts now and again whenever I moved far enough into the light.

He turned me around so I could face him, took an extra step closer to me, his chest very nearly touching mine as he was breathing. On impulse I lifted my hands and put them on his moving chest, feeling the heat coming from it. I tilted my head back, enough to meet his eyes properly, before grabbing hold of his shirt with both of my hands and ripping it open, buttons coming undone and falling onto the floor. I wasn’t prepared to give him full control just yet – so I turned and sauntered towards the baby grand piano.

I looked over my shoulder, slightly humoured by the expression on his face; shocked at the fact that his shirt currently missed six buttons. He quickly followed me and I turned around, slid his shirt off his shoulders and onto the floor.

I let my hands run across his chest and stomach before I opened his belt and tugged at the buttons in his jeans, releasing him from his cage. I then knelt on the stool before the piano and made my way further up the instrument itself, not stopping until I was sitting on top of it and closed the lid over the keys with a loud bang as I put my feet on it.

My eyes were growing familiar with the darkness, but not enough for me to be able to see anything but the contours of him as he moved slowly towards me. I could hear him breathe, felt the heat oozing off him, the energy between us roaring as he finally came close enough for me to see him. He bent down slightly and with one rapid swing of an arm the stool went sailing across the floor until it hit the wall, stopping dead in its tracks.

My legs were shaking as I spread them, welcoming him to do whatever he saw fit. As though reading my mind he came as close to the piano as he could, resting one hand each side of my hips, leaning over me until I gave in and lay down flat on my back.

His chest touched my stomach as his mouth began its journey above my belly button, circling it with his tongue, tracing his movement downwards with it and finally reaching the desired spot between my legs. He groaned as his tongue dove into the heaving flesh. I sat up on my elbows as he grabbed hold of my hips and pulled me towards him until my pulsating crotch hit his waistline. He lifted me off the piano, looked around and carried me towards the stool that stood against the wall.

Once we reached it he forced me onto it, turned me around and made me stand on my knees, holding onto the back rest, with my back against him. His hands caressed my skin in bold, broad sweeps, covering every inch of my body. I could feel his erection between my legs, rubbing my most sensitive area without actually entering it. I could hardly breathe, but he made me wait as he caressed my buttocks with his hands, extending the movement upwards over my back. I reached behind me, grabbed hold of his strong thigh to try and pull him closer, making it obvious what I wanted, what I needed him to do. He entered me slowly, gradually speeding and roughing it up. His hands were holding firmly onto my hips, thrusting me against him, the friction increasing rapidly with each urgent thrust.

Suddenly he stopped. I held my breath, hoping it wasn’t over. He moved me from the chair and sat down on it himself before guiding me onto his lap, facing away from him. The dance began again with a renewed vibrancy. I arched my back against him, reaching for the back of his head as I felt the climax approaching. I could hardly breathe as a violent wave of shivers hit me with the energy of a runaway train, leaving me unable to keep my legs on the floor any longer. Moments before my own orgasm was over, he joined me.

The mighty grip around my waist loosened and I rolled down his arm, hitting the floor with a gasping sigh of relief.