Title: At First Glimpse
Author: Sunni
Category: Adult Het. It is set in the ATF/AU which was created by MOG to whom I bow andoffer praise and thanks for letting me play there.
Pairing: Anonymous couple
Author's note: You will notice that no names are used....so you can insert the
man of your dreams into the story. This is only as X-rated as your
mind wants it to be..... it's just a little subtle something to get
you in the mood...sometimes the less said, the more erotic, don't you
think? <grin>
Disclaimer: "Hello", is by Lionel Richie - I borrowed a couple lines...but I don't think he'd mind.
As always, feedback would be wonderful....I think....
At First Glimpse
The saloon was alive with activity. The dark smokey atmosphere adding to the electricity that was hanging in the air from the impending storm. The band in the corner struggling to be heard over the conversations that buzzed. Waitresses weaving in and around tables, balancing trays like their lives depended on it. Near the door a woman slapped her male companion before running out, shoving the laughing bouncers as she left. Tonight was going to be eventful for many.
Their eyes met over the bar. The glance lingering, like the smoke and the electricity. At first she wasn't sure if the sparkling eyes were actually looking at her. As if in acknowledgment of his questioning look, she ran her thumbs through her short auburn hair revealing her ring-less fingers and gave him a sultry smile.
The voyeur stood up, and started walking towards her.
As he approached he tried to gauge her look,“ was she really interested in him? He thought back over his evening, his careful preparations, the same lonely routine he went through every Saturday night “ why would tonight be any different to the others? As he neared her a sudden wave of anxiety swept over him and he begun to wish he hadn't started his advance. He could feel sweat running down his back,“ he just hoped that she couldn't tell.
It was a chance occurrence that she should be here on this stormy night. She had only popped out to grab a few snacks, a night in front of the television watching DVD's was the plan, but for reasons she couldn't explain,“ even to herself, she had been drawn towards this dingy bar. She noticed him as soon as she went in," he was on his own at the far end of the bar, he seemed different to the rest of the clientele, she wasn't able to put her finger on it but there was definitely something. She had caught his eye without even realizing and had turned away embarrassed. Now he was approaching her and she didn't know what to do, her nervous system turned her hands into wet dishrags and she quickly hid them below the bar and tried to appear calm.
"I've never seen you in here before," he said; leaning in close to her so he could be heard over the dim.
"I like damp and dingy surroundings," she stated, somewhat factiously.
"I can tell," he replied, raising his dark eyebrows again.
She giggled, fighting a blush as she toyed with her drink.
"Can I buy you another?" indicating the empty glass.
She hesitated, more for the affect than anything else, then said, "Why don't we go back to my place? I have some of the latest DVD's at home wanna come round and watch?"
It was his turn for hesitation, "I don't usually go home with someone after five minutes of meeting them....."
"Don't worry," she breathed heavily, "You are safe with me."
They left the bar together, both not quite sure where this encounter was going to lead. She had never moved this fast with a stranger before and felt a little uncomfortable.
She let out a squeal as the handsome stranger suddenly slipped an arm around her waist. Suddenly she felt warm and protected in his strong grasp, although
still a little unsure of just what it was she was doing.
"Have we got far to go ?" he asked, trying to divert attention away from his straying hand.
"We are here already" she said excitedly, "are you sure you want to come in still ?"
The tall stranger thought about it for the smallest fraction of a second and swept her up in his arms. He answered her question with a kiss - bravely slipping his tongue between her lips - she quivered at the unexpected intrusion but kissed back more ferociously than she could remember ever having done before.
They broke the embrace almost as suddenly as it had begun and quietly slipped through the front door. She pressed the button to call the elevator, leaning back into his warmth...
"Are we going down?" he asked with a grin...
She opened the door to her place and showed him in. He looked around with interest at the studio apartment, liking what he saw. It reflected her, simple, uncluttered but with interesting details, like a shelf filled with all types of angels. He was studying them when her voice quietly filled the room, "I haven't ever been with a man before, would you be my first? Shocked, he turn back to find that she was sitting on the daybed, her bare legs crossed, looking way too
innocent clad in only her shirt.
"Why me?"
"I like you very much," she said promptly.
He smiled, but it wasn't what he wanted to hear. "Thank you, honey, but that's not what I meant." He tried to come at the subject on his mind from a different way. "I guess I am wondering why you would believe that I am the man for you."
"Oh, that's all right," she replied quickly. "I think I knew all along that it wouldn't happen. I mean, why would someone like you be interested in someone like me, especially that way? It's just that I have watched you for so long from a far and had hoped.."
She managed a smile, but he saw the pain her eyes before she looked away. That, above everything else, hurt his heart. He couldn't bear to cause any woman pain. Making a decision, he moved toward her and joined her on the bed. He stretched out behind her, aligning himself against her backside and then pulled her tightly against him.
"What do you think you're doing?" She stuttered.
"I think I am falling for you," he replied softly, kissing the nape of her neck. He felt her trembling and leaned over her, peering intently at her face. The glitter of tears on her cheeks made him groan.
"Sweetheart, for pity sakes, don't cry. Whatever I did or said, I take it back".
She flipped around and locked her arms around his neck before he could move. "Don't you dare," she said fiercely. "Nobody has ever said that to me before."
"Ah, fair maiden," he muttered as he slid his hands beneath her shoulders, lifting her close, and then closer still. "You have less then ten seconds to change my mind before I show you what this is about."
"Show me," she begged, and lifted her mouth to his for a kiss.
Unable to hold out any longer, he did as she asked, starting with the kiss. Then he broke it off long enough to divest her of her shirt and quickly stripped his clothes off as well. She shyly turned her eyes away from his body and it was this innocence, as much as her charm that sent his head into a spin.
"Can I touch you?" she whispered.
He grinned wryly. "Honey, you can do anything you want to me and it will be okay."
"Truly?"
He pressed a kiss between her breasts and at the base of her neck, then on to the center of her mouth.
"Truly" he said.
She pushed him until he was lying on his back, and then played her hands across the middle of his chest. Her eyes on his face, she lightly glided her fingers down lower, toward his belly. He took a deep breath when they hesitated at the junction of his thighs, and then gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as she next encircled him slowly. Never in his life had he experienced anything as seductive as this hesitant exploration. Within seconds, his manhood began to expand, and as it did, he heard a slight gasps, then a whispered, "Oh My!"
He exhaled slowly and looked up. He gaze was still locked upon him and he couldn't tell if she was scared to death or utterly fascinated by his response to her.
"My turn," he said, rolling her over onto her back before she could argue.
Exerting great tenderness and patience he then loved her to the point of insanity. Within minutes he had her writhing beneath his caress, rocking with the rhythm of his fingers.
Her heart was bound and her blood was racing like floodwaters toward an overflowing dam. It was both the most wonderful and the most terrifying thing she had ever experienced. Never in her life had she been so out of control, so under another's spell. The panic that came with it was almost more then she could bear and instinct made her reach and hold on to him to keep from dying.
"Let it go, honey," he whispered. "Just let go. I won't let you fall."
She closed her eyes and gave herself up to the ecstasy, crying out as the sensations shook her from her head to her toes. And when her blood was still hammering between her legs, he slipped in. She opened her eyes to find him above her, looking down at her with desire on his face. She lifted her arms to him, pulling him down until his weight was pressing her through the mattress to the floor, and it still wasn't close enough. Bit's and pieces of things she had heard, seen and read though the years began to come back to her and she yearned to give back to him the most wonderful thing that he had just given her. She shifted slightly and lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist, pulling him even closer still.
He groaned. And when she moved again and again, he groaned even more. To her joy, she could feel him coming undone and the power of his release filled her long-empty soul.
When he had finally caught his breath, he rolled, taking her with him and holding her close.
"Wow, " he said. "I thought you had never done this before."
She smiled against the warmth of his chest and snuggled a little closer.
"I read a book," she stated proudly.
"Have mercy. You read all that in a book?"
She nodded.
He managed a grin, thinking to himself that he had finally uncovered the mother lode.
"And, pray tell, what book would that have been?"
"It was actually two. One was called Kama Sutra and the other was by a retired madam from the 'Chicken Ranch' in Nevada."
Unable to help himself, he started to laugh and, embarrassed, she tried to pull away, but he prevented her escape. Instead he gathered her closer and then smothered her face with kisses.
"What is so funny?" She finally demanded.
"You are the most marvelous mix of femininity I have ever encounter in my life, and all I can say is,..education is a most wonderful thing."
.....They slept in the next morning. He awoke close to ten, rolled over used to being in a king size bed and teetered at the edge of the daybed.
Where was he? He pushed the hair from his forehead, afraid for a disoriented second. Had it all been a dream? Had last night been only a thrilling flight of imagination? But no, there was a lump under the covers beside him, indicating that he hadn't gone crazy. Last night had been real, the most real night in his life.
He stood and walked naked to the kitchen area and started a pot of coffee, the total awareness of what had transpired last night zinging in his veins. The sky outside the window was still overcast, the air was chilly, but the memory of their intense lovemaking warmed his blood.
On his way to the bathroom he stopped to check on her. His heart stirred as he watched her sleep. Her cheek was buried in the pillow, her hair fanning over one round, delicious shoulder. The sheet, unfortunately, was pinned primly between her arm and body. He had an impulse to crawl under that sheet and awaken her in the sweetest way possible. But compassion bade him to let her sleep; she had to have been exhausted after staying up so late....besides, there would be
time for love after breakfast....
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The bathroom door clicked open and though the frosted glass of the shower he saw her. As naked as he was. He slid the shower door open and stood staring. His gaze caressed every inch of her body, lingering on her breasts, her belly and the triangle of dark hair.
Slowly his mouth curved in an approving grin.
She returned his admiration, wantonly perusing the span of his shoulders, his chest, his flat stomach and his full thick arousal.
"Come on in, " he said, "the water's hot."
"I like watching." She replied, tracing his outline on the glass with her finger.
He reached toward her, lightly tweaking her breast. "You're cold, get in here now!"
She still didn't move so he curved his arm around her waist and pulled her into the shower with him then whisked the door shut. Thick steam surrounded them with it's tantalizing warmth.
She didn't say anything, just smiled a sly grin and touched him in a way he couldn't possibly resist her in way of payback.
"Minx," he growled as he pulled her close, joining their slick, wet bodies. He devoured her mouth with a deep, penetrating kiss.
She rubbed against him, excited by the rough texture of his chest hair.
He whispered, "Time for your scrubbing."
With lemon-scented soap, he rubbed his hands together, making a thick lather. "Hands up over your head."
Willingly she obeyed, lacing her fingers behind her head. The hot shower sluiced down her back.
His hands skillfully massaged her shoulders and collarbone, then descended to her breasts. He laved her slowly, thoroughly. Shaping her waist, he trailed the fragrant lather down her body until he pressed at the junction of her thighs.
Her eyelids drifted closed, and she gasps as the first shuddering wave crashed over her. She whimpered with pleasure, knowing the best was yet to come.
"Turn around," he ordered.
The shower water rippled down her swollen breasts aided by tantalizing strokes from him. Then his attention turned to her backside, shoulder blades, her hips. He squeezed her bottom and then fitted her backside against his hard, wet body.
She turned again and draped her arms limply around his shoulders. Her gaze searched his handsome face. She wanted to say something, but was too overwhelmed by sensation to form coherent words. Instead she softly moaned and purred.
Again he turned her. This time she faced the wall of the shower away from the water. He tilted her forward and she braced her arms against the tile wall as he grasped her hips and thrust hard into her waiting, yearning body.
A burst of exquisite pleasure took her breath away. But he wasn't done yet. He rocked against her, driving deep and hard in intense natural rhythm.
She climaxed again, more completely than ever before as he held her, shuddering convulsively with his own fulfillment.
When he withdrew, she almost collapsed, limp and boneless and utterly satisfied. He held her gently in the swirling stream. His lips grazed
her forehead. He didn't speak, there was no need for words. Instead he turned off the shower and guided her onto the soft rug on the bathroom floor.
With great care, he dried her from head to toe before wrapping her in the giant towel. Still naked, he carried her back to the daybed where she curled into a cozy little ball of contentment....
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She awakens with a start with her breath caught in her throat the song "Hello", by L. Richie playing on the radio.
"....... I've been alone with you inside my mind
And in my dreams I've kissed your lips, a thousand times....."
Stretching, she smiled to herself, thinking how appropriate that this song should wake her from such a glorious dream.
Rubbing her eyes, she caught a glimpse of the time. Sighing, she threw back the covers and reluctantly headed to the bathroom to get ready for work.
" I really should stop reading those stories by Jean, Kaly and Lisa on the Mag7 Hetfic list before bed!" she mutterers, "The dreams are great, but getting up the next morning is murder!"
~finis~