A toy seems infinitely better when you compare my choices. Let's see I could go to my Jump Off's but ah that's a problem because he is secretely the kind of guy I would like to end up with or I could go to my neurotic jealous ex's house but do not feel like that drama or I could see if my young tenderoni is available but alas I don't feel like that right now (No CT's~insider)! So my Waterproof bullet is the final and best option! I don't have to worry about it letting me down nor give up my current celibacy what's it been like two months or maybe three wow sucks to be me!! LMAO! Sike no it doesn't just found a fresh pack of AA batteries....GOOD NIGHT! READ ON!
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THE DARK CLOSET PT 2
“Wait please”, I manage to stammer. I am not sure what we are waiting for but I couldn’t think of anything else to say. I have been in this closet for over an hour with this man and now we are kissing. Can you say too fast?
“Wait for what?” He asks this question as he is kissing me again.
“Wait for what?” He asks this question as he is kissing me again.
“I am not sure why you are kissing me”, I reply breathless.
“I want you so badly. Since we stepped in this closet”, he said kissing me again.
“But I do not know you.” I can’t move my face away from his lips there is nowhere for me to go.
“Yes you do know me.” He pulled me so close I could honestly say I got to know something else. I tried to pull away but I only found the stool as he leaned me down to it. Kissing me was his only goal for the next few minutes and I obliged him. Perhaps I could chalk it up to temporary insanity brought on by a stressful situation. His mouth was just so wonderful and he kissed expertly.
I tried to find a way to pull myself out of the kisses but I couldn’t I liked them too much. When his hands went to work I tried not to moan but my mouth had other plans. His hands neatly folded down the front of my dress exposing my breasts. As he toyed with my nipples any restraint or logic I had flew out our little secret closet. I turned into this aggressive monster snatching his jacket off going for his shirt soon thereafter. He worked on my neck and nipples simultaneously as I peeled him out the shirt. His chest was expansive, strong, and extremely carved. I enjoyed running my hands along the ripples as I went to work on his neck. Which as it turned out was a weak spot for him. His grunts with every kiss only served to inspire more kisses from me.
His hands were no longer on my nipples which rubbed casually against his chest now. The small of my back, my ultimate weakness, he found it with such ease. I wrapped my arms around his neck bracing myself; the Prada’s could not keep me standing properly. His hands slipped down gripped my ass with some spilling over. I told you I wasn’t fat but I wasn’t skinny either I have some rearrange. I dared my hand to touch him as it leisurely strolled down his chest to his waistband. I allowed my hand to slide down the front panel of his slacks caressing him as I did. He groaned and I quickly withdrew my hand for fear that was going to far. He sensed my hesitation and while I couldn’t visualize his face in the darkness I could feel him boring into me. He was staring at me no longer kissing me or groping me. I didn’t know what to do so I pulled away thinking the little impromptu session was over. It wasn’t over by far.
Moist lips were on my lips as his hand guided my hand back to the front of his slacks. I hesitated and he helped me relax by moving his mouth to my nipples. I screamed out unable to control the volume of my voice. He moved my hands with no hesitation on my part as I reached for his zipper. I wasn’t sure where I was going with this other than to actually touch him. And then it was decided for me in a matter of minutes. He was in my hands strong, hard, and ready. His hands stopped their exploration of my body to slip my panties down. I tried to protest but it fell on deaf ears. I heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper and I couldn’t stop it now, I didn’t want to. He lifted me to the stool and wrapped my legs around his waist. I bit my lip as he teased me building the anticipation to an astounding crescendo. I moved my body closer to him the temptation was too great forcing him inside me. We both groaned with that first thrust as he lifted me off the stool completely.
The time for tender kisses and gently stroking was over as he went full caveman on me. I held onto his neck as best I could as he continued his wonderful assault on me. I felt that wave of euphoria you feel right before that big moment as my legs went numb. The shaking and squeezing proved to be his breaking point as he exploded into the condom calling out my name repeatedly. Our bodies kept moving against one another as our mouths reconnected. His tongue was warm with the last remnants of strawberry flavor being absorbed by me. I didn’t want it to end as he pulled out of me, still kissing me. I had no idea how either of us was going to recover from this. We just screwed inside a closet during a hostage situation; surely we are going to hell for that.
After we managed to haphazardly dress I was unable to find the words to describe what just happened. He didn’t know what to say either and for a while we let the darkness do all the talking. His phone ringing was the perfect distraction to the awkwardness.
“Hello this is Officer Roberts. We are clearing the building and our officers will bring you two out. Please do everything they say”, he said confidently. “Just hold tight a few more minutes and this ordeal will be over.”
I felt like a dirty girl. I was so glad he hadn’t called like five minutes ago, that would have been a very ill-timed interruption. I looked at his face still partially hidden by the darkness wondering what this man looked like with a regular sixty watt bulb in use. I wasn’t sure if that made what just happened hotter or if it made me feel sluttier. I just fucked a virtual stranger in a closet while people’s lives were in jeopardy. Was there anyway to spin this story were I wasn’t a complete skank? Nope! I realized lost in my thoughts that Mr. Mysterious hadn’t said anything. He was so talkative and opinionated earlier now he probably just wanted out of this awkward situation. I made up my mind to leave well enough alone. I wouldn’t pressure him to take this any further than it had already gone. I would mark that down as an adventure for me and leave well enough alone.
It occurred to me when I stopped contemplating this situation I could hear noises emanating beyond our closet. I was grateful we would be free soon and that was what it appeared we both wanted right away. I managed to get my purse and bottle of twenty-four karat Sync in my hands before the door was pulled open. They asked us to raise our hands as they pointed guns at us. We both obeyed as they led us out into a room that was still quite dark. The flashlights led the way as we walked out with me in front. I was eager to snatch a look at him before I planned to walk away. But he beat me too it. Several police officers herded me out of the building and I was taken to a nearby police car for safety. I looked around for him but when I was being honest with myself I didn’t really know what I was looking for. I felt really stupid when every voice that spoke to me caused me to turn abruptly. They weren’t him; he beat it out as fast as he could. Just as well I wouldn’t have known what to say to him anyway.
My phone ringing snapped me back to reality. I answered it quickly knowing it would be Evelyn. A little part of me was hoping by some miracle it was him.
“Are you ok? Where were you when the shit hit the fan?” She questioned quickly.
“Scion invited me to that VIP area and it was dark. I was there with another guy and we heard the commotion and hid in the closet once we heard the gun shots”, I explained.
“Oh my God, are you ok. I was so worried I couldn’t find you.”
“Yes I am fine. We called the police on his phone and they told us to stay put. We were in that damn closet for almost two hours. He was a nice guy so that made it easier”, I lied, and he was damn terrific.
“I am so glad you’re okay. Go home and get some rest. Call me and let me know you made it home”, she implored. I thanked her for her concern and promised to text her the moment I got home.
Driving home was difficult my mind kept replaying the closet as much as I wanted to let it go I couldn’t. I didn’t remember putting the key into the lock or walking into my apartment. What I did remember was sinking down into the bubbles of my wonderful tub. I tried erasing my mind as my body tired from stress and sex begged for sleep. I slept fitfully as my brain refused to let go of the act in the closet. I wanted to see his face and have him inside me again. I woke up wanting dinner, conversation, and sex in a bed with him. Instead my boss left me a message that I could take the day off after that ordeal. Evelyn had informed him I was trapped inside the whole time they were negotiating with the gang.
It turns out that the men who ambushed the party were former friends of the men that them held hostage. They left the gang to do something positive with their lives and incurred the wrath of the remaining members. The police were able to get the recording artist out but they had been beaten. I felt really bad knowing I was hiding in a closet fucking. Suddenly it wasn’t so hard to get him off my mind. I decided to write not in my journal but to finish some freelance work with my free paid day off. I’m so greedy but those new Jimmy Choo shoes are not going to pay for themselves. Hey I am very good to me, do not judge me. By the time I called in my order for Chinese food it was almost six pm. I was starving but productive, three articles done and sent to the various editors.
“Hey just calling to check on you. How are you doing?” Evelyn asked.
“I am fine. Just working as usual”, I responded. I poked around my plate of rice while I talked on the phone. As much as I tried to put him out of my mind he kept resurfacing throughout my day. The guilt was eating me up that I was having sex while those performers were getting pistol whipped.
“Why are you working on your day off? Geez take a break girl”, Evelyn begged.
“Evelyn something happened”, I say calmly, “I feel so terrible, well sorta.”
“What did someone hurt you?” Her voice was frantic with worry.
“No he definitely didn’t hurt me”, I said smiling slightly. I relayed the events of the closet to her trying desperately to find some sense of my actions. “I don’t know what came over me Ev.”
“I do a hard dick and from what it sounds like a good hard dick”, she said crassly.
“Yeah I had reached that same conclusion. I thought you were going to give me some slack for being in a crisis situation”, I said solemnly.
“Nope, ok maybe a little but not much. You could have said no and stopped at kissing. He wasn’t going to risk alerting the kidnappers to your location. Do not worry about the artist I am sure Scion is going to milk this whole incident and make a pretty penny.”
“Of that I have no doubt. Just can’t believe I went out like that, no dinner, no date, no romance panties off”, I said exasperated. I pushed the plate away eating was not going to happen.
“Oh I wouldn’t say there was no romance. There sounded like plenty of romance before all the fucking started”, she laughed loudly. “You’re a square I am glad to hear you have a wild streak.”
“Shut up Ev, this is serious”, I pleaded. I had to get out of my home office I headed to the living room looking for the remote. Perhaps I could fall asleep watching TV and put this behind me.
“What you did is not the end of the world. You had a one dark stand in the closet big deal. Think of the bright side no awkward encounters or trying to make something that isn’t really there. It was your barest instinct and you went for it. It’s done now move on”, she demanded.
“It was that good that I can’t Evelyn. I don’t want to be naïve but we definitely had a connection”, I defend.
“Yes you sure did. You connected your vagina to his penis and moved until orgasm.”
“Your right I’m over thinking this as only I can do. It was a very fun albeit intense moment. No more, no less. Alright lady I’m going to veg out with a movie. I will see you at work tomorrow”, I said.
“See you tomorrow my skanky new best friend”, she said roaring with laughter. “I love ya girl.”
“Love you too see you tomorrow.” I hung up the phone glad that very few people like my parents knew I was involved in that hostage situation otherwise my phone would be blowing up. Instead I got through a whole movie before I received a text message. I didn’t know what to say but I do now can you meet me for a drink? Me. I didn’t know what to say back to that. Of course I wanted to meet him for a drink. Hell, he could have said meet me for a dill pickle and I would want to go. I felt stupid I truly couldn’t remember what he looked like. I sat for a few minutes before he texted back a question mark. How the heck did he get my number? That really didn’t matter I was very glad he had the number. I finally texted back. What time and where? I waited for a response and a few minutes later he named a local jazz club that wasn’t too far from my apartment. I agreed to meet him in an hour. Geez what was I going to wear? I wanted to get there earlier than him so he would have to come up to me.
I put on an ivory gauze pleated chiffon belted skirt and a pink chiffon short sleeve tie belt blouse with pair of pale pink sling backs. The shirt was multilayer so I thought it would be sexier without a bra. I re-thought that as my investments jiggled all the way to the car. I truly hope I didn’t appear desperate. I ran a quick finger through my auburn hair giving it a little lift. It looked purposefully messy which I studied as I applied a thin layer of lip gloss. My Honda Accord made it in record time to the Music Note, the jazz club he mentioned. The valet took my keys as a casually dressed doorman opened the door for me. The music poured out but it was going unappreciated as the bar was virtually empty. I figured it was still quite early and the after work crowd had just cleared way for the night crowd. I took a seat at the bar inspecting the remaining patrons. I was sure about one thing he wasn’t here yet.
Thirty minutes later I paid my check for my two Absolute and cranberries feeling totally defeated as I made my way to the door. How could I have been so stupid to think that was him? For all I know it was a joke from Scion and I am now amongst their hoes. I tried not to let one tear fall as I handed the valet my ticket.
“I guess you don’t have your phone on you”, the voice said smoothly. I waited to answer feeling stupid, very stupid. “I called to say I was running late.”
I turned slowly mostly because of fear but because I wanted to remember this moment. And there he was I didn’t recognize his face but I recognized his lips, his hands, and the rest of him without even touching him. I started at the Gucci loafers before making my way to his blue/gray Armani suit which was neatly pressed as was the ash gray shirt underneath. I tried to stop my mind from exploring “underneath” as I took in the rest of him. Chocolate lips and hazel eyes caught the rest of my attention as I waved away the valet reaching for his hand.
“I thought you were making me suffer cruelly like Mary Ann Dashwood”, I replied smiling. I wasn’t sure if he knew what I looked like or not but he knew who I was which made me feel much more relaxed as he took my hand. Inside we found a less obvious spot at the end of the bar. I sipped my Absolute and cranberry slowly as I had already had two before. He sipped his Remy Martin on the rocks gingerly without saying much.
“Are you disappointed?” He asked after a few uncomfortable minutes of silence.
“Absolutely not! What I am is confused? I am not sure how we could have what we had in that closet and not be able to speak outside it.” I usually had no problems holding a conversation.
“This is why I didn’t come up to you at party. I don’t know how to do this”, he admitted.
“Are you playing a game with me? We talked like old friends in that closet”, I said confused.
“Yes we did in the complete darkness. I was able to be myself.” He looked at his drink and then back to me. I wasn’t sure if he was being sincere or pulling my leg.
“Seriously? I wouldn’t think you had problems talking to any woman. You’re beautiful.”
“Believe it or not I am shy. I saw you when you came in with that lady in the flower dress. I wanted to talk to you so badly but I didn’t know what to say. I asked Scion to get you in the dark room. He thought he might want you for himself and I swore I would make him a poor man.”
I can’t help but laugh at the last line. He was so damn fine I couldn’t believe he would have a problem talking to women. I don’t know why but I find myself moving closer to him. I want to make him remember me from the closet and not clam up on me. He tried to compose himself and find his bearings when I touch his hand gently.
“You can talk to me. Anyone who can recognize a Jane Austen reference is cool with me”, I say nicely moving closer to him. I figure we have already bumped pelvises it’s too late to keep up pretenses. He moves nervously the closer I get and I can only imagine when he is at work he is a beast.
“Really”, he stammered rather late. “Yes really”, I responded moving his hand altogether so I can stand directly in front of him. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“No. Okay I am just a little nervous”, he says shaking his head. “I don’t think I can do this. I am not that confident guy you met in the closet. I don’t know how to date. I have been with only one woman and that was my ex-wife.” He stands up taking out his wallet to pay the check but i stop him.
“There is nothing more for you to do. We have already been introduced. You have already shown me that you’re charming and funny. Now all we do is keep that going until we decide to do something else”, I say in my most reassuring voice. His finely chiseled face looks pained. I pull him away from the stool taking him to the back of the bar where it is darker. I can see him and he can see me but there are shadows bouncing off the wall. I lean in and kiss his lips, not bust slobs but a nice kiss.
“Do you remember my lips?” I ask pulling away from the kiss.
“I couldn’t forget them if I wanted to. Not that I want to”, he said as his voice moves up and down in volume. He silently berated himself for that sentence.
“Good I wouldn’t want you to”, I say as I take my hand and put it in his hand lacing our fingers together. “Do you remember my hands?” He nods unable to form the word yes. I move my body close to his wrapping my arms around his neck. “Do you remember my arms around your neck?” He nods yes again and I kiss him. This time it resembles the kisses from the closet. When he realizes he has let his guard down some he fumbles the kiss away. I can see he is ready to bolt out the door but I don’t release my hold on him.
“Sorry I told you I am so new at this”, he apologizes.
“Do you want to leave?” I ask him because he has a pained expression on his face. He nods the affirmative. I pay the tab and we walk back out to the valet to retrieve our cars.
“Are you going to go home?” I ask in my most seductive voice. I can feel him looking at me.
“Yes it’s getting late and I have meeting in the morning”, he said honestly.
“Can you follow me somewhere first? I promise I will have you back in a little while”, I ask using the sad puppy dog eyes. He reluctantly agrees to follow me. I am happy to see him in my rearview mirror as I drive back to my apartment. I know it’s crazy but I want him to be comfortable and my apartment is just that.
“Is this your apartment?” He asked slightly panicked. I nod yes taking his hand almost forcing him to my door. His hesitation is enough to stop me and I turn to him.
“I just want to talk and I think you will be more comfortable here than at that bar.” I don’t give him a chance to say no and pull him into my apartment. The ride up the elevator is quiet and I point out my apartment before I unlock the door. When he takes a seat I fix him a cognac from my little bar. He gladly accepts the glass as I pour myself a wine. I sit across from him as he sips his drink wondering what she did to this man.
“I am sorry I must really make that guy who talked nothing but of himself look really good right now”, he said finally. I laughed and shook my head “no”.
“That guy was the worst and this is nowhere near the horror of that date”, I explain. I moved next to him hoping I wouldn’t scare him but I just wanted to touch him.
“Please do not tell your friends about me”, he begged.
“Please tell me you are not still married”, I said in horror. He put his glass down quickly on the coffee table, “Hell no, I am not still married. I meant that to say they will definitely laugh.”
“Whew, you had me worried for a second”, I say picking up his available hand. “I like you and I am not just talking about sex. I liked you before I saw you remember?”
“Yes I do. I am not that suave brother you met in that closet. I had all the confidence in the world in that closet because I didn’t have to face you.”
“But am I not what you imagined?” I point purposely to my shirt. I can be naughty when I want to be. He tried not to stare too hard when he does look. I watch him shift nervously again.
“I saw you first walking in and you walked right past me without noticing me”, he said.
“I was trying to get myself together for another rapper-liquor release party. I am always hit on by the professional t-shirt thrower with the gold teeth in the front. Out of the whole entourage, that’s the guy who wants my number. When I decline I am called names like stuck up and bourgeoisie.” He couldn’t help laughing at that image, not only could he picture it but he knew that guy. The laughter helped him relax enough to hold my hand instead of me holding his.
“I don’t usually attend these things I prefer to stay in the back but I am tired of being alone”, he admitted. “I want to get out their again and meet people. I feel like my previous relationship has robbed me of enough time.”
“Then get out there and meet people. Get a fur coat made out of some ridiculously expensive animal and some bling bling. With your good looks you will be beating them off with a stick”, I say giggling.
“Easier said than done but I am trying. I am sitting here with you on your couch”, he trails off as his nerves reappear. They quickly disappear when he starts kissing me. I of course being Susie Slut do not object and take every kiss he gives me. I taste the cognac on his tongue as he gives me that as well. His hands aren’t sure what to do so I straddle him on the couch. His hands find my hips which I move slowly over him as he continues to kiss me. If he is playing a game like “shy brother” from Five Heartbeats he deserves me as a prize because I have fallen for it hook, line, and sinker.
He easily unknots the tie on my shirt unraveling it slowly driving me insane. I honestly didn’t bring him back here for sex but uh, okay. My brain stops lecturing itself when I feel his hands on my nipples. That familiar feeling comes rushing back to body as my lower region heats up considerably. He applies more pressure to my nipples and I cry out.
“Stand up”, he whispers in my ear. I obey him and stand before him. He pulls at the ties on my skirt as it falls to the floor. I am vulnerable in front of him in only an ivory thong and my pink sling backs. He slips each foot out of its shoe and I find myself shaking a little whenever he touches me. He takes his suit jacket off stopping to run his hands up my legs as my knees buckle. I feel his warm lips on my thighs then up to my belly button where I feel moist tongue on me. He stands abruptly and I look up to him biting my bottom lip as a smile spreads across his handsome face. He’s not nervous any more I can see it when he loosens his tie. I finish taking it off then unbutton his shirt admiring his chiseled frame in the light. He slides my panties down and I step out of them unsure of what to do next. I feel nervous now and unsure as he admires my body.
His smile is almost greedy when he lays me down on the neon pink comforter on my bed. I undo the button and zipper on his slacks while he kisses my neck moving rapidly to my breast taking his time there. The only thing that stops the attention on my breasts is when I hold him in my hand. He gasps as I stroke him gently and then faster it makes him crazy. He is on his knees in front of me I reach for a condom in my nightstand handing it too him. I slide his slacks down to his knees and finally his black Tommy Hillfiger briefs and it’s too much for us both to be so exposed. The condom is on in record time and he is inside me even faster. I call out his name as he attacks me with no intentions of letting up. His hands are on my shoulders securing me to one spot as he repeatedly pounds into me. I cry out unable to form English words of any comprehension. It drives him deeper into me but not to be undone my body bucks against him. He grunts and growls as I do so holding tightly still to my shoulders. I can see it happening. I orgasm as my body furiously shakes under its power. He follows suit loud as he actually picks up speed and I come again as he does. The only things moving in the room are my quivering legs and our hearts beating rapidly. His hand eventually runs through my hair as he kisses me. And then it happens. He talks to me for hours with the lights on.
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