Stafford (North)

As she laid upon the hotel bed, her legs spread and knees pointing to the cracked ceiling, her mind wandered. It wasn’t that she wasn’t enjoying her lover gently make love to her with his mouth, she was, it was just that she had one of those minds that, well, wandered.

The hotel they had chosen was neither here nor there. Literally. It was slap bang in the middle of where they both lived, separately. It’s only distinguishing feature being that it was on the same site as 2012’s award winning service station, Stafford North.

She knew someone in Stafford. Was it Lynda? Lucy? No. Lydia? Lyndsey?

His hands began to stroke at her thighs as he continued to lick and kiss between her legs.

Her right leg twitched at the sensation. A smile eked its way onto the corner of his lips. ‘Oh yes,’ he thought, ‘you know you like that.’

She twitched her right leg at the sensation. It tickled. She hated tickling. Wrinkles appeared at the side of her eyes as she recoiled from his touch a second time. Lauren? Lisa? Lucinda? Fuck. Who was it that lived in Stafford? Leona?

His tongue was lapping at her lips with a great passion now. He’d slid his arms under her legs and was pulling her up slightly to meet his mouth. More forceful. With real purpose. He leaned back for a second.

She watched as his head rose up. Her eyes transfixed on his. His eyes fixated on her open legs. She smiled, knowingly. She knew he loved to watch her, loved admiring her.

He moved forward again, the brief respite purely to unlock his jaw and regain feeling in his tongue. Pushing forwards, he unfurled his tongue and began, once again, to lap at her exquisite juices. As it slipped and slid across her wet skin, his tongue travelled lower than normal.

She froze.

Did his tongue just go there? She’d never really thought about that before, but now she was and she wasn’t sure if she wanted that or not? Probably not. But maybe?

His tongue flicked upwards. Perhaps she hadn’t noticed what happened. Perhaps she liked it? He wasn’t sure. She probably didn’t, but then it wasn’t something he’d thought of doing. It certainly wasn’t planned. He wasn’t really comfortable thinking about that anyway. He tried hard to remember what it was that connected the two. That bit of skin between her butt and her…

Why had he stopped? She turned her head to the window as the smell of diesel swept through the gap in the curtains on the breeze. Maybe if she moaned a bit? Kick start it a little? She wasn’t keen on that sort of thing. ‘I’d never fake it.’ she remembered telling her friend, once. ‘I mean, what’s the point?’

She let out a soft moan.

He heard her moans. Of course he’d heard her moans. He knew he was good.  Perineum! he thought. That’s what it’s called. His tongue flicked triumphantly, from side to side, against her clit, before pushing flat and hard as it slid down into her opening. He began to spell out the word with his tongue.

P…

E…

R…

Her eyes rolled back into her head as she let herself be carried away by this new found glory. Her brain, struggling to let go and whispering, ‘I told you so.’ as the waves of pleasure pulled her down to the edge of the bed.

I…

N…

E…

His tongue continued to create shapes against her soft, pink, skin. Inside and out.

She grabbed at the rough, starchy sheets. Her head lifting from the bed.

U…

M.

He finished with a flourish. The last flick of the ‘M’ creating swirls and circles the way a caligrapher would begin a new chapter.

“SHARON!” she screamed. Her voice ripping through the halls of the travel tavern, with gusto.

Her head fell back to the bed. His head lifted from between her thighs. A look of bemusement on his face, as he wiped his beard on the back of his hand.

“It was, Sharon,” she said, breathlessly, “Sharon from Stafford.”

Writer's note: This is my first try at Wicked Wednesday. I thought I'd try something a little different. I hope it made you smile. If it did, then maybe I'll write some more.

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Memories (part 1)

We were together once. The memories are all still there, but the smells and the taste and sensations of touch all seem to be fading now. We didn’t have long. We were never supposed to, I guess, but that never stopped us trying. I still remember the night she looked her most beautiful. The night she stayed with me.

It wasn’t the first time we’d made love. We’d had fleeting moments in cheap motels, and stolen kisses on train stations but that one night still gives me goose bumps, still makes my body smile.

I’d woken to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, her back to me as she peered through the big glass window that acted as a wall to the traffic in the city far below. I recall the digital clock by the side of the bed. It’s bright red numbers unsubtly telling me it was 3.12am.

The sheets crumpled as I moved across the bed to kiss the small of her back and as my hands reached for her hips she turned. We sat together, drinking in the stillness of the night our hearts beating as one before she turned her head and kissed me. We’d kissed and fucked with passion earlier that evening but this was a kiss that said something different. A kiss that said “I love you”.

Our bodies melted together as we sank into the mattress and as I began to kiss and nibble at her neck I heard her whisper “I want you”. Those words. Fuck. Those words sent fire through my body. She lowered a hand between us and wrapped her fingers around my base before sliding me purposefully inside her. And there we lay, coiled together in a deep embrace.

I rolled her over, lifting her legs high and pushing deep, our eyes never breaking contact. “Take me. Make me yours” she mouthed. My heart was racing as I admired her in the moonlight. A cinematic shimmer bouncing across her skin, her eyes drinking in mine and sparkling with lust and love.

I had began to slide out of her. The tip almost exposed to the air around us and waited.

Her eyes widened.

And I waited.

As I pushed back inside, her fingers gripped mine and the breath we had held escaped with a sigh, mine a grunt.

Again I waited. Deep inside her this time, making the most of that amazing feeling. I leaned forward, kissing her mouth before moving back and retreating once more as slowly as I could. I felt the wetness drip as I traced her lips, teasing once more before resting just inside.

I felt her hips buck forward, demanding I push back. “I want you” she cried, and that was it. The last thing I had wanted to hear. Holding back the animalistic passion was now harder than ever.

I thrust inside, throwing the weight of my body behind it, sinking ever deeper into her savouring each movement and never, ever, breaking eye contact…

The Cupboard

As she opened the email a smile spread across her lips. Seeing his name in her inbox could generally do that to her anyway, but to read the words “Marketing store room. 5 minutes.” gave the smile that deviant edge to it.

Her pulse quickened as she read the mail over and over, her blue eyes darting from the screen to the clock and back again in quick succession. As each minute passed she became increasingly excited. This was the first time he’d been so forthcoming, so direct. They’d spoken about this sort of encounter before but this… this was something new, something different.

As she moved from her desk she could feel the warmth inside her. Was it showing? Were her cheeks red already? Lowering her head she exited through the door and headed straight for the store room. Would he be there already? Was she going to be first? What if he was just teasing? What if this was just a joke? Why am I asking all these questions? she thought.

Gingerly she wrapped her small fingers around the chrome door handle and pulled it open just wide enough for her to sneak through. It was dark inside, the one window blocked by boxes of envelopes emblazoned with the wrong corporate logo, left to forever act as a blind. With her left hand she reached around for the light switch.

"leave it off". His voice whispered and firm.

She obeyed and as she lowered her hand to her side she felt his presence bearing down on him. “Face the wall”, he instructed. She could feel the warmth of his breath, as his lips brushed her ear.

Her face was now inches from the wall, her hands held head height and palms feeling the rough, cold brickwork. “it feels damp” she said, and as she uttered this, a firm spank came smacking down across her skirt. She realised now, this was not the time to speak.

"Your legs" he whispered, "spread them. For me."

Her feet shuffled across the dusty grey floor until her legs formed a perfect triangle and her teeth began to gently bite at her bottom lip.

"Be mine" he growled as he pushed his chest against her back and reached under her skirt with his right hand, pulling at her tights until the flimsy material created a satisfying rip, exposing her to him for the very first time.

Be mine, rattled around her head making her so giddy that she hadn’t even acknowledged his hands upon her. The sudden rip took her by surprise and a gasp escaped her. She lurched forward slightly at the shock, and the ring on her left hand ground against the wall.

His warm hands cupped her ass and followed the lines of her panties before tracing her gentle curves upwards across her hips. There they rested for a brief moment as he leaned forward once again, placing his lips against her ear and slowly whispered, “I want to feel you”.

A hand slipped down the top of panties and slowly moved down across her ass, a solitary finger sliding between her cheeks as it moved ever onwards. She closed her eyes and craned her neck as she felt the hand force the material away from her. His fingers curling forwards as they found their goal. Two fingers gently touched her clit as his lips kissed then slowly bit at her neck. The feeling of him there seemed to last an age before he slowly brought his fingers back towards her slick, wet hole, teasing her lips apart and then plunging two fingers deep inside.

She let out a deep moan as his teeth grazed her skin and his fingers pushed further inside. Her ass pushed back against him as he began to create tiny circles inside her.

He removed his lips from her neck and breathed the words, “I want to taste you”. With that, he slid his fingers quickly from her now soaking pussy and raised them to his lips. Her ass continued to push back against him, this time finding his crotch as he leaned forward and began to taste her from him fingers tantalisingly close to her face.

Turning her head around and peering through the darkness she could see his shadowy face as he sucked the fragrant juices from his fingers and groaned as the amazing flavours trickled down his throat as her own mouth was left open, agasp.

He placed both hands back on her hips and gently squeezed as he licked his lips and quietly mouthed the words, “thank you”. She stood motionless as she listened to the sounds of his footsteps lead away from her. Her tights torn, her pussy wet and her entire body craving closure.