/- Lewis -/
There she stood, I got Lost in the depths of her emerald gaze, I found myself captivated by the allure of her intellect and the grace of her physique, a Petite body shape that almost had the resemblance of an hourglass. And ohhh her boobs, the spectacular sight of her cleavage left me having wishes and my gentle giant down there throbbing. Each curve, a testament to her beauty, each glance, a glimpse into the depths of her mind.
"You are a masterpiece of mind and body, a captivating enigma I yearn to unravel" I said inside me as I left the car and approached her.
Finally getting to her, I realized up close she looked a thousand times more than she looked when I was inside the car.
"You could've told me you were coming Boo" she said as I held her by the waist and she wrapped her hands around my neck.
I arched my eyebrows and asked "Do I need an invitation to visit the one my heart beats for now?"
"Uh uh, don't take words from me now" she said as she opened the door and I followed closely behind her.
As we stepped into the living room, my attention was immediately drawn to a figure resting on the couch. Though I harbored countless inquiries, I chose to maintain a loud silence, unwilling to disturb the scene before me. Yet, as if on cue, a sudden, searing pain pierced my skull, as if tiny scalpels were dissecting my thoughts. In that moment, a sense of deja vu washed over me, accompanied by fleeting memories of an unfamiliar basement and shadowy figures. Though hazy, I couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity, as if I had encountered this mysterious lady before, in a familiar place but definitely from the past.
"Who is that?" I asked, holding my head in an effortless bid to numb the pain.
"That's…...that's just my friend, we don't want wake her up" she said scatteredly as she dragged me upstairs
"Dianne….."
"Shush Lewis, just follow me" she said as she dragged me upstairs quicker.
There was an enigmatic quality in the expression that was on her face, an elusive look that bore emotions that evaded my grasp, leaving me intrigued and uncertain. As her soft hands held mine, I felt a soothing sense of comfort wash over me, yet my mind remained tethered to the unanswered questions lingering in the air. Who was the mysterious woman on the couch in the living room?. As I thought about this, soon we got to Dianne's room. The moment we stepped into Dianne's room, she playfully tossed me onto the bed with a flicker of mischief dancing in her mesmerizing emerald eyes.
Walking towards me, she nibbled on her lower lips as she gently played with her boobs. As though ensnared by an enchantment, my mind went blank, every thought evaporating as swiftly as the morning mist. Fingers fumbling with the knot of my tie, I hastened to shed the layers of my Burgundy double-breasted tuxedo, each button undone with a sense of urgency. In the blink of an eye, Dianne and I stood bare, stripped of all pretense, just as we entered this world—naked, vulnerable, and not shackled by the weight of our garments.
"F*ck, I knew I should've shaved before coming here" I said within myself as I looked at the little hair that had started forming down there.
For the very first time, I found myself on the boat of intimacy with Dianne, a moment I had yearned for with a fervor that bordered on obsession. It was as though she had delved into the rooms of my thoughts, unraveling my deepest desires, things I thought about before I even set foot in her presence. Her body, a symphony of temptation, beckoned to me with a silent allure that only my senses could perceive. Our connection had been one of love at first sight, a whirlwind of passion ignited by a single glance, yet my admiration for her boobs had grown exponentially since the first day we hugged each other.
Rising to my feet, I gently held her slender waist with my arms, drawing her close to me in a tender embrace. As she rested against me, her delicate breath tickling the nape of my neck, she whispered softly, her words a sweet melody in the night air. "There's always been something utterly captivating about the scent you wear," she murmured, her voice tinged with a hint of longing and affection.
Slowly caressing her ass, I lifted her from her thighs, as support she wrapped her legs around me. As I sucked on her lips with so much affection and desire, my sleeping giant down there started coming up. I walked slowly towards the wall, made sure her back was resting against the wall and then we got deep into the kissing.
Soon enough, my gentle giant was all up and I wanted to drive it inside her pussy so badly. I turned and laid her on the bed slowly. As I laid her down, I started sucking on her titties while using my fingers to gently stroke her already wet pussy. Before you know it I was already kissing her belly button and within the blink of an eye I was down on her pussy, eating it like a kid who hadn't had breakfast would eat during recess.
My tongue went deep inside her and amidst her moans I could've sworn I heard a subtle, bone-like cracking or popping sound I would usually hear from movies when fangs just emerged from the gums of a vampire but I paid no attention to that.
"I'm…...I'm cumming" she said softly amidst moans. Lost in the pleasure and excitement I got from eating her out while she ran her fingers through my hair and massaged my scalp affectionately, I heard her faintly and started going in more, wrapping my hands around her thighs as she held my head.
A gentle splattering soon made contact with my face as she came and as soon as I raised my head up she hugged me and amidst pants she said, "I really needed that and I'm sorry for this"
At that moment I could feel two cold sharp points make contact with my skin, I felt the nape of my neck being pierced by what felt like two sharp needles at the same time.
"What…...what's going on" I said as blood soon filled my eyes.
What unfathomable act had she committed? A chill swept through my body, enveloping me in its icy embrace. It was a whirlwind of emotions, as if I were on the brink of consciousness yet trapped in a state of numbness, unable to discern reality from the depths of my turmoil.