I don’t need a Lyft, she’d insisted which drew his gaze from the phone screen. His quizzical expression with one eyebrow arching towards his hairline was illuminated by the bluish-light emanating from his phone. Eye’s flicked below the level of the phone as the bra fell to the deck at his feet. He policed his gaze from admiring her breasts which she’d revealed to him, for him. It was less about his earlier reticence to become sexually engaged with a woman he'd deemed too young. Now it was more about a game of refusing to acknowledge her bareness because she clearly wanted him to. Though he did let her apprehend his phone and put it away.
He was quiet and still as her fingers worked to loose his tie. He watched her hands still refusing to acknowledge her efforts. Owen made a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat in response to the issue of Lyft’s policy on clothing. He was sure he could find her a driver that wouldn’t mind her toplessness. But that was beside the point.
“You have clothes to wear, Julianna.” He insisted as she settled his tie around her neck. This time he did afford himself a long look at her. Skin of her arms dimpled with goosebumps which also drew her nipples into attractive points. While she unbuttoned his vest, he arranged his tie so that it hung between her breasts that she wasn’t covered by the material. He let his finger purposefully brush across her nipple in the action of rearranging the silk fabric. Some scant contact before it was gone again and his hands fell back to his sides.
She was pressed against him insisting on more from him: that he undress more and that they experiment with her corruptibility. He made no moves to shrug out of his vest, but pushed her hands away from him. He took the ends of the tie into his hand and began folding and looping the material into a slip knot.
“It seems, to me, that your path to corruption has already been traveled.” He tightened the knot up to her throat, “Which is good. Nice farm girls are no fun anyways.” He gathered the remaining fabric and moved away from the bar tugging at the tie around her neck like a leash expecting her to follow where he led her.
Owen led her inside through the sliding glass door and down the hall to his bedroom. He flipped the light on revealing to her the most lived in room of the house. The room that seemed to reveal that indeed someone did regularly reside in the home. A stately four post bed was the focal of the room. An armchair in the corner seemed to be a favorite reading spot as a haphazard collection of books were piled there on the floor. A laptop lay on the floor near to the bed plugged into the wall with a black cord that snaked across the floor.
He situated her in front of the most impressive feature of the room letting the tie fall back against her skin. A wall of floor to ceiling windows that faced outwards from the bed. City lights in the distance sparkled. The nearest condominiums across the busy street were seen easily enough. A good pair of binoculars and one would know what was for dinner across the way. Figures moved about in living rooms and bedrooms. Casual voyeurism being a feature of high-rise city living.
Owen shrugged out of his vest and untucked his shirt as he let her take in the view and the implications. “I’m going to fuck you now Julianna...” It was a phrase that carried some sort of warning to it. Owen moved behind her, threading his hands underneath her arms. He pressed himself against her, situating his erection against her the curve of her ass. He cupped her breasts taking nipples between his thumb and index finger. He tugged at her in a way that was more urgently assertive than would normally be considered polite for a first encounter. He didn't think Julianna was so concerned for politeness and if she was, well, he could hardly care anymore. His face lowered to her ear and so that he could take her earlobe between his teeth.
“And all of D.C. is going to watch.”
Julianna leaned back against his chest and a small whine escaped her in response to the fingers at her breasts. Owen’s lips were moving towards her jaw so she turned her head wanting to capture them with her own. His mouth hovered near hers but he denied her the kiss she wanted.
Instead, he pulled away suddenly. Her back felt cold when his chest retreated from her. She turned gazing at him questioningly, her face burning from arousal and perhaps a bit of embarrassment from her obvious desire for him.
Owen was lazily unbuttoning his shirt looking as if he had forgotten about her. “Sit on the end of the bed.” He told her barely gazing up from where his eyes attentively watched his hand move down the front of him.
She complied perching herself on the end of his bed. She faced the window. There was no other way to face sitting there. The lights of the city continued to sparkle like far off stars. Julianna’s heart pounded in her ears in anticipation. His movement from the edge of her periphery to the center of her vision drew her gaze.
“Spread your legs.” He said casually.
She didn’t realize she was sitting with her legs pressed together. She did as she was told. When she separated her knees for him she felt her clit throb. The broad silhouette standing in front of her shrugged out of his shirt. He carefully folded his shirt over his arm. The city came in full view again as he moved off to the side taking his shirt to lay it on a bureau against the wall.
She turned her head watching him move.
“Be still.”
His impatient instruction snapped her head back to the front. She was exposed. And soaked. That much she knew without having to even touch herself.
She could hear a siren far away on the street below. A light clicked on in the building across from his. She could see two silhouettes move in the window. But her attention was otherwise bent on the man in the room with her. He was undressing with deliberate slowness just on the edge of her peripheral vision. She heard the distinct sound of his belt buckle being released followed by a taut “zip.” She felt hot all over.
When he came back into her vision, he was naked. He dragged the chair from the corner in front of the window, centered. He turned towards her, his erect cock was in his hand and he stroked downward rolling a condom with his hand down to the base of him. He was close enough that she could see his muscles move under his skin.
“Come here.” He said while he kept caressing himself over the condom. He sat down in the chair facing the widow. His knees parted when she tentatively rounded the chair and Owen pulled her between them. He turned her around so that she was again facing the window. He sat for a moment admiring her standing naked in front of him with her hands bound behind her back. His hand moved over her shoulder and down her arm before it moved back again that same path and traced her spine. She shivered involuntarily and she felt her nipples kind of prick.
His hand engulfed her shoulder again and the other touched her hip. With downward pressure he guided her towards his lap until she was almost sitting on an invisible chair. Hovering just above him. He held her there to position himself against her opening. He pushed down on her shoulder, easing himself inside of her until she was fully seated in his lap. She gasped at the sharp pleasure when he entered her and pressed downwards towards him when he thrust upwards into her.
He ran his hand up her spine and over her shoulder as he fucked upwards into her. His arm snaked around her and he pulled her back against him with his forearm pressed hard against her throat. “I wonder.” He breathed against her ear. “Do you like that they could be watching you? Or do you just not care?”
“Is there a difference?” She gasped the question, unthinkingly. She enjoyed the tightness of his arm her throat when she spoke.
His grunt was derisive. Mocking almost. As if she had said something silly. His other hand skirted down the flat of her stomach to dip between her legs. Her spread her arousal around with his fingers and languidly rubbed his middle finger against her clit.
“The difference is what kind of slut you are. But I suppose it doesn’t matter.”
Her whine was almost desperate.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He asked moving his arm so that his hand could encircle her throat. The skin beneath his hand vibrated when she moaned a “yes.” She matched the rhythm of his hips rocking upwards into her.
Without warning Owen stopped and slid his hands under her knees pulling them upwards towards her chest. Her feet left the ground and she was seated in his lap helpless with his cock sheathed inside, her hands bound behind her back, and her legs spread wide. He lifted her up and banged her down on his cock which brought cry out of her. He repeated the motion again and again until they both came.
Julianna could feel his heart pounding in his chest from the effort. His torso rose and fell quickly at her back as he caught his breath. He picked her up off his cock one last time and she felt suddenly empty. Her legs felt cramped as he unhooked his hands from beneath her knees and let them lower slowly. Owen pushed her forward just enough to release her hands. The muscles of her arms felt the same gratifying cramping when they were released.
She twisted to the side and leg her legs hang over one of his thighs. His arm encircled her back and his other hand came to rest on her knee. She let her head fall against his shoulder. She was cradled safely against him but her mind was darkened with a sudden doubt. Her fingers fiddled uselessly at his chest. The chair came to mind. It was the first thing she noticed about his room. It didn’t fit. Now she knew why it was there. And he hadn’t put it there for her, specifically. That much was obvious.
The sudden press of his cheek against her forehead stayed her doubts for a moment. His skin felt rough from five o’clock shadow. She nuzzled to hide her face against his shoulder and neck.
They sat until sweat had dried cool on their skin.
His face turned suddenly and he kissed her forehead. His thumb brushed back and forth swiftly against her arm almost as if to rouse her. “Are you tired?”
“It’s late.” Was her way of answering in the affirmative.
“Do you want to take a shower?”
She nodded and started to push off of him. His hands tightened and she stilled her body but lifted her head questioningly. He hooked his arm under her knees and lifted her easily. His feet padded gently over the carpet as he carried her to the bathroom.
The bathroom was as impressive as the rest of his house, boasting not only a shower with multiple heads that shot water from either side as well as from the top, but also a jacuzzi tub and steam stall. Owen eased her down until her bare feet touched cold tile. He touched one of her hands with his as he reached into the shower to turn it on. His other hand felt the water, confirming that it would come out hot before he lead her as if they were about to dance into the shower stall.
He brought her close to him under the stream of hot water. She closed her eyes turning her face up towards the water and smoothed her wet hair back. When she opened her eyes again, his face was close to hers. Water droplets clung to his eye lashes and a few hairs hung wet in front of his forehead. He looked simultaneously pretty and handsome and it made her stomach ache.
On her face was a look of raw vulnerability or confusion. He wasn’t sure which. He pressed his lips against her mouth.
The kiss was warmer than she expected. She melted into it and into him. His hands touched her face as he walked her back out of the stream of water and against the cool tile wall. Her hands gripped the back of his shoulders as he pressed his body warm against the front of her.
When he pulled away from her, he handed her a loofah and a bar of soap. The soap was dark green and marbled and smelled like tea tree oil. Afterwards, they dried off in over-sized, fluffy white towels. He rifled around in the drawers until he found a new toothbrush and tore open the packaging for her. They watched each other in the mirror while they brushed in silence.
He lingered in the bathroom while she crawled into bed feeling clean and cozy. She pulled the sheets and blankets all around her and could smell the scent of his soap on her own skin. The light clicked off in the bathroom and he padded into the room. She watched him go to the dresser and pull out a pair of black boxers.
“Get some sleep.” He said to the mound in his bed.
The way he said it made her heart fall in disappointment. He wasn’t coming to bed.
“Aren’t you coming to bed?”
“I have some work emails I have to answer.” He explained lamely. “I’ll be just a few minutes.” He lied as he bent over her and kissed her once more on the lips. “Good night.”
“‘Night.” She said in a small voice. She turned over on her side so she wouldn’t have to watch him leave the room. She gathered the blankets and sheets around her like a protective cocoon and watched the wall, listening for him to come to bed until she fell asleep.
He was quiet and still as her fingers worked to loose his tie. He watched her hands still refusing to acknowledge her efforts. Owen made a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat in response to the issue of Lyft’s policy on clothing. He was sure he could find her a driver that wouldn’t mind her toplessness. But that was beside the point.
“You have clothes to wear, Julianna.” He insisted as she settled his tie around her neck. This time he did afford himself a long look at her. Skin of her arms dimpled with goosebumps which also drew her nipples into attractive points. While she unbuttoned his vest, he arranged his tie so that it hung between her breasts that she wasn’t covered by the material. He let his finger purposefully brush across her nipple in the action of rearranging the silk fabric. Some scant contact before it was gone again and his hands fell back to his sides.
She was pressed against him insisting on more from him: that he undress more and that they experiment with her corruptibility. He made no moves to shrug out of his vest, but pushed her hands away from him. He took the ends of the tie into his hand and began folding and looping the material into a slip knot.
“It seems, to me, that your path to corruption has already been traveled.” He tightened the knot up to her throat, “Which is good. Nice farm girls are no fun anyways.” He gathered the remaining fabric and moved away from the bar tugging at the tie around her neck like a leash expecting her to follow where he led her.
Owen led her inside through the sliding glass door and down the hall to his bedroom. He flipped the light on revealing to her the most lived in room of the house. The room that seemed to reveal that indeed someone did regularly reside in the home. A stately four post bed was the focal of the room. An armchair in the corner seemed to be a favorite reading spot as a haphazard collection of books were piled there on the floor. A laptop lay on the floor near to the bed plugged into the wall with a black cord that snaked across the floor.
He situated her in front of the most impressive feature of the room letting the tie fall back against her skin. A wall of floor to ceiling windows that faced outwards from the bed. City lights in the distance sparkled. The nearest condominiums across the busy street were seen easily enough. A good pair of binoculars and one would know what was for dinner across the way. Figures moved about in living rooms and bedrooms. Casual voyeurism being a feature of high-rise city living.
Owen shrugged out of his vest and untucked his shirt as he let her take in the view and the implications. “I’m going to fuck you now Julianna...” It was a phrase that carried some sort of warning to it. Owen moved behind her, threading his hands underneath her arms. He pressed himself against her, situating his erection against her the curve of her ass. He cupped her breasts taking nipples between his thumb and index finger. He tugged at her in a way that was more urgently assertive than would normally be considered polite for a first encounter. He didn't think Julianna was so concerned for politeness and if she was, well, he could hardly care anymore. His face lowered to her ear and so that he could take her earlobe between his teeth.
“And all of D.C. is going to watch.”
Julianna leaned back against his chest and a small whine escaped her in response to the fingers at her breasts. Owen’s lips were moving towards her jaw so she turned her head wanting to capture them with her own. His mouth hovered near hers but he denied her the kiss she wanted.
Instead, he pulled away suddenly. Her back felt cold when his chest retreated from her. She turned gazing at him questioningly, her face burning from arousal and perhaps a bit of embarrassment from her obvious desire for him.
Owen was lazily unbuttoning his shirt looking as if he had forgotten about her. “Sit on the end of the bed.” He told her barely gazing up from where his eyes attentively watched his hand move down the front of him.
She complied perching herself on the end of his bed. She faced the window. There was no other way to face sitting there. The lights of the city continued to sparkle like far off stars. Julianna’s heart pounded in her ears in anticipation. His movement from the edge of her periphery to the center of her vision drew her gaze.
“Spread your legs.” He said casually.
She didn’t realize she was sitting with her legs pressed together. She did as she was told. When she separated her knees for him she felt her clit throb. The broad silhouette standing in front of her shrugged out of his shirt. He carefully folded his shirt over his arm. The city came in full view again as he moved off to the side taking his shirt to lay it on a bureau against the wall.
She turned her head watching him move.
“Be still.”
His impatient instruction snapped her head back to the front. She was exposed. And soaked. That much she knew without having to even touch herself.
She could hear a siren far away on the street below. A light clicked on in the building across from his. She could see two silhouettes move in the window. But her attention was otherwise bent on the man in the room with her. He was undressing with deliberate slowness just on the edge of her peripheral vision. She heard the distinct sound of his belt buckle being released followed by a taut “zip.” She felt hot all over.
When he came back into her vision, he was naked. He dragged the chair from the corner in front of the window, centered. He turned towards her, his erect cock was in his hand and he stroked downward rolling a condom with his hand down to the base of him. He was close enough that she could see his muscles move under his skin.
“Come here.” He said while he kept caressing himself over the condom. He sat down in the chair facing the widow. His knees parted when she tentatively rounded the chair and Owen pulled her between them. He turned her around so that she was again facing the window. He sat for a moment admiring her standing naked in front of him with her hands bound behind her back. His hand moved over her shoulder and down her arm before it moved back again that same path and traced her spine. She shivered involuntarily and she felt her nipples kind of prick.
His hand engulfed her shoulder again and the other touched her hip. With downward pressure he guided her towards his lap until she was almost sitting on an invisible chair. Hovering just above him. He held her there to position himself against her opening. He pushed down on her shoulder, easing himself inside of her until she was fully seated in his lap. She gasped at the sharp pleasure when he entered her and pressed downwards towards him when he thrust upwards into her.
He ran his hand up her spine and over her shoulder as he fucked upwards into her. His arm snaked around her and he pulled her back against him with his forearm pressed hard against her throat. “I wonder.” He breathed against her ear. “Do you like that they could be watching you? Or do you just not care?”
“Is there a difference?” She gasped the question, unthinkingly. She enjoyed the tightness of his arm her throat when she spoke.
His grunt was derisive. Mocking almost. As if she had said something silly. His other hand skirted down the flat of her stomach to dip between her legs. Her spread her arousal around with his fingers and languidly rubbed his middle finger against her clit.
“The difference is what kind of slut you are. But I suppose it doesn’t matter.”
Her whine was almost desperate.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He asked moving his arm so that his hand could encircle her throat. The skin beneath his hand vibrated when she moaned a “yes.” She matched the rhythm of his hips rocking upwards into her.
Without warning Owen stopped and slid his hands under her knees pulling them upwards towards her chest. Her feet left the ground and she was seated in his lap helpless with his cock sheathed inside, her hands bound behind her back, and her legs spread wide. He lifted her up and banged her down on his cock which brought cry out of her. He repeated the motion again and again until they both came.
Julianna could feel his heart pounding in his chest from the effort. His torso rose and fell quickly at her back as he caught his breath. He picked her up off his cock one last time and she felt suddenly empty. Her legs felt cramped as he unhooked his hands from beneath her knees and let them lower slowly. Owen pushed her forward just enough to release her hands. The muscles of her arms felt the same gratifying cramping when they were released.
She twisted to the side and leg her legs hang over one of his thighs. His arm encircled her back and his other hand came to rest on her knee. She let her head fall against his shoulder. She was cradled safely against him but her mind was darkened with a sudden doubt. Her fingers fiddled uselessly at his chest. The chair came to mind. It was the first thing she noticed about his room. It didn’t fit. Now she knew why it was there. And he hadn’t put it there for her, specifically. That much was obvious.
The sudden press of his cheek against her forehead stayed her doubts for a moment. His skin felt rough from five o’clock shadow. She nuzzled to hide her face against his shoulder and neck.
They sat until sweat had dried cool on their skin.
His face turned suddenly and he kissed her forehead. His thumb brushed back and forth swiftly against her arm almost as if to rouse her. “Are you tired?”
“It’s late.” Was her way of answering in the affirmative.
“Do you want to take a shower?”
She nodded and started to push off of him. His hands tightened and she stilled her body but lifted her head questioningly. He hooked his arm under her knees and lifted her easily. His feet padded gently over the carpet as he carried her to the bathroom.
The bathroom was as impressive as the rest of his house, boasting not only a shower with multiple heads that shot water from either side as well as from the top, but also a jacuzzi tub and steam stall. Owen eased her down until her bare feet touched cold tile. He touched one of her hands with his as he reached into the shower to turn it on. His other hand felt the water, confirming that it would come out hot before he lead her as if they were about to dance into the shower stall.
He brought her close to him under the stream of hot water. She closed her eyes turning her face up towards the water and smoothed her wet hair back. When she opened her eyes again, his face was close to hers. Water droplets clung to his eye lashes and a few hairs hung wet in front of his forehead. He looked simultaneously pretty and handsome and it made her stomach ache.
On her face was a look of raw vulnerability or confusion. He wasn’t sure which. He pressed his lips against her mouth.
The kiss was warmer than she expected. She melted into it and into him. His hands touched her face as he walked her back out of the stream of water and against the cool tile wall. Her hands gripped the back of his shoulders as he pressed his body warm against the front of her.
When he pulled away from her, he handed her a loofah and a bar of soap. The soap was dark green and marbled and smelled like tea tree oil. Afterwards, they dried off in over-sized, fluffy white towels. He rifled around in the drawers until he found a new toothbrush and tore open the packaging for her. They watched each other in the mirror while they brushed in silence.
He lingered in the bathroom while she crawled into bed feeling clean and cozy. She pulled the sheets and blankets all around her and could smell the scent of his soap on her own skin. The light clicked off in the bathroom and he padded into the room. She watched him go to the dresser and pull out a pair of black boxers.
“Get some sleep.” He said to the mound in his bed.
The way he said it made her heart fall in disappointment. He wasn’t coming to bed.
“Aren’t you coming to bed?”
“I have some work emails I have to answer.” He explained lamely. “I’ll be just a few minutes.” He lied as he bent over her and kissed her once more on the lips. “Good night.”
“‘Night.” She said in a small voice. She turned over on her side so she wouldn’t have to watch him leave the room. She gathered the blankets and sheets around her like a protective cocoon and watched the wall, listening for him to come to bed until she fell asleep.
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RE: Whisky Sour [Closed] - by saronym - 01-07-2018, 01:26 AM
RE: Whisky Sour [Closed] - by megs - 01-07-2018, 02:07 PM
RE: Whisky Sour [Closed] - by saronym - 01-10-2018, 01:35 AM
RE: Whisky Sour [Closed] - by megs - 01-14-2018, 05:18 PM
RE: Whisky Sour [Closed] - by saronym - 01-31-2018, 01:13 AM
RE: Whisky Sour [Closed] - by megs - 02-02-2018, 04:09 PM
RE: Whisky Sour [Closed] - by saronym - 02-02-2018, 07:16 PM
RE: Whisky Sour [Closed] - by megs - 02-04-2018, 09:38 PM
RE: Whisky Sour [Closed] - by saronym - 02-05-2018, 12:00 AM
RE: Whisky Sour [Closed] - by megs - 02-05-2018, 05:05 PM
RE: Whisky Sour [Closed] - by saronym - 02-07-2018, 07:52 PM
RE: Whisky Sour [Closed] - by megs - 03-04-2018, 01:28 PM
RE: Whisky Sour [Closed] - by saronym - 03-13-2018, 02:18 AM
RE: Whisky Sour [Closed] - by megs - 07-23-2018, 02:43 AM
RE: Whisky Sour [Closed] - by saronym - 08-02-2018, 11:39 PM
RE: Whisky Sour [Closed] - by megs - 08-12-2018, 04:45 AM
RE: Whisky Sour [Closed] - by saronym - 09-02-2018, 10:15 PM
RE: Whisky Sour [Closed] - by megs - 10-11-2018, 01:35 PM
RE: Whisky Sour [Closed] - by saronym - 03-31-2019, 09:40 PM
RE: Whisky Sour [Closed] - by saronym - 05-07-2019, 01:24 PM
RE: Whisky Sour [Closed] - by megs - 04-07-2019, 02:22 PM
RE: Whisky Sour [Closed] - by megs - 05-08-2019, 07:08 PM
RE: Whisky Sour [Closed] - by saronym - 11-18-2019, 08:55 AM
RE: Whisky Sour [Closed] - by megs - 11-18-2019, 05:52 PM