A Romance "the Pickup"

(I wqrote this for a long legged lady friend, not a lover of mine, this is the kind of game she likes to play on her lovers)

A romantic tryst.

I'm sitting at the bar sipping a 'Beam & Coke". Its a latin-American themed Club, with cool Bossa-nova playing at present. Its A Friday night and I'm just unwinding after my working week.

My daydream is interrupted by the russle of clothes and the wiff of good perfume. I feel the warmpth of a womans body settle on the bar stool next to me. I feel a leg brush mine, I ignore it as an accident. But it happens again, this time a foot lingers against my leg. Sure I have to turn and look. I see your smouldering eyes, and your provocative lip glossed mouth. I gulp as I get hit with the power of your sexuality.

You smile, a catish one with a mouse in its sights. I take you all in now. A 3/4 lightweight shining black coat, bare skin for cleavage. Shear nylons to
startling red high heels, in the same glossy shade as the cuticles . I gulp again, I know this is a trap, I'm a deer caught in the headlights.

"I see I have your attention, good!...Bartender 2 Tequilas please". You announce. He brings the shots, lemons and the salt. Your soft hand takes mine and like a cat, you lick the required spot, then sprinkle salt on it. With an upturned perfect eyebrow you offer your hand to me. Flabergasted as I am, I get the hint and tentively return the jesture. Grabing the shot and the lemon, and thus demanding that I do too, you clink my shot glass and do it. I have to follow, I have no option not to.

"Next" you demand. Shaking my head, I motion the bartender over, and order a repeat. This time you offer your hand first, I let out a breath and we repeat what was done before. Two shots of the bitter Tequila sure does wake the senses, and I blink a couple of times in shock. You knocked them back without bating an eyelash.

Again you motion the bartender over, I groan but am assumming wrong, you get him to lean over and whisper something in his ear, he smiles looks at me and walks away. He goes to the CD player, stops the music, and changes the disc. The sound of sultry Salsa rythems then massarges the air. You unfurl off the barstool, and I watch memerised as your hips sway towards the dance floor. You turn to me and say "I want to dance now".

With hestiant steps I head over to you on the dance floor. Your body has already picked up the sensual rythem, and its actions intice me more. With deliberate syncopated steps, you dance all around me, pushing off me lightly with a hand to spin left and right. I slowly move to the rythem where I stand.

Directly in front of me you stop and left your arms in invitation for a dance hold. 'Damn it" I think and comply. I lead you fast and slow through the rythem, stoping and starting, leading out and catching you back again. I think I am in control, but I sense you are acting like water, I can barely keep hold of you. Besides you are deliberatly brushing against me with your bum, and your hands are gliding over me at will. Also, your dance action shows more of your upper thighs, I can't be sure if you have at least a miniskirt on under there. My male body is betraying itself, and you can feel it as you brush by. I blush with embarresment.

After 2 or 3 teasing songs, you look into my eyes and say "You dance well, and I feel that you are attracted to me (I blush), I want more, I want you now". I stammer and say "Um, what do you mean by now"?. The reply is direct and challenging, "Lets get a taxi back to my hotel..yes". What can I do I nod my ascent. You then lean into me and kiss with a long sensual touch. Your body moulds to mine so our desire presses against each other as well.

You pick up your purse thn takes me by the hand and out the doors to the street. Theres a Taxi RAck just down the road. Getting into the cab, you ensure that, as you lean in, your bum bumps me in the groin. You tell the driver the name of the Hotel and we are off. In the back seat you run your hand up and down my inner thigh, and I yours, and we kiss, our want is evident.

Arriving at the Hotel, you stop me from paying, you are in control. You take me to your room, turn and french kiss me before opening the door and entering. The first thing you say is 'Kick yah shoes off". I comply, my heart is pounding and I can feel the pulse throbing everywhere on me.

You turn around about 10 feet in front of me and slowly unbutton that
3/4 coat of yours. You are slow and deliberate, taking your time, knowing you are teasing me and loving it. The coat is slowly opened to reveal what every red blooded man loves to see. You are wearing form fitting lingirie, matching bra and panties in satin red and black, with long stockings and suspenders. I gulp and start to sweat, I am spell bound by womens magic. You finish this display off by turning slowly around and bending down, flicking your hair and looking at me, your rear curves in their full glory. What a tease.

I am transfixed, you know that, just like a animal injected with a neurotoxin. The hunter moves over to its prey. "Don't move" you huskily command. Your hands move over my body, glideing and gripping me at will. But you start to slowly undress me, jacket, pants, tie, shirt. My underware is last, you takes your time, as something has streached the fabric tight, so they can't just be pulled down. Your wicked smile, tells me you are enjoying this tease. So runing your hand up and down my maleness, you slip inside and with a deft flick release me, then pull my under pants all the way down. And oh, you so make sure that your mouth is so close that I feel your hot breath on my hardness. Another tease..damn it.



You look down at my embarresed show of excitment and say "Nice". I smile and then yelp a little when you grab me by my hard friend and lead me towards the bed. Kicking your high heels off, you lead me onto the bed and say "lay down on your back with yah hands at your sides, no touching yet!". What can I do I comply with a sense of meekness complicated with visible excitment. I look up and see you and adore you standing astride me in all your female allure.

So now you tese me more. Running your hands slowly up and down your body. You slowly undo and roll down one of your stockings, making sure you flick my face with your hair and give me a long lingering look at your cleavage. You toss the stocking onto my face, and say "smell me", your scent and the perfume enfuses the material. Turning around you unroll the other stocking, making sure you spread your legs to tease me with the gap. You toss that one of my face too. I am so hard I can feel the blood pulsing.

Oh you are so not through with me yet. Kneeling down, you slide up me, making sure that your heat rubs over mine. "Relax your arms" you huskily command. I do, and pulling my arms together you tie my wrists with one of the stockings. I know where this is going but I am under the spell of the white witch. Of course the other stocking is used to tie my bound hands to the headboard. Finally you streatch me out and place a pillow under my head so it sits above my arms. I gulp as my imagination runs wild with sceanarios.

Sliding back down and over me, you wickidly give me a few long licks on my pulse. I think "Oh yes..yes..". But once again I am wrong. Is there no end to your teasing wickedness. Standing up, you look down and lick your lips, like a high preistess with her prone sacrefice. Your hands run up the insides of your bare legs, over your mound, your belly and up to cup each of your orbs. You scoop your hands over and under your bra and release yourself. Your excitment is evident with the proud display of your own hardness. Sliding your hands behind yourself, you uncouple the strap and toss your bra aside. then kneeling down you dangle each into my mouth to be licked, swirled and sucked. Teasing each other now.

Not over yet. Standing up your hands head to the focus of both our attentions. I can see ,and smell, that you have become sodden. Your hands betray your own excitment by their jerky actions. They find their way to the bow on one side of your hips and undo it. And oh so once again, you turn around and grind your hips back at me, lean over and look between your legs at your victim. Your hands move to the other side and undo that bow. You grab the panties and seesaw them back and forward between your legs, moaning softy to yourself as they tease your wet folds. You turn to face me, and I can see the sheen of moisture you have created between your legs and the air is filled with the sweet scent of your desire.

Your fingers have warmed yourself and started the heat within, but you want more, I see it in your smouldering eyes. So you walk slowing up, astride my prone body, and stand above my face. I look straight up into you, and some of your desire drips onto me. Kneeling down you position yourself astride my face. I lick my lips as I know what is going to happen, I want it to happen. Teasing me more you swirl your hips around above me and open and close yourself to my fixated gaze. Now you slowly lower your self further until you feel my kiss on your lips. Then you raise and lower yourself a few times to tease the both of us and to ready yourself for what is to come.

You are ready and now settle down, my mouth finds you and feels the textures and beauty that is women. With a sigh your hands seek a hold on the headboard as our unconsious agreement unfolds, we move together in the most intimate of kisses. Being unable to use my hands is so frustrating, but only makes me concerntrate on useing my lips, chin, nose and most importantly my tongue as searchers, seekers and givers of pleasure.

You are still at first, as I outline all your intimate areas, slowly showing you the the petals of the flower that you have planted on me. I blow hot air over all of the folds, fanning the flames. Then I use long lapping licks ending with delicate upward flicks to stir you. This starts you to rocking slowly back and forward, to swirl your hips to my rythem. I glance up to see, past the outline of your swaying chest, to your face. With eyes flaring open and closed, hair flicking side to side, your mouth is open and closing, as you hum to yourself to the rythem of the manipulation.

The view only increases my ambition to get you there. So I speed up the licks, and thrust up into you, sometimes flicking my face so I am ploughing through you using my nose right down to the upturn of my chin. So you get medium hard, to wet and soft, to a hard finish. Your moans indicate that this is your want. And so you return my harder play with your own. And grind down on me, spreading yourself wider and pelvic thrusting, curving your lower back down and through, back and up. I feel you pushing my head down on the pillow as you build towards the point of no control.

Now I feel ready to engulf you and push you over the edge. So breathing out, I wait for the right arc of your pelvis, I surround that shell and the pearl within. I suck you in, you freeze, and gasp. My head rocks a little side to side, and within my mouth my tongue, slowly and softly at first, flicks your exposed point of light. I feel your body jerk a little with this action. For the first time I hear you moan out "Oh goddddd...". Breathing through my nose I attempt to keep the suckation in place. I have you caught and you don't want to escape.

I can see your belly muscels ripple and tense, time is close. So now I toss and revolve my head more. Pulling back and forward so your pearl is teased out tight, and is like the top of a volcanoe. I am bathing it with hard vigorous tonguing. You can't but help thrusting into my mouth, I am deep throating you. Its time, it time, I sense the waves as you approach your horizon. Pulsing in my mouth, your head tosses back, and with one final suffocating thrust you bear down on me and come. Your panting is furious, I feel your melting on me.

I buck you up with my nose and remind you that I need to breath. But you are not done here. so you flip around to give me a glorious view from behind, your sweat, your flanks and your openings in the heat of the moment. So we are in the classic 69 position. This is too much for my male ego to handle. So I am furiously struggling to rip out of my bonds.

Again you slide down on me, I like it as I get to taste you the reverse way now. But now as you are prone along my body your face is over my heat. And you can't help but help yourself. I freeze in mid lapp on you as I feel you engulf me the first time. But you bump me in the face to defrost me and to get me working again. Now we are in compitition to see who can out do the other with our mouths, oh hell you are winning. But now I rip my bonds apart and with my arms free reach up and pull your hips hard down on me. You arc your back in surprise and acceptence.

Now my dander is up and I so want to get you now. My thumbs find your folds and I start to rub and flick, this has the desired result, you push hard back at me , spreading yourself wider. But you are not going to stop with me now either. So the both of us throw down all the tongue moves and finger flicking we can on each other. Rolling over and back so each is in superior position. Like two Marlin hooked and flying against each other.

With the both of us sweating and pumping at each other, time slows as we now both feel the lack of rythem and tension that is the fore runner to our venting needs. Damn but I lose my control first and grunt with the pleasure of release. Then shaking off my smile I refocus on you and engulf your pearl from behind...and do some serious fast swirling. Again its too much for you, pushing up off my stomack your rock yourself to estiesy. Your moans help the the glorious melting I feel under you.

I roll you off me and onto your back, drag you over to the base of the bed so i can stand up between your spread legs. "Grab your thighs" I say. You do, as I use the flats of both my hands to run down and through your apex. Next I use one hand to spread you and the other I insert a finger. I want to find that glorious spot within that will release a greater pleasure for your enjoyment. I delicatly run my finger around, closing my eyes and reveling in the textures that I am experiencing.

Your body jerks up as i find it. I flick back and a second jerk confirms my find of your treasure. I memorise that texture and position through my finger. Now I search up with the corresponding thumb and capture your outside treasure as well. Your hands can't but help sliding up and down your inside thighs. I love the way that squeeses your chest together, I have to lean over and lick the cheeries that are pushed up. Then those quivering lips, we exchange tongues.

You need more, so another finger is added to increase the internal stoking of your fire. But now I thrust them in and up, your body responds by thrusting back. Your hands hurriedly go under your hips and push you up. My fingers twirl and rithe within you, I know this is getting you far away as you babble incoherently. So one final twist, my mouth engulfs you and all my trusting actions culminate with a panting gutteral, pumping open mouthed, gasp from you. This time I feel my fingers being squashed as if in a vat of turkish delite.

As you calm down from your thrashing, we both notice that all this has made me visibly excited again. No words need be spoken, we both need to move to the next rythem. I just so have to lean in one last time a place a long lingering kiss on your core. Then spreading you I find the meeting place of our mutal desire and slowly slide in to the hilt. We both breath and gasp with our respective genders sensations. So the end game begins, but for a few moments we revel in this most exquisit of physical connections.

Slowly at first I make the rythem with delicate slow thrusts. Building up a teasing rythem, you can only but help by adding your natural hip melody to it too. I increase the tempo and the depth of the action. You are with me as we move to the greater beat. Pulling and pushing your pelvis up and down off the bed we meet in different angles, changeing the feel and intensity for you.

I push you further up the bed, pull your legs over my shoulders and begin to plunge in and out as deep as I can. We are holding hands tightly under you for support and encouragement. I stop and adjust your feet so they are alternated together first on one of my shoulders, then the other, for a tighter fit and stimulation. Next I turn you onto one side, raise one leg, and position my self astride the other, reinsert and move to the rythem this way, plus stroking your heat with a free hand. I so love to watch as your body curves and your chest sways to the timing, your hair flicks like the mane of a mare.

Your eyes flick open and you push me off with the foot of your raise leg. 'What next.."? I think. But you show me by getting on all fours, with one hand between your legs, spreading yourself and daring me to play this way. I move in and we are joined again. The tempo is quickly reached, its puntuated by our ragged breathing and the slapping sounds our sweaty bodies are making. You control the angle by changing your body position, either almost upright so we hungreyly kiss, straight out or head down on the bed. Your body is seraching to get that lava point within you to feel the thrusting. Your occational gasps tell me that you have succeeded.

Unconsiously we both feel the connection and the multual building tension that signels release for the both of us. So One final position to get there. I flip you on your back, place my hands under the small of your back and lift you up so only your shoulders and head rest on the bed. Now with my male strength I hammer into your, you reply with your inate female strength and thrust back. I feel you are close and release one of my hands to thumb you on the outside.

That hand feels the rippling of your tummy muscels, your gasping breath, and arched head tell me that your time has come. And you do. With a last powerful heave at me your body grasps me hard within you. I gasp at the pleasure and pain of your pulsating eruption. I feel as if again I am within a palace of velvet crushing cushions.

All this has lead me to sense my time is here too. Once I feel you subside and I can be released, I escape and slide up and down your glorious petaled outside. As if by mutual agreement each of us grasps me with a hand, and with thumbs intertwined , we hard stroke to my goal. You lick your lips and smile as I explode, with tense and jerky actions. We are both frozen in our mutual satisfaction, sweat and exertion, before I collaspe onto the comfort of your soft body.

With tender kisses we just catch our breath, feel the warmth of our desire wetting each others bodies. Its me that revives enough first to say, cheekily, "You are gorigious and exotic..will you marry me and be the mother of my children'?. You reply appears to diswade me. "No honey". I reply sulkily "Why?". Your reply melts me "Because we already did that remember?". And with the sun riseing in my eyes I reply softly "Yes we did..yes we did". We both giggle and laugh, kiss loveingly, stroke each other and wait for a satisfied sleep to take us away.