TARASHA- CHAPTER ONE

The breeze blew gently on her skin through the opened window as she peeped outside. The moon lit the earth brightly, working with the well lighted streets to reveal every road and blocks on the streets. Tarasha looked up at the  

shining stars, they seemed to communicate something to her which she didn't understand. She turned back into the room and glanced at the wall clock which was her only companion in the large bedroom as the tick tock sound it made was the only sound that could be heard in the house.

She closed the window and walked to her planning table; she switched on the laptop and waited patiently for it to finish booting before she clicked on a folder icon on the desktop. The folder opened, revealing a Microsoft word document which she opened and began to scan through.

She stood up a minute later, obviously satisfied with the details gotten from the document. She glanced at the wall clock again; it was fifteen minutes past 1am already. According to the information she was given to work with, the Nanl  gang would move the targeted van by 3am.

She walked to the drawer and bent as she pulled it out, she didn’t think she would require a lot of instruments for this job as she was only required to pick up a carton from a van that wasn't heavily secured. She picked out her favourite tool, a Walther PPK which she fondly referred to as “baby”, she inserted it into the pocket in her jacket with a silencer and closed the drawer. She picked up a small black piece elastic material from the table and stuck it into her back pocket as she walked out of the house.

In no time, she drove out of the compound and hit the main road. The road was very free as it used to be at midnight, so she got to her destination in less than ninety minutes.

She parked her car at a reasonable distance from the house which was located at a T-section part of the road, in a very dark corner on the street where she was able to get a clear view of the warehouse. Not too long after, she could hear the sound of a vehicle engine being started, she glanced at her wristwatch, it was 2.58am. She quietly came out of the car through the other side and hid in the darkness, looking around to be sure no one was watching her. She sat on the car bonnet, pulled out the mask from her back pocket and wore it, the mask covered only part of her face having holes that allowed her see and talk freely. She also picked some black hand gloves from the car and put them on.

At exactly 3 o'clock, the screeching sound of the opening gate was heard. Tarasha changed her position and bent down by the side of the car as the opened gate now revealed a vehicle whose front lights shone brightly, illuminating the compound. 

She watched as the van was driven outside the compound and the gate closed. She noticed that his two men seated in the van, one of them spoke as they got close to her car. She couldn't make out what was been said but she knew they were talking about her car as the driver looked towards her direction.

After they drove a little bit far past her, she got into the car and waited for them to make a turn at the junction before she started the car engine and pursued after them.

'Look, isn't that the car we saw parked a by the road side now?' The driver of the van asked after spotting the car racing after them through the side mirror.

'Yes' one of his companion answered him, "looks like a Lady is  the driver"

'A lady? What does she want at this time of the day?' The driver was amazed, he made space for her car to pass beside the van.

'I've got something of mine in your van' Tarasha shouted as she already levelled up with them. "Park your van and let's talk"

'Are you crazy wo...' The driver couldn't complete his question as one of the van tyres deflated at that moment. He struggled with the steering wheel but was able to avoid an accident since the van was on a low speed.

'What happened?' The other guy asked the driver.

'I don't know' he replied as he opened the door and came out of the vehicle. Tarasha's front car light shone brightly into his eyes. 

He was vexed and he approached the car in anger where it was parked behind them, the car light was turned off as he got closer. The Lady came out and faced the opposite side, waiting for him.

'What on earth do you...' A blow landed on his face  he staggered backwards, almost falling.

He charged towards her but she dodged his attack and sent him another blow on his stomach. Tarasha held his head before he recovered and hit his head on the car bonnet which sent him sprawling on the floor with a loud cry.

The other man in the car was already rushing towards her with a iron rod but she bent down making him miss his target and almost falling down. Before he could make another attempt, she sent his legs off the ground with a sliding kick that made him hit his head on the floor, after which she hit his head his head with the butt of her gun,  knocking him out.

She picked up the other man who was already bleeding through the nose and dragged him to the back of the van.

'Open it' She commanded as she placed a gun at the back of his neck.

'The key is in the car' he replied shakily. She escorted him as he walked to the driver's side and picked the key.

'Get me the carton labelled "D" ' she ordered as the man busied himself with the key.

The man switched on his torchlight and begun to offload the neatly arranged cartons. It wasn't too long before he saw the carton labelled 'D'.

Tarasha made him carry it to her car boot then she knocked him out with the butt of the gun and drove off after making sure nobody saw them.

She checked her time as she parked car in her compound, it was 3.50am already. She left the carton in the boot and walked into the house. Before she laid on the bed, she sent a text message to an unsaved number from her phone.

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*10am, same day *

'Damn! You idiots' Don exclaimed angrily as he scattered the objects placed on his table. He picked his gun and walked closer the two men kneeling at the front of his table, there were other five mean looking men standing in the office.

'So you two mean an ordinary lady knocked out both of you?' He continued angrily.

'Sir... I... I...' One of the men kneeling down stammered, he was the driver of the van.

'You what? And you still laid helpless till the police found and arrested you'

'We are sorry sir, we promise to get her and recover the carton' the other man replied, fidgeting all over.

'Idiot, what did she look like? Can you recognize her?'

'No, she was wearing a mask, we didn't see her face'

'Idiot, how do you intend to get her?' Don barked angrily.

'We ...' The man began to speak but couldn't continue as Don fired bullets into the chests of the both men.

'Dispose them off' he ordered the men in the room.

Four of the men carried the bodies outside, two carrying each one. The remaining man who seemed to be the next in command walked closer to the table as Don walked back to his seat.

'We should have sent more capable men' Don said as he sat down.

'We were not expecting any attack and this isn't the first time of sending both of them on errands like this, they've never failed'

'So how did this happen?'

'It must have been well planned, I think we were played'

'Played? Do you think Felix can play a trick on me, knowing the kind of person I am?'

'I believe that the carton was returned to that warehouse, no one else knew about the transaction'

Don picked up his phone and dialed a number, placing a stern look at the man standing at his front as he waited for his call to be answered.

'He's not picking' he announced to the waiting ears of his subordinate.

'I told you' the man said boastfully.

'Go get my stuff for me and bring Felix down here in two hours' Don ordered in a gruffy voice.

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Tarasha rode speedily on the free expressway, the breeze making her jacket fly backwards. She loved the attention she got when she occasionally sped past cars, the look on the drivers' faces was always a questioning look of how a lady should be riding so crazily. But it was her hobby, that was the way she relaxed.  She slowed down a little bit when she looked at the side mirror and noticed someone waving and calling.

'Hey' Henry shouted, slowing down the powerbike speed as he levelled up with her.

'Hi' she replied him.

'I'm Henry, can we stop and talk a little?' Henry asked, increasing his speed to level up again as she increased hers first.

'What do you have to say? I don't have enough time to stop and chat'

'Sorry for disturbing but are you new around here? I've never seen you with us at the bike riders association'

'What bike riders association?' She asked, increasing her speed again.

'Nigerian bikers association, you don't know about it?'

'We'll...  other time' was what the guy heard due to obstruction by the breeze before she sped off.

He concluded that she must have said to him that they'll talk some other time. But how were they going to meet again, they didn't even see each other's faces as their helmet concealed their faces

He decided to race after and catch up with her, but even after rapidly increasing his speed and riding crazily for some minutes, no trace of  her nor her bike was seen.

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'It looks like we have someone who's still alive here' Inspector James summoned other officers to where he squatted, a wounded body was laying in front of him.

'He's still breathing' an officer who also squatted beside him added.

'He needs medical attention immediately, take him to the hospital' James said to the medical officers approaching with a stretcher, as he stood up from his position and gave way for the officers to carefully carry the body.

He watched as they carried the body into an ambulance and sped off. He looked around and saw the medical officers packing the already dead bodies into their vehicles.

'The manager of the warehouse is missing and there are no traces of him or his body around the place' he said to his colleague who was standing beside him.

'Yes' came the reply, 'we can't tell if he was taken away by the attackers or if he was killed and dropped somewhere else'

'That's possible, but we have to confirm first that he's not at home or somewhere around town. We have to reach members of his family and his friends'

'I've sent men to his house already, they'll be back with a reply soon'

'Good' James turned and looked around the warehouse again, the look on his face turned to a more confused one. 'I'm just wondering what kind of people attacked this place'

'I wonder too and it doesn't look like anything was stolen, all the packaged goods are still intact', the colleague added.

'I don't think those who carried out this attack are thieves,  I believe they came on a different mission'

'Yeah, that's true'

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'Felix Felix' Don taunted the already tortured man as he walked into the large room. 'I see you're playing games with me'

'No Don, I swear. I don't plan the attack on your boys'

'Then where is my carton?'

'I don't know, we arranged the carton with the other cartons and labelled it differently according to our plan'

'Who else knew about this our deal?'

'No other person knew, even the men that packed the cartons didn't know that there was anything different in it' the man.

'Who did you send to do the repackaging after it landed in your warehouse?'

'I did the repackaging myself , I removed it from the beer carton and packaged it in the tin milk carton'

'Who saw you while you were doing it?'

'No one did'

'Hmm, then why is it that it was that same carton that was taken from my boys?'

'I don't know sir , maybe someone here knew as about our conversation'

'Huh? Someone here?' Don barked loudly and stared fiercely at his men surrounding them, who all shook in fear.

'Yes, someone in your organization must have leaked out the secret'

'Them?' Don gave a short laugh and stopped to stare wickedly at his men again. 'These ones dare not sell me out, most of them weren't even aware of the deal'

'Then, maybe you...'Felix stammered out of fear.

'Maybe I?' Don barked as he brought out his gun and pointed it at Felix. 'Now, tell me where and who you took it to'

'I swear, I don't know anything about this. Believe me, I did everything according to the plan and made sure no one was aware' Felix answered, shaking terribly at the sight of the gun.

'Okay, stand up and get out of this place' Don lowered his gun.

'Ehn?' Felix eyes widened in shock, not believing that Don would allows him go.

'I said get out before I change my mind'

'Thank you Don' Felix picked up his shoes and stood up from his kneeling position. He straightened up his shirt and headed for the door immediately, he was about to open the lock when he bullet went in through his head.

Must Read: 24 Hours (18+)..Part 3

1:00pm-2:00pm
Fingers press and knead my muscles. My leg
relaxes and opens for him. Thoughts of his
fingers sliding along my wetness bring shivers to
my body, as with my sense of feel I coax myself
to accept his touch. A slide of his tongue along
my collarbone, and the slide of his finger over
my inner thigh, brings a gasp from my throat.
“Please, touch me.” Begging him, not recognizing
my own voice.
“In time. In time.”
A frustrated whimper is pulled from me. His
finger slides slowly up and down my leg, then
skims, light as a feather over the soft hairs of
my s*x. Lifting my hips, I try to capture the
teasing finger, wanting more of it; needing more
of it. The warmth of his palm presses against
my mound, relaxing and yet exciting it. The heat
covers my flesh. Tingles escape from inside me,
and shiver up and down my spine, over my
skin; resting on the surface, waiting to drive out
and lift from me.
The wetness of his tongue slides down my
chest. The urge to touch him; to touch myself, is
high and overpowering. I lift my hand and
stroke his hair, running my fingers through its
thickness. My skin is beginning to heat, and the
surface feels like a warm fire, not quite at its
fullest potential. His tongue moves across my
belly, sliding over the trembling flesh, tasting it,
circling the button, and running slowly along my
side.
My s*x is covered like a glove; the perfect fit to
my body, coaxing the passion forth; and when
he presses his palm harder against me, my hips
lift, silently pleading for more. Turning my head
to the left, my lip trapped between my teeth, I
feel his finger slide into me, slowly, guiding it
ever so gently up into the recesses of my being.
“Oh, yes,” I whisper, a soft moan escaping my
lips. “Oh, yes.”
He continues to tease and tantalize my flesh as
his finger slips deeper, touching the fleshy walls
of my body. My back arches as his tongue
moves lower, licking my skin, caressing each
part of me. I feel his breath against the curls of
my s*x, and shivers soon bring a new series of
goose-bumps to me. I want this man. I want to
have him here with me forever; not just for an
one day, but forever. He knows my body, my
heart, my soul; and I feel him everywhere I am.
After our time is up, I will see him everywhere I
go.
“What are you wanting, my love?” He asks me.
I’m speechless at his request. There is so much
I want; so much I need. I know he can’t give
me a miracle, so I ask for the one thing I know
he can give me. “Your love.”
With that said I lean up, using my elbows for
support, and watch as his tongue slips down
across the thatch of hair and he nestles himself
between my legs. His hands press my thighs
open. He brings his fingers up to open my
swollen lips, so needy for his touch. I can feel
the sweet nectar of my arousal continuing its
journey towards freedom. He slowly licks at the
gifts of desire that have already been released,
from the torments he had played on me before.
My fingers curl into the blanket as I watch his
eyes lock with mine, and he begins to push the
stiffened tongue against my clit.
It is more than I had remembered, and my eyes
close from the sheer power of it; the pure
S#xual need that my body has craved, and is
finally getting release. Opening my eyes, I see
that he has closed his, and I watch as he seems
to be so focused on me, and the love I have for
him grows even more. His tongue slides
between the lips of my s*x, his fingers
spreading them and slowly kneading them,
relaxing the juices from them. Lips are pressed
gently against my tender flesh before his tongue
slides out to lick them again. His teeth are bared
and he gently bites me. Gasping, I feel the pit
of my stomach lurch as I try to catch my
breath, and his tongue begins to slide deep into
my heat.
“Oh my god!” I swallow my breath, and it comes
back up to me, panting; wanting to experience
each touch. My skin is hot, flushed; overheated
from his touching. This moment of tongue and
aroused flesh touching is heaven, and with each
thrust of his muscle my own body cries and
begs for more. I watch, in awe, as his mouth
moves over my s*x and back again, slowly
blowing warm breath upon my skin. The walls
are filled with passion, as his tongue and finger
work together to bring each side of my slick
body higher and higher; to the ultimate peak,
before they stop and retreat. He brings me to
the edge many times, before I see his eyes
finally look up into mine. Capturing my stare, I
feel his final loving touch, as my body gives in
and fulfills my wish.
The fruit of my body leaves me; pours from me,
as his eyes leave mine. Collapsing onto the bed,
I let my back arch and my eyes close. Each
wave that had been dammed is freed. Each one
sucked from my body, licked from my walls,
tasted by my lover. Thrashing my head back
and forth as each muscle in my body tenses,
holds and then releases. “YES!” I scream at him,
pressing my hips into his face. I feel it, the final
crashing wave against the shore. My muscles
squeeze tightly against his finger, and the
release of love flows free.
He rises above me, pressing his body against
mine. I feel his arousal pushing against me. My
own muscles are weak and tired, my eyes
wanting to close again. Smelling the scent of my
body on his face, and seeing the glisten of it on
his lips, causes my heart to lift, and my lips
quickly cover his. Our tongues slip along each
other’s, slowly and seductively. “Thank you,” I
whisper to him.
“My love, it is always for you. Rest, my sweet. I
have something I need to do.” Winking at me,
he covers me gently with the blanket. I feel the
absence of his body, and watch him pause at
the door.
“You’re beautiful; you know that?” He asks me.“Only in your eyes, do I feel that way. Where
are you going?” I ask, starting to feel the craving
of the rest of my body, after his slow loving.
He smiles wide, his face looking excited and
mischievous, “I’m off to pick Blackberries!”
Chuckling to himself, he leaves. Rolling my eyes,
I rest, and allow my lover to go off, to pick
Blackberries.
To Be Continued…

Must Read: 24 Hours (18+)..Part 2

(1:00pm-2:00pm)
Rolling over, my arm stretches out, searching for
him. My eyes remain closed as my hand feels
the coolness radiating from the smooth, silk
sheet. Suddenly, my breath catches in my
throat, and my body propels itself from the bed.
“Oh God, NO!” I cry in anguish, as my stomach
tightens, and a wave of nausea threatens to
overwhelm me. My tears fall fast, running down
my cheeks. The voice coming from my own
mouth, I do not recognize. The gut-wrenching
pain of the wish ending is more then I had ever
imagined it to be. Questions begin to run
through my head. What happened? Were we
not allowed to sleep; to rest? Did we oversleep?
Was our wish now over? What had we done
wrong? The questions swim over and over,
repeating in my mind, as panic and grief slowly
began to overwhelm me.
I watch the clock, the glowing green numbers
slowly moving. One minute…then another, each
minute creeping by. Five minutes pass, then
ten. Finally, rolling onto my back, wiping my
face dry, I breathe deeply. I smell his cologne
before I see him appear. I close my eyes,
breathing in his scent. The muskiness of the
smell fills my senses as the shuffle of his feet
advance towards the bed. “Oh sweetie,” he says
to me, my ears absorbing the sound of his
voice, locking it inside. “I’m still here, we still
have our time, our wish.” His hand caresses my
face, touching and stroking my cheek. Opening
my eyes slowly, looking into his, my own sight is
blurred by my tears of sorrow, that are quickly
replaced with those of relief. Reaching my hand
out, I touch his jaw, smooth and soft from his
shave. My fingers move into his hair, damp and
soft, from his shower. “Don’t leave me again. I
know you will eventually, but for now, stay with
me.”
“Always.”
Bending down, his lips cover mine, and our kiss
sparkles, as little lights cross across my closed
lids. The kiss of lovers, who have been
separated through different and unfair
circumstances, begins to burn into one of heat,
desperation and desire. My tongue moves inside
his mouth, touching and enjoying the minty
taste of him. Running my tongue across the
smooth teeth, tracing them before deepening
the kiss. His tongue licks and strokes mine. He
gives me slow, penetrating caresses against my
mouth. The kiss sends shivers along my body,
covering my skin with goose-bumps.
My hand moves to the back of his head,
bringing him closer to me. The other hand
moves on its own to the sash of his robe, slowly
untying it with fumbling fingers. I need to feel
him; to hold him; to caress his skin. The
hollowness of fear that I felt earlier needs to be
filled, and only his touch, his body, his love will
do that. Our heads angle as he rests his hand
on the side of the bed and the other on my
shoulder. I am wrapped in his presence; the
aura of emotion high and powerful.
My fingers press open the robe, my mouth
moves away from his and I press my lips across
his jaw and down his neck. Sucking gently on
the salty skin, smelling the cologne and
shampoo of my lover, my fingers slowly glide
down and wrap around the swollen member
that my body craves. His mouth, now free of
our kiss, slides to my neck, humming against my
skin, the vibrations bringing sighs from my lips.
Using my hand, I begin to stroke him slowly,
running my fingers gently over the head and
down the shaft again. My lips move across his
shoulder to his ear. Tracing the curve of his ear,
I blow warm air against it, I whisper, “I love
you.” Pulling him down with me, my back lays
flat on the bed. He stands and removes the
robe, and I admire his body. Clean, smooth and
hard. He is ready for me; my body, my spirit.
Pulling the covers away from my Unclad flesh,
he slips beside me. His arms encircle me,
pressing my Bosom against him.
“Let me love you.” His voice calls to me, barely
audible, as his lips capture mine once again.
“Don’t touch, love. Just lie back and let me
learn you. My body hungers for you, and craves
the taste of your skin.”
Moaning my acceptance of his request, I close
my eyes and let my lover do just as he wishes.
Shutting down my sense of sight, I allow my
inner being to absorb all my feelings for him.
His breath hovers over my neck. Not allowing
his mouth to touch me, just his breath, he
covers my shoulders with warm air. Moving the
fan of heat along my arms and back again
before slipping the warmth over my Bosom. My
Tips stir from the hot air and I lift my back
slightly, wanting only to feel his lips upon them.
The heat travels to the other Bosom, again
denying it the touch and stroke of his tongue.
Lips trembling, I silently beg him to taste me
and learn me.
The bed shifts as the breath of my lover hovers
over my belly, my s*x, my thighs, and then
back up again. The torture of his air covers my
body, surrounding it, protecting it and shielding
it. He has prepared my body for the ultimate
gift of his tongue and lips. Finally, the fire he
has burned upon my skin is rewarded with a
cool tongue, flicking across my left Tip. “Oh yes,”
my voice hisses.
The feel of my Bosom as he cups it with his
palm is heavy, and tingles cover the porcelain
globe. His voice whispers to me, “You have
beautiful breasts.” I smile as he continues to
use his words and his body to arouse me. “I
need to trace your Tips with my tongue, before
I lick and taste each freckle sprinkled across
your chest.”
Capturing my lower lip between my teeth, I
moan quietly, “Please.”Answering my plea, his mouth slides along my
Bosom, covering it, moistening it. I can hear his
growl of pleasure and satisfaction as he slides
over my Bosom, under it. His hand lifts it,
shifting it to fit between both his hands. Holding
my Bosom, he sucks gently on the protruding
Tip. Teeth nip at my flesh. My Tip rises, aching
for his mouth. Drawing my rosy bud deeper into
his mouth, my back arches. Movement of his
mouth from my Tip lets me know that soon his
tongue will slip and slide across my Bosom. It
does. Breathing deep and steady, his tongue
slides across my skin. I know he is touching the
freckles, covering them with the moisture and
heat from his mouth. My fingers curl into his
hair and press him further against my flesh. He
moves over to the opposite Bosom, teasing it
and licking it, as he had it’s mate. The Tip is
pleasured, teased, and taunted. Sucking it into
his mouth, he takes it deep, the pain of his
ministrations brings purrs of pleasure from the
pit of my stomach.
When his mouth releases my Bosom, the cool
air hits the Tip and brings the button up higher,
aching for him. His lips return to mine as his
thumb rubs across the hard peak. Our tongues
dance and love as his hand slides down my
stomach. I feel his palm press against my skin,
moving it back and forth, covering it, warming
it. As his lips leave mine, I turn my head, and
he begins to suck and bite at my neck. As I
offer my body to him, he slips his palm along
my hip and down my thigh.
To Be Continued…

Must Read: 24 Hours (18+)..Part 1

“Oh yes, shopping.” I repeat with a smile.
Together we leave the alley, and pause at a
street vendor’s stand. After purchasing some
lemonade, we share the sweet and tart
beverage, while strolling down the sidewalk.
Coming to a rest, we look at a reflection of
ourselves in one of the shop windows. Gazing at
his reflection, I take in his strong features and
confidence. Staring back at me is a man, so full
of life and love. A caring person who made a
wish and somehow fate stepped in, allowing it
to take place. My gaze travels down to our
hands, noticing how his is curled on top of
mine, protecting me, sheltering me, showing a
sense of ownership. With each pulse of my body
I can feel the need to keep us in this time and
place. Neither one of us wants our 24 hours
end, but we know it will, and we know it must.
Moving on we continue to walk past people and
shops. Each one smiling at us as if
acknowledging us as a matched set. I know that
he is my soul mate and that somehow and for
some unknown reason we were not allowed to
find each other through normal means. Feeling
his gentle pull of my hand we move into inside
one of my favorite shops. “Oh how wonderful,”
the spark of excitement sounds in my voice. He
chuckles, opens the door and follows in behind
me.
The wind brings a mixture of melodies to my
ears as it stirs the windchimes, spread
throughout the room. Taking in the different
colors and shapes, as well as all the different
musical notes playing in the air, I sigh happily.
He has touched my heart by bringing me here.
He has remembered one of my many passions.
Silently we move through the displays. Our
hands softly stir the windchimes. Closing my
eyes I hear each different note. My fingers stir
the bars and strings. As sunlight pours through
the window, rainbows are formed. They dance
across the walls, floors and my lover’s body. The
beautiful colors shimmer and shine bringing a
sense of peace to the room. Sliding from one to
the other I gaze over them, pausing beneath a
beautiful glass blown chime. A star, about the
size of my palm, rests at the top. Suspended
from it are various shapes and sizes of more
stars. Looking at the tag and reading its title;
Wishes. I realize we must have this one.
Bringing it down, placing it in my lover’s hands
and he smiles his agreement. He too knows the
meaning of the chime’s name. We move
together, pay for our purchase, return to the
sunny street and head towards the clothing
shop.
My memory recalls what had transpired early
this morning. The arousing state of my lover
had spilled over into the alley. Being made love
to, with the brick wall pressed against my
Bosom, will be one of many enjoyable
memories. Closing my eyes I breath in the faint
scent of our S#xual release. The tingles and
shivers he had given me run through my body
again. Sensing his eyes on me, he too knows
what I am thinking. Pulling me close to him, his
lips touch mine in a hard and heated kiss. My
fingers curl in his hair. His tongue slides
forecefully against mine making me give him
possession of my mouth. His teeth tug, and pull
at my bottom lip. Sucking it with firm pressure.
“Oh god,” I moan against his onslaught of
desire. My legs weaken from his touch. He pulls
my hips closer against him. His passion for me
stirs once more. My mind races. I only have him
for this moment. How will this moment ever be
enough? Pushing deeper against his tongue, I
can feel the driving force to stop time time. I
know I don’t have that power. Slowly our kiss
calms, his forehead presses against mine.
“Ahhh.. my sweet,” he sighs. Together we
continue on our way to the shop.
We step in, shuffling back and forth. Many
hangers and folded bundles of clothes surround
us. Noticing that he is looking at various items
of clothing, I continue to pass over things.
Jumping slightly, his hand startling me as it cups
my left butt cheek. He pulls my hips against his
pelvis. “Try this one.” He passes around a lovely
blue summer dress. Even without trying it on it
will be the perfect fit. My fingers slide over the
soft material and rich color. Standing on my
toes I press a kiss upon his cheek, asking him to
wait for me. He agrees. I move off to the back
of the store, glancing back, seeing him thumbing
through a catalog. Sensing my stare, he nods his
head, urging me to proceed. Rolling my eyes at
his impatience, I close the curtain, blocking his
or anyone else’s prying eyes.
Looking at the reflection in the mirror I see a
flushed faced woman. So full of giddiness and
sparkle, as she spends a day with her love.
Quicky lifting the ruined blouse, I gaze at my
Tips. Flat now compared to the hard peaks they
had been earlier when we had made love. The
rosy buds begin to change and start showing
some arousal as my thoughts take shape.
Shaking off my growing desire I slip the belt
open, release the button and zipper of my skirt,
and slip it down my body. Laying both skirt and
blouse in a pile I step from my sandals. The
cold draft of air hits my Unclad skin. “I’m not
ready,” I say, knowing it is him. My body sensed
him, smelled him.
His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me
back. The soft texture of his shirt, the
coarseness of his shorts both rub against my
flesh. It seems extra sensitive as a hand splays
across my stomach and fingers slide against my
ribs. My head falls back against his shoulder.
Turning my lips to his, our mouths press gently
together. Tongues slide as each one marks the
other. Fingers dance along my sides bringing a
purr from my throat. His hands move along my
arms. He slips slowly around me, kissing my
neck. Gently he presses me down. My butt sits
down on the bench and my eyes darken as he
lowers himself to his knees.
Tilting my head back, my Buttocks scoots closer
to the edge of the bench. His fingers press
against my knees, opening my legs. Watching his
tongue slide along my inner thigh, goose-bumps
appear on my arms. Shivering, my legs spread
further apart. “Beautiful,” his voice whispers to
me. He reaches up to cup my Bosom. A slick
path from his tongue continues to trail up my
thigh. My Tip tingles as his fingers begin to roll it
between them. Biting my bottom lip to keep the
sounds of desire from escaping my body urges
him on. Pooling desire begins to ease itself from
my Kittycat. His tongue reaches out to taste one
small drop. Easing gently, he slides it along the
curls of my bush, lapping at my skin. Heat and
fire escape me as with each touch more passion
ignites. Running my fingers into his hair, I press
closer to his seeking mouth. Each stroke
continues to slide across me. Finally, he moves
his hand to part the wet lips of my s*x.
Looking into my eyes, he moves his tongue
between the folds. Sounds of his loving reach
my ears. Shifting my Buttocks to accomodate his
need, his tongue slides in deeper. The textured
muscle moves up and down my slit. My clit is
swollen with need. His teeth nibble gently at a
finger is slid between the moist lips. “Oh god!”
My body responds to his caresses, releasing
more fluid. My head moves right to left with
each lap of his tongue. I watch as he moves his
head back and forth on my s*x. A second finger
slides in with the first, both begin to slip and
slide along my walls. Passion pumps through my
veins. My hips thrust forward, bringing his
fingers and tongue deeper inside me.
Quickening the pace of his fingers more juice
covers him. Pushing deeper into me he feels the
soft fleshy walls, coaxing them to clasp around
his fingers. My lover moves the questing digits,
screwing them into me. His thumb works on my
clit, teasing and taunting it. His tongue slides
between my clit and the folds of my Kittycat.
His fingers seeking out the spot that will release
my darkest desires.
Each turn of his fingers cause mine to curl in his
hair. My hands move to the bench, lifting my
rear so his face can devour me. No longer can I
keep my eyes on him. Clenching them tightly
shut, my lip aching from the bite I have
continued to press on it. My sounds of release
are trapped behind my closed mouth. My
senses take over as he continues. Each pumping
of his fingers brings me closer to exploding. The
pressure of his tongue stroking and licking drives
me closer to the edge. A great precipe is where
my body hovers, waiting for that final drive of
force to take me over its edge.
I feel it. The first crash against the rocks of the
cliff wrack my body. Each slam of orgasm tenses
my muscles. My Buttocks lifts higher. He moves
one hand away from my Kittycat and cradles my
Buttocks, holding me to his face. Moving faster
he licks and sucks the juices that empty from
me. Blowing air into my Kittycat as he slides his
head back and forth. Tears form behind my lids
as the bite on my lip deepens. My body needs
release, needs to scream out his name. Wave
upon wave of sweet liquid flow from me,
passion rocks across my body. I can feel
something holding back. Lifting his head from
my wet Kittycat, he demands to me to give it
up, release to him everything. My mouth opens
and with the call of his name, my body finally
gives up the explosion of force that I had been
holding back. He thrusts harder. Sucks harder.
Drives harder into me. Calling my name
between his onslaught of war. “Oh! My God!!” I
scream and thrash as each blinding orgasm
shoots through me.
Feeling the kisses against my thighs, slowly my
body calms. My eyes refocus on his face, taking
in the moisture of our loving. His eyes dark with
desire for me, I pull his face up to mine. Our
lips kiss once more, the scent of me stirs my
body bringing a final little spasm to my loins. “I
love you,” he tells me.
Rising to his feet he strokes my hair and leaves
the dressing room. Sitting there, my mind in
awe, of the man who has brought me more joy
over the last few hours then I had ever known.
Breathing slowly, my body begins to take on its
normal state of rest. Though my hands shake
slightly, I pick up the blue dress. Standing, my
heavy passion filled arms lift the dress and slip
it over my body. Hands that don’t seem as if
they are mine slide down my frame and smooth
out the wrinkles. Looking into the mirror, a
woman stares back. Her hair is in tangels and
her mouth swollen and red. Her eyes sparkle,
her face flushed, her body shakes and her
heart, seen through the eyes of all who know
her will reflect the love of one man.
Exiting the shop, we move back towards my
home. My hand clenched in his. Our windchime
nestled safely in its box, my old clothes in a
bag, we arrive at the edge of my yard. Turning
towards me, his eyes rest on mine. “A nap my
love,” he says to me. Nodding my head, I agree.
Together we move back into my house. Slipping
the new dress from my body, I slide between
the covers. Watching him move about the room
as he pulls the curtains closed and removes his
clothing, my mind drifts over the day.“Not a long nap,” I tell him. “We only have so
many hours. I don’t want to use them all by
sleeping.” Sorrow shows in my face as I check
the clock. The ghostly, green glow of its
numerals scream at me; 12:30. His hand
reaches out to mine as he slips between the
blankets and pulls me close to him.
“Not long love. I promise. Just a short ‘cat nap’.”
His arms wrap around me. He places his hand
upon my head, tucking me under his chin and
against his chest. My eyes drift shut. My mind
focuses on the beat of his heart, as sleep over
takes us both.
To Be Continued…