Just a Bad Day...

She ironically reiterated my point about the escalators and we made our way to the door. Again with the idiotic doorman and his freakin' "Hey..go get 'em son!" Son..."Actually I'm probably older than you...son" said with a wink..smoothly done if I do say so myself. Again greeted by her always welcomed giggle.

As we got outside, the rain wasn't as bad but the wind was unrelenting. Her body melted into mine to evade the cold, the warm scent of vanilla encompassing me. Almost unconsciously my arm came around her as we both laughed at her inability to hold her balance. Fine with me, I could easily hold her forever. A couple blocks down we came upon the Starbucks. Hell if I remember what we ordered, but we spend the majority of our time commenting on the gathering of yuppies and lemmings. I couldn't help notice how beautiful she got the more time I spent with her. Every jazzy word to depart those supple lips melted my heart further.

Another one of those damn silences..as much as I'd love to spend the rest of the day lost in her eyes.."So..what would you like to do now?" Not even realizing how cocky that sounded. I may have been having a great time, but for all I know she wanted to get as far away from me as possible. Her fading smile was no help.

"Actaully..I really should be getting home. It's pretty late" I hadn't realize how dark it'd gotten.

"Oh, I hadn't realized how dark it'd gotten.." See? "Could I walk you home?"

I was so happy to see her smile return "I'd like that.."

The ride there was disturbingly uneventful. She was quiet. Seemed more of a contemplative silence than an uncomfortable one. She rested her head against my shoulder and sometimes closed her eyes for a good part of the train ride. Everything about her was so warm, so sensuous. Her aura surrounded me as we sat, so that I could nearly taste her spirit upon my tongue, or the vanilla of her scent. My whole body tingled and I strained concentration to keep my penis unmoving. I could barely help it. She made love to my senses without a touch and stole my self control with a relaxed sigh. My racing nervous heart only aided the blood flow to my engorging member as my primal desires spoke loudly through my better judgment. Hopefully she didn't notice too much...but I'd wished I'd worn a long shirt.

Luckily I was able to regain my self..or should I say "lesser self" control before we had to stand up, having reached her stop. She smirked at me as we rose, again her emerald gaze piercing my hidden truths. It was a short walk to the door of her apartment, then a couple flights up to her room. Room 420. We'd have laughed about it if everyone else she'd ever known hadn't joked about it already. The door swung open and that very same scent caressed me as I walked in. Vanilla..warm...sweet..delicious. Quite fitting.

"Do you drink?" I took a moment to think of some quit-witted remark..

"Sure, surprise me." ..but failed.

"Have a seat, I'll get the drinks and be right out."

I nodded, and looked around a bit. It wasn't a huge place, but around here it was all you could ask for for any sort of normal money. The kitchen was to my left as I walked in. I took a deep breath and walked forward to the TV area. Also her bedroom, as evidenced by the burgundy futon taking place of what would be a couch in front of what was a very nice, but now useless television. Probably shorted out during the lightning the night before. I took a look out her window past the candles to the crystalline light of the risen moon..

"Here you go, turns out these're all I've got." I'll never get over that voice of her's...

"Oh hey, thanks." It's funny how minor details etch themselves in your mind so as to be relived infinitely. A few wayward strands of hair lay just over her left eye as she leaned forward to hand me my drink. Jack and Coke..my kind of girl. She had to know I admired her.

We talked for what seemed like hours. I could barely concentrate, just gone in the symphonic sensuality of her piercing eyes, supple lips, and tender spoken voice. As she spoke I could see she had a tongue ring. Peeking like a single star in a moonlit night. I could feel my manhood coming to life within my pants and shifted, to no avail, trying to conceal it. With every surging pulse pleasure and desire wrestled through my body, my self control nowhere to be found. She may have noticed, as the conversation turned slowly to sex.

"Philosophy, I think, is bred out of sexuality. I think that's the core of most human depth" She had a point..I wanted her so bad I was digging deeper than I thought I could just to keep up with her. Her mind was amazing, even more tantalizing than her body...and that's saying quite a bit. "People become trained to hide themselves and release their true feelings and desires in artwork and philosophy."

"So what do you really desire?" You're damn right I had to ask. We hadn't been paying attention to how much we were having. With so much alcohol in my bloodstream I wasn't exactly feeling reserved. Nor was she..with that trademark smirk she slid a free hand up my thigh towards my failingly hiding member.

"Probably the same as you." Her voice slithered into my heart...and it began to beat the true volume of my desire. Words were no longer necessary as we spoke soul to soul. Towards each other our lips approached in kind...that delicious moment before the kiss...I could die within it for eternity...sweet sweet anticipation...our lips came to rest upon one another as we exhaled stolen breath, glasses falling to the floor, bodies following lead to entangle as forest vines upon her futon, her hand never leaving my swollen cock trapped beneath the material of my much unappreciated pants.

Our lips parted and tongues reached to mingle, dancing together within the warmth of our passionately joined mouths, my hands reaching to explore her body, barely able to control myself as I succumb to my need for her. I felt about her waist and caressed her wonderful hips and ass as her grasp upon my erection grew firm, a slow stroking drove me further into primal desires. My hands ventured more and her shirt came up slightly. My fingers slid to encircle her luscious breasts, her back arched into me as a small, ever so erotic moan escaped her busied mouth. Her pelvis ground against the seat as she shifted out of antsy frustration...far be it from me to leave a woman wanting..

My mouth moved to her neck...one source of her lovely vanilla warmth. Gently I kissed and drew moist ovals upon the soft skin about her neck and behind her ear as my hands slid down to her waistline. She had already undone her own pants..always a good sign. Slipping her out of her jeans I took time to caress her absolutely delicious ass, pelvis framed oh so tantalizingly by an elegant black thong. My hands down her thighs, my mouth's focus shifted down..down..slowly...down her stomach..stopping to kiss her navel..I loved navel piercings. Kissing an licking her just below her belly button, sliding her jeans over her ankles, having removed her sneakers. I looked up to her eyes...asking permission with my mind.

"Mmmhh..please do.." words that flowed so smoothly as mist upon shores. I laid my tongue upon her skin and drew a line down to her waiting crease. Her scent now was not of vanilla..but of sex...desire and lust. I kissed her inner thighs whilst exploring and massaging her body with warm loving hands. Her squirms, gasps and purring denoting her sensuous approval. As waves my hands met about her thong, sliding it down and off, before me now my shaven delicacy. Her pussy, so warm and wet now from our time together. Her desire expressed to me in a frustrated moan and muted thrust of her pelvis as I leaned in slowly to pleasure her.