Her apartment above the hair salon. Dim light filters through half-drawn curtains. Heart thuds in my chest. I’m 21, slim, forgotten type. Gray eyes they always praise. She towers over me, half a head taller, ten kilos heavier. Glasses, tight bun. Annoying neighbor. But now, on her couch, things shift.
Friday afternoon, May 2001. She knocks. Printer issue. I follow, fix it quick. CD-ROM in, clicks. Done. She offers Coke. Sits close. Words flood out. Divorce, cancer win, dead dad. Libido raging. Age no issue. Then, the bomb. She heard my exes through the thin wall. Moans. Climaxes.
The Fever
I blush. Pantoufles hide my feet. Want to bolt. She crosses legs. Vernis bleu nuit gleams. Drums fingers. ‘Real?’ She arches. Buttons strain. Lace peeks. Huge tits crush fabric. I stare. Heart races. Pulse hammers temples.
Curtains drawn. ‘Turn around!’ Snap. Blouse flies on my face. Perfume hits. Hardens me. She sits opposite. Bra only. White-red lace strains over opulent flesh. Firm. Defying age. Nipples poke. I gape. Cock throbs. Blood rushes south.
‘Giving or taking?’ She lifts tits. Ultimatum. I toss blouse. Rip off shirt. Fumble. She pounces. Grabs bulge. Fingers tease glans. Ridges on her hand wrinkle. Eyes crinkle. Lips twist. Tits mesmerize. Dark areolas beckon.
Shorts yanked. Naked but socks. Thighs force mine apart. Knees nudge. Cock jumps. Bobs with heartbeat. Breath ragged. She checks. ‘Good?’ Nods. Hand on nape. Nipple to lips. Switch. Suck. Endorphins flood. Dizzy. Vision blurs.
‘Never seen tits like these.’ Kneads them. ‘Titfuck virgin?’ Compresses. Swings up-down. Jaw drops. She kneels on clothes. Sucks saliva. Drools torrent on shaft. Fingers pump. More spit cascades clavicles. Slides in. Warm vise grips. Bounces hard.
The Blaze
Pleasure rivals blowjob. Head lolls back. Sigh escapes. Minutes pass. Pulls out. Slaps cock on nipple. Eyes widen. ‘Mmmh.’ Back in. Faster. Edges me. Slows at brink. Tortures glans. Yo-yo torment. Half hour. Spit slicks everything. Slurps excite. Moans beg more.
Skin burns. Sweat beads. Urgency builds. Possession imminent.
She shakes tits furiously. Spit on head. ‘Cum for me, pig!’ Basin bucks. Time slows. Feral grin. Teeth flash. Animal hunger. Waves crash. First spurt hits chin. Smirks. Second stronger. Frees cock. Tongue lolls. Circles glans. Third in mouth. Tongue lashes frenulum. Fifth milks dry. Rales rip out. Body liquifies. Stars burst.
She prolongs. Tugs balls. Still hard. Towels off. Box on table. Depilatory cream. ‘Cancel my night. Shave pubes clean. Return in hour. Toothbrush too. Exhaust you till dawn.’ Guilt crashes. Pleasure lingers. Skin scorches. Grab box. Flee. Her laugh echoes. ‘Good boy. More to come…’
Ashes smolder. Unforgettable burn.