Possession & Desire

She knew that he preferred to be in a bar rather than a club - and he certainly didn’t do dancing - he was after all a sailor, but sea shanties were not his thing either - still, she was rather honoured that he had agreed to come to this club for her - this sweaty, dark and hot club.

He had come to watch her perform with the band. Her band was first act or support for the star attraction and as she belted out the rock songs from the set he stood leaning against a pillar, eyeing her from a distance. The music seemed to grow louder, the temperature hotter and the sensuality of the club more arousing and he knew that he felt bloody horny tonight.

She looked so good up there on the small stage, she had a great voice and somehow she moved like a cat, she made each song raunchy and sexy and he knew that as they called out for more, everyone watching her felt it too.

His mind went back to the last time that they had been together, and as he looked around at the other people in the audience dancing to the music or watching the moves of the singer, he realised he wanted everyone to know.

He wanted everyone to know that he had touched her, his hands had stroked her, his mouth had been all over her body, he had kissed her and he had made slow passionate love to her and it was him that made her call out and beg him not to stop. He smiled a secret smile and his body tingled in anticipation of next time.

She looked over at him and smiled as the final song came to an end and the audience clapped and cheered - she held up a hand to him splaying five fingers - and mouthed five minutes pointing up to the glass walkway above the dance floor - he nodded in understanding.

Her mouth watered as she took in the sight of him looking so horny in a dark shirt and jeans, so uncluttered and unbothered by anything, so laid back, so dark and yet for her so damned dangerous.

Once free of the rest of the band she made her way to the ladies dressing room to prepare at least a little for meeting him again. She showered quickly, dabbed on a little perfume, mascara and lipstick, slipped on a black wrap dress and black stilettos and she walked across the dance floor and up the stairs looking for him, beginning to feel those familiar butterflies at being with him again.

Eleanor Montague - Ellie to her friends, was almost 6ft tall, long auburn hair, long legs and a shapely body bordering on what some would call voluptuous. She was at last happy in her own skin – her husband – well ex-husband now whilst quite tall at 5ft 10ins was shorter than her and even though he always said it didn’t matter, he made her feel that it did as he always had to comment about how tall she was. So to soothe his ego, she had taken to wearing low heels or flats. BUT now he had apparently found his soul mate - a 5ft 2ins female ‘midget’ called Megan and they were very happy he said. Ellie was happy too. Her marriage was over and so was dressing for other people – she wore 4 inch heels whenever she wanted to and she loved it.

Tonight for the show she wore high heeled black leather thigh boots, a short tight black velvet dress and long black velvet gloves – she felt good, and she looked as good as she felt.

Now, as she climbed the stairs up to the glass walkway above the dance floor she thought about Josh – the height thing just wasn’t an issue with him. He was 6ft 4ins, stunningly attractive, tall but broad shouldered, long legs and big hands. He had that sort of smouldering look that some men seemed to have, very dark almost black hair that just curled over the collar of his shirt at the back, and stormy grey eyes. Whilst he was obviously a confident man, she knew that he probably had no idea just how attractive he was and the effect that he had on most women that he came into contact with.

So after a few weeks away sailing, he was back in her life and he had agreed to come to see her perform. It was the first time that he had seen her sing live and she was keen to get his thoughts about it – she valued his opinion.

Having climbed the stairs she saw him coming towards her, on a collision course, she knew that they would just skip the niceties as their bodies came together- her hands in his hair and his hands around her waist, he yanked her hard against him.

His tongue filled her mouth with hard deep plunges and desire spiked in her as he pushed her back against the glass kissing her hard and deep - oblivious to all the other dancing bodies around them.

Without a word, she grabbed his hand and dragged him further along the walkway, pushing through the dancing crowds until they came to the flap on the wall that covered a tiny keypad - she punched in the four number code and a concealed doorway bounced open and they stepped inside to a small cool room.

‘This is the manager’s office,’ Ellie announced, ‘I told him we hadn’t seen each other in a while, so he said we could use it for some private time.’

‘Oh did he? That’s nice - hell it’s good to see you, it’s been too long,’ Josh said - spinning her round against the glass wall - his mouth going straight to her lips as his hands expertly began to wander over her body.

The small room was almost all glass, high up above the dance floor to one side and front on to the glass walkway on another - clever use of two - way mirrors meant that from this room everything and everyone both on the dance floor and on the glass walkway could be seen whilst the contents and people in the little room were invisible so that the people outside just saw their own reflection.

Although through the glass, the bodies danced on, the sexual beat of the music was a little muffled in the room and it was all rather surreal in its way, disconcerting even - the thought of making wild passionate love only inches away from tens of writhing dancing bodies all completely oblivious to the touching and kissing of the lovers on the other side of the glass.

But Josh didn’t care about any of that - he had been thinking of her soft lips on his mouth and on his body and nothing now would get in his way.

He guessed that to stand up and sing in public Ellie would have to have a little of the exhibitionist in her and as if reading his mind, at that moment, she dropped down on her knees in front of him and reached for his waist and began to unbutton everything, pulling the trousers and boxers slowly down his legs until his hardness sprang free. Josh threw his head back as she pushed him up against the glass and began to slowly, slowly, lick and kiss her way up his legs as if putting on a show for the anonymous dancers on the other side of the glass.

After making him wait she finally took him into her warm wet mouth, deeply sucking and licking the whole shaft making him hotter and harder with every movement - everyone looking straight at them but no one actually able to see because of the two-way mirrors - it was all so erotic.

He felt the silky soft touch of her hands on his body - bloody hell she was hot - he had wanted this, imagined this for too long; all those lonely nights out at sea. He had thoughts of her – her body just did it for him, she was feisty, changeable, a great conversationalist and wonderful tits and she knew what she wanted - for him she was just right - everything about her – he could hardly believe his luck meeting her.

He fleetingly thought about Isobel - his crazy ex wife, how she had simply gone off everything about him - just stopped loving him she had said. But the truth was he was grateful that it had come from her – he felt bad but he knew she had nothing to give him any more, no conversation, no excitement, no passion and certainly no sex. All she had was that crazy suspicious gene - that incredibly possessive streak that sometimes bordered on violence, on madness. He used to find it sexy and wanton to know that someone had such feelings of jealousy for him, but it had become far too intense, too overpowering. But now, according to her doctors, the delusional disorder that she had been treated for was all burnt out thank God and she could be considered as mentally stable again.

But whatever she was, Isobel was no longer his problem.

For Josh - Josh Michael Walker, there was still so much he wanted to do with his life and now he was getting older and he simply had to get on with his life and just do it all.

He had dated a few women since his divorce but then he had met Ellie - hell she was so hot! They had been seeing each other for a while and got on so well on just about every level - but he had to sail, it was his life – he had been across to the Balearics with a small crew to deliver a new yacht to a customer - it had been planned for a while and whilst he had missed Ellie it had given him time to think. But now all he felt was more confused than ever.

Here he was with Ellie again, wanting her again, and now in this funny little glass room he knew that he was close to a climax, so he made himself stop. He wanted to caress her, feel her naked body, taste her warm skin - so he just took over - pulling her up and pulling her to him pressing her now against the glass. He looked for a zip or buttons or something to unfasten her dress. He spun her around and pulled on the ties loosening the top of the dress, exposing her breasts and moving her back around to face him, he sucked her nipples into his mouth. She moaned and writhed and automatically her back arched as she pushed herself into him. His hands slid down the length of her body up and under the dress, his fingers pushing into her panties finding her wetness. ‘Hell you are so wet, so hot and so wet,’ he said. She tried to push him away - but she really had no chance - he pressed her against the cold glass and instinctively held her wrists together over her head with one hand whilst he first licked her nipples and then nipped and licked her neck - then back to her nipples and then her neck - the sensation was electric, she could hardly stand it - she writhed and struggled more and more.

‘Lean yourself up against that metal desk,’ he instructed, ‘and let me see that you are wet for me,’ said Josh, his voice almost husky with desire. So she moved over, resting her backside on the cold steel, positioning herself so he could see her, ready for him, wanting him for the moment not caring about anything else.

He licked his thumb and rubbed it across her clit. ‘Oh God,’ - she closed her eyes and cried out and arched her back again, wordlessly begging for more. He couldn’t wait any longer, he plunged his hard cock into her, pumping hard and fast. They were breathless now, hot and sweating, moving together, her legs wrapped around him. ‘Oh yes, yes,’ she called, ‘harder, harder.’

‘I love fucking you,’ he whispered, ‘I love having you - you feel just like velvet - woman I’ve missed you.’

‘Do you want it?’ he asked.

‘Oh God yes, yes,’ she cried, ‘please, harder.’ Their eyes locked - it was pure lust - erotic passion.

He felt it in his legs first and he felt the muscles inside her clench around him and then not for the last time on this night they climaxed together.