I am what I am. You don’t need to know more. Neither do I.
Travel a lot because of my job. I travel, meet, get to know, leave... Take all I can and leave all I don’t need... Never stuck in a place. Never.
I met her on a night at a piano bar. I was drinking alone, as usual, enjoying the company of my thoughts.
- may I sit or I disturb you? -
Just lifted my eyes from my bourbon, watching her from the bottom up.
Boots up to knees, black sheath dress with a generous side tear, charming v-neck, quite noticeable and provocative. Eyes and hair as black as the night sky.
- all the equipment in the right place - I thought to myself.
- have a seat - I replied, pointing with a nod at an empty chair around my table without moving it, keeping then on reading my thoughts on the inch of bourbon still swinging within my glass.
She sat in front of me, pulled a little pouch out and using slow, affected moves with her thin, tapered, varnished fingers, lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply and making the embers at the end of the little paper cylinder shine.
Then exhaled, giving a long blow and pushing the smoke towards my face.
- would you like to fuck? -
Should her clear, unmistakable question have a particular effect on me? Drawing my attention to her snare, maybe?
- please, do not waste my time - I replied, sneering and seemingly innocent - go play someone else.
She seemed like not catching my message.
- you’re the only interesting face, tonight, and the only new one - she said, making me grin
- is this, maybe, making me interesting to you? - replied, looking at her through my glass - Did you already get rid of competition? -
- it’s up to you - she persisted, keeping on staring at me - I want it now! -
- save it for somebody else - I replied, putting a slightly excessive note under my empty glass and leaving the table - so long! -
- asshole! - I heard her saying while crossing the gate.
Finally, I was alone again, listening to my thoughts, under my hat.
Walked for a while, “beneath the halo of the street lamps”, as that song says, with the collar of my coat up...
Then a rapid sound of high heels came to me from behind. Fast, tense, heels... Of female shoes...
I turned to a narrow and nearly pitch-black alley and stopped after a few steps, back to the wall, waiting, staring into the void, listening...
She went beyond, without noticing me, so fast her pace was. Because, of course, it was her...
I reached and, from behind, whispering in her ears
- it’s better for you if you leave me alone, stop playing superwoman, you might hurt... -
Likely she took my suggestion as an invitation...
- otherwise? Do you beat me up? Do you rape me? Fuck me, then, I’m here, don’t you see me? -
She lifted her dress and despite a faint light I wasn’t long to guess she didn’t wear any undergarments.
- you can do whatever you want to me, as long as you make me come... even... hurting me... -
That slight hesitation in her voice had revealed her wish. The match was open. And she was in the mood for playing...
- harm yourself - I said, stepping backwards, with half a grin on my face.
She looked thinking about it for a moment, and then her black varnished nails left evident marks on her skin, just above her chest, where I might see them... of course.
I nearly laughed
- you don’t know anything about pain, you keep playing just to impress me... poor thing... -
And turned away to leave.
- show me what you can do, then... -
Her deep, secret begging, from behind her mask of claws was clearer and clearer to me...
I moved closer to her. She didn’t move, as I expected, to show no fear...
I took a lock of her hair between my fingers, caressing it... And suddenly I pulled it aside violently, forcing her to bend her neck while a sudden expression of pain appeared on her face.
Then I sank my teeth between her neck and her shoulder, where the flesh was softer... While my nails incised more evidently her chest.
Leaving her no time to react I inserted three fingers of mine in her vagina, which, startled and enclosed a moment earlier, began watering my hand for pleasure.
Her breathing was broken, cut off, but I felt she was opening more and more around my fingers...
That wasn't what I wanted...
I turned her, face to the wall, got my fingers out, already smelling of her pleasure, and I sank them in her anus...
Nearly cried but she still resisted, choking that cry, swallowing it, only visible sign the lines of her nails on the bricks of the wall, while blowing a breath, not satisfied yet...
Her anus was getting the climax, too... but it was not enough yet...
Keeping her against the wall, I inserted my fingers in both her holes, taking her with my hand only, while she nearly lost her breath, her eyes half-closed and veiled with pleasure...
When her wheezing became paroxysmal, and near the final cry, I stopped, all of a sudden, slipping away from her like a sated snake, my hand dripping her pleasure milky webs...
She looked at me with wide-open eyes, astounded, shocked and frustrated, bending her legs because of her choked pleasure...
- and now go home... and finish yourself alone..! -
And left, leaving her there, speechless.
I returned to that piano bar another couple of times. The bartender, who had seen the whole scene of my first meeting with her, always saved me a table in the darkest corner of the place.
Every time she came near, and, without a word, drifted under my table to get my sex in her eager mouth... For all my bourbon time.
And when I am enjoying the company of my thoughts, my bourbon time can be very, very long.
