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Speed

By: E.Z.Riter



This is fiction intended for legal adults readers. If it is not legal, DO NOT read. This is a copyrighted work. Reposting or any other use strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright holder, except may be posted as part of a review or posted to my pre- approved archives. 

Copyright 2002 by E. Z. Riter

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Dear Reader, A repost of a little romance for your enjoyment. Thanks to Gail and Rex for editing and assistance. E.Z. 

SPEED 

Susy admired herself in the full-length mirror. She turned on the balls of her feet and gazed over her shoulder. The crooked little smile and the twinkle in her big brown eyes showed she liked what she saw. 

Her brown hair lay soft on her shoulders. Her breasts were unencumbered by a bra. The sleeveless, white blouse fit tight around her rib cage, lifting and displaying those orbs. The two top buttons were open to "let her breasts breathe," as she liked to say. 

The red skirt came to mid thigh. It fit like a glove, displaying shapely legs in sheer stockings. She wore red flats; heels made it hard to drive. With a self-satisfied smile, she grabbed her purse and trotted out the door, ready and eager for her adventure.

In the garage, she twisted the key in the ignition. The mighty 350 inch V-8 of her Camaro sprang to life. Letting the engine warm, she hummed as she snugged leather driving gloves over her fingers. She slipped on Ray-Ban aviator sunglasses before lowering the top of the convertible. The sun was low in the sky, about two hours before dark. The day was still bright. There was plenty of time.

Her right hand dropped to the gearshift and eased the Camaro into reverse. With a flip of her hair, she looked back as she backed into the street. She loved the feel of the car under her. Its vibrations made her tingle when she revved the mighty engine and the straight pipes sounded their thunder. She loved to control this mighty beast, making it jump or turn, shudder or stop, with a turn of her wrist or thrust of her foot. 

In the street, she shifted to first. At the corner, she turned onto a major street. She smiled when the men driving by the other way slowed to gawk at her. With ease and competence, she worked her way through town. She was at a light when two high school boys in an old Ford pickup pulled up beside her. 

"Hey, hot stuff! Where ya' goin'?" one of the teenagers hollered at her. He leaned out the window, leering at her. Susy gunned the Camaro and challenged them with her look. She laughed as the truck screeched away when the light changed. She turned right and headed for the city limits. She knew exactly where she was going.

There was a road leading out of town. After the last stoplight, the road was straight as an arrow for a long stretch. There were no homes or businesses out there, just a Shell station on the corner with a convenience store next to it. 

It was The Strip. On Saturday nights, The Strip was the place to be if you were a teenager. The boys were all there: flexing their mechanical muscles; puffing their internal combustion egos. The girls came, too. They wanted the thrills. They wanted to be where the boys were. They came and watched and giggled, and necked if they wanted. 

Except Susy. Susy went to race. She did it all herself: the overhaul, the preparation, the driving. 

"Why, I don't know how I beat you tonight, Caleb," she would say when it was over, her smile sweet and innocent. She said it every Saturday night to the Calebs and the Juniors and the others. On the rare occasion when she missed a gear or the rod wasn't right, she was gracious in defeat. Externally. Internally, she boiled and vowed to beat them next time. 

"Susy honey," her father would say when she arrived home covered in sweat and grease. "I wish your mother were alive. You're growing up more boy than girl."

"Oh, Daddy, look at me. I'm all girl. I'll find the man I want someday. Right now, I'm taking their pocket money on The Strip. Anyway, Daddy, I love the speed. It's in my blood."

"It's the speed I worry about, honey," her father had said, his voice full of concern.

After The Strip, the road curved to the west. It was a fun curve when you drove it like Susy. You came over the hill by the Anderson place. Now - opposite the water tower - hit the brakes hard - downshift into fourth - then third. The engine screamed when the clutch popped. Accelerate through the curve. Up shift. Let it fly! After several more curves, the road straightened again before the sweeping curve where it crossed the county line. Susy loved to drive that road. 

Susy stopped at the last red light. Her eyes scanned the corner. The cruiser was at the convenience store. She gunned the engine. It shook like a stallion panting for the mares. She squirmed in her seat, making the skirt ride up her legs. Cars from the other direction slowed, telling her the light was ready to change. She took a deep breath. Her eyes gleamed in anticipation.

Green! Her shapely right foot jammed the Camaro accelerator to the floor. Tires screeched, digging into the asphalt. Shift into second. She was gone.

Deputy Sheriff David Leonard was in his Crown Vic police cruiser in the parking lot of the convenience store. He saw the woman in the convertible. She made his heart skip a beat. Then, he heard the roar of an engine and saw a flash of red go by. He shifted into gear and hit the siren. The Camaro had two hundred yards on him and was pulling away when the Crown Vic spun onto the road in pursuit. He shoved the accelerator to the floor and yanked the seat belt tight over his lap.

Susy glanced in the rear view mirror. She saw the swirling red and blue lights atop the patrol car behind her. With a laugh and a toss of her long hair, she dropped the Camaro into fifth, and, jammed her foot to the floor. The V-8 screamed as the fence posts flashed by.

"Deputy Leonard, report," came the routine call over the police radio. 

"In pursuit of a red Camaro convertible westbound on county road one one six, Mabel," the deputy replied. 

"Do you need backup?" asked Mabel, the dispatcher.

"Negative, dispatch," Deputy Leonard replied as he felt a blush cross his face.

Sheriff Merriweather scowled as he stood by Mabel's desk listening to her conversation with his deputy. His brooding black eyes were angry as he strode to his office for his hat. He saw Mabel and her assistant watching him out of the corners of their eyes as he headed for the exit.

"Should I tell the deputy you're going to join them?" Mabel asked.

The sheriff spun his bulk on the toe of his boot. He glowered at Mabel, giving her his dirtiest look. Mabel tried not to smile.

"Negative, Mabel," he snapped before he charged out to the parking lot. 

"Damn! That woman can drive," Deputy Leonard thought appreciatively as the Camaro slowed for the curve by the Anderson place. 

The Crown Vic seemed to be gaining, but it was an illusion. The Camaro blew through the curve; it'd gained fifty yards. Next curve coming up. The deputy watched as the Camaro slipped perfectly through the curve and pulled away again. 

"Where's she going?" the deputy wondered as he remained in hot pursuit. 

He saw the Camaro slow and almost caught it before it turned up the gravel road toward the abandoned Williams' house. The Camaro bumped ahead of him until it pulled into a small clearing under some oak trees. 

The deputy turned off the siren and parked his cruiser to block the convertible. When he exited the car, he adjusted his trousers to ease the pressure on his erection. As he strode to the Camaro, the woman sat quietly with both hands on the steering wheel.

She turned in the seat, drawing her left leg up under her. Her left arm rested on the door. The skirt was to her thigh tops. He gasped as his eyes tried to simultaneously take in her breasts and the white panties. He stifled a groan.

"Is something wrong, deputy?" she purred. 

She batted her eyes at him shamelessly. She let them wander over his chest, past the narrow waist to his crotch. Openly, she stared at his erection. What a hunk, she thought.

"What the hell are you doing?" Deputy Leonard asked in exasperation.

"Aren't you going to ask for my license and registration?" Susy asked innocently.

"Well, yeah. License and registration, please," the Deputy said with a grin. The light was dawning on him.

"Deputy, I don't have a license," Susy replied in a shy, sexy voice.

"Out of the car, miss."

Susy opened the door. Leisurely, seductively, she swung her legs out. One shapely leg extended, her ankle sliding down his calf. Her eyes never left his face. His eyes never left her legs. She stood and wiggled, pulling the tight skirt down again. Head down, she turned her big, brown, eyes upward submissively.

"Am I going to be arrested?" she whispered.

Deputy Leonard licked his parched lips.

"Well, evading the police is an arresting offense. Maybe we can work something out," he said, his voice tight with desire.

"Oh, could we? I'd be grateful. Really."

"How grateful?" the deputy asked. He was pleased his tone was a neutral, commanding, police voice again.

"Very grateful - as long as my husband doesn't find out," she said so softly.

"Oh? Are you one of those women who screw around?"

"No, but I find you so sexy," she whispered as she leaned into him, letting her breasts crush against his chest. She raised her head and nibbled on his neck. 

"You're a hot little number, aren't you?" he replied as his hands dropped to squeeze her ass. He was rough with her, digging his fingers in, feeling the firm muscle twitch under his hands. She pushed her crotch against him. 

"For a big, strong, cop like you, I'm burning up," she moaned, as she drove her tongue into his mouth, both hands holding his head against hers. 

Deputy Leonard held her hard against him, feeling her heat, feeling her squirm. She moved away, her hands on his belt. Her eyes burned as she stared at him. He yanked the blouse back over her shoulders, pinning her arms, freeing her breasts. He tweaked her nipples.

She sobbed; her eyelids fluttered. He pulled her rich, brown hair back, arching her over the Camaro's bright red hood. He hesitated, looking at her there: her breasts bared for him, her hair wild around her. But it was her face that drove him insane. He saw her desire, her need. She whimpered. Greedily, he lowered his head to her breast. Hungrily, he sucked a nipple into his mouth.

With his free hand, he found the button at the waist of the skirt. Next, the zipper. Susy moaned again and wiggled as Deputy Leonard yanked the skirt down her legs. He grabbed the panties and jerked. Jerked again. The panties shredded. He tossed them away.  

The deputy jammed a long, strong, finger hard up between her legs and his thumb found her clit.

"Ahhhh, ahh. Yes," Susy moaned as her back arched. Her thighs clamped around his hand, trapping him there, his finger buried in her. He could feel her pussy muscles spasming on his hand. He watched her bliss. 

He waited as she floated down again, holding her protectively against him. He felt her shiver, then tense in the instant before she shoved him away. Slack jawed, he stared. Hands on hips, eyes flashing, she was a nymph, naked but for her stockings and shoes. 

"I don't want to have sex with you. I've changed my mind," Susy said regally.

"Like hell you have!" the deputy snapped. 

He charged. She ran, ran over the rise, down the glen toward a single, old, oak tree majestically standing amid a patch of clover. He caught her there, grabbing the brown mane flowing behind her. They fell in the lushness, his body trapping hers. Roughly, he shoved her on her back in the rich clover. She looked over her shoulder to the tree. The deputy's gaze followed hers.  

A hook had been screwed into the base of the oak. It was not at ground level now, but about twenty inches up the bark of the giant tree. Strong hard hands locked the handcuffs over her wrists. He slipped the cuff chain over the hook, pinning her arms, and pulled her toward him, away from the tree. 

Naked, cuffed, stretched out, Susy felt the clover soft under her and the breeze cool on her rigid nipples. She watched the deputy as he towered over her. She tingled as he set aside his belt and gear, quivered as his massive chest came into sight. Her heart raced as he lowered his uniform trousers. 

The deputy watched her face as he yanked down his jockeys. He saw her eyes dilate, saw her tongue flick across her lips, as she stared at his hard cock. As he dropped to his knees, she locked her legs together, ankles crossed. 

"Open your legs so I can fuck you," the deputy growled.

"No," she replied haughtily. 

Deputy Leonard grabbed a trim ankle in each of his powerful hands. Her face contorted as she struggled to keep her legs tight. She squirmed and twisted, but the deputy was too strong. His muscles corded as he slowly pulled Susy's legs apart. Her skin was slick with sweat when he fell between her legs.

"I'm unprotected," she whispered, her big brown eyes searching his face.

The deputy froze for an instant, until a wicked, masculine, smile crept over his face.

"Good. I'll get you pregnant," he said.

"Are you sure?" Susy replied as her eyes filled with tears. 

"Yes. I'm sure," he replied softly.

Susy laughed as she thrust her pelvis toward him. 

"What'll my husband say?" she giggled naughtily.

"He'll love to see your belly swollen with child," the deputy replied. 

Deputy Leonard lodged the tip of his cock in her tight, wet entrance. Slowly, he pushed, feeling the walls of her pussy spasm around him. God, her pussy is so hot, he thought as he slowly pulled back again. 

"Quit teasing me!" Susy moaned in his ear. "Fuck me hard, you big cocked stud! Make me pregnant!"

Satiated but reinvigorated, Deputy Leonard gazed at the beauty of the naked woman who lay at his feet. As he dressed, she recovered from the pleasure they'd shared. The cuffs still dangled from one of her wrists as she walked naked ahead of him. He could see her thighs shiny with his juices, see her ass sway provocatively in front of him. 

She found her skirt. Straight legged, she bent from the waist to retrieve it. His cock hardened again at the sight of her still bloated pussy. His need grew as she wiggled back into the red skirt. Again she teased him as she recovered her blouse. Watching him watch her, she fastened the buttons. 

He grabbed her and kissed her hard and deep. She squirmed against him as he held her neck in one giant paw while the other crushed her to him. 

Deputy Leonard heard Sheriff Merriweather's cruiser turn into the road to the William's place. Quickly, he pushed Susy away from him and straightened his uniform. 

Before the sheriff's cruiser came to a stop, he saw the two of them. Susy was rubbing her wrist. The sheriff knew exactly what had happened. It wasn't the first time a deputy had caught a young woman speeding on this road. He opened the door, scowling at them as he put on his hat. He strode toward them, straightening his belt and gun. 

Susy shifted from foot to foot. Deputy Leonard tried to stretch the collar of his suddenly too tight shirt.

"David," the sheriff said stiffly. 

"Sheriff," Deputy Leonard replied nervously. 

"How's your patrol going? Any problems to report?"

"Uh, fine, sir," the deputy replied, trying to look the sheriff in the eye. "No problems, sir."

"No crime out here, huh?"

"No, sir." The deputy desperately wished he were somewhere else.

"And you, young lady," the sheriff continued, "shouldn't you be home fixing dinner for your husband rather than tearing up the county roads?"

Susy didn't reply, but glanced up at Deputy Leonard as she slipped her hand in his. The sheriff shook his head.

"I thought when you two got married this monkey business would stop," the sheriff said wearily. 

Susy took a tentative step toward the sheriff. Her eyes were wild was mischief as a wicked grin grew on her face.

"I had a long talk with Mabel yesterday," Susy said. "She told me about this place, about the oak in the clover. She told me a lot of things you never told me."

The sheriff blanched. Susy smiled and took another step toward him. 

"Mabel said if Momma hadn't owned a hemi-head Dodge, I might never've been born. Well, Daddy? Was Mabel right? Was I really conceived under that oak tree?"

The sheriff's color almost matched the Camaro's bright red. He cleared his throat several times. 

"Mabel talks too damn much," he mumbled.

Susy grinned from ear to ear as she seized the advantage.

"If you want a grandbaby, you'll have to tolerate my Camaro and me a little while longer, Daddy."

"Well, as long as the monkey business has a good purpose," the sheriff blustered, easing his way back toward his cruiser. 

Deputy Leonard put his arm around his wife as the sheriff opened the door of his car.

"Oh, Daddy," Susy called gaily. The sheriff turned to look at her.

"Thanks for the hook. It sure comes in handy," she said with a giggle. 

Again red with embarrassment, Sheriff Merriweather bumped the cruiser back toward the blacktop. In his rear view mirror, Deputy Leonard and Susy were locked in an embrace. 

A vision filled his mind. A vision of a majestic oak tree. Of a naked young woman lying cuffed in the rich clover. Of a deputy between her legs as she screamed her joy. 

Tears filled his eyes. 

The End

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Speed



I had another 3 hours till my shift was over. My little slut of a wife teased me right till I walked through the door. God I was so fucking turned on right now I could fuck anything. 

Damn! The guy must have been going 85, I pulled my car out of the parking spot and sped off after him. After following him for 15 minutes I turned on my lights. Why do these fuckers always think they can break the law just cause it’s the middle of the night. Shit! He’s speeding up. I knew it was going to be a lousy night.

Finally he pulled over. I walked up and asked him to turn off his car. “What the fuck did I do?” he sneered at me as I walked up. 

“You were going over the speed limit”

“Oh come on you fuckin pig, it’s not like there is anything that could happed, I drive on this road every night there is never anyone on it”

I saw red I was so pissed 

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE CAR YOU LITTLE BITCH, I’M GOING TO TEACH YOU A LESSON ABOUT RESPECT” I screamed

“Dude, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it, go ahead and give me that ticket”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP” I yelled as I pulled him out of the car. 

“You need to lean how to treat an officer of the law. 

”I’m sorry, dude sorry OOF” he stopped as I punched him in the stomach  with that I pushed him down to his knees, “first your gunna make me feel better bitch”  I was still hard as I pulled out my cock and shoved it in his face. 

“No man I’m not a fag I don’t do that shit.”

“You do now and if you bite me it will be the last thing that you ever do.”

He slowly opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, he licked the head tentatively a few timed then sucked it in between his lips. I could feel his tongue swirl over the head as he took my now rock solid shaft deeper into his mouth.

“oh yeah” I groaned and pushed my shaft all of the way down his throat.  I felt him gag but I didn’t care it wad feeling so good and my balls were starting to ache. 

“ Get up you little cock whore” I snapped at him. He got up with a scared look on his face, I liked it. I loved the fact that he was scared I was gunna fuck his brains out. 

He whimpered a little as I ripped his shirt off but other then that he didn’t maker any noise. I unsnapped his pants and pulled out his prick. Oh shit! The little bastard was hard as a fuckin rock. “SO you like this huh little bitch?” I questioned he didn’t answer me but tears slowly started to slide down his face. 

I pumped his cock a couple more times then told him to step out of his pants. He kicked them to the side and I pulled his boxers off too. 

“bend over” he did as he was told and I thought I was going to explode. He had the nicest round little ass. I couldn’t help my self I bent down and spread his cheeks. His little puckered hole looked so inviting. He moaned once as I stuck my tongue into his asshole and licked all around his rosebud.  After I go it nice and wet, I bit into his fleshy cheek.

“OUCH” he yelled out and I spanked his firm little bottom. 

“Don’t talk Bitch” I shouted at him.

I pressed my cockhead to his anus and started to push. He groaned in what sounded like pain but I was too far gone to care. My cockhead went into the tight entry with a soft pop and with one hard thrush the rest of my hard cock followed it. I could feel him sobbing softly as I started to thrust and I reached around and grabbed his little prick and started to pump it. After 10 hard pumps he started to come and his little asshole started to milk my cock. I one last groan I pumped a load right into his loosened ass. 

As I Pulled up my pants I glanced at him curled up on the pavenent by his car. “watch how do drive thought here from now on. You never know you might get pulled over”



Speed



~Saturday Night at the Opal Hotel's Blue Note Bar & Lounge~

"Cock size," Mia said, unflinching as if she had just ordered a Coke.

The guy seated across from her wearing the suede vest and grey tam --what was up with that, by the way?-- sputtered his water back into his glass. Wiping the dribble from the bottom of his lip, he coughed, "I...what? Seriously?"

Mia shrugged her shoulder and popped her eyebrow. "Yeah, of course."

The guy blinked. He asked, "Cock size? Just like that? That's what you have to say is what's most important to you in a life partner?"

"More like ON a life partner," she explained, "Wouldn't make sense if it was IN him now, would it?"

He sat back in his chair, shaking his head slightly, shooing away the fly of disbelief. 

Mia leaned forward, poking up her eyeglasses and narrowing her lids around her round, dark eyes. "Look...uh," she squinted at the tag on the guy's vest, "Number 12?"

"Arye," he offered.

"Arye," she nodded, easing herself back in the chair, "That's what all these girls want."

The two of them paused to scan all the women seated in the lounge.

When she was sure their eyes had reconnected, Mia held up her hands about a foot apart. "We all want a big, thick, long, black cock to suck on," she declared, accentuating every adjective through a lurid little sneer on her ruby lips.

"Really?" Arye responded flatly, incredulous. 

"Oh yeah. Oh yeah," Mia nodded in the affirmative, taking up her cocktail glass and having a sip.

"Well, I guess I can't really help you with the 'black' part," he sighed, unconsciously giving his pale, pink cheek a little scratch.

Mia arched her left brow sharply high above her eyeglasses. She eyed him and said, "Really? Are you saying you fulfill the other criteria?"

"What?" Arye said, caught off guard again, "No. I mean...look, I'm just a bit surprised you would be so...uh,"

"Shallow?" Mia grinned.

"No," Arye corrected, holding up his hands as he back-pedaled, "I wasn't going to say that."

He was going to say that.

Mia could see a tiny little bead of sweat appear underneath the lid of that silly tam of his.

"I was going to say," he spoke slowly, "I wasn't expecting you to be so upfront about something like that. You don't look like a person who would be so..."

"Whorish?" 

"Abrupt."

Mia closed her eyes and sighed. She checked her watch, then looked at him like a frontline nurse consoling an injured soldier. She took a deep breath, peered over the rim of her glasses, then said, "Arye, that's the nature of this soiree, isn't? 8 minutes. That's not much time at all. So many guys here, so much potential, but only 8 minutes with each of them. It's all about speed and efficiency." She slapped the back of one hand into the palm of the other. "Speed and efficiency."

After another quick breath she continued, "A girl has to get her priorities in order and out there. You asked me what I want in a...'life partner'. Thank you for getting right down to the nitty-gritty. So for life, Arye? I want a big cock...for life. My life partner may eventually become a wrinkled carcass of a vegetable sucking porridge trough a straw in a hospital bed, but as long as I can spit out my dentures and get my pink gums around his meaty length of Oktoberfest sausage, I will be a happy woman. Oh, and a healthy inheritance, of course. I need to be well kept."

Mia settled once more against the back of her chair. Arye replied by turning into a mannequin.

She took a moment to look behind him, to another couple at a table across the floor of the lounge. The woman at that table didn't break away from her conversation but did manage to make eye contact with Mia and give her a wink and broadened her smile.

Well, at least her friend seemed to be enjoying herself.

Mia returned her attention to Arye, still a flabbergasted mess. She cocked her head. Damn. Maybe she broke him.

As she was about to snap him out of it, the angelic chime of a porter bell interrupted the room.

"Time's up once again, ladies and gentlemen," an energetic, attractive red-head declared as she strode to the center of the room. She spun on her stilettos and clasped her hands together. "Believe it or not, we've reached half-time already. Let's take 20 minutes to reset and refresh. Gentlemen, readjust your collars, and ladies, powder your noses. Grab yourselves another drink. Then it's on to Round 2!"

A gentle but steady murmur rose through the dark cocktail lounge as 12 couples got up, some more readily than others. 

Mia brushed the skirt of her black dress back towards her knees and then picked up her purse and her 'dance card'. She held out her hand as she got up. "It was really nice talking with you, Arye," she said.

"Oh, yeah. Me too," he said, still in his chair. They shook hands. His was a bit clammy.

Speaking with a genuine and softer voice, Mia added, "I think you're a nice guy, Arye. Well, from what I can tell in 8 minutes, anyway. I hope you'll find a nice 'life partner'. Good luck. Oh, but lose the cap."

Those were the only truthful words she had said to him in the 8 minutes they shared. What stunned her was how straight a face she had maintained while doing so. She was sure she was pushing it when she quickly tacked on the old 'inheritance' schtick. Yet after six 8-minute 'speed dates' so far, it wasn't surprising to her how easily the lies came to keep herself amused. 

She walked directly to the bar, polished off her cocktail, then promptly asked for another. God bless half-off ladies night. 

As she leaned against the bar rail, another bare arm brushed up against hers. It was Sylvie, her sometimes good friend. Right now, she had a tickling urge to dunk her freckled, pixie face into a toilet.

"Hello Number 7," she said, tilting her chin towards her name tag. 

"Hey! How's it going?" Sylvie asked, so giddy she was almost breathless.

Mia took a hard swig from her glass, gulped and replied, "Oh Lord! I am having the BEST time. I just can't stand it. Bartender, keep them coming!"

Sylvie, the decidedly shorter of the two, rolled her eyes. "Oh, dear," she exclaimed, slightly deflated, "It's not going well, is it? I'm sorry I dragged you along."

Mia shook her head. "This night's not about me, it's about you. I'm here for you."

Sylvie smiled and gave her a hug, pressing her cheek against Mia's smooth shoulder. "Thanks, Mia," she cooed.

Giving Sylvie a reassuring pat on her head, Mia said, "I'm here for you...and dinner at Portabello's next Friday."

Sylvie gave her an extra squeeze and the two of them shared a laugh. 

"So, any potential Mr.Right's?" Mia asked.

"Maybe. I don't know." Sylvie's face twisted into a frown. "It's so hard. Only 8 minutes to talk to a guy. It's crazy."

"Tell me about it," Mia concurred, "How's a girl supposed to get a guy's bank account number in that time?"

It was the first time either them had tried a speed dating night. Really, it was Sylvie's idea. Mia came to support her and for the half-price drinks. 

Mia picked up Sylvie's 'dance card' from the counter. Each person marked down the numbers of people with whom they would like to continue contact. At the end of the night, the host --the red-head-- collected the cards, matched up the numbers, then gave the contact info to the corresponding guests. It seemed simple, but even that was a grueling a process for Mia.

"You marked down three numbers already?" Mia said, "Batting .500. You're doing well."

"Doesn't mean they wrote down my number on their cards," Sylvie shrugged.

"Every man should be writing down your number," Mia said.

Sylvie smiled. "I knew there was a reason I brought you along. You're the best!"

"I am."

"But, I don't have to treat you if I get you hooked up tonight, though."

"Fat chance," Mia puffed, but then she smiled at her friend, "Thanks for the thought, but just worry about yourself, m'kay?"

Mia always felt protective of her. Small, cute, eager and earnest like a puppy, Sylvie sometimes seemed a bit too naïve and innocent. 

"So how about you?" Sylvie asked as she snatched up her card from the bar counter. She was disappointed to see it was still blank. "Nothing?"

"I told you, I'm not here for myself," Mia noted.

"I know, but come on, Mia," Sylvie encouraged, "There's actually a lot of good-looking guys here, surprisingly. And you're looking so fine tonight! I'm sure several of them have written your number down on their cards."

"Oh, I don't know about that." Mia bit her lower lip and looked aside sheepishly. Her penchant all night for "little white lies" had possibly prevented her Number 13 from appearing on any potential suitor's cards. In one case, she was fortunate the guy didn't call 911.

"I'm not really interested in finding a Mr.Right, Sylvie," Mia said, "I just don't have much time for that these days."

Sylvie grinned and offered Mia a leery glance of her emerald eyes. "Okay fine," she said teased, "So how about a little Mr.Right Now?"

Mia paused for a moment before replying, refusing to be baited. "No," she said, deliberately forming her lips as she spoke, "I'm not here for that either." She gazed at the swirling liquor in her glass.

Sylvie eased back and softened her grin. "I know," she said, "I'm just kidding. I just want you to have some fun. You should relax."

"I'm relaxed."

"Just let go once in a while," Sylvie added, "Sometimes I worry about you."

"Hey. Who's here to support who?" Mia remarked. "Just do your thing here tonight, okay? Find a guy. Get married. Have some kids. See you same time next week." 

"Okay. Don't blame me for trying," Sylvie sighed.

Each of them took another sip from their glasses. 

"I'm going to go to the ladies' room," Sylvie said, "You want to come?"

Mia shook her head. "I'm good."

With Sylvie gone, Mia had a moment to collect herself. She didn't know why this whole idea of dating made her neck hairs bristle. Her sometimes snarky, sometimes aloof, sometimes bitchy attitude towards relationships she put on display this night was really just a reflection of how she had been feeling in general lately. 

She gazed into the mirror across the bar behind all the colourful bottles. Staring back at her was a young woman, clearly not unattractive but something not quite right. She stood up straight and flicked and crimped some wave back into her long raven hair, brushing one side of it back over her bare white shoulder. She adjusted her glasses, the top of the rims just above her eye-line for that intellectually suggestive look. A quick inspection of her short, black cocktail dress reaffirmed that it was the right choice to show off her yoga enhanced physique. 

She was dressed for an evening of man-hunting, and this particular game park appeared to be well-stocked. So why did she feel like she'd rather be at home eating a bowl of cold cereal? 

The carousel nature of the speed dating event definitely didn't help things. She felt like she was at a conveyor belt sushi restaurant, except she wasn't sure who was the raw fish going around in circles: the men or her. She was sure that if she could get past that plodding visual, she would find some of the guys to be rather attractive.

But then there was that notion of actually dating. What if she did end up matched up with a guy? The thought of having to go through the rigors of dating --the phone calls, the meet ups, the obligatory hugs and kisses, the "okay, now is a good time" sex-- just didn't appeal to her at all. Not at this point in her life, anyway. So when, poor Number 12, Arye, brought up the notion of "life partners", she couldn't help but feel like her powder keg had been lit. 

Mia leaned against the bar once more and looked towards the ladies' washrooms. Sylvie was still in there. What was taking her so long? 

She smirked to herself. "Maybe she's right," she mused. Maybe she really could just use a Mr.Right Now, though she was a little shocked her sweet and innocent friend would suggest something like a One Night Stand. 

Still, the idea of it undeniably kindled a small spark in her otherwise cold heart and belly. No way she was going to even joke about that with Sylvie -- the poor girl would likely go into shock. She was also certain that there wouldn't be a man in the lounge this night who could even stir that pot within her.

She looked upwards contemplatively for a moment, the grinned and snickered, "Nope, Mia. Your panties are still as dry as a desert."

"Whose panties are what?" Sylvie asked, sidling up to her at the bar.

Mia shirked aside slightly, unaware her friend had returned. "What? Oh...ah..."

The little porter bell dinged again. The hostess returned to the center of the floor and clapped her hands. 

"Alright, ladies and gents," she announced, "I hope you've recharged and refocused. It's time for the second half of tonight's event! Still lots of people to meet, so I hope you haven't completely filled up your cards yet!"

No worries about that, Mia thought.

"Ladies take your seats," the hostess directed, "Men, you're rotating to your left, counter-clockwise."

"And the carousel continues," Mia muttered.

"Okay, back to the mines," Sylvie chirped.

"Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho," Mia joked, "Oh, don't lean in too close to Number 16. He smells like an Old Spice truck rolled over him."

Sylvie pawed at her arm. "And you try not to scare too many of the guys permanently off women," she scolded playfully.

The men and women moved through the lounge like football players taking to the field. Mia resumed her seat and steeled herself for what was to come during the next hour. She tried to settle herself into the suede bucket chair, but just couldn't find a perfectly comfortable position. Finally she just settled with the standard demure pose: legs crossed, one hand on her lap, the other perched on the armrest. Another deep breath and she was as ready as she could be. Bring it on.

A tall, lanky, blonde-haired man wearing tan pants and a blue dress-shirt -- I.T. Chic-- stepped up to the chair across from her. He flashed a very wide, toothy smile and said, "Hi, I think I'm at the right place."

"That makes one of us," Mia replied.

The man chuckled hesitantly.

Inwardly, Mia scolded herself. Snarky-bitch mode was not a good way to begin. She didn't want to believe she could be such a cruel person. She managed a warmer smile and said, "Sorry. I mean, I think you're also supposed to start here, as well. Please, have a seat."

That seemed to relax him a bit. "Great," he replied, "My name's Brad." 

As he pulled the chair back, though, another man came up and also put his hand on the chair and on Brad's back. "I am very sorry, my friend. I believe this is where I'm supposed to be," he said.

With mirroring confused looks, Mia and Brad paused and frowned at the man. He looked much more reassured than either of them, a confident look in his dark eyes and a steady smile on his full lips. 

Brad looked toward Mia but all she could offer were raised eyebrows and a telepathic response of "Don't look at me. I have no idea."

"Uh...no, I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to start here," Brad said, his hand still on the chair.

The other man also kept his hand on the chair, his expression unfazed and calm, dark black brows settling over the cool whites of his eyes. "I believe you are wrong, my friend," he said, simply.

Mia sat frozen, only her eye shifting between the two men.

Brad released the chair first and stood tall, obviously trying to use his height to press his point. It didn't work. Not only was the man almost his equal in height, it was obvious he was built more solidly beneath his burgundy shirt and grey blazer. And he continued to regard him stoically, like a big dog staring down a puppy.

"We're supposed to go counter-clockwise," Brad said, motioning his finger in circles.

"Ah well, there you are," the other man exclaimed. He pointed to his wrist. "I'm not wearing a watch."

Brad frowned. Mia couldn't stop the edge of her lip from curling up into an impish smile.

"No. Look you have to..." Brad started to say but was interrupted by the dinging porter bell.

"The gentlemen at table 6," the hostess called out, "Can you please find your seats so we may get started?"

While Brad looked over to the hostess, Mia and the other man took the opportunity to make eye contact. He winked at her. That simple gesture definitely flicked at something deep down inside of her but she couldn't say that it didn't make her feel uneasy.

Brad turned back to the man and opened his mouth to say something, but instead the man spoke, "Alright, the thing is that my time tonight is short and I may be leaving very soon. I would just like the opportunity to meet with this young lady before I go. I believe you will be staying here for the entire night, yes?"

Brad hesitantly nodded.

"Then, my friend, I'm sure you will eventually...'counter-clockwise'...back into this chair, yes?" the man remarked, "All I am asking for is my moment with her, a fair chance. Can you begrudge me that?"

"Gentlemen?" the hostess called to them again.

Brad was already teetering. Mia decided to give him a little push. "He's right, Brad," she said, "We'll get a chance to speak. Everyone has spends time together, right?"

While unable to hide his annoyance, Brad finally relented. "Okay...if you're alright with that."

"I'm okay with it," she replied, hoping Brad hadn't noticed her eyes remained on the other man the entire time. 

The man offered his hand to Brad which was accepted begrudgingly. He even patted him on the back as he walked away. Then he took his seat across from Mia, leaning forward elbows on his lap, hands clasped together beneath his chin. Mia almost could hear the mental sound of a "click" as his eyes locked onto hers. Dark ebony skinned and handsome, and exuding confidence, her own eyes, though looking less assured, were also fixed upon him. Her lips ebbed into a smile, belying the nerves in her belly evoked by him. 

The porter bell rang again. Time to begin.

Mia still hadn't moved much, stuck in that ridiculous pose she has assumed since taking her seat. As the man continued to hold her in his cool, calm, undeniably magnetic gaze, she felt like a deer in headlights. 10 seconds ticked by and neither had said anything. She finally opened her mouth, still unsure of what she was actually going to say.

"My suite number is 3208," he spoke first.

Mia stopped, her mouth hanging ajar. For a few precious seconds, it felt like a small rock was caught in her throat, but she finally managed to jump-start her brain enough to blurt, "What?" "In the hotel above us," he said, lifting his eyes upwards for a moment, "Suite number 3208."

Mia scrunched her trimmed brows sharply down towards her nose. "Yes, I heard you the first time. Why would...?"

"Because you don't want to be here."

Mia was speechless.

"So you will be in my room in....let's say 20 minutes," he said.

Was that a request or a command? His voice, laced with an Hispanic accent, was as steady and intense as the rain. It was impossible for Mia to read the man beyond the words he spoke to her, and those were so stark in blunt, she couldn't believe what she thought he was suggesting.

She swallowed then said, "To do what?" She hoped he was kidding, and decided to play along.

Shadows appeared on the man's dark face accentuating strong, sharp features on his smooth, dark caramel skin. "So many things come to mind," he replied.

Mia tilted her chin away slightly, but didn't take her eyes off of him. They stayed on the man as she quickly readjusted her glasses which had slipped down her nose and then brushed back her hair over her shoulder with one deft motion. Truthfully, according to the rules of the event, she should have screamed "foul!" and had the man kicked out for such a proposal. 




Speed



But, for reasons she didn't want to entertain at the moment, she didn't do that. Good or bad, he managed to stir something in her.

Instead, she cleared her throat and said, "Whatever comes to mind? Does that mean you have a bowling alley in your room because I really feel like I could go ten frames right about now."

That managed to draw an inner laugh and grin from the man. Good. She wanted to turn the tables a bit.

"Do you have a name other than number 26?" Mia asked.

Still grinning, the man leaned back into his chair. "Miguel," he offered. 

"Miguel? Hello, my name is Mia," she said, "See? This is how it's supposed to go. We say hello, introduce ourselves, then chat each other up, ask questions, and find a connection. Like...like our names: Miguel and Mia. Can't go wrong with alliterative names."

The man nodded, stroking his fingers down the sides of his impeccably sculpted goatee, a bemused expression on his face. "Very well, Mia," he said, "What would do you need to know?"

Mia's eyes narrowed, and her head lowered, a flash of white reflecting in her glasses. Finally, she felt back on track. "That's a nice accent you have," she noted, "Where do you come from?"

"You need to know this?" he asked, "This is important?"

Mia frowned and shrugged, "Sure it is. I have this bias against creatures not of this planet."

"Alright," he agreed, "I live in the Dominican." 

Mia cocked her head, curious. "You 'live'...?" she started, "Do you mean you're only visiting the country?"

Miguel nodded. "I finished my business in the city this week. I fly out tomorrow morning."

She shook her head quickly. "Then what are you doing at a speed dating event?"

He held out his large hands to his sides. "I am looking for a date," he replied with a cool lilt in his deep voice, "Just for this evening."

Once more, Mia caught herself with her lips ajar, his words rattling around in her head for a second. Flatly she said, "You know, there are places in the city you can pay for that."

"That's not the type of company I am looking for," he said without missing a beat.

Mia mustered a stern tone in her voice, replying, "I'm not the company you're looking for."

"Yes," Miguel corrected, "You most certainly are."

"You're mistaken." Mia still couldn't look away from him, as if keeping her eyes on him would keep him at bay. "People here tonight are looking for lasting relationships, not some one night stand."

"All of them?"

"Most of them."

"Not you, though," Miguel suggested.

"How would you know?" she asked, "You think staring at me that way allows you to read my mind?"

"This big," Miguel held his hands up and apart in front of her. 

Mia's brows knitted together. "What are you...?"

"My size," Miguel said.

Mia felt the blood rush through her, tweaking a pink glow on her cheeks. 

"I also understand that you have a fetish for dwarves, that you have orgasms whenever you wash your dishes, that you live with over a dozen cats, and you may have killed at least two of your past boyfriends accidentally with cleaning detergent in their meals," Miguel said.

Mia chewed her lower lip. So apparently some of the men were sharing info during the break.

Once again, Miguel leaned forward in his chair. "You don't want a relationship. You're telling false stories instead, trying to get through each 8 minute date," he said, his voice low, knowing, cajoling, "Yet you continue to participate when you could have just walked away. Why?"

"I'm...I'm only here to support my friend," Mia answered, breathless. She could feel herself breathing more deeply now, her chest rising and falling unsteadily.

Slowly Miguel shook his head. "You could have just sat at the bar and waited," he continued, "But here you are, meeting men you care nothing about, answering and asking questions you care nothing about. And now I sit here before you, my intentions laid out and clear, breaking the rules. I see you shifting uneasily in your chair, keeping your eyes upon me like a prey upon a predator."

Her heart beat was as erratic as his voice was rhythmic and steady.

Miguel pressed further, "All you need do, Mia, is raise your hand, call over the hostess and have me removed from these premises. It's very easy. Yet, you don't."

Mia swallowed again and licked the inside of her lips. "I still can," she breathed.

"You won't," he replied. Miguel stretched out his wide, pink-brown lips, and narrowed his eyes upon her. "For the two of us, isn't tonight truly about speed and no consequences? We don't require mindless details to remember for days to come. It's all about tonight. It's all about what we experience now. No promises to break for the future."

Mia felt like she was on fire. It may have been the alcohol, but his words and the cocksure way he delivered them were incendiary. How long had they been talking? 8 minutes may as well have been 8 hours, the way her mind felt so tossed at the moment. And all the while he made his illicit proposal to her, she couldn't take her damn eyes off of him. She watched as he reached forward across the small cocktail table, and gently touched her knee, then caressed it slowly. 

Another rule broken. He was daring her to look away, daring her to call the hostess.

"You are intrigued, are you not?"

She said nothing. 

"Very well," Miguel said, sitting back in his chair.

He raised his hand. The hostess came over to their table. "Yes? I was about to ring the bell in about 30 seconds."

"Thank you," Miguel stood up, adjusted his jacket and took the hand of the hostess, "I have spoken to whom I wanted to speak to and said all I wanted to say. This has been a most enjoyable evening."

"Oh, but we're not done yet," the hostess said anxiously, looking back and forth to Mia and Miguel. "We're about to rotate..."

"Yes, counter-clockwise. Unfortunately I left my watch in my room," he said and turned back to Mia smiling almost boyishly, "I'm sorry, I can't resist recycling jokes."

"But..."

"Buenas noches," Miguel said, addressing the hostess. Again he saved the last words for Mia: "Hasta pronto, Mia. Chau."

With that, he walked out of the lounge, the hostess only taking a half-step to try to stop him.

"Maybe...I guess, I'll have one of the ladies sit out each rotation," the hostess thought aloud to know one in particular.

Certainly Mia hadn't been paying attention to her. Her eyes were still tethered to the chair where Miguel had been sitting, like some elusive spectral image of the man were still there, holding her attention with his vice like words and eyes. 

She finally had to close her eyes to try to break the image. Yet the moment she did, it unexpectedly heightened her awareness of her pounding heart, her quickened breaths, and the heat and electricity churning deep down in her trembling gut. She shifted in her seat, and noted the dampness high along her inner thighs. A nagging longing ached through her body.

"Oh...Mia," she murmured, clasping the sides of her head, "Mia. Mia. Mia. What the devil are you thinking?"

The porter bell rang. She opened her eyes. She still saw Miguel seated there. Damn.

"Hey. Hello again," Brad said, taking his seat across from her, "Take two, huh?"

At first, Mia didn't flinch, but finally she blinked and shook her head like snapping out of a hypnotic funk. "I'm...sorry," she mumbled, "Who are you?"

He frowned, grinning awkwardly. He pointed to himself and said, "Brad. We just met before a few minutes ago before that guy came."

Mia nodded slowly as she looked away towards the lounge's exit. "Oh yeah, that guy."

Once more the bell rang.

Rubbing his hands together, Brad said, "Shall we begin? I don't want to waste another minute getting to know you."

"No...I don't want to waste another minute, either," Mia said still looking away.

"Great," he said, "So, then, how's it going?"

"Hmm? Going?" Mia replied, turning to him, yet looking past him. She nodded, "Yes. Sorry. I have to get going now."

Brad watched her as she picked up her purse and stand up. "Uh, wait. What? You're leaving?"

"Yes,"she said, regaining some of her awareness, "Oh, I'm so sorry Brad. I lied about spending some time with you...and about my dwarf fetish, and orgasms, and your cock size..."

"My...'cock size'?" Brad parroted.

She slid past him and patted him on the shoulder. "At least you don't have to worry about me killing you with my cooking."

Leaving him behind to mull over her cryptic words, Mia walked towards the exit. She managed to catch the eye of Sylvie. As she passed her table, she fanned herself with her hand and mouthed the words, "I need some air."

Sylvie simply smiled and winked.

As she got to the door, she was intercepted by the hostess, who asked earnestly, "Is there anything the matter?"

"Yes. I'm sorry. I'm suddenly feeling very warm," she explained, "I think I drank too much. I could use some air."

The hostess rolled her eyes in mild frustration. Suddenly her clients were all abandoning ship. 

"Why don't you go ahead and put the next woman who was supposed to spend time with Miguel with Brad over there?" Mia suggested. She already began to make her way past the hostess as soon as she had spoken.

In her mind, as soon as she made her way to the hotel lobby, she turned right and headed out the doors and stepped onto the streets where the fresh air would fill her lungs and clear her head of any nonsense and confusion. A little while later, she would be at home, curled up in her bed, sheets over her head, and a pillow crushed between her thighs.

In her mind.

Reality betrayed her however, and she suddenly realized she was not only at the elevators, but at some point she had pressed the button. 21...20...19...18..she looked up at the floor display as the elevator descended.

She checked her watch. She would be early.

...14...13...12...

"You're really going to do this?" she thought fervently to herself, closing her eyes.

...8...7...6...

"Just how big did he say he was?" 

...3...2... "Ding!"

The docile chime snapped at her like a whip and she opened her eyes with a gasp. The doors slid open.

"Hello, Mia," Miguel said, standing in the elevator car before her.

Time seemed to suspend itself for a moment. Mia heard her own heart beat and breaths. "Oh God," she whispered. She felt like she was falling backwards in slow motion.

A large, dark-skinned hand snatched her wrist and pulled her into the elevator. Suddenly time not only had sped up, it went into overdrive. Miguel spun her around, pressing her back against the rear wall of the elevator. His large, smothering lips were upon her even before the doors finished sliding shut.

Mia didn't have a moment to think. Her body went into automatic trying to find a steady position, her high heels sliding on the floor. She needn't worry about that, though, Miguel had a firm hold of her hips as he pressed himself upon her. He wouldn't let her fall. 

Her hands moved from his chest to his shoulders, then reached up around the back of his neck, holding him close as voracious, hungry kisses enveloped her mouth. With one leg stretched out, the other drew itself up against the side of his leg. Miguel assisted her, pulling her thigh up high, pressing his hand against it upward, squeezing her smooth flesh, and wrapping back around her firm bottom.

For a few sizzling seconds, Mia lost herself to the heat of the moment. Everything about this man was strong: his lips, his arms, his hands, his chest...his desire. She was overwhelmed and she was barely keeping up. She fired her tongue past his broad lips into his mouth and lashed it around with his, sharing the sweet taste of saliva and alcohol.

It was only when Miguel moved away from her mouth downward to suckle on her neck, did Mia realize that they weren't moving. "Uhh...Mi-Miguel," she gasped and swallowed, "The...uhh...button...you have to press the button for the floor."

Truthfully, the man was already pushing all the right buttons. 

Miguel licked her throat once more then slowly stepped back. He gazed at her with a very telling, seductive smile on his lips as she leaned heavily against the elevator wall, her face flushed, her red lips parted, her bosom rising high with every quick breath. Barely glancing behind him, he reached back and pushed the button for floor 32. 

Mia felt the floor rise against her feet. She watched him carefully as he moved towards her in a suddenly more deliberate pace. Mia could almost describe it as a graceful swagger. His hands pressed against the mirrored wall on both sides just above her head as he continued to slowly close in on her. She rolled her eyes up to look at him. He stood there in her space, gazing down at her, seemingly inhaling her fragrance. Her heart skipped. She suddenly realized just how big and daunting this guy really was, his raw power surging upon her like a tidal wave. 

Yet, he managed to control his energy, angling his handsome face and inviting lips towards her in such an easy pace, it was almost cruel. By the time they came together in another slow-burn kiss and embrace, the elevator bell chimed as they arrived to floor 32.

As the doors slid open, Miguel took her hand in his and led her out. Mia's steps were hesitant, her expression dreamy but his confident look assured her of one thing: she wasn't going back down to the lobby anytime soon.

She followed him down the quiet hallway of the hotel, eyes always upon him. The momentary respite gave her time to face the angels and devils perched on her shoulders. Was she really about to do this? She had never done anything like this before, never thought she would be the type to have a one night stand with a complete stranger. 

Well, she did talk with him for 8 minutes, at least. That would just have to do.

They arrived at Suite 3208. Miguel turned to face her. With one fluid motion, he slid one arm around her waist and pulled her in close, welding his mouth against hers yet again. His other hand pressed the key card to the room into her palm. Together they inserted it into the lock and shoved open the door. They stepped into the room locked in their smoldering kiss. 

The door closed, leaving Mia's angels and devils outside in the hallway. Only one thought remained.

"Miguel," she groaned.

They rolled unsteadily along the walls of the suite's darkened foyer. Miguel's hot, rough hands were all over her, holding her face as he kissed her, pushing at her breasts, and sliding around the curves of her hips and waist. 

Mia sucked in air through her nose as she wrestled her tongue with his. She felt his finger tugging at her dress, cinching up the short, tight skirt above her hips, exposing the full length of her thighs and the smooth rounds of her toned bottom which he appreciatively sank his fingers into. 

By now her glasses had slid down to the tip of her nose and were more a nuisance than a distraction. Miguel read her mind and took them off tossing them onto a side table. At the same time, he flicked on a light switch for a small solitary lamp in the living room area of the suite, illuminating the space with a soft glow. The bedroom was separated. Both knew that they weren't going to make it to the bed.

His steady hands resumed working at Mia's tingling body, sliding off her shoulder straps and unzipping her at the back. He pulled at her top and rolled her entire dress down over her hips, past her legs and all the way to the floor. He helped her step out of it while at the same time caressing her belly with his lips and tongue. 

Mia, with her eyes closed, sucked in her lips and braced her body against the wall as she felt him kiss, lick, and nip lower her body all over. When she felt him gnawing against the crotch of her panties, she gasped and shuddered, curling her chin towards her shoulder. 

Miguel rose up and stood tall before her as he took off his jacket. He burned his eyes into her while he unbuttoned his shirt.

Mia's head was turned away slightly, her mouth open as she tried to steady her breaths in vain. Now dressed only in her lingerie and high heels, she watched him peel off his shirt, his muscular chest and arms practically bursting forth. He was a stallion, a hard body of carved shadow and shimmering ebony, unbridled passion and desire practically emanating from his core. 

And it was all about to be unleashed upon her. 

No sooner had that intimidating thought swept into her spinning mind did Miguel turn her around to face the wall. He leaned her forward, raising her hands over her head and holding them against the wall with the firm grip of his own hand. She soon felt his free hand explore the curves of flesh at her bottom, gliding his palm around with a silky smooth circular motion. 

Mia gasped and grimaced when she felt him yank at her panties, snapping one side, then again as he tore them away unceremoniously.

Miguel stuffed the prize satin in his pants pocket before resuming his navigation of Mia's ass. He massaged it roughly before slapping it with a firm snap of his palm.

"Ah!" Mia yelped, tossing her head back. 

Three more times he spanked her bottom, tanning her peach-skinned flesh a glowing pink.

Both of them were breathing hard now. Miguel's hot, deep breaths filled the air around Mia's head. 

The spicy tingles she felt on her skin were quelled by a new, delicious sensation as he ran his middle finger down the tight trench of her butt crack. Up and down he rubbed her, his stiff digit going deeper and deeper with each plunge until it slipped upwards between her legs to her crotch. 

"Uhh," Mia moaned, as he reached underneath and caressed her her outer lips. 

Miguel pulled back her long raven hair and kissed her cheek then sucked on her ear. He rubbed her with more fervor, delighting her trembling folds with his rigid finger. 

Mia stood unsteadily on her tip toes as he swirled his finger around, tickling, teasing. Her head dropped back. Her glossy red lips were spread wide. Aching sighs escaped her throat repeatedly. 

Just when she couldn't bear it any longer, Miguel withdrew his hand and turned her around again to face him.

Mia was burning up, her heart pumping blood in waves throughout her over-stimulated body. She pressed her back against the wall, feeling unsteady. She barely moved when Miguel reached for the clasp between her bra cups and flicked it apart. Her bra dropped to the floor leaving her in her high heels alone. 

She only had a moment to enjoy the appreciative look on the face of the man who had just undressed her. Within amount, he was demonstrating his appreciation of her body, up close and personal.

Miguel curled his long pink tongue around her perky nipple, slathering it with his saliva before inhaling it between his big lips. His hand clenched her free breast, massaging it and stroking it with his fingers. 

Mia felt a rush through her body like never before. The uneasiness she felt since this all began in the elevator never really subsided. Actually, it may have accentuated the illicitness of the moment. Somewhere, in the recesses of her mind, she still felt this was wrong. She just didn't care. And that felt so good.

"Hu-uhh!" Mia loosed a high pitched groan as the sensation of Miguel's tongue on her slit announced itself to her. She quivered and gasped, "Oh! Oh God!"

Miguel circled the tip of his tongue against her outer folds then flicked rapidly against them, eliciting a tremble from Mia's belly. He pressed his full lips against her, enveloping her. His fingers gently worked to expose her clit and he quickly indulged in nips and lick and sucks upon her sensitive hood of flesh. 

Mia was practically pushing herself through the wall at her back, her hands pressed against the broad shoulders of Miguel. Brows angled upward, she glared down at the head of the man who was savouring her down below. 




Speed



Miguel intensified his attack, lifting her leg over his shoulder, and thrusting his finger and tongue into her.

Her desperate gasps now gave way to rough cries and groans that left Mia's throat raw. She was trembling and shaking all over now, uncertain of how she even remained standing. Frowning, she bit down on her lower lip, holding in her cries for as long as she could. Finally she simply gave way, held her breath for three long seconds, then moaned, "Ohhhh!"

Miguel tasted her as she splashed her wetness onto his tongue, lips, and fingers. He held her strong as she hitched and trembled her full release upon him. 

"Oh...oh God," Mia breathed, her head dropping and her mouth hanging open. It was as if the plug at the bottom of a well had been removed, water swirling around and around relentlessly, unimpeded.

And she knew that this particular well was far from dry.

She watched through watery glazed eyes as Miguel rose up to stand before her once more. He stood there, not two inches away yet their bodies not touching. There was an almost foreboding look on his face. Mia knew what that meant.

"I...I don't suppose I could get a glass of water first?" she asked with a small, nervous laugh.

"That, I'm afraid," Miguel said leaning down towards her, "Will have to wait."

As they kissed, Miguel reached down and around, picking her up. Mia wrapped her legs around him as he carried her to the sofa. He easily held her aloft for a minute as they folded their lips and tongues together before setting her down.

Mia didn't have a moment to settle back into the soft cushions of the large sofa, however. She sat upright at the edge of the cushion, looking up at Miguel. As she had been doing all along, she was trying to quickly recover herself, prepare herself. 

Miguel didn't keep her waiting long, unbuckling his heavy belt and unzipping his pants. His clothing easily fell to the floor and within a moment, he stepped out of them, kicking them aside. 

Mia's gaze drifted downward from his cool visage, past his chest and hard belly. Her eyes settled at his crotch, looking past the black underwear to the shifting bulge beneath. Her hand was drawn to it and soon it was cupping it, feeling the thick, long length swelling at her touch. Through the thin material of his underwear, she rubbed and fondled it, feeling it noticeably stiffen. 

Miguel took off his briefs. A dark brown, turgid length of flesh hung low and heavy before Mia. 

Mia's nostrils flared as she breathed deeply through them. A determined look settled into her eyes. Quickly she gathered him up. Soft white hands stroked his rippling black cock. Soon her red lips and slippery pink tongue joined them, swirling around Miguel's length before driving her mouth over him. 

Mia stretched her jaw wide as Miguel filled her mouth. Her head shifted backwards as his head quickly nudged against her throat. Within a few moments, the two of them found a rhythm, Mia's lips and teeth gliding back and forth over Miguel's length, covering it in a sheen of her saliva.

Mia gasped and gulped, her lips glistening, her cheeks flushed. She reveled in the feel and taste of him in her mouth.

Miguel stood with one hand on his waist, the other running his fingers through Mia's soft lengths of hair, every so often reaching down and fondling her shapely sloping breasts. The warmth within in her mouth was the most pleasurable moment he had experienced during his entire trip, he was certain.

She didn't look up, but Mia could hear him breathing, a sigh of approval coming up from his gut. It drove her own, her head bobbing back and forth, her hand rubbing up and down his length faster and faster. She pulled him out and lashed him from his tip to his sack with her tongue before plunging down upon his once more. 

The moment seemed endless, and boundless. Both of them were still surging towards an unknown peak of unhindered lust.

With a husky grunt, Miguel pulled out from her mouth, his swollen length shining and ripping with her saliva. He was taken over by pure instinct now, truly a predator, pushing Mia down onto her back on the sofa, raising her leg onto the back rest, spreading her apart, before sliding onto it himself. 

Mia, still gasping and swallowing in a vain attempt to settle herself watched the dark figure of Miguel loom over her, prowl over her. It was so ominous that, despite what she had been experiencing, an uneasy sense of doubt crept through her. She tried to conjure words in her head, something witty to take the edge off the moment. She was always good at that. Yet that was futile. One look in Miguel's searing eyes and she realized she had to brace herself no matter what she said.

Miguel handled his hardened length with confidence, rubbing the head against her belly and inner thighs. Then he dragged the length of it up and down along the line of her slit.

Mia's eyes were locked onto his now, her hand gripping his forearm. Her body ached with anticipation. Enough talk. Enough teasing. Enough temptation. 

Her mind raged, "Just fuck me, dammit."

With that mental cue, Miguel steadied his shaft then drove into her with one steady thrust.

"A-ah...ohh!" Mia squeezed her eyes shut as he entered her.

Their crotches met as he filled her completely. For several impossible seconds he stayed inside of her, pulsing and throbbing, enjoying her warmth, her wetness, and her softness. Slowly he withdrew, almost his full length, before surging into her once again drawing another sharp cry of pleasure from Mia's lips. His speed and tempo steadily increased and soon he was pumping stiff, relentless thrusts into her.

Mia gasped and moaned, her whole body shaking upon the sofa as he poured on his heated strokes. Miguel was a large man in every sense of the word, she was experiencing first hand. Every fibre in each hardened muscle in his body was working now to well-tuned perfection filling her with thrust after thrust of hot lust. She dug her high heels into his kidneys, scratched her nails into his arms and the back of his neck barely just holding on. As the muscles in her crotch clenched, she felt every swollen inch of his cock as it passed in and out of her. 

"Come on, Mia," Miguel urged with a deep, raspy breath, "Up."

He withdrew for a moment and pulled Mia up from the sofa. Moving her at will, he repositioned her, bending her forward over against the back of the sofa. 

Mia's breaths quickened then strained as she gasped, "Ahn!"

Miguel slammed into her from behind, his crotch crashing against the rounds of her butt as he thrust into her once again. He dug his fingers into her slender hips and fired his own forward with impunity over and over. 

"Ah! Ah!" Mia's head snapped back with each rough stroke of his cock until she felt Miguel's fingers twist themselves into the strands of her soft hair and back, raising her eyes to the ceiling. 

The ripe flesh on Mia's bottom was glowing pink after not so long as it slapped against Miguel's crotch. He looked down, admiring the sight of his cock sliding into the attractive woman's tenderness.

As she looked up at the ceiling, Mia stared on one small dot above her and listened to her own breathing and pounding heartbeat. It allowed her to focus her mind for one brief moment on a single thought: Had she really only met this man that night, less than an hour ago?

That thought, along with the others, were ripped from her head as she found herself moved from position to position upon the sofa at Miguel's whim as their torrid session continued. 

Once more he was upon her, above her, her ankles on his shoulders, toes, still in high heels, swirling through the air. Miguel was working her hard, banging his swollen length into her as fast as he could. Both their bodies were aching and glistening with sweat and oil now. Fingers clench and dug into cushions and into flesh as they strained to hold on.

"Ah! Oh God! Miguel!" Mia moaned aloud. He responded with unintelligible grunts and groans and a rough grind of his hips.

Mia's belly muscles tightened painfully as she sucked her lips into her mouth. She closed her eyes tightly, his raging thrusts making it impossible to look straight anyway. She scratched at his arms before digging her nails into his dark skin. Finally, she loosed her breath and cried, "Ahh-uhhn!" 

Once more she flowed freely upon Miguel, drenching his length even as he continued to thrust into her. 

Hearing the lovely woman cry out was most satisfying but it flicked a switch in Miguel as well. The blood rushed to fill his swollen cock and every other muscle felt like they were about to tear apart.

With one last, stiff thrust, he threw his head back and groaned, "Huh-hn!"

One harsh stream of jism jetted from his cock into Mia. Miguel breathed deeply and held his breath as he withdrew and handled his length. He stroked it once with his palm and another stream of viscous, white cum splashed onto her trembling flat stomach all the way up to her milky white breasts.

Mia felt his sticky jism pool at her belly as her chest hitched for air. Her face was red like an apple and her entire body tingled like never before. Looking off to the side, she felt Miguel shift off the sofa. A hand was at her head, raising it, turning it and suddenly her gaping mouth was filled with the mushroom tip of Miguel's moist cock. The pungent smell of their mingling fluids filled her nose just as their taste filled her mouth. Her tongue circled the entire area of the head of his cock, wiping it clean before swallowing with one swift gulp.

Miguel slid behind her on the sofa and pulled her in close, wrapping one of his strong, dark arms around her. Mia turned her head back and they kissed. 

As they settled down, their bodies craving rest, Mia for a moment about asking him more questions about himself. Instead, she smiled to herself and figured if "Miguel from the Dominican" was good enough for her before they entered his hotel suite, then it was good enough for now.

After a few minutes, she did manage to coax her voice to ask, "How about that glass of water?"

"Certainly," Miguel replied, "We could use a bit of refreshment before the second half of tonight's event."

* * * * * *

In the early dawn, Mia and Miguel walked hand in hand out of the hotel, down the steps to two awaiting taxis. They kissed once then Miguel led Mia into the first taxi, paying in advance for her trip home. 

The driver of the second taxi put Miguel's luggage into the trunk before asking him which airport terminal he needed to be dropped off at.

As the taxis pulled away, neither Mia or Miguel looked back, but both had lingering hints of a smile on their lips.

"Oh, shit!" Mia said, snapping out of her funk. Half-way home, she finally remembered something. She pulled out her cell phone from her purse.

"Sylvie?" she asked, "Did you get home okay. Did I wake you?"

"Yeah, but that's okay," Sylvie replied, dreamily, "Where are you?"

Mia hesitated, grinning crookedly. "Um. I'm at home," she said.

There was no response. Perhaps a yawn.

"I just wanted to say that I am so sorry that I just walked out like that last night," Mia said trying to think on the fly, "I...I don't know...I wasn't feeling too well..."

"That's okay," Sylvie answered again, calmly.

Mia frowned. Her friend was taking her disappearance rather well. Actually, now that she thought about it, there were no missed calls or messages from Sylvie on her phone, either. Maybe it was better to just let it go for now.

Feeling more assured, Mia asked, "So any matches last night?"

"Yeah, a couple," Sylvie replied, "I'm not betting on any of them, to be honest."

"Yeah," Mia said, "I know what you mean."

"Mia?"

"Uh-huh?"

"I don't think I have to treat you to dinner next week," Sylvie said with a melodic voice. 

Mia could hear her smiling on the other end. "Wh...what?" she asked, frowning.

"Try to get some sleep, Mia," Sylvie giggled, "8 minutes is probably all you need."

"Sylvie...did you...?"

*Click*



Speed



The lights flashed by as the speed on the odometer went up. Faster and further away from the city the car drove as it zoomed down the highway. For her, it felt like the air was crackling inside the car as he sat beside her. She wanted, she needed, to do this or else everything in her existence would feel like it was meaningless. She could take risks; she had to prove it to herself more than what she needed to prove to him.

The city lights dimmed into the background as they made it to the country roads. She heard and saw him shift around towards her out of the corner of her eye and her heart sped. It didn't matter if he hated her or that she wanted more. All that mattered was the pooling heat in between her legs as she thought about what she was going to do.

She moaned as he moved his hand around on her thigh. Her legs parted, even though her mind willed her to keep them shut. It told her that this could only end in disaster but her heart told her that this was right and what she wanted to do, to prove to him that she still loved him.

He started to speak as his fingers undid the buttons on her jeans and pulled the zipper down. As his fingers slid over her wetness, she moaned louder and panted, trying hard not to arch into him. Her eyes went from the road to the odometer and back, making sure that she wasn't speeding least she get caught by some cop and having to explain why she was partly undressed.

The thrill though caused even more excitement to seep through her as he moved up from her sex to start playing with her breasts. They felt heavy against his hand, the nipples pert and erect, begging for attention. She wanted the attention of his mouth on her breasts and his fingers in her sex pumping at the same moment, bringing her to the edge.

They rounded the curves in the road as he took on her hands off the steering wheel and placed it on his erection. She was breathing heavily, panting and moaning every now again while he remind cool and collected. It unnerved her how much he could unwind her but he remained calm in the given situation.

She moved her hand over his throbbing member, squeezing lightly. His hand moved back down to her sex and started to rub at her clit. She moaned loudly and almost had to stop as she felt closer to her orgasm. He slowed down though and teased her lightly as she focused on driving. His fingers moved back up, this time to her mouth where she leaned down and cleaned her own moisture off them. Then he unzipped his pants and let his erection out, placing her hand on top and letting her stroke the flesh.

They continued to torment and tease each other as she drove the winding road. He would slip down occasionally and insert his fingers into her sex and pump them in and out slowly, bringing her closer to the edge and then stopping to go and play with her breasts. She stroked his hard cock up and down, playing with the head and balls, watching him but knowing he wasn't as sensitive as her.

Soon they reached the destination and she felt a pang of disappointment in her. There were lights all around unlike previous nights that they had come out here. She was horny and wanted to fuck like a rabbit but didn't want to be caught at the same time. He chuckled at her resistance and tried to coax her into having sex there as they had originally plan. However, she couldn't and started to drive away. They would find somewhere else, she stated.

As they turned around and headed back towards the way they came, he looked frustrated and she just had to give a smile at her small victory. He could wait, she determined, just like she had to. However, he sought out to make her want more as he inserted two fingers into her canal and pumped while his thumb circled her clit. She arched and moaned, trying to keep as much attention on the road as possible, even though the sensation of her orgasm was so close in reach.

He stopped right before the brink, and she happened to look behind her and see the cop car following. Nerves appeared and she told him to stop, jerking her hand away from his throbbing flesh that she had been stroking on. He chuckled at her again, whispering that she was afraid of being caught. She angrily remarked back and suddenly wished that they had stopped at the lot with all the lights on.

She needed release, even with the car following behind them, and his wondering hands wasn't making it any better. She felt like at any moment the cop would turn on their lights and she would be ashamed of anyone seeing her like this. At the same time, though, it made her even more aware of what she was doing, heightening her senses and making her feel like there was no other risky activity then this. As they neared town, the cop disappeared from view and she let out a sigh of relief. He directed her somewhere where no one would know what they would be doing and she started to get nervous.

She muttered out excuses of why they shouldn't do this as she parked her car. Where had the desire and arousal gone just moments before? She shook her head as he tried to coax her until finally she just caved in. She wanted this just as badly as he did, she determined. Why not try something at least once. They moved around awkwardly as they settled in. He waited patiently for her until finally she was straddling his hips.

She moaned loudly as he entered her, feeling her stretch as she became used to him again. It had been so long since she last had sex that she knew she was going to cum soon. However, she let the fear take over again and kept looking around to make sure no one was watching them. There was more excitement in the air than what she thought though and they started moving in a messing rhythm, mostly thanks to her not remembering. Soon, all she could hear was her panting breaths and her calling out for more as he took control over her body. This is what she wanted, what she craved, but yet she wanted more.

She arched into him as he bit and suckled on her breasts. She could feel herself climb higher and higher towards her orgasm. She moved her hand down to touch herself but he grabbed it and pinned it to her side. She mewed, protesting, as she grinded into him, wanting the release that he had been taking from her.

He told her to strip off her shirt and bra and moved her up so he could move around. She complied, panting as he had stopped once more before she could cum. She watched as he moved things around in the car and then looked at him confused as he told her to get on her hands and knees on the seat. Moving into the position he had stated, she looked back at him as he gazed at her body. She felt self-conscious with her fat belly hanging down and went to move but he put a hand on her back, stopping her.

Her face was flaming red and she started to feel the wetness seep down her thighs. Her arousal was still there and for once she put her discomfort to the side and raised her ass in the air more and mewed. He seemed to like her answer as he caressed her sex, moving his fingers inside her slowly as she moaned before he moved his body behind hers. In one thrust, his cock was inside her pussy and she gasped, arching a bit as she loved the sensation he was causing.

She started to move against him, just letting her body move naturally until he started to thrust into her. She felt more of him than what she had with her straddling and moaned as he caused the friction to build up into more heat. She kept pace with him as best as she could but her mind was soon over came with just the sensations.

She moaned and arched as he went faster, feeling like she was on the brink of a never coming orgasm. She panted out more and faster and harder as he complied with her, thrusting until all that was heard was skin against skin. He reached down and teased her clit slowly, adding more coal to the fire that was her orgasm. She felt like there was no more that she could take until finally her body shook with the intensity of her orgasm as he took her doggy style. She screamed out, calling his name, as she convulsed around his cock. She felt him cum soon after and mewed in her pleasure as they breathed hard.

The windows on the car were fogged up, almost like her mind. Her walls kept convulsing around him, milking him as he moved back around and pulled her into his lap. She snuggled up against him, eyes dropping as she let her body feel the relaxation that was long forgotten.