2 comments/ 8597 views/ 0 favorites Mojo Moods Ch. 02 By: Wildestrose Just so that everyone knows this is continued from Chapter 1 titled Abracadabra. So, if you've read Abracadabra already, this is the next chapter. Thank you for reading! :) Chapter 2 White Magic Mid-May morning sweetness steaming off the blooming jasmines lining the post office building, Desi pulls her shades down over her eyes, curtly nods a polite "Hello. How are you today?" to the elderly gentleman who was holding the door for her at the entrance. Looking up to the reverberating beat of her flip flops patting and tapping onto the tiled floor, "Yes ma'am! What can I do for ya today?" the post office clerk chimes as if he were bored with the question. "I need to pick up a certified letter please." "Okay, ya got your notification ma'am?" "Sure!" Desi reaches inside the little pocket in her bag and retrieves it. She habitually pushes her sunshades to the crown of her head, "Here ya go!" Desi harmoniously beamed back at him. The clerk gives a quick glance and says, "Okay ma'am, this is a package pick-up. Someone sent you an overnight package." "Really?" she hears his fingertip thump the counter onto the slip of paper. Desi silently chastises herself for not looking the notification over and realizing that herself. Just like pixy dust, anticipation suddenly dusts her fantasies that Lucas had not only surprised her with something special but he had had it sent over night first class delivery too! The word jewelry popped into her mind when she saw how small the card board box was, Desi fights the urge to run to her car after signing the slip of paper and thanking the clerk. It was just a few fast moments before Desi was smiling uncontrollably, cocooned within the private confines of her car and forcing herself to behave and not open the package as if she were a little girl again at Christmas time. As soon as she pulls the sealed flap open, she recognizes the familiar peppermint citrus aroma wafting out. Perplexed as she thought there was no way a bottle of perfume was going to fit in that small package. "What the hell?" Desi gasps her thoughts out loud when she pulls a vaguely familiar pair of worn pink lace trim thongs that had been sprayed with her favorite summertime perfume from the small package. "What the fucking hell?" The words seemed to halt on the back of her tonsils as she swallows hard with eyes wide while she stares down at her hand and realizes exactly what pair of panties she's holding. Desi's intellectual mind began sparkling with a blended mix of energies called guilt, lust, and weird while her intuitive mind fast forwarded back to one person, Andre. A trio of no fucking way, wow, and whew were the next simultaneous thoughts floating into her psyche as she made a swift decision based on fear to stuff the pair of thongs back into the box where they came from then Desi stuffed the box as far down into her handbag as she could and put the pedal to the medal all the way home. Oh fuck did Lucas say he was coming home tonight or tomorrow? Feelings of being ill at ease grew thick in her belly as she drove home while hoping and praying Lucas wouldn't arrive home till tomorrow. Knowing full well that an empty driveway meant she was home alone, some of Desi's old jitters vanished into thin air when she pulled into the vacant drive in front of her house. In an instant as if her feet took flight, Desi is standing in front of her dresser in search of her cell phone. Speed dialing, she glances at her reflection in the mirror biting her thumb and whispers, "Pick up Lucas. Pick up." "Fuck." She mouths without saying it, hangs up and her cell phone immediately rings back the second she does. Way, she thinks. Meticulously, she waits for the caller to appear on the screen before answering. Wow, she whispers a yes! Lucas was returning her call. Whew, and she's blowing out a small breath of relief. "Hey baby." "Hey babe. What's up?" Lucas spoke to her in his usual I'm too busy to talk so make this quick pitch. "Hi love, I know you're busy but I just wanted to know when you were headed home before I make any more plans." Desi held her unholy thoughts to the back of her mind, silently hoping that Lucas wasn't reading them. To her relief, Lucas was so busy that all he had time to tell her was that he wouldn't head home till the following night. After a quick I love you and bye, she hung up and reached down to retrieve her bag. Sitting down on her bed facing the bay window, Desi opens her bag and fumbles to the bottom until she finds the small box. Despite the fact that the certified notification she had received announcing the arrival of the package was checked sender unknown, Desi slowed her nervous hands down long enough to look the package over one last time for a return address. There was none. "How the fuck can this be?" Desi spoke her thoughts out loud. With hands still shaky she opened the flap again and pulled out the heavily perfumed thongs. Is that cigarette smoke? Desi wrinkled her nose and sniffed the panties. Damn Andre! He didn't even wash them! Meshed feelings of bizarre and guilt suddenly stepped center stage in her conscience. That's when she saw the writing on the inside front of the thongs. Desi pulled them inside out and held them up in front of her and read the message which was very carefully hand printed with a fine ball point pen. Watch Alone & Enjoy Immensely Huh? Picking the box back up and reaching her hand inside Desi felt her fingertips glide across a thin flat paper covered disk. Carefully sliding it out of the box, she immediately realized that it was a dvd-r tucked inside a paper slip. She turned it over and saw a picture of a pair of eyes staring back at her like someone had taken the picture themselves and printed it onto the paper slip. Desi stared into the eyes trying to remember if they were Andre's eyes but these eyes looked lighter than his. Just to be safe, Desi looked inside the box one last time to make sure there was nothing else there. It was empty. Still shaken up with her pulse buzzing and butterflies fluttering madly inside of her Desi took in a deep breath and just sat there almost dreaming while awake at the absurdness of hearing from Andre after all of these months have passed. Not just hearing from him but the way she was hearing from him seemed so crazy! Thinking back on all those months within a few flashes, Desi had done everything possible to forget him. Oh it was tempting to go in search of him as she still felt her face heat crimson remembering that night with him. No matter what was going on in her life his faint memory still lingered deep within the darkest depths of her day to day thinking. Still and all, Desi could not prevent the dam from breaking and rushing in the tide of flattery that was sweeping over her and making her feel drunk and silly like a school girl. Laughing out loud, the dvd-r slipped from her fingers onto the carpet. Running her fingers through her hair while she squealed, "Ew! Andre! You're making me crazy!" Desi bent down and picked the dvd-r from the floor. Just a few fleeting moments ahead and Desi is sitting at her dining table with her laptop and clicking play on the touch screen. Out of nowhere words colored red begin popping up on the screen. There is no other place finer I can think to be right now than here so won't you please join me for dinner next Friday at the Underground Utopia. Meet me there at 7:00 pm sharp. Please enjoy the video. ; ) Desi keeps her eyes focused on the screen when suddenly her ears are filled with the unmistakable sounds of lusty animalistic moaning and heavy panting blended with the faint noise of skin slapping sex. It didn't take Desi long to realize that she was watching a porn video of a man fucking a woman from the back. Trying not to blink her eyes for fear she might miss something, Desi could make out the top of Andre's head and the top of the woman he was fucking. Oh my god! Desi's mouth dropped and she felt her heart skip a few beats. The woman in the video was her. Andre had videoed the two of them fucking in the bathroom that night! "What the fuck!" Desi exhaled and trained her eyes on the video. Disbelief hit her like a lightning bolt as soon as she realized the woman getting fucked was herself. He must have had that camera planted on the ceiling or something Desi thought. Due to the angle of the video, it was like watching herself have sex from above. Desi felt her face flush hot with arousal making her feel intoxicated with desire to feel like this man had made her feel that night. Oddly, the idea that Andre had videoed their fuck session had turned her on too, though she wondered why he would have mailed the video to her like this and take a chance when he was married himself. Shit, Lucas! Friday, Friday, oh what is planned for Friday? As rapid as the thought invaded, it was immediately shot down when Desi remembered Lucas would be in Missouri working. Back to those eyes, Desi picked up the paper slip and stared into the black and white photo of the vaguely familiar eyes which she was not quite sure belonged to Lucas. As weird as it all seemed, Desi couldn't stop the embers from flying free inside her as she felt that old smoldered fire getting stirred up again. Desi was high from inhaling all the excitement and she thought she looked devilish with her chronic tongue peeking out tickling her dry lips when she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the computer screen right before she clicked play to watch the video again. "Ooh! I can't believe this is happening to me!" In search of some cool water to simmer her thirst, Desi heard the distinct solo coming from the chimes which sprinkled every room in her home but the bath. Moving as if she were in a trance, Desi stood facing the window above her kitchen sink with her back to the beveled glass french doors which led out to her back porch. Watching the water flow into her cup, she wore a vexing smile remembering the way Andre had made her feel. Right when her dry lips rimmed the edge of the glass and she felt the cool water splash against her tongue, a sudden burst of wind broke her trance and blasted her, startled as she gulped the water down and did her best not to choke. Turning to look bewilderedly at the french doors. Desi placed her hand on her chest and started to laugh at her silliness once she realized that the wind had pushed the doors open. The wind was picking up so much that it was piercing all the way through her crotchet tunic and white camisole and causing her already erect nipples to spark as it teased her senses. The Gods must have thought I needed cooling off she laughed when she looked up to the sky and seen the dark clouds rolling in. Desi shut and locked the doors then headed straight to her bedroom, taking off her clothes one piece at a time and letting it fall carelessly to the floor which is something she did often whenever no one else was home. First, she removes the crochet tunic and carelessly drapes it over a dining chair as she passes through the dining area. Second, off with her camisole which she tosses onto the back of the sofa as she passes through the living room. Third, she has no bra on today so she unsnaps her denim skirt and lets it fall to the floor where she steps out of it and abandons it right in the entrance to the hallway leading to her bedroom. Last, she is standing in the center of her fleur dis lis velour rug right in front of her four poster canopied bed and she slips off her green lace hipster panties and lets them fall to the rug where she steps out and abandons them there. Thirsty for his hands on her again, she closes her eyes and runs her hands through her hair and then down to her breasts where she imagines Andre's hands are there, not hers. Hmm Andre wants Desi to cum for him again, and she delights herself in this fantasy while she is cupping each of her tits with each hand and squeezing her nipples simultaneously while walking to the bed, still feeling the wind kissing her aroused flesh as she lays down to give in to her self- indulgence. The wind picks up speed and the chimes ring louder throughout her house as Desi uses one hand to pinch her nipples and with the other she sinks her fingers into her juicy centeredness. Hmm her pussy is so slick and smooth and God how she wished it were his hand and not hers down there. Light pitter patters of rain began to reverberate upon her rooftop as she imagined his hands were pawing her the way she had felt them man handle her that night. Memories of his tingling hot breath tickling her eardrums when he whispered what he wanted from her consumed her, and the rain beat harder. Desi smoothed her finger over the hood of her very swollen clit and began to flick it back and forth in tune with the beating of the rain. As the rain beat faster upon her rooftop, Desi's finger danced faster upon her love spot. Keeping her eyes closed, Desi could still hear his sexy voice saying "Cum for me sha!" Letting a moan escape her lips, Desi dropped her other hand which she had been using to grope herself with down to her soaking pussy and she thrust two fingers inside her little hot box and curled them upwards to beat havoc up on her g spot. As the thunder rumbled louder, Desi clenched her pussy tighter around her fingers and began to whimper as she felt herself on the edge of rapture bound by the spell of her imagination. Pretending her hands were his, Desi was lost in Andre's spell once again when she felt her toes curl and her ass levitate and hover inches above the bed. Lightning came crashing down as Desi softly groaned and rode out her storm of euphoric orgasm which rained down hard. Still lost in her spellbound trance as the effects of her climax slowly wear off, Desi slid her cum soaked fingers from her pussy and placed them in her mouth to taste her flavor while she imagined it was Andre's cock soaked with her own love juice. Desi relished the delights of her own sweet sexiness with its sultry scent while every muscle in her body was still twitching from the after effects of her self-induced orgasm. Realizing that the power had been knocked out from the storm, Desi didn't care. Giggling, she embraced herself and rolled over, too lost with thoughts of what was to come to worry about anything else. Next Friday night couldn't come soon enough. ... To be continued in Chapter 3, Black Magic... Mojo Moods Ch. 03 Black Magic Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours, and hours turned to days, and then there was Friday. "T.G.I.F. Central Louisiana!" Desi turns the car radio up a notch welcoming the familiar voice of her favorite DJ. "Welcome too Friday Flashback! Here in just a little while we got some Nena coming up for ya! So, sit back and enjoy those red balloons for a while!" Desi just loved how music always seemed to appear like magic at the most seasonal moments. Smiling, she feels herself begin to calm down as the words to an old magical song begin to wrap around her brain like ribbon. "Okay, time for a whoosa, Desi." She thinks out loud before inhaling and exhaling happy thoughts and focusing a few moments to unwind before driving off into the unknown. Freshly showered, shaved, and plucked, Desi feels pretty damn sexy wearing her favorite port wine flutter dress which she knew enhanced the gold in her eyes paired up with her favorite brown over the knee boots. Mm, Desi could even smell her own scent of citrus green tea wafting with the cool air whipping from the vents in her car. In a blurred static flash Desi wondered where the time had gone while she strained to reminisce about the days leading her to now. Holistically, Desi had closed the curtains on everything going on around her and trained her mind on her tasks at hand. Naturally, she turned on her loving wife charm while forcing herself to be Lucas's faithful wife. Mechanically, she drove herself along on the rare occasion when Lucas desired more than just her nurturing attention. Desi tries not to laugh at herself when she recalls the springy rhythm of Lucas panting in ecstasy while she stared off into distant dreams hoping to escape the fancies of her guilt. Fortunately, for both of them, Jack Daniels had been Lucas's closest confidante that night, so he never suspected her heavy breathing and dirty talk were just a guise. Oh like red balloons, the flashing memories fleeted and then here she was parallel parking across the road from the Underground Utopia located right beneath one of the small city's finest and oldest historical hotels. What was it? Oh yeah, The Hotel Roux. "Historically, named after a famous man who artists still proudly write about today," Desi imagined behind her smile. "Well, Desi Mae Mason, old habits are hard to break." Desi held onto that last thought as she heard the ding ding coming from some gadget behind the dash board reminding her that her lights were still on. Reacting, she turns them off. Paying no attention to the Harley Davidson parked in front, Desi walks in with her blazing mane up, cinnamon eyes wary and majestic aura sparkling while, silently, she asks the Heavens one last time to guide her smartly and to please chase the butterflies away. Feeling magnified with confidence, Desi clears her throat, opens the door to the entrance and was standing by the hostess podium within seconds. "How are you? Name please?" Desi suddenly remembers that she was supposed to have reservations before coming here to dine as she let three seconds slip by before answering while she absorbed that thought and still kept her composure as she smiled back at the pretty young hostess with the flaxen cropped hair greeting her. "Um, umm, name? Oh, yes, it's um, Desi. Desi Mason." Randomly, Desi was plagued with wondering if Andre had remembered her name and reserved her seat. What if this is really just all bullshit? Desi pondered on that for a spell as well, before tossing it out the entrance she had just walked through with the rest of the imagined nonsense. After all, Andre wasn't leaving it nonsense when he was mailing videos of their fuck session when he was married just as well. Desi rapidly and satisfyingly imagined herself leaving him high and dry tonight for behaving so bad. Besides, what could he fucking do? She wasn't married to him, and he wasn't married to her either. "Um, do you mind pointing me to the ladies room before I seat please?" Desi modestly asked the hostess before she could finish crossing out her name on the reservation list. Desi really did need just a few moments to glance over. Oh, take your time, ma'am. The ladies room is right behind you, to the left." Desi smiled and waved before sprightly entering the old Hollywood style bathroom stalls. As soon as the door swings shut behind her, puffs of coconut mingling with honey engulf Desi's senses and the intensity of the nervous tingling in her belly is really making her bladder boast release too. Remembering to check the first stall first since it was, theoretically, the least used, Desi gladly takes care of her business and cleans up. The fast bubbling and swishing from the automatic toilet simultaneously echoes with the running of the water splattering on to the smooth marble sink while Desi spends just a few minutes washing her hands and checking her reflection. Now she was truly nervous and she fidgets with the idea of walking straight back to her car and driving somewhere else. However, curiosity overpowers the best of her and Desi knows that if she turns away now, she will regret it for weeks, maybe even months and she doesn't like to be tortured with the what if's. Placing her hand onto the small of her belly to calm the flutters within, Desi checks herself in the mirror, pulls the leather strap of her brown fold over bag which perfectly matches the color of her boots onto her shoulder and walks with pretend confidence back across that ancient grandeur marble tile floor to seek out the flaxen haired hostess who will inform her of her fate. Besides, Desi has already decided that if she finds herself sitting alone tonight and lost in the unknown then a special trip to the Deep South was definitely laying somewhere within her future possessions. Time seemed to slow down while Desi keeps her eyes trained on the back of the flaxen haired hostess while, simultaneously, she is glowing with her clandestine smile that did well hiding her precarious secrets. The flaxen haired waitress turns and winks before consoling Desi, "Don't worry, you got the perfect seat in the house, Miss Mason." Giggling, Desi feels herself blush when she realizes that the hostess has caught her gazing up at the grandeur of the chandeliers cascading from the cathedral ceiling. It is not that Desi hasn't seen them before; it is just that she can't remember a moment not being mesmerized with the beautiful magnificent architecture of the Hotel Roux. "Really, will I be sitting in here?" Desi asks, smiling with her eyes wide. "No ma'am. You are going underground to the lounge." The flaxen haired hostess states as if Desi already knows what the underground lounge is, and then she holds a door open and whispers to Desi as she walks through the entrance, "You'll like it! It's more private. Just watch your step down these stairs." The flaxen haired hostess walks beside her as they descend the dimly lit stairwell which leads to the underground lounge better known as the Hotel Roux's Underground Utopia. Desi feels herself become more relaxed now that she knows the lounge where she would be dining was located in the same vicinity as the bar and entertainment. Plus, the lounge area is darker than the beautiful glow of upstairs. After all, Desi was thankful that Andre had practiced some discretion when choosing where they would meet. Still, Desi follows the back of the flaxen haired hostess, all the way to the back of the underground lounge, and past several red damask draped dining tables which were really red C shaped booths wrapped around black O shaped marble topped tables. Each one of the tables was centered with its own milk glass blown candle and four neatly folded, matching napkins set in placements to seat up to four at each booth. Desi feels a pinch of disappointment creeping on her when she realizes she is being led to an empty dining table. "Wasn't I listed as reservations for two?" She asks the flaxen haired hostess as soon as she realizes she is being led to dine alone. "No ma'am. You are booked as single tonight, but so are a few others." The flaxen haired hostess winks and is soon replaced with a waitress who hands Desi a menu and asks her what she would like to drink. Quickly, Desi answers, "Yes, please, I would really like a glass of Pinot Gris with a nice ice water and lemon please?" A shot with a lemon is what Desi is really saying silently in her mind while she is smiling up at her waitress. As soon as the waitress scampers off to retrieve her wine, Desi looks all around her at the other tables searching for Andre who is, still, nowhere to be found. "Thank you." She nods curtly while she watches the waitress expertly open the bottle of wine and begins to pour. As Desi watches the wine pour into her glass, she hears the music begin to flow from the sound system overhead. Sitting near the end of the booth, Desi begins focusing on the music. Tuning her ears, she smiles with satisfaction when she realizes the song that's playing is by one of her favorite female vocalists. After tasting her water just to get her throat wet and taking a couple of hearty sips of her wine, Desi feels her nervous flutters begin to cease. No matter what, Desi has made up her mind that she is not going anywhere until she knows why Andre has arranged for her to even be here in the first place. Scanning the other tables once again while she makes sure to put on her casual hello smile in order to mask the raging disappointment that is beginning to emerge, Desi finds herself growing impatient fast. Just as soon as she feels the first pinches of aggravation beginning to play on her nerves, Desi's thoughts are suddenly invaded by the surprise firm but gentle feel of masculine hands covering her eyes followed by the sound of a low, smooth male voice hushing her so that she didn't scream out. The man's expensive smelling spicy vanilla and leather essence was bleeding off his hands and clouding Desi's senses as she smiles knowingly and speaks through her nervous giggles, "I don't think this is too difficult to figure out, right Andre?" "Wrong." The man whispers in her ear so close, Desi can feel its tingling dance on her neck provoking goose bumps to erupt. "Huh?" Desi felt her heart leap and do a flip flop landing in her belly when she realizes that the breath dancing upon her neck was not the breath of Andre. Moving his lips closer to her ear, the man whispers in a soft, low soothing voice, "I didn't send for you so that I could frighten you, I sent for you because I wanted to enjoy you so don't scream whenever I sit down beside you and you don't see the man you're expecting me to be." "Uh... oh...o...okay." Desi stammers and she soon feels her stiff restraint go limp and the man's hands are suddenly no longer covering her eyes. "Shh." She can still hear him whisper caution as he steps back to move around the table into her sight. Desi feels the heat rise to her face, her eyes go wide, and she holds her hand over her heart to try and stop the pounding as she half whispers and half hollers, "Oh my God...you?" Composed in a fashionably neat snug black tee tucked into black fitted denim pants and stepping in Boulet black motorcycle boots, Desi sat there staring in awe at all of the man's six foot, one inch lean frame which she recognized right away. He had grown his straight coco brown hair longer since she had seen him last because she didn't remember his hair long enough to be pulled back into a ponytail as it was now. However, Desi was sure that those shocking blue eyes which she were staring into now did not belong to Andre, but instead belonged to the man who was briefly introduced to her as Andre's boss... Virgil. Desi feigns to clear her throat and remembers how Virgil had been so reluctant to look her in the eyes before but now he was looking at her as if he wanted to chew her up and swallow her whole. Taking his place on the booth in front of her, Virgil holds his smoldering gaze on Desi, and she swears she sees coy amusement glinting in his eyes that resemble the sky. His penetrating gaze is causing nervous butterflies to wake in her belly again so Desi decides to stick with playing dumb and asks, "Um- I was not expecting you, I was expecting someone else." "I am quite sure you were expecting Andre. However, Andre is not the one who sent for you... I am." Virgil answered her very nonchalantly. "You... You mean you sent me..." Within a flash a black and white photo of a familiar pair of eyes magically appear through the white noise of Desi's mind. "Yes. I sent you that movie and the invitation for you to meet me here." Virgil cut her off in mid sentence. "Andre is at home with his wife and kids." He just lied, Virgil really didn't keep up with his employees, at least not like he did his interests at heart. The mention of the movie sent lightning flashes of the black and white photograph of the man's eyes that was printed on the dvd-r she had carefully hidden behind some books on her bookshelf at home. Now that she was sitting in front of him and staring into his eyes, Desi realizes those eyes in the black and white photo are Virgil's. Damn! Desi knew those eyes were too dark to be Andre's eyes! Desi felt a sudden surge of anger daring to spring forth as she tries to decide who she was madder at, herself or him. Momentarily, Desi was pissed off at Virgil for tricking her, and pissed off at her own self for behaving so foolhardy. Smoldering embarrassment clouds Desi's golden eyes while she self-consciously places her left hand to her left temple so that Virgil couldn't see her eyes that threaten to break like a dam and overflow with her exposed discomposure which she has tried in vain to forget while she silently tells herself, "Don't give this cat the satisfaction of giving him what he wants." Decidedly, Desi picks up her ice water and swallows the dry lump in her throat while she silently vows not to drink another drop of her wine for the rest of the evening. Remembering the consequences of her past crime, Desi decides she will be smarter to remain sober. Without warning, she feels Virgil slide closer to her in the booth and she does not want him to look in her eyes and see what is there. At least, she wasn't ready for him too... yet. Oh God he smells so good! Desi tries closing her eyes when she feels Virgil's warm breath whispering against the back of her head when he speaks. Is he really that close to me? Desi wonders at the same time she feels his hand slip around her waist and grip her closer to his body which is steaming with his alluring scent. "You're not gonna believe me right now, but I promise you, that was an accident." Virgil could tell Desi was upset with him and he didn't want her to stay mad at him. "Listen that was actually my room he brought you too that night. I had that camera set up there for a tryst with another lady friend. I never meant to film you without your permission, hun." "Whatever." Was all Desi could manage to whisper without bursting into tears. Stubbornly, Desi keeps her head turned so that he is practically talking to the back of her head because she refuses to allow Virgil the honor of seeing her falter which is what she was suspecting she was about to do right now. "Desi, if it makes you feel any better, I'm truly sorry, hun. You are so beautiful, and that's why I just didn't delete the video right away, but it's deleted now except for the copy you have in your possession. Besides, everything that was filmed, you have already seen. I really did want to see you again. I didn't think you would come if I was straight with you so that's why I did what I did." Virgil was fibbing and knew it, he really did want to make Desi his, but first, he had to gain her trust in order to have her the way that he wants her. Feeling her hand touching a neatly folded napkin, Desi tightens her fist around it and uses it to wipe away the one stray tear that manages to escape before she turns to face Virgil with his blue eyes so full of her. "I am not crying." She claims before he can respond. "I am just, well, I am just embarrassed, that's all." Desi, still has not looked at Virgil, but instead focuses her eyes on the line of bubbles floating on top of her wine now. "Yes, and that is my fault but you have nothing to be embarrassed about. I thought you looked hot, if that helps!" Within a second, Desi went from fighting tears to giggles when Virgil threw in his own two cents about her awkward appearance in the video. Shooting him down with her golden eyes, Desi beams at Virgil very briefly before asking, "You mean you went through all this trouble to meet me just because you thought I looked hot getting it on with another man?" "Shh! I never meant to make you cry, hun." Virgil touches the side of Desi's blazing face so that she has to look at him while he decides the best way to calm her. Seeing her cheeks flush amuses him even more and he has no control over the smile on his own face. Before she can take another breath, Virgil swoops in and sneaks a quick kiss on Desi's irresistible pouty lips which feel soft as satin. God, Desi, knew she didn't need to drink wine to feel good tonight. This man was already doing a good job at making Desi feel high. Though Desi was still confused about Virgil's intentions, his smooth sincerity and smoldering presence was beginning to have a powerful effect on her ability to say no to him and Desi felt it in the pit of her belly. Oddly, this time the feeling was even more powerful than the night she had been with Andre. *************************************************************** "Mm you smell so good, lady. You are as sweet as you smell too. I wonder if you taste as sweet as you smell as well." Desi closes her eyes when she feels the combination of Virgil's hot breath and lips suddenly impaling the nape of her neck and producing sensations that caused her hair to rise and her nipples to stand to attention. Within an instant the music seems to play louder and Desi tries not to laugh out loud when she hears the lyrics to one of her favorite songs by the Beatles beginning to play. What irony, Desi thinks, as she hears John Lennon's voice singing, "got to be a joker he just do what he please." Allowing a whispered moan to escape her lips before sucking in her breath while trying not to forget where she was, Desi does her best to resist verbalizing the pleasure she was just beginning to experience. Virgil has managed to implore upon Desi's hidden treasures beneath the table and underneath her dress because, already, she feels one of his firm tapering fingers invading the lacey crotch of her most loved lace hip huggers. In an instant, Desi feels her honey begin to emerge. Oh fuck he was making her so hot and Desi feels her pussy become soaked while he masterfully turns his hand palm side up and hooks his finger up towards her pelvis and Desi feels his fingertips massage her special spot. Just as suddenly as he has Desi mesmerized and subdued by his swift hand, Virgil slips his finger out and begins lightly massaging her swollen clit and making it slick with her own juices. Virgil smiles like a warlock to show his satisfaction when he feels Desi's leg begin to tremble and Desi thought she was about to cum right there when suddenly the waitress walks by their table and asks Virgil if he was interested in anything else to drink. Using her left hand to casually conceal her face, Desi touches her forehead and turns her head to look at Virgil with astonished eyes while he is still incessantly rubbing her clit and telling the waitress to bring him an iced tea. Virgil just smiles back at Desi when she shoots him an "I can't believe you're doing this" look and then closes her eyes trying not to flinch from the sensations he is causing her to have while he looks back at the waitress as if nothing at all is going on. Mojo Moods Ch. 03 Lowering his lips to her ear, Virgil reminds Desi that no one can see what is going on underneath the table. "Just relax into it and cum for me, pretty lady." Desi feels his hot breath tickle her ear provoking more goose bumps to rise when Virgil suddenly thrusts his finger back into her soaked pussy and begins to beat his finger against her g spot again while he is rubbing her clit with his thumb. Desi realizes that Virgil has one hand working on her pussy while the other one is gripping her around the waist as if to prevent her from escaping him. The urge to purr like an entrapped lioness is bravely beat down by Desi's will while she feels herself about to be carried over the brink right as the waitress heads back with Virgil's ice tea balanced onto her tray. Virgil could hear Desi's breaths shorten and hasten in pace, her leg trembling faster, yet still, he keeps incessantly rubbing her clit as fast as he can move his thumb while he smiles and thanks the waitress whenever she sets his tea down in front of him. Training her eyes on his iced tea, Desi keeps her eyes downcast, never looking up at the waitress, and begins to slowly melt in the palm of Virgil's hand while she is suddenly hit with the first wave of intense pleasure. Slipping her hand under the table as soon as the waitress walks away, Desi uses her fingers to trace the outline of Virgil's bulge before gripping it in her hand and trying to squeeze it through his pants while she begins to cum. "That's right baby. You're so pretty when you cum, Desi." The sound of Virgil's sexy voice mixing with the feel of his heated breath in her ear while saying those words only intensifies her orgasm and Desi turns and leans up to bury her face in the depth of his neck while she squeezes his cock through his pants in one hand and with the other, she holds onto Virgil while she rides out her orgasm. As her body begins to settle back down, Desi's eyes begin to tear up from the intensity of the pleasure that Virgil has induced. Faint hints of her own sex briefly lingers past her nose when Virgil pulls his hand from under the table and quickly but seductively; he sucks her juices from his finger and almost whistles, "Mm ... my lady, I do believe you do taste sweeter than you smell." Virgil smiles devilishly at Desi who has just loosened her grip on his, now, raging hard on. Seeing Virgil taste her sweet honey only excites Desi more and she gratefully parts her lips and accepts his exploitative tongue, enjoying the taste of her own sex still on his lips. Burning with lust, Desi wants Virgil inside her so bad that she is fumbling for the button fly to his denim pants and within seconds she has them pulled open and cock exposed. While deviously smiling at Virgil Desi looks down towards his lap wishing she could see his cock in her hand and wanting to taste his man sugar which she can already feel beginning to seep out from the opening of his head. "Hmm." Desi looks back at Virgil and groans. "Ooh. Virgil, you have a nice size cock, I would really love to taste some of your sugar too." Desi squeezes Virgil's cock more firmly and begins to stroke him till his cock is dripping with his early man juice. Deviously, Desi smiles at Virgil while she circles her thumb around his swelling head and she scoops as much of his cum up as she can. Then she makes sure to keep her eyes trained on Virgil's face while she brings her hand back up from under the table making sure to grasp his cock with her other hand, Desi opens her mouth and sucks her thumb clean of Virgil's cum while she looks him in the eye and tells him, "Mm, you taste pretty sweet yourself. I would really love it if you would cum for me too." Before Virgil can respond, Desi looks from side to side to make sure there is no waitress in sight and then she ducks down under the table and shielding herself beneath the red linen table cloth, Desi is on her knees between Virgil's legs and gripping his cock. Without warning Desi licks the fat head of his cock clean of the rest of his pre cum before she decides to open her mouth and swallow his cock till she can feel his cock head hitting the back of her throat. She feels Virgil's hands pulling her hair back to keep it out of the way and Desi can feel herself getting hot for him again knowing that he likes what she is doing to him. Virgil's hands grip her hair tighter making Desi groan in pleasure, and he lets out a huge breath of hot air as he fights to keep his composure while he is feeling the vibrations coming from Desi's vocal chords. With her vocal chords performing a tap dance along his stiff cock, Virgil feels fingers and nails, one on either side of the waist band to his pants, suddenly gripping and tugging. "Whoa!" Virgil whispers loudly and hurriedly scoots his tight but upwards, as far as the table top would allow, and very gentlemanly, he helps Desi get his pants and boxers down to his knees. In an instant Desi surprises Virgil by yanking his pants and boxers further down to his ankles and he is now sitting there with his cock left to the perils of her mouth and with only the protection of the red linen table cloth hiding their taboo rendezvous. It takes every ounce of composure Virgil has to sit there and pretend nothing is going on at all while he is feeling the sensation of teeth barely scraping his cock blended with Desi's fiery breath and wet tongue trailing up and down his shaft. Darting his eyes, Virgil makes sure he's got all of Desi's hair in one hand and places his other hand on the table top, hoping to conceal suspicion when he sees the waitress passing their table again. Raising his hand palm up to the waitress before she can get three feet closer as if to say halt! Virgil stumbles out a quick, sharp, "No Thank You." Seeing the waitress catch the hint and dart away, Virgil makes a mental note to tip her huge before he leaves this evening. Feeling the warm silk of lady finger tips gently tugging on his balls while his cock is getting pumped by pretty lips, Virgil forces his self not to peek beneath the table cloth. Oh, the feeling of Virgil's cock quivering stiff in her mouth was making Desi hot for him again and she wanted so bad to pleasure herself but she was determined to make him cum so she could taste his sugar too. Sucking the head of his cock like it's a fresh carved sugar cane before gliding down all seven inches of his sweet pole and trying to swallow it, Desi alternates between pumping his cock with her mouth and then her hand, making sure she continues to milk his balls with the other hand. Ever so slightly, Desi feels Virgil squirm while he fights the urge to just grab her and fuck her face; she smells her own sex heating up and rising to grace her senses so she drops her hand from around his cock and lands it perfectly on her wet pussy. Giving in to her own bombastic urges, Desi begins rubbing her velvety smooth fat clit. Now Desi is almost fucking Virgil's cock with her face and milking his balls that are threatening to erupt any second now and spill all his sugar down her throat. Ignoring the wet saliva that was escaping from the corners of her mouth, Desi continues to pump Virgil's cock, determined to drink him up. Loving his spicy vanilla and leather scent mixed with his own natural man musk, loving that his balls were feeling fatter and his head was swelling and threatening to gag her, and loving the way his legs were trembling on either side of her, Desi tasted the first splash of his juice as it splattered and hit the roof of her mouth. Bearing her lips as far down his cock as she could, Desi begins swallowing every bit of his man sugar. Feeling the sudden shock of his salty taste against her tongue is such a turn on that Desi has to release her hand from her pussy and grip Virgil's leg for fear she will lose her balance from the high she is suddenly surging on while she unexpectedly squirts and soaks her panties with her own honey. Greedily, Desi swallows every drop of Virgil's cum. Slowly, but surely, both Desi and Virgil's bodies begin to simmer down and she licks him clean and helps him get his pants and boxers back up, before he is taking her by both her hands and guiding her back into the booth as soon as he knows the coast is clear. Both are giggling now, and then Desi realizes that she is sitting on the opposite side of the booth than where she had been earlier. Virgil hands Desi one of the folded linen napkins so she can wipe her hands and mouth which he knew she didn't have time to lick clean while under the table. Desi is glowing and beaming now while she wipes her hands dry with the napkin and then thinks twice before she asks Virgil to please hand her bag to her which was still resting on the other side of the booth where she had been sitting before. As soon as Desi points this out to Virgil, they both burst into giggles once again. As soon as Virgil hands her bag over, Desi opens it and stuffs the napkin inside before closing it back. After all, Desi was a lady and her mama had always taught her that a good lady never leaves a mess. Placing the bag beside her and pulling the strap securely back onto her shoulder, Desi runs her fingers through her hair and turns her flushed face away from Virgil's intense stare then decides that a bathroom break was in urgent need. Leaning over so that he can hear her over the music, Desi says, "Excuse me while I go to the restroom." Thinking that he didn't hear her because he was looking at her wearing a frozen expression on his face that was devoid of anything but amazement, Desi spoke a little louder, "I have to go to the ladies-" Before she could finish, Desi felt Virgil's hand gently grab her chin and turn her face to his and, very lovingly, with his tongue, he forced her lips to part again and impaled her lovely mouth with another explorative French kiss. Just as sudden he released her from his spell and Desi had to catch her breath before speaking again. "Ladies room, love... I have to go." She brightened the glow in her eyes and smiled sweetly before standing up. "No problem, hun. I'll be behind you." Virgil winks back at her. "Um, okay. I won't be too long." Desi answers him before turning to walk away on slightly shaky legs. Virgil's words are still echoing within the walls of her mind while she is in the bathroom. Desi wonders if he is waiting outside the bathroom door for her and she is not too sure she wants to go back into the lounge again. Catching her reflection in the mirror, Desi sees her face is still glowing pink and she can't take off the silly smile she is wearing. Quickly, she washes her hands and runs her fingers through her hair when she notices that her hands are still trembling. Desi feels a mess, even if she doesn't look it, and she makes a hasty decision that she is going to take a slow walk to her car, if Virgil isn't outside the bathroom door when she leaves. Mind racing, Desi wonders what the hell has gotten into her as she has to hesitate to retrieve the soiled linen napkin she had shoved into her purse because she almost forgot to toss it into the waste basket on her way out. With the scent of Virgil's man sugar and cologne still lingering on her face, Desi remembers her panties are soaked with her own juices too, she hesitates again, setting her bag down on the counter top, she reaches under her dress and quickly removes them, being careful to keep her balance as she steps out of them one boot at a time. Desi tosses her most loved lacy hip huggers into the waste basket along with the soiled napkin. Watching Desi walk to the door leading to the foyer which led to the Underground Utopia bathrooms, Virgil knows that she is star struck and he thinks it's cute. The corners of his mouth slowly turned upwards to the heavens until Virgil was beaming ear to ear. Desi had no idea that Virgil had a bike that was parked across the street and a few car spaces back from the street where she had parked her red Miata... but Virgil knew it. ************************************************************ Opening the door, Desi doesn't see Virgil so she walks down the corridor which leads to the stair case where she had originally came from. It wasn't long before Desi hears the soles of her boots patting across the grandeur marbled floor once more and stepping outside onto the down town street area where she had parked earlier in the daylight. While Desi is walking into the May night and down the entrance steps of the Hotel Roux, she is fumbling for her keys inside her bag at the same time. At last, her fingers find them and before she can turn towards her car and push the unlock button on the key remote, Desi is startled by the sudden roar of a motorcycle engine starting up and she hears it moving closer. Roused, she spins around holding her chest as if she is afraid her heart is going to fall out. "Oh you again!" Desi glows with her golden eyes wide and fights the giggles that are threatening to burst through her smile when she sees the familiar blue eyes of the driver. Virgil is smiling coyly back at her looking sharp as ever sitting on his black, soft tail Harley. "I got room for one more hun." He looks back at her teasing her with his eyes. "Um. Shouldn't you have a helmet on?" Desi asks him, trying to pretend to play hard to get. "What?" Virgil pretends he can't hear her. "I said, shouldn't you have a helmet on?!" Delsi yells a little more loudly while Virgil playfully revs his motor to block out the sound of her voice and hollers once again. "What?" As he waits for the motor to settle down low enough for her to hear him speak, he hollers, "Huh? I can't hear you!" "I said, shouldn't you..." Once again, Virgil revs his motor and pretends he can't hear what Desi is saying, waits for it to idle down again and asks, "What?" Desi learns quickly that Virgil is teasing her and she recognizes that devilish glint in his eyes when he is smiling at her like that. "You... You're too much!" Desi yells at him before he is able to rev his motor again. "Oh you!" Desi pretends to relent and hollers through the roar of his motor to wait before she proceeds to unlock her car, open the trunk and toss in her bag before locking the car again. "Come on... I won't take you too far tonight." Virgil begs. With her arms folded, Desi walks back towards Virgil who is still patiently waiting for her to get on the back of his bike while he amused by her sassiness. "Alright..." Desi finally tells him. "Because of you, I had to throw away my favorite pair of panties." Desi continues giving her conditions while trying to keep a straight face without bursting out laughing from the craziness of it all. "So, if you want this lady to sit on the back of your bike like a bitch in heat and ride off into the moonlight with you, I do believe I deserve to at least know a last name to go along with your first name Mister Virgil?" Still smiling, Virgil rolls his eyes up at the stars and says, "Aden Jager," as if he is saying "Is that all?" "Well..." Desi lets out a breath of air at the sound of his name. "Mr. Virgil Aden Jager, I do believe you found yourself a sweet bitch by the name of Dessie Mae Mason." Without sparing another second before she loses her nerve, Desi grips Virgil's shoulder, supporting herself on the passenger foot rest, and swings her leg over to straddle the back of his bike while making sure that the back of her dress is firmly tucked underneath her bottom before riding off under the moonlight with Virgil. Desi was perched on the back of Virgil's steel horse and holding onto him with her breasts pressed against his back as he drove her through some old, almost forgotten brick streets, the kind of streets that reminded you of the days when people were still riding in horse and buggy. The weather felt perfect, it was only around seventy five degrees. Before long, Virgil turned onto a road which wound upwards onto the levee along the Ruby River and then back down hill onto another road off another part of the levee and Desi immediately grew excited when she recognized the River Plantation Cottages. "Is this where you are staying tonight?" Desi asks him. "No, this is where we are staying tonight." Virgil corrects her. Desi drops her mouth in astonished disbelief hearing Virgil's revelation. Once again she felt those butterflies getting stirred in her belly and she can't help but feel completely flattered that Virgil had done all of this just to see her tonight. As soon as Virgil has stopped and turned off his engine, Desi looks all around them. To the left of them is the back of the small cottage, and straight ahead are two great one hundred year old moss covered oak trees standing side by side with a view of the river in front of them. With the sound of the wind blowing off the river and whipping against her ears, Desi takes a deep breath and smells the sweet clover grass mixing with the faintness of freshwater in the air. Above them is a painting of the full moon and stars glowing and sparkling their reflections in the water. Gripping Virgil's shoulders for support again, Desi hops off his bike and is walking up towards the steps to the back porch behind the cottage. Hypnotized by the beauty of the almost surreal scene in front of her, Desi almost forgets Virgil's presence until he is sneaking behind her and she feels his arms holding her possessively and his hands are begging to search her as she feels them, strong, busy tapering fingers gripping her along her rib cage, just below her breast plate. Desi thought she must have blinked because suddenly his hands had mystically appeared from the front to the back and she felt Virgil's quick fingers and knuckles fumbling with the clasps of her bra. "Here, sugar, I'll pop that bra for ya." And Desi expertly reaches her hands beneath her dress and up, unclasps her bra, and before she can do anything else, Virgil is already pulling her dress up over her head and over her arms. Then Desi graciously takes her dress from his hands and lays it over the porch railing in front of her. By now Desi feels Virgil's hand gripping her hair from the back and his moist mouth is warm against her pulse in her neck. Desi bites her lower lip when she feels his other hand cupping her left breast and lightly pinching her sensitive nipple which is tingling with arousal already. "Hmm... Desi purrs when she feels Virgil's body pressed firmly against hers and then she remembers that she threw her panties away when she feels his hard on bulging through his denim pants against her bare ass. "You know." She reminds him, "I am the only one standing here in almost nothing but my boots and you're not playing very fair, Mr. Virgil Aden Jager." Bringing her hand up and around his neck, Desi looks Virgil in his blue eyes and she spins herself around in his arms to face him with her golden eyes sparkling like a clever gypsy and slips her hands underneath his shirt and begins to guide it up and over his head as well. Carefully, she drapes his shirt right next to her dress over the porch railing while Virgil kicks off his boots. Then Desi turns and works on his button fly until she is able to pull it open, taking his boxers with them, Desi hangs both articles on the porch railing too. "Hmph! Looks like you lost some clothes, sugar." Desi teases. "Uh-uh." Virgil nods his head towards Desi's tits disapprovingly. Now Desi feels her face getting hot again when she looks down at her tits which are still hiding behind the cups of her mint green bra which is only a slip away from falling off of her shoulders. Placing her hands on her hips, Desi asks, "Alright, sugar, which do you prefer? I lose the bra or the boots? You can't have both." Desi winks and runs the tip of her tongue along her satin upper lip while she waits for Virgil to answer her. Mojo Moods Ch. 03 Instead of giving her a verbal answer, Virgil says nothing at all and reaches his hands towards Desi's shoulders so gentle that his fingertips feel like feathers, he glides her bra straps down her arms, and then Desi drops her arms and lets the bra fall gracefully down to the wooden porch floor. Immediately, Virgil cups both of her beautiful tits, overflowing each of the palms of his hands with her creamy mounds topped with pretty rosy nipples that are almost the same color as her blazing red hair. Entranced with her pretty hard nipples, Virgil sucks each one into his mouth, making sure to roll each one between his lips. Desi can feel herself on fire for him again and she grips his cock in her hand while Virgil is busy ravishing her tits with his kisses. "I promise I will clean you up real good if you fuck me with this pretty cock." Desi taunts Virgil while she begins to stroke his cock in her hand and make him rock hard for her. "Turn around." Virgil commands her. Desi submissively does what he tells her and turns around to lean on the porch railing, gripping it with her hands, she feels Virgils hands gripping her ass cheeks and spreading them apart. "Spread your legs apart further." Virgil whispers into her ear. Desi does as she is told and she feels Virgil's explorative fingers as they glide back and forth from her clit to her rosebud and then, quickly, he would thrust a finger into her tight pussy and wriggle it against her g-spot but stop just when he felt it begin to pulsate. As if that wasn't enough to cause her to become intoxicated with his lust all over again, Desi suddenly feels Virgil's hot breath combined with his wet tongue lapping up her honey while his lips suck her clit up and Desi begins to moan when she feels him rolling her clit over his lips the way he had done her nipples. Only, Virgil doesn't let her go over the edge yet, no, he wants her pussy to rain on his rock hard cock. Standing back up now, Virgil grabs Desi's face by her chin and turns her face to him so that he can violate her mouth with his tongue that is freshly coated with her own pussy juice. Virgil's cock is raging hard and Desi can feel it gliding between her ass cheeks and slipping along her wet pussy. Leaning on the porch and bracing herself, Desi can feel the swollen head of Virgil's cock knocking on the entrance of her pussy. Virgil begins to slowly slide his cock in and then he takes it out and slides it back and forth against her clit till her pussy is soaking. Then without warning, Virgil slams his cock into her pussy as deep as he can bury it. Desi begins to squeal, "Ooh yes Virgil! Fill my tight pussy up with your fat cock baby!" Hearing Desi's pleas only makes Virgil's animalistic lust soar and he reaches around and grabs each of Desi's tits with each of his hands and squeezes her nipple while he thrusts his cock, pumping it as hard and as fast as he can. His goal is to make her cum hard on his cock so Virgil brings one of his hands up towards Desi's neck and he gently but firmly grabs her around her throat and pulls her up closer so that he can whisper into her ear, "Rub your clit hun." Loosening his grip so that she can get back down into position, Virgil let's Desi lean back down onto the porch railing and Desi is using one hand to grip the railing for support now while the other hand is busy with her finger flicking her swollen clit while Virgil firmly grips the back of her hair and holds her steady while he bucks and thrusts his stiff cock into her pussy and making her moan to the heavens. Just when Desi knows she is about to hit that blissful moment of orgasmic splendor, she feels the head of Virgil's cock head swell and quiver deep in her pussy and Desi is sure that Virgil is about to shoot his seed inside of her. "Oh...Virgil... please... don't...you...stop... fucking me!" Desi squeals just before she begins to sporadically quiver as she rides the waves of euphoric heights. Right when Desi begins to lose herself, Virgil grips her on either side of her hips so tight that Desi can feel slight pain from his long tapering fingers squeezing her flesh so that he doesn't lose his grip on her. Virgil is panting so heavy now that Desi can feel his hot breath showering her back every time he thrusts his cock into her. Through his panting, Virgil begins to order Desi to take his cock balls deep while he shoots his cum into her. Obeying, Desi pushes her ass against his pelvis with every thrust of his cock. Suddenly, Virgil grips Desi harder and thrusts his cock all the way into her while he is reminding her to take him all the way and Virgil shoots his hot cum deep inside of her quaking pussy. Looking up at the brightly lit heaven above the Ruby River, Desi begins to experience multiple orgasms and rain her honey all over Virgil's sugar cane pole beneath the sparkling night sky. Spent, Virgil grips Desi around the waist to prevent her from falling as he leans over to grip the porch railing and catch his own breath. Playfully, Virgil slaps Desi's ass which is already rosy from the pounding it just took and gives her one of many orders to come, "Come on pretty lady... let's go clean each other up real good inside." ... To be continued in Mumbo Jumbo Chapter 4 of Mojo Moods