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Attraction

By: espeteroh



A good friend of mine, David, and I ended up in the same state on business. He works for one of the cell phone companies and I was out there to give a lecture about airport parallel runway operations at the University of Michigan. We caught up with each other the 2nd day we were there and Dave said we had to go to this sports bar that was, as he'd say, "the best" with women crawling all over it. I thought of sports bars as being a conclave for guys but he assured me in Washington, D.C. things were different. He said we'd go to this place called The Touchdown Café' and if that didn't work out we could head over to another place called The Arena. I wasn't too sure of either of these places but David had a pretty good nose for finding hot women. I guess he would as he was a bar tender for a lot of years and still does it occasionally.

So I met him at the Touchdown at 8. I saw him at the bar chatting up a cute little blonde. Now David is a six three toe head jock type. He's just turned 40 but still looks something like a kid and acts like one too. He is a very personable guy and women are naturally attracted to him. Being over 50 I like hanging with him because some of these "hotties" who he attracts end up talking to me too. I'm about 3 inches shorter than Dave and although I've been called a one time jock it's not a label that is either applicable or appropriate anymore and I'm just as happy. David likes these really thin women with really tight bodies. I kid him that I know who's on top in his bed because I say he'd crush her otherwise. So attraction for us is two very different types of women.

My taste runs more towards women who I think of as being cuddly. As cuddly as she may be a really thin woman just isn't that attractive to me so I'm usually drawn to a woman who is obviously carrying a few extra pounds. The last time David tried to set me up it was with a woman who was maybe 95 pounds soaking wet and of course didn't have an ounce of fat on her. She was absolutely a very pretty woman, a head turner actually, and while she was very engaging my comfort level with her wasn't very high. I'm not sure why but at the end of the evening she indicated she wanted to see me again but I declined.

As soon as I get to the bar David sees me and says, "Hey, it's about time! This is Crissy and," he looks around, "her friend is around here somewhere." Now I don't like being set up and David always tries to push the type of woman he likes towards me. I shook her hand and when I could I asked her what she did and some of the other usual small talk questions. She was a trainer at a local gym. She said she was going for her masters in some sort of sports training program and she was in training for the Boston Marathon. All I could think was she was way too high energy for me. So David had his blonde with the tiny but very toned body.

Oh, one thing you should know, David came up with this plan about eight years ago that when we go to a bar we never drink because it leads to bad decisions and we have both made lots of those. But at this point I was thinking how nice a drink or two would be so I could be okay with being with this woman who I hadn't actually met yet but was already passing judgment on.

After a short while Crissy's friend Rachel showed up and we were introduced. It felt a bit awkward and the conversation was more than a little stilted. To David's credit Rachel was more towards the type of woman I might like but we just could not seem to find common interests so there were lots of periods where we just listened in on David's conversation.

After a short while Rachel excused herself to the ladies room and that was the last I saw of her. I was working on my cranberry juice and soda war and chatting the bar tender when she had spare moments. I was also contented to watch this group of about ten young women who were crowded around a table near the bar. I guessed that not one of them was more than 26 or 28 years old. They were having a lot of fun, drinking a fair amount and seemed to have a never ending line of stories to tell. I overheard from their conversation that one of them was getting married although it wasn't clear just who. What was clear was it was a girls' night out and they were into it. They had managed to land the lone pretty boy waiter and as they drank they made the sly comment or two to him. When I pointed this out to David his response was, "The guy's gay."

When I asked him how he knew he replied, "Trust me, the guy's gay."

After a while I heard one of the women excuse herself to the ladies room and it occurred to me that I should probably hit the men's room. But this woman had also caught my eye so it was an opportunity, as I saw it, to see her closer up. She was, I'd guess, about five two, had a killer smile, gorgeous curly hair, brunette, and a lush figure. We had to briefly walk towards each other and the back towards the rest rooms. I got a good look at the fair amount of cleavage she was showing and had all I could do to keep myself from staring.

The whole thing lasted maybe ten seconds and I was into the men's room. I dawdled a little in the men's room as I considered calling it a night as I feared I'd just become frustrated from seeing so many pretty women but having to leave alone. Just as I left the men's room I heard a woman say, "Oh damn!"

As I looked to my left I saw it was that same woman I had sort of followed over. She had dropped the small hand bag she had been carrying and spilled its contents all over the floor. I quickly bent over and helped her pick up her stuff.

"Thank you so much," she said smiling at me.

"You're welcome," I replied but wanted to say more. I really wanted to get a conversation going but found myself tongue tied.

"Most guys would have walked over it," she said sarcastically.

"Guess I'm not most guys."

"No, you're not," she smiled as she walked away.

So I took my place back at the bar but couldn't get my eyes off this wonderful woman I'd just met. I feared she'd catch me staring at her and she did but instead of looking annoyed she winked at me. So now my mind flooded with ideas of how to be with her but there was the ever present reality of her being with her friends and our age difference so I decided to just enjoy the pleasure of seeing a woman I felt extremely attracted to even if it was pure fantasy.

"Where's Rachel?" David's question caught me off guard.

"I dunno, she left," I stuttered.

"Bitch!" He said strongly. Krissy, Rachel's ostensible friend, easily heard David's remark but seemed unfazed by it.

"Don't worry, I'm doing fine." And I was. I was quite content being able to see all the pretty women in the bar but particular the one who had caught my attention. Once David has a woman with him he becomes pretty single minded and so you're on your own. I didn't mind that at all.

About an hour passed and the table of the ten women had become five, then shortly after that four and a few minutes later two. I saw the woman I'd been attracted to head for the ladies room once again. She winked at me as she passed the bar and when she was returning she looked at me and I said, "May I buy you a drink?"

That is actually very much not me to do such a thing but I didn't know what else to do at the moment. She paused a second and then said, "Okay, but I've got to say goodnight to Leah first. Be right back."

I was thrilled, of course. I'd expected her to politely turn me down but she hadn't. Then my mind raced a little and I thought that maybe she was seeing me through a few too many drinks. I was kind of all right with that but also kind of guarded. She spent a few minutes talking to her girlfriend, nodded towards me once and her girlfriend looked over and smiled. I always wonder what women are saying at such times.

Finally she came back over to me, held out her hand and said, "I'm Cassie by the way."

"Pleased to meet you Cassie, I'm Peter."

So we spent the next few minutes with the usual questions of who we were and why I was in Washington, D.C.. I hadn't noticed how loud it was in the bar until I tried listening to Cassie and I found myself having trouble hearing her, it was that loud.

"Would you like to go some place a little less loud?" I finally asked.

"Where did you have in mind?" She asked coyly.

"Well, I'm staying over at the Sheraton and it seemed pretty quiet."

"Okay, I'll meet you there," she said. In my mind I was driving her over there. I'd not considered the idea that she was here under her own power and then I thought, uh oh, this is an easy out for her. I decided it didn't really matter. I'd had a nice evening and an interesting, if short, conversation with a very attractive woman. To my pleasure surprise, however, Cassie was waiting for me at the door of the Sheraton when I got there.

"You got here quickly," I said.

"I know the short cuts."

We went in and found a table in a corner of the hotel bar. It was quite quiet thankfully. I ordered my cranberry and soda and she got herself a glass of wine. Our small talk continued and she went through a second drink when I heard the Sinead O'Connor song "Nothing Compares To You." I really love that song and told Cassie so and at the same time asked her to dance. Since we'd be the only ones dancing I thought she'd turn me down but she didn't.

We didn't move a foot from our table. Cassie wrapped her arms around my neck and we slowly danced to the song.

"This song really does something to me," I said to her looking down into her eyes.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," she replied with a smile. When we continued our dance I pushed my face into her hair around her ear and I could feel her press her thigh against mine. Cassie has large breasts and just the crush of them into my chest at the beginning of our dance had turned me on and when she pressed her thigh into me she too knew I was turned on.

As the song continued I whispered into her ear, "god you feel good."

"Thank you, so do you." My hand, which had been firmly in the middle of her back strayed downward a little until it was on her ass. I was feeling brave but I also really wanted to feel her body. She made no move to stop me. I could feel a slight dampness in my shorts now but the song was regretfully ending. We both stayed with it until it ended and then we only moved very slightly apart, just enough for me to look into her eyes. I found her irresistible and so, slowly, cautiously, I gave her a light kiss on her lips. She didn't say a thing nor did she move. I was silently hoping the next song would be another slow song so we could continue as we were but it wasn't. I took her hand and led her back to our table but once there even as we sat down I didn't let go of her hand.

This was one of those moments when you can feel something going between yourself and the other person, something almost tangible, but you wont to explain it exactly. The obvious question was where do we go from here and the thought in my mind was where ever it is I should go slowly. We just sat there, her hand in mine, looking into each other's eyes as if searching something out and we probably were.

"Cassie?"

"Yes?"

"What's happening?" I really wanted her to give me the answer.

"I don't know."

"You're doing something to me you know."

"I'm just being me," she replied and for the first time looked away as if embarrassed.

"Then that's it."

"What is?"

"You being you is what I find irresistible." I wanted to charge on with my feelings but held back. Cassie blushed. There was a long silence and then I said, "I want to kiss you."

"Now?"

"Yes."

"Here?"

"Yes." She blushed again but didn't respond. "Well," I said very slowly, "we could go upstairs."

Cassie took in a deep breath as she heard me say that and then said, "Do you promise to behave?"

Well, that wasn't exactly what I had expected to hear and I was definitely unsure of exactly how to respond. "Yes, I promise." I finally said. Still, I had no idea what I was agreeing to but when she said okay and stood up I wasn't about to argue either.

We held hands like a couple of school kids through the lobby and up the elevator. When we were half way up to my floor in the elevator I couldn't wait any longer and kissed her. Cassie responded this time but putting her hand behind my head as if to hold me to her. But then the elevator door opened at my floor and we were quickly down the hall and into my room.

This is the point at which I thought you ripped the other person's clothing off but then I had agreed to behave so I guessed I should hold back. Still, we were two steps in the door when we were again wrapped up in each other's arms. We kissed longingly, wetly and deeply. I slowly moved us towards the bed and finally pushed her down on it.

As we continued to kiss I pushed my hand up to one of her breasts and when she didn't stop me I figured I was still within the behaving definition. Her large breasts were quite firm to the touch. Between kissing her and feeling her I had become about as aroused as I thought I could possible be. For her part, though, Cassie's hands hadn't roamed much further from behind my head and back although she once touched my ass but retreated quickly. Still, our kissing had become more animated and the motion of our bodies against each other had followed suit.

Finally I put my hand between her breasts and started to unbutton her blouse. She seemed to miss the fact that I'd gotten he first one undone but when I went for the second one she said, "No, we can't." And she pushed my hand slightly away. I knew better than to argue and since she hadn't removed my hand from her breasts I continued to fondle her as we kissed. Then I pushed my hand down into her cleavage and then over and slightly under her bra. Again I started unbuttoning her blouse in spite of her saying no before but this time she offered no resistance, not to the first one I undid nor any of the others. As soon as she was unbuttoned she surprised me by sitting up slightly and removing both her blouse and bra. Her large breasts came into view with their large dark aureoles. I was in heaven and lowered my face to them so I could suck on them. I found her nipples to be quite sensitive and she moaned quite a bit as I sucked on them.

I wanted to feel her breasts against my naked chest so I stopped just long enough to remove my shirt and then push myself against her. The crush of her breasts into my chest was exquisite. By this time I wanted desperately to be in her but I figured that was definitely outside the part where I had to behave. I started kissing Cassie on her neck and then nibbled around her ear lobe. She moaned beneath each kiss and I could tell she was becoming more aroused. As I kissed her neck moving towards the rear of her head I felt her hand first touch my cock and then finally rub it a little. Then suddenly she was fumbling with my belt and finally undoing my pants. It seemed whatever resistance she had or had wanted had evaporated in our lust. Though she fumbled a bit she was able to get my undone rather quickly and when her hand first touched my naked cock I thought I was going to cum all over her that very second.

Then suddenly she pulled her hand quickly away and said, "No, I'm being bad."

I was shocked by what she said and had to think about it for a few seconds and then said, "Then I guess I'm going to have to spank you!"

A shocked look quickly came over her face and I thought I'd crossed a line. Then she whine, "Noooo, please don't."

"You've been a bad girl, now roll over!" I said this forcefully and quickly stood up and over her.

"I'll be good! I promise I will," she whimpered.

"Roll over now!" I commanded her.

She slowly rolled over and I was confronted with the fact that she was still wearing her pants. "Undo you pants now and push them down!" I was a little surprised by my words but it felt good too.

"I'm sorry," she whimpered. She rolled slightly to one side and undid her pants and then began to push them down. I interceded and grabbed both her pants and panties and pulled at them. It was a very awkward motion for her so she stood up and pushed them down and off and then lay back down over the bed we her ass out towards me.

"I really don't want to have to do this but you've been such a bad girl," I said sternly but it was also my way of getting into it. With that I reared back and gave her a good hard solid slap on her ass. It stung my hand as I'm sure it did her ass and she yelped, "I'm sorry!"

I continued to spank her, first one ass cheek then the other. She'd say "ouch!" each time some of it real and some of it put on but all of it effective. Her ass was getting noticeably red and she started whimpering, "Please, no more, no more, I'll be good, I promise I'll be good."

I thought for a second and said, "Stand up!"

Cassie slowly got up from the bed and faced me. "Do you promise to behave?" I asked sternly.

"I'll be a good girl, I promise." Her response was childlike in tenor.

"Good, now go into the bathroom and bring back the face cloth soaked in warm water and a towel." With head bowed Cassie went to the bathroom and shortly returned as she'd been commanded. "Now, get on your knees and gently wash my balls and ass."

Cassie looked at me momentarily as if she'd misunderstood me but knowing she hadn't. "Do it!" I said strongly.

She sank to her knees in front of me and applied the soaking face cloth to my hard cock and gently washed it. As she went down to my balls I moved my legs apart. Cassie tentatively pushed the face cloth back towards my ass. "That's right, do it." Because I had showed before leaving earlier that evening I knew I was quite clean but this was an erotic task I loved. Cassie for her part though tentative at first seemed to quickly grasp the situation and took to it. When she had dried me off I told her to get rid of them. She was briefly gone but when she returned I had sat down on the side of the bed.

When she re-entered the room I certain she thought I wanted her to go down on me. But as she started to kneel down I said, "No! I want you to finger yourself."

"Play with your pussy. Show me what a hot wet slut you are."

My language caught her a bit off guard but her surprise quickly melt into a grin as she moved her hand between her legs and pushed her fingers into her pussy.

"Spread your legs so I can see you better." She did so without saying a thing. I could see she was extremely wet as her hand slowly moved around her pussy and then she'd move a couple fingers into herself. As she did so I slowly stroked my cock. "Pinch your nipples!" I commanded her.

Cassie put her hand to her breast and lightly pinched one nipple. "Harder!" I commanded. "Pull on it hard and make it hurt a little!" She did so immediately and quickly emitted a soft "oh!" as she pinched her nipple.

It didn't take long for the top of my cock to become covered in pre-cum. "Get down on your knees and clean this off!" I said to her as I looked down at my cock. Cassie got down on her knees and wrapped her hand around my cock. The first time her mouth touched me it was as if just to taste but then she went back quickly and licked and sucked on me. I knew I couldn't take much of her doing that and I didn't want to come in her mouth, at least not yet.

I took her by her hair and pulled her head back and said, "Now suck my balls and then lick my ass."

"Oh no, I can't do that!" She replied.

"You can't suck my balls?"

"No, the other thing," she said meekly.

"Do I have to spank you again!"

As soon as the words were out of my mouth I realized that she'd actually probably like that but she stayed with the moment and said, "No sir."

"That's better." I spread my legs and Cassie first started by licking my balls and then gently sucking on them. As she did this her fingers moved to my ass and stroked me there. Then, quite tentatively, she moved her tongue from my balls over my scrotum to my ass. As much as I liked her doing that this was more an exercise in how far I could push her and she was delighting me.


Attraction



Again I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head back and said, "god you are such a fucking slut aren't you." I didn't wait for a reply nor did I want one. Instead I put both my hands along side her head and pulled her up and kissed those lips that had moments before been on my ass. As we again kissed I slowly guided her up and back onto the bed. As soon as she was in the middle of the bed I moved around so we were in the 69 position. I desperately wanted at her pussy and loved the idea of her gently sucking on my dangling cock. As I pushed my face into her pussy her scent rose through my nostrils and delighted me. She was soaking wet and I licked at her greedily. But because she's quite a bit shorter than me our attempt to do a true 69 was difficult and awkward so it was only briefly that we were able to suck on each other at the same time. Her clit was large and hard and I concentrated on it. I sucked it in and out of my mouth by keeping my lips over my teeth and holding her with my lips. I sucked on her clit as if it were a little cock itself and she responded quickly. I could almost feel her juices flowing out of her pussy and onto my face. It didn't take long that even had she been able to suck on my cock she would have had to let go because she was quickly approaching orgasm.

It felt like she was pushing her pussy into my face as I continued to suck on her. Then I pushed a finger into asshole and that seemed to push her over the top as I was sucking her clit and finger fucking her ass. She screamed out "oh fuck I'm cumming!" I'm sure I felt her gush a little as she came on my face and I did all I could to drink it in. I knew she was past her peak but she kept saying "oh yeah, oh yeah" as I continued to suck on her clit. I wanted her to cum again but I quickly decided that I wanted to be in her when she did.

I rolled off her and said, "Bend over the side of the bed," as I jumped up from the bed myself. Cassie quickly did that and as I position my cock as her pussy I slowly pushed into her. She felt wonderfully wet, hot and tight. As slowly as I entered her the first time I quickly thrust into her the second time and then the third and forth. I grabbed her hair and pulled on it as I slammed my cock into her pussy.

"Oh baby, you are such a good fuck!" I shouted at her. "You are my little slut aren't you!"

When she didn't reply I again said, "Come on honey, tell me you're my slut. Tell me how much you like me fucking you. Tell me how good my cock feels in you. You're my little slut aren't you baby."

Finally she said or actually more moaned, "Oh yes, I am your slut!"

"That's right baby, fuck me good. Show me how much your pussy loves my cock!" I said this as I slammed into her again and again with so much force that you could hear my thighs slapping against her ass and tits swayed rapidly back and forth.

Moments later I felt the surge from my thighs and said, "Oh honey I'm going to cum in your pussy, oh yes!"

She quickly replied, "Oh yes, cum in baby! I want to feel you cum in me."

I really didn't need any persuasion as my cock swelled in her pussy and then shot hard and hot into her. She must have felt me swell in her because she started yelping, "I'm cumming, oh god I'm cumming again!" I love mutual orgasms and this one was perfect. Cassie's cumming when I did seemed to help mine be stronger and last longer. Even when my orgasm subsided I continued to stroke myself in and out of her just for the pure pleasure of feeling her pussy surrounding me. Cassie seemed to be purring as I did this.

Finally I fell down next to her and wrapped my arms around her. We lay there for quite a while silently enjoying the glow of fabulous sex. Then I laughed to myself a little and what I thought was silently.

"What?" Cassie asked.

I hadn't thought she'd heard me but said, "I was just thinking how we didn't even work up a sweat."

"So?"

"Well I think we need to."

Cassie looked at me in disbelief and then with a grin on her face asked, "What do you have in mind?"

"A lot more of what we just did."

Cassie gave me a peck on the lips and cuddled back into my arms. I was really enjoying this with her when I heard he take a deep breath and sigh.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing," she paused and in those few moments I felt certain I was going to hear about a husband, boyfriend or other such person, "how long are you here for?"

"I leave tomorrow afternoon." She was silent so I said, "What?"

"I want to see you again."

Cassie knew from the start that I was leaving town and our huge age difference was obvious and I thought more than enough so our little fling would be just that and remain a delightful memory. Not only was I not prepared for what she said I was even less prepared to respond to it. Needless to say she had my attention and my thoughts.



Attraction



The crowd filled the club to overflowing, bodies packing the space. The din was almost deafening, a thousand voices all laughing and talking. I chose the path of most resistance and pressed on to the bar.

I ordered a Jack and Coke and turned to survey the room, my bored gaze briefly scanning faces and moving on. Suddenly, I stopped and backtracked, touching an intense gaze across the room.

His eyes held me. His lips tilted into an "I'm watching you watch me" sort of smile. I called his bluff and raised the stakes by lifting my brow and shrugging slightly. I turned to pay for my drink and when I looked back he was gone. I raised my glass and felt a moment of intense disappointment. The first sip of Jack Daniels warmed my throat, I closed my eyes and savored the heat.

When I opened them again, he was standing next to me. "What took you so long?" I grinned.

He grinned back at me, "It's crowded in here."

His voice was pure gravel and poured over me like hot rain, making me shiver.

"Are you leaving here with me?" he asked simply.

I stood up and looked back at him, "No." I shook my head. "You are leaving here with me." I sauntered to the door. I didn't have to look behind me I knew he was following. That visual hit and run across the dance floor had stunned us both, the attraction was immediate. 

I flagged down a taxi and as I sat down in the back seat, he leaned down and looked at me, "Are we really going to do this?"

I smiled and grabbed him by the jacket collar, brought his face to mine and pulled his bottom lip between my teeth. He fell in on top of me as the cabbie pulled away from the curb, our mouths hungrily pressed into our first kiss.

I unlocked my apartment door and stepped inside, he didn't waste any time pinning me to the back of the door. His kisses were sweet and silky. I could have eaten him alive.

He pressed his outrageous hard on against my stomach, sending shivers through the very core of me. I tugged at his jacket and pulled it off of his shoulders temporarily trapping his arms. I grinned, "Mmm, bondage."

He laughed and leaned in to bite my bottom lip, "You want to tie me up, Mistress?"

"All in good time....all in good time," I whispered, feeling more and more in control with every passing second. I pushed him away, surprising him with my actions. "Let me see what you've got. Get naked for me!" was my command.

He responded immediately, hurrying to get his coat and shirt off. "Wait!" I whispered again. "Let me help you with the rest." My fingers felt for his zipper and I slowly tugged it down, pushing slightly to feel the full length of his hard cock. I pulled down his pants leaving him naked. He was proud of his size and I loved every inch of it. I stepped back away, leaving him alone, naked, hard and vulnerable before me.

Just thinking that thirty minutes ago I didn't even know this man and now he was naked in my apartment, I could feel my sex readying for this encounter. "Stroke it for me." I whispered solemnly, "I want to see how big you can make it for me."

I walked over to the stereo and chose a cassette tape that was low and familiar, with a pulsing tempo that echoed the throbbing rhythm in my center. 

He had his hand wrapped around his meat and was slowly pumping his cock through it. I pressed myself against him and his fine, hard on. "Nice cock," I breathed against his ear.

He groaned and I laid my hand over his. I squeezed his cock and pulled all the while whispering filthy words in his ear. His legs were getting weak. I loved what I was doing to him.

I now controlled both his cock and his cum. With my slightest motion I could urge him to stroke at the pace that I desired. With the smallest pressure I could make him stop, just when I wanted, bringing him to the peak of excitement. My arousal grew along with his.

I took my other hand and felt inside my already damp panties, sliding my middle finger in with ease. I was so ready, so wet. My mouth pushed firmly against his ear, but there were no more words, just sounds.

I continued to control his hand firmly, not letting him stroke himself to completion. I wanted him to hear me cum, the sounds loud in his ear. In and out I fucked myself to my own enjoyment, knowing exactly where and how to touch myself. His obvious frustration increased my excitement, I could feel him wanting to move his hips as my grip on his hand tightened. Louder and louder my moans rushed in his ear as I felt myself tightening with intensity.

My back arched, my whole body stiffening as this wild ride brought me to orgasm. I pulsed on the floor, actually relaxing a bit now that some of the pressure had been released. I was surprised to feel his cum leaking over my fingers and down his shaft. He came, not with great spurts, but more like molten lava overflowing the crater. The upheaval of steamy liquid too great to remain underground.

I watched amazed at how with each throb of his cock more semen oozed out and flowed down over his sloped head and my tight fist. I looked up at him as the tension visibly dissipated from his stiff frame. "How did you do that?" I questioned.

He laughed or perhaps groaned, "You just let it take you, you don't pump and thrust, it just gets pushed up from the inside." He slid down the door frame and took a deep breath.

We leaned against each other, both spent and fulfilled, enjoying the reality of what had just happened. The intensity of focused pleasure had drained both of us, and the volume of his cum all over both our hands proved it. I watched as his cock continued to twitch, it may have temporarily lost its length, but my desire was already starting to rise again. Watching his hand still touching himself quickened my desire and I felt the beginnings of heat once again in the depths of my pussy. I wasn't done with him yet.

Rising languidly I smiled down at him, a knowing smile, an age-old female smile. I raked my mischievous gaze thoroughly over his naked body. His cock was jutting forward, communicating his interest in the most visceral of languages. I had enjoyed being clothed while he had been so fully exposed. There was a small and admittedly insignificant advantage to that, but one that made me feel all powerful, ultra-feminine and womanly. Suddenly my clothes felt confining, I wanted to meet him on a level playing field this time. I wanted to be stripped bare and as naked as he was.

I reached back and unzipped my dress, turning my back to him I grinned impishly over my shoulder and let it fall in a puddle at my feet. My skin tingled as the cooler air stroked over me, it felt so good, like a lover's caress. I slipped off my panties and tossed them aside. The liquid heated between my legs and I almost groaned as lust gripped the very center of me. I turned and watched him as I revealed myself slowly.

Other than the slight flaring of his nostrils, his face gave away nothing of what he thought about my curvy figure. His gaze darted to my chest when I drew in a deep breath, pushing my plump breasts out as I inhaled. His eyes stopped briefly at my nipples, which made them rise immediately. He knew I wasn't done with him and his breathing deepened as well. 

"Let's get you cleaned up," I whispered to him. His eyes never left me as I went to get him a warm, wet towel. I could have sworn I heard him breathe quietly to himself, "Great ass." I returned with the heat of the cloth in my hand matching the heat building inside me. "I want to watch you clean yourself," was all I needed to say to see his cock start to come to life again.

He wrapped the moist towel around his cock and started cleaning himself up and jacking himself off. I watched him enjoy every stroke and sensation, almost as much as I did.

I headed into the kitchen and poured us each a cold glass of water. Fucking is thirsty work when done properly. He followed me in after a quick trip to the bathroom. He was still gloriously naked, I'm sure a lot of men would have slipped on their shorts for comfort, not this luscious beast; he led the way with his semi-erect cock.

He took the glass I held out for him and downed it thirstily, "That hit the spot." He grinned and with one arm wrapped around my waist lifted me up onto my kitchen table. He parted my knees and stood between my thighs, tugging me to the edge of the table. His large hands slid from my ass, slowly up my back stroking and touching, his fingers threaded threw my hair until he cupped the back of my head. He kissed me; it was sweet and exploratory, his mouth wandering over me at a leisurely pace. I was enjoying every second of it. I tilted my head back and opened my mouth, an invitation for him to delve further if he'd like.

He pulled away just enough to look into my eyes and tenderly stated, " You are one hot little firecracker, you know that?"

I closed the distance between our smiling mouths for another soft kiss. "Does that make you the flame that sets me on fire?" I quietly responded as our lips met.

His cock was unfurling against me and I could feel him getting bigger. I pressed closer to better feel that silky erection as it grew. I moaned, "Just what I need."

He took my shoulders and gently laid me back on the table, I stretched my arms up and over my head, and my breasts mounded high on my chest. He raised both legs so that my feet were flat on the edge of the table and pushed my knees wide apart.

I arched my back, it felt so sexy to be lying there vulnerable and open to his every whim.

His fingers feathered lightly from the bottom of my feet over my calves, spending time on that often forgotten erogenous zone, the back of my knees, he stroked along my thighs until his fingers met at the apex of my legs.

I whimpered and lifted to him.

His hands moved to my breasts and began a delicate groping and squeezing, putting just the right amount of friction on my nipples. "Hard nipples make me stiff, baby," he whispered.

Keeping his hands there and adding a gentle tug, he moved his head between my open thighs and playfully nipped at my skin. I squirmed at the experience, enjoying it immensely, but anxious for his tongue to taste me.

Warm and smooth, his tongue got closer and I moved my hips so that my pussy would meet his mouth. The temperature of his breath and the knowledge that he would soon be entering me with his tongue sent a fresh sensation of excitement through me.

His tongue started low on my slit and worked its way slowly and passionately upward. The vibrations his tongue made when he moaned his satisfaction radiated inside me. I tried to tighten my thighs around his head, but he took his hands and pushed them wider open yet, leaving me all the more vulnerable and available to his mouth. His entire mouth now covered my pussy and the protrusion of his tongue in and out was taking me to a place that I had never experienced before. I wanted to cum with his mouth on me so badly, but I wanted this feeling to last and last. I knew we were going to have the fuck of our lives.

I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled his head back just to see my juices glistening on his face. He licked his lips and dove back into my creamy sex with enthusiasm. I pressed him closer and savored every stroke of his wicked tongue, stretching and moaning my appreciation of his efforts.

His fingers plucked at one swollen pussy lip, pinching gently and running that puffy flesh through his thumb and forefinger adding to the sweet sensations. Holding them apart he stiffened his tongue and fucked me with it. He was stabbing into my now drenched center again and again while he used his thumb to practically vibrate my clit.

I rose up off the surface gasping for air as I started climaxing hard, spasms ripped through me, he had to grip my thighs in his strong hands and pin me to the table to continue working over my cunt with his amazing mouth.

I screamed my pleasure and begged him to stop, "No more. Oh, please! God! No, more I can't take it!" Just as I manage to push him away my body clenched tight and I climaxed again. I groaned and dragged air into my depleted lungs at the same time he held me open watching my delightfully abused cunt squeezing and jerking.

The intensity of my orgasm left me a little weak and shaky; I looked up a little embarrassed to see him smiling down at me. "Nice." was all he said, with a big smile on his face.

"Nice," I repeated, "does not begin to cover it."

He laughed a nice deep rumbling sound and pulled my bottom back to the edge of the table. "My turn." He stated and with one smooth motion buried his cock in me.

I closed my eyes and felt every centimeter of his cock as it parted my flesh to rest balls deep in my cunt. I used my well toned inner muscles to grip him once he was well seated.

He laughed and groaned at once, "Damn, woman!"

I clamped down again, lifting to my elbows so I could see his cock in me. I looked up at him and saw that he was watching, too.

He started to move slightly and you could see my small inner lips drag against his cock as he pulled out and his nostrils flared. He pushed back in and did it again, as he did, I squeezed.

"Fuck!" he said.

"Yes." I grinned. "Fuck."

His cock pushed in until the head disappeared inside me...and then he stopped. I could feel his dick throb, pulsating with each beat of his heart, and my desire to be penetrated deeper grew stronger and stronger. God I wanted him to go deep, filling me completely. But he stayed still, allowing the intensity and the anticipation to build. Total focus and feeling was on his cock and I could feel it getting even harder, growing in girth and length. The feeling swarmed over me and I knew only another orgasm would allow relief, there was no way to stop my screams of pure satisfaction as they grew louder and louder.

I let this one take me, like pitching myself off the edge of a cliff. I closed my eyes and jumped, feeling the wind against my skin as I fall and fall, screaming with the primitive beauty of it. I collapsed on his hard cock, panting and crying out at the incredible feel of it.

He shoved deep inside of me and I arched into him taking all of the cock that I could get, urging him to give me more. It's such an erotic drive to take all the cock that a man can give you. I wanted to be absolutely filled with him. Our bodies pushed into one another, as if we were attempting to push right through to the other side.

"Cum for me, I want you to cum for me now." And I did, I wanted to feel that crescendo of driving powerful need swell in him until he couldn't hold it anymore.

He gave me everything I wanted that night. He came when I needed him to and as his body tensed, poised on the edge, I took that leap with him and together we flew.

Over the years we have often recreated our first encounter. It's the one anniversary we try always to celebrate. I wear a little black dress and walk through a crowded club, until our eyes meet. We talk quietly sometimes remembering all the other anniversaries, like the time I wore a little black maternity dress. I was expecting our second baby that year, and when he sat me up on the kitchen table we laughed so hard at the big belly in the way of our lovemaking. Not that it stopped us; we just had to make adjustments.

Walking through the crowded club, the music was so different and the clothes, too. My gaze scanned the crowd eagerly. I see his salt and pepper hair, so distinguished; I can't wait to run my fingers through it. I step to the bar and order a Jack and Coke. I feel my body moistening for this encounter.

He steps up beside me and I say, "What took you so long?"

He grins and the laugh lines around his eyes appear so handsome to me. "It's crowded in here." He observes. "You want to go home with me? My youngest just started college and we'll be able to fuck on the kitchen table all night."

I sauntered to the door. I didn't have to look behind me I knew he was following. The attraction was immediate and everlasting.



Attraction



This story is an entry for the 2014 Literotica Halloween Story Contest. Don't forget to cast your vote, and thanks for reading. 

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Vicki was practically on top of him.

Brian knew she meant it to be that way. She was crammed into the seat beside him. Her thick thigh was wedged against his. Every now and then, she'd wiggle a bit and give him a feel. It was driving him bat shit crazy. All she had on were those thin black tights. She had to freeze her ass off outside. Vicki probably planned that, too, wearing those tights to tease him. Either way, Brian was enjoying it. 

The back seat of the van was cramped, and he loved it. David was driving. His girl, Amber was in the passenger seat. The other couple, Aiden and Tara, had the middle seats. That left three of them in the back row of David's kid-mobile. Amber's chunky cousin, Miranda, was in the back with them. Brian didn't mind. The lack of room pretty much ensured that Vicki's tight little ass was halfway into his lap. Miranda could sit there all she pleased with her sullen face and bad attitude. 

The whole van was talking and laughing. That suited Brian fine. David was telling one of his stupid stories. Brian wasn't listening. He could tell Vicki wasn't either. When the van made a turn, Vicki wiggled a bit. He could feel the warmth from her crotch on his pants. If she wanted, she could've checked Brian's pulse through his jeans. She had to feel that thing poking into her thigh. 

Brian slid his hand over her leg. She brushed it away. Turning toward him, she glared with a grin. She was probably right. They were passing more street lights now. It'd be harder to fool around. Miranda already looked annoyed. It was in his veins though. Vicki had made sure of that. Right before the group of friends had left David's house, the blonde had attacked him in the tiny guest bathroom. She had stuck her hand down his pants, jerked his cock, and made out with him, while all of their friends were buzzing about the house getting ready. He imagined he could still feel the wetness of her pussy on his fingers. The girl had been moist before he even touched her.

Brian definitely hadn't forgotten that she was not wearing panties beneath those tights. 

They were pulling into the parking lot. Vicki put her hand on his leg when the van pulled over the curb, as though to steady herself. He knew better. That hand was right on top of the bulge in his jeans. He wished she'd squeeze it, just one good time. They never finished what they started at the house. Brian wondered how long he could stand it. Especially if Vicki was going to keep leading him on. 

Hot breath hit his ear. "I wanna fuck you in the haunted house."

Brian bit his lip as he watched the van pull into a parking spot. Vicki's lips brushed his ear. 

"First chance we get," Vicki whispered. "Take me some place and fuck me."

She looked away as though nothing had happened. Brian's cock strained against his pants. The door was sliding open and everyone was climbing out. He let out a heavy sigh when Vicki's warm ass left his leg. He stepped out into the gravel lot in a sex drunken daze. 

"This place is cuh-reepy," He heard Tara say. 

"Yeah, this neighborhood is sketchy as hell. Are you sure we aren't gonna get mugged and killed for real, Dave?"

David ignored Aiden's question. "Flyer says this is it. I haven't been to this one. 'Dungeons of Doom.'"

Aiden chuckled. "Why do they try so hard with the names? Like we all don't know it's electronic demons and rednecks in masks. What was the one last week? The 'Harrowing Horror'? So dumb."

"Just try it out you big bitch," David joked. "I'm just glad for a weekend without kids."

"Yeah, then it's costumes and candy all freakin' night long next weekend," Amber said with a sigh. 

David motioned toward the old structure. "This place is supposedly awesome. I read some reviews online. People were saying the props and the scenes are damn near movie quality. Top notch stuff."

"For twenty-five bucks let's hope so," Tara grumbled.

Brian looked at the huge building. The place did look run down. The dark corner lot that it was sitting on only added to it's eerie appearance. It had been a warehouse of some kind, that much Brian knew. All David had done was babble about the place the entire week. He hadn't really been interested in haunted attractions until Amber had talked about Vicki coming along. He watched the blonde as she walked ahead of the group beside Amber and Miranda. His eyes were drawn to her ass just below the hem of her jacket. The fabric of those tights was wedged between her cheeks. Each step caused a little jiggle. 

Brian blinked and sighed. He still couldn't believe what she'd said in the van. Vicki was apparently a freaky girl. She wanted to fuck in public. He'd never done that. Brian's whole body was warm. He couldn't stop thinking about it all. To hell with the stupid haunted house. That girl up there, the sexy blonde in the jacket, boots, and painted on tights wanted to fuck him silly.

The group made their way to the front doors of the place. There was a line that snaked back and forth in front of the old building. After paying for tickets, they joined the rest of the crowd, inching forward in the line for what seemed like an hour. A handful of workers in scary costumes pranced back and forth through the people, taunting and heckling them. For a while, Vicki stood with Tara talking and laughing. Her eyes kept cutting over at Brian. He made a point to give her the slightest grin, and he noted that she always glanced down, as if staring right at his cock. 

Soon, as they drew closer to the main entrance, Vicki came to stand with Brian. He'd been listening to some sports talk from Aiden. Football became the last thing on his mind when Vicki slipped in front of him in the line, pressing her soft ass cheeks against him. She tilted her head and glanced up at him. 

"You're warm," Vicki said. 

Brian noticed the way her tongue licked at the back of her teeth when she finished speaking. He leaned close to her ear. 

"And you're hot," He whispered.

The line moved closer to the doors and to the three costumed workers taking tickets. Brian and Vicki stood behind the group of their friends. He got a bit adventurous. Wrapping his arms loosely around her body, he snuck a single thumb into the waistband at the front of her tights. Vicki's body responded in his arms. Brian grinned and delved a little further. His dick throbbed when he brushed the soft flesh of her sex.

Vicki let out a tiny squeal. As Miranda turned around, she caught Brian jerking his thumb from Vicki's tights.

"Um, do you guys mind?" Miranda asked.

This caused their friends to look back at them. Brian became annoyed. 

"Yeah, I mind my business fine," Brian retorted. "Could you mind yours?"

"Whoa, chill out you guys," Tara said with an eyebrow raised. 

Miranda shrugged. "I'm cool. Those two might need a cold shower though."

Brian did not miss the nasty look from Amber.

"Brian, can you please try not to get my idiot sister knocked up?" Amber turned away with a disgusted look. 

As the group of friends began handing their tickets to the workers at the door, David slid between them and approached Brian. 

"Dude," David said looking back, "could you take it easy with all that stuff? Miranda already told Amber about you guys fooling around at the house, man. Just be cool, and try to enjoy the place. It's supposed to be badass."

Brian glanced at Vicki, who was handing her ticket to the worker, a short woman dressed as a bloodied nurse. He scoffed.

"Relax, Dave," Brian told him defensively. "We aren't gonna 'ruin' anything for you. It's not like it's a four course meal. It's just a cheesey haunted house thing with dumb plastic props and fake blood. It's all just a show. I think we'll all be okay, man."

Dave shook his head and went to stand by Amber. When Brian handed his ticket to the short nurse, he received a look that could kill from the woman. He joined Vicki by the doors, where the werewolf bouncer waited to admit them into the building. Glancing back, he saw the nurse still watching him in disgust.

Brian leaned close to Vicki. 

"Careful," he said. "I don't think the scary people are gonna let us out of here."

Vicki giggled as the group stepped into the building. 

****

The place was actually not bad. Brian was impressed with some of the actors. He and Vicki were walking in the rear of the group, which consisted of their friends as well as a family in the front. 

Walking in the very back made them targets. He lost count of how many times Vicki jumped on top of him when something crept up behind them and scared the daylight out of her. The whole warehouse was detailed. It looked just like a hospital. The actors were dressed as lunatics in straight jackets, zombie nurses, mad scientists, and other nuthouse characters. David hadn't been far off the mark. The makeup was superb. The scenes and props all looked incredibly real, from the electric chair and the guy with the bleeding eyes to the "hydrotherapy" room. He couldn't believe they actually had a girl willing to be tossed into a tub of ice water by four "mental patients".

"Holy shit, check that out!" Vicki was already pressed to the glass at a long window. 

Brian and the rest of the group joined her. He saw that the window wasn't the only one. The room was rectangular, and across the way in another corridor, he could see another group looking in. The room itself was dark, except for a single bright lamp in the center. Two rows of old metal framed beds lined the walls, each with a dummy or an actor struggling with their restraints. In one of the beds closest to Brian's group lay a man with the painted face of a clown. Their were even dyed red tufts of hair sticking out of his head.

The bed in the center, where the lamp was shining, hosted a gruesome display. It was a modern hospital bed. The "person" on display there was bloody and mangled. He had only stumps for legs which were wrapped in blood soaked gauze. His arms were tied down, and his entire head was covered by a cast. Brian peered in trying to get a better look. The detail was amazing. It was made to look like he'd been cut and peeled open. Brian could even see fake organs where the supposed skin was opened.

"That's gross," he heard Amber say.

"No, that's awesome," Aiden countered with a laugh.

All of the people pressed to the long glass windows looked on as a figure entered the room. The man, dressed as a wicked looking doctor-- but wearing a butcher's apron-- strolled casually to the center of the room. He went right to work on the "patient" that was peeled open on the lamp lit bed. The patient jerked and struggled against his restraints as the mad doctor pulled some obscure bloody organ from his open cavity. 

"Nice," David said. 

Brian seized the opportunity. He pressed closer behind Vicki and slid his hands down across her ass cheeks. His fingers groped until he felt her warm mound beneath her black tights. It surprised him that she didn't pull away, but rather pressed her round ass against his crotch. Going a step further, he slid his other hand down the front of her tights, right to her bare moist lips. Vicki wiggled at his touch. His fingers found velvet flesh. He glanced over at the rest of the group, but they couldn't see them nor were they looking. 

When he looked back at the scene in the window, he saw the doctor standing a few feet away in the room. 

The doctor was looking right at them. 

Brian froze. Vicki tensed in his arms as well. He was caught by the actor on the opposite side of the glass. He didn't want to jerk his hand from Vicki's pants and draw attention to them. He didn't know what to do. The doctor stood in the darkness and stared at them, his shoulders heaving. Brian only hoped there was too little light to tell what he was doing to Vicki.

When the actor turned his head and moved down the window, Brian breathed a sigh of relief. The masked doctor cast his menacing glare at others through the glass. Vicki turned to grin up at Brian. He removed his hands and turned to follow the other people.

The group was moving on. They rounded several corners, assaulted by screaming actors and motion activated robotics. Brian felt his hand being tugged and looked back to see Vicki had stopped. The rest of the group rounded another corner, while Vicki pulled Brian close. His heart skipped a beat. He felt his pants tightening at his crotch. 

"There's a door," she told him above the soundtrack of screams and organ music. 

Brian glanced back down the corridor and spotted a door marked, "Employees Only Do Not Enter."

He felt her hand slide across the bulge in his jeans. "Wanna see where it goes?" 

He actually got cold feet. Turning to see the last of his friends disappear, who were oblivious to their absence, he started to tell Vicki that they should go with them.

Vicki was already at the door. She twisted the knob and shot him a naughty smile. 

"Vicki!" He hissed. 

She was already inside. Grinning, he headed to retrieve her. The hallway they had stepped into was dimly lit. Brian had no sooner closed the door when Vicki was on him. Their lips met. Their tongues rolled. Whatever Brian was about to say fluttered from his brain. He reached low and squeezed two handfuls of Vicki's plump ass. She may as well have been wearing no bottoms at all. 

The two heard voices. Brian shot a look toward an intersecting corridor. 

"Shit, c'mon!" Vicki giggled. 

Brian couldn't protest. The two raced down the hall and peeked around the corner. There were three costumed actors with their backs turned heading the opposite direction. Vicki skipped across the opening. Brian could only follow. She'd already found another door and was easing it open. He glanced back nervously. His heart was thundering in his chest.

"Jesus, Vicki!" 

"Shhh! C'mon!" She hissed. 

The room they'd entered was black. Not just dark, but black. Brian could hear their breath and it was deafening in the silent darkness. His hand found Vicki's narrow waist. 

"We're gonna get caught," Brian whispered.

Vicki fumbled for the button of his pants in the dark. 

"That's what makes it fun," she said. 

When her cool hand clutched his stiff cock, Brian gave in quickly. They found each other's lips and kissed passionately. Vicki tugged at his shaft. He was near the point of exploding as it was. The thrill of being in public and having his dick out, in Vicki's hand, was arousing him like he'd never known. 

He froze when a light flickered. In the flash, he saw Vicki's smiling face. 

"I found us some light," she said. 

Brian winced when the light flashed again. It wasn't light. It was a strobe. Vicki had flipped the switch to theatric strobes mounted somewhere overhead. At random intervals they flashed. Each time, he saw beautiful Vicki in a different pose. Licking her lips. Tugging his cock. Kissing his neck. It was unsettling, but thrilling and sexy as hell. He felt for her jacket and pulled it away. She was left wearing the black and white tie dye sweat top. 

The strobe flashed. Vicki was pushing him back. His ass hit something hard. A table. Another flash. He saw the blonde leaning low, pulling at his jeans until both his throbbing shaft and his balls were free. Another flash. Vicki was squatting on her knees. That bulbous ass jutted out behind her. Brian saw his cock in her hands. 

It was dark when he felt the moist heat envelope his shaft. The strobes blinked like lightning, and he saw a frame by frame of Vicki's face with his cock swelling in her lips. She forced her head down until his tip touched her tonsils. In another flash, her lips were pursed around his fattening red head. 

Brian clutched her by the head with one hand and propped himself on the metallic table with the other. His ass clenched as he thrust into Vicki's mouth. He grit his teeth against the burn that was already searing the tip of his cock. The strobes struck again. Brian searched the door they had entered to see that it was still closed. They were still alone. God, he was about to....

Vicki stood. Her lips were on his in the next flash. His frustration became a carnal hunger. Brian found her tights and desperately tugged them over her ass cheeks. He bent low, guiding them down to her knees. The lights flashed, and a slender hand guided his head to her crotch. His nose grazed wet lips in the dark. Her smell hit him and he lunged into the flesh. Vicki clenched a handful of his hair and forced his face against her. The flashes became more frequent. Brian's anxiety had doubled. They'd been in there too long. Someone would see the light. Someone would find them. 

Brian had to act fast. He rose and spun Vicki by the shoulders. He all but shoved her down to the table. Vicki giggled and wiggled her hips. In the frame by frame flash of the strobes, Brian saw her round ass cheeks bouncing and jiggling from side to side. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and shot him a naughty grin. 

The sight of Vicki bent over the table was maddening. Brian slid his hand up the arch in her back and stepped behind her. He glanced back at the door. His heart pounded harder in time with the flicker of the strobe. With his other hand, he reached between Vicki's smooth thighs and cupped her pussy, rubbing the moist lips in his palm. It took seconds for his hand to get completely moist. His lip quivered as he stroked the fluid onto his cock. It bulged in his hand.

Vicki's budding lips felt like butter against his engorged tip. Clutching her round ass cheek, Brian leaned into her. The lovers gasped together when he slid in with ease. It felt too good to stop. Brian kept pressing until his balls mashed against her crotch. His cock throbbed hard inside of her, and he felt her body respond. 

His cock slid back easily, and he slammed it back into her. Vicki dropped her head and moaned. Brian did it again. His hands gripped the supple flesh of her ass and jerked her body against his own. Already he could feel it building. He wasn't going to last long. 

The flickering lights didn't help. In one flash he saw Vicki's hair frozen in mid air as it whipped around. In another flash, her innocent eyes peeked back over her shoulder under furrowed brows. She looked so damned provocative, so sexy. He gazed down in the next series of blinks and watched the stop motion of Vicki's bulbous ass bouncing off his hips. The soft flesh slapped his crotch, making him want to pull his own hair out by the roots.

Brian's knees were growing weak. He tried to stand rigid as he thrust into Vicki. He could hear his balls slapping against her. Vicki was getting louder, groaning and squealing and beating her palm against the metal table. As Brian frantically pounded his body against hers, Vicki slunk to the table. Her face and her chest were down, which caused her ass to jut up high behind her-- and allowed Brian's swollen cock to jam deeper. 

He couldn't take it. Brian started to loose control of his body. His legs shifted, his chest heaved, and his eyes rolled. Each thrust was somehow deeper, harder, more furious. Vicki's cries grew louder. Brian saw her bury her face in her arm. 

Brian slammed his hips into her thighs one last time. His cock swelled just before he exploded inside of her, and did not pull back again. He couldn't. It was unbearable to do anything but keep his spewing dick as deep in her pussy as he could. He moaned, slapped a hand down on Vicki's ass, and squeezed. The warmth grew inside of her with every throb of his dick. 

He felt like collapsing. His legs felt like noodles.He almost fell onto Vicki. Brian's spent cock was still buried in her moist hole. Her ass cheek was red from the smack of his hand. Vicki's head was to the side, her face on the metal surface of the table. Her eyes were closed. Her back rose and fell rapidly. Brian absently squeezed her ass as he gathered his weak legs beneath him. 




Attraction



Vicki rose on her elbows and swept her hair away from her face. She turned a grin upon Brian. He smiled back, admiring how cute she looked with her tongue pressed to the back of her teeth. Brian had noticed it was a habit of hers, something she did when she snickered. He couldn't believe what a thrill it was to have fucked her in public, in some room they shouldn't be in. Vicki's eyes shifted, and her smile faded. She saw something. Brian started to follow her gaze....

The entire room was flooded with blinding white light. Brian blinked. His eyes stung. Someone had flipped a light switch. Shielding his face he turned to scan the room. 

He remembered Vicki's yelp... then the scream that followed. Something stung him in the neck. Bewilderment flooded his mind. Brian slapped a hand over the side of his neck. He turned. It felt like he was floating. Numb. He was numb. He couldn't even feel it when his knees buckled. Brian fell away. He saw the figure beside the table. He saw Vicki stumbling away from the table, tugging at her tights.

The strobes were gone. Now the flashes came when he blinked, fighting to stay conscious. The strange figure in the apron. Vicki trying to run. An arm flying into her face. Vicki collapsing. 

The person... the man standing over him... the mask... table... cold... why... Vicki... help....

****

She blinked. The room was bright as hell. Florescent light. Her head throbbed like a tennis ball was bouncing in her skull. The soreness in her jaw may have woken her. Her fingers touched her face gently as she opened and closed her mouth. There was a clammy, nasty feeling at the crotch of her tights. Brian... sex....

The memories hit her like a speeding truck. Panic seized her chest. She glanced up into the most horrible face she'd ever seen. 

Vicki tried to scream, but the sound was weak, and she wound up coughing. Kicking her feet, she scrambled backward across the floor until her back hit the cold tile wall. 

"Oh hey, honey!" 

The man's voice was cheerful, but had a slight rasp. Vicki stared wide-eyed into the person's face. He was older. Much older. The tan skin of his face was scarred and pock marked. He had eyes so blue they looked grey. The mask... he wore a surgical mask. Vicki had seen him... the doctor... the actor!

The doctor glanced at his wrist, though he wore no watch. 

"Why, you were out for all of... fifteen minutes! I'm so glad you've come out of it!"

Vicki trembled and recoiled. She studied the ugly balding man fearfully. Long tangled grey strands of hair rimmed his spotted head. It had to be a trick. It had to be part of the show. She could tell he was smiling beneath the stained surgical mask when he spoke.

"And not a moment too soon, my dear."

The man stood. She recognized the apron, the black leather apron she'd seen earlier. Vicki studied him fearfully. 

"What's g-going on?" She demanded feebly. "Is this some kind--"

"You know, one of my profession doesn't always have access to the type of clientele one really needs to excel." The hideous man stepped slowly around the metal table in the center of the room. He acted oblivious to Vicki's words. "You just can't find good volunteers for the kinds of things I want to explore. It's all about will and knowledge, you see? And I wanted to tell you two how much I appreciate the wonderful and exciting opportunity you've given me tonight."

Vicki's eyes darted about the room. Moisture gathered in her eyes, even though a tiny part of her still suspected it was all a twisted trick. She thought of her bossy, rude sister. Was this her little scheme? David's? The man spoke with an air of normalcy, but the kindness in his voice seemed wrong. Misplaced. Or ill placed. To Vicki, it all sounded too much like mockery. 

The "doctor" stopped beside the metal table. He waved a single hand over the table top.

"Your friend here agrees with me," the doctor told her. "Why, he's volunteered himself as the initial subject!"

Vicki felt a cold twist of dread in her chest. She rose to her feet and looked at the table. Her horror was confirmed. 

"Brian!" 

Her scream was ragged and broken. She darted toward Brian's body on the metal table. Her right arm felt like it was nearly jerked from its socket. With a frantic glance back, Vicki was horrified to see the leather strap on her wrist and the chain that held her to the wall. In that terrible moment, her very mind snapped. Vicki wailed and sobbed at the sight of Brian's motionless body on the table, while she jerked with both hands at the single restraint on her wrist.

"I'm afraid he's not very responsive in his current state, dear," the doctor called to her politely. "It's the sedatives, you see?"

Vicki screamed until she was hoarse. She pulled on the chain in the wall until her body was so weak that she slid to the cold tile floor. Through blurry eyes, she watched the doctor as he sorted through objects on a cart beside the table. She screamed louder when he held a scalpel up to the light. 

"Don't worry," the masked man told her. "He'll still get to experience the sensations of being a part of something... wonderful."

The doctor replaced the scalpel on the cart. He strolled around toward Vicki, at which point she scrambled away from him as much as she could. The man bent to grab something from the floor. An extension cord, she realized. Why? What the hell was he doing? It was all a joke. A cruel trick. It was a stupid haunted house, that's all it was! 

"Please... please," Vicki sobbed. "We're scared, we're scared, you can let us go, please please please! Let us out!"

The doctor chuckled. His grey eyes studied her. "Scared?" He said. It was the first time he'd actually acknowledged her. "Honey, scared is just the idea. It's not the whole story."

Again he spoke with that false kindness. To Vicki it was menacing. The doctor squatted low and took her wet chin in his fingers. 

"Scared only works... if it's all, a part, of the show," The doctor recited slowly. "That's all this is! It's a show? Just a show, right?"

Vicki looked at him. A show? Was this all fake? Was Brian in on it somehow? David? Amber? It was a trick! Her idiot friends must have done all this. That's what he was say--

Her head whipped violently to the side. The knuckles had caught her right in the jaw. The backhanded strike made her dizzy. Wearily, she winced at the enraged scream in her ear.

"Are you enjoying the show!"

Vicki wasn't sure if her head hurt from the bellowed scream or the blow to her head. She tasted metal in her mouth, her own blood. Vaguely, she was aware that the man was walking away toward the table. Vicki coughed and spit red onto the floor. It was then she noticed the faint orange splotches on the tile. The man was fumbling with something on the cart behind her. She wanted to protest. 

The calm friendly banter began again.

"Well, if we're clear on the purposes and intent going forward in this procedure," the man said in a sort of sing song tone, "then I see no reason why we need delay. Hmm?"

Vicki turned her head. He had something in his hand. What was that thing? She saw him sliding up the sleeves of the stained and tattered undershirt that he wore beneath the black apron. The doctor reached over and flipped a switch. The room went black. She heard another switch. The strobes above flashed brightly. The doctor looked menacing before. In the frame by frame blinks of the strobes, he was a nightmare. He stepped forward and grabbed some sort of handle on the wall to her right. 

"Remember," the doctor said, "it's all just part of the show!"

In the flashing lights, Vicki watched the horrid man pull on the handle. She was shocked to see a whole panel of the wall slide away to reveal a long rectangular strip of glass. It was a window, Vicki realized. 

The startled faces on the other side of the glass looked all too familiar. They smiled and peered in at the dark room. The crowd covered their mouths when they beheld the scene. Some of them teased each other and laughed. Others pointed in at Vicki and grinned in amazement. 

The show. The haunted house. The stupid haunted attraction. Vicki cried out to them for help, but she knew it was useless. She had become just another very detailed scene.

She jumped and scrambled on the tile when she heard it. The whir and whistle of a spinning blade. A wave of cold dread shot down her spine. Vicki beheld the terrible man in the apron as he taunted the crowd. Swinging his arm, he skipped the blade of the skillsaw across the window. There were some kind of bars or rods across the glass, which sent sparks skittering about the room when the blade made contact. Vicki screamed. 

The man turned and stepped around the table. The crowd of faces reeled in horror, cheered the madman on, and cringed at what was about to happen. Vicki couldn't bear it. She turned away and tugged with all her might on the leather strap on her wrist. She couldn't even think. The whirring of the saw behind her drove her into mad fits of screaming. The shrill sound itself hurt her ears, and reverberated in her skull unbearably. 

The sound changed. The blade had slowed like it was cutting something. Vicki felt the warmth hit her clothes, her neck, her hair. Shaking her head and screaming, she planted her feet against the wall and pushed with all her might. The strobes flashed in her eyes. In wach blink of light, she saw the mist flying. The warm spray hit her cheek now. She tasted that nasty metallic flavor again. Her arms were painted red. Behind, she could hear the maniacal laughter of the doctor at the table.

The leather strap on her wrist slipped. A glimmer of hope took flame inside her. Gasping, she frantically worked at the strap with her free hand. The blood... it was helping... she was free!

Vicki scrambled to her feet. In the flashing light she saw the door. In her frenzy, she slipped on the wet tile and crashed painfully on her side. Her elbows throbbed. She struggled to catch her breath, but Vicki was up in a flash. She collided with the door, jiggling the knob and crying out in frustration when it would not open. Locked... the bastard had locked her in. 

"Where are you going, my dear?" The taunting, friendly voice sent chills through her body. "The procedure has only been started! We can't allow you to leave the operating room!"

Vicki beat her fists on the door and wailed in terror. Turning, she saw the doctor had resumed his gruesome show. The strobes cast their horrible lightning strike effects across the room, creating a nightmarish image that was scorched into Vicki's mind. His back was to her as he worked at the table. The screech of the saw seemed to never end. Occasionally, the madman would release the trigger and fling something at the glass, where the crowd still looked on. They laughed, screamed, covered their eyes, hid their faces in their boyfriend's coat, but all watched the scene as the doctor performed. 

Scanning the room, she searched for something. Vicki sobbed and felt along the walls, not daring a look at the table. She prayed there was another way out. The thought crossed her mind to attack the lunatic at the table. That thought was shattered quickly when the skill saw screeched out again. She couldn't bear that awful sound or the idea of coming close to that saw.

The wall moved... a door! She blinked for a second at the outline cut right into the wall. Then, she dashed into the darkness of the corridor ahead. Behind her, the doctor still yelled taunts at her. 

"You're leaving?" He called as the skill saw slowed and grew silent. "You haven't been properly discharged!"

Vicki charged ahead. 

"Not in there! You don't want to go in there!"

She saw the half open door ahead. It was the only place to go in the straight corridor. Gasping for breath, she burst through into the room beyond. Frantically, she searched the dim area, trying to figure out where to go. 

Vicki's heart sank. She saw the long windows that ran along two walls of the room. The rows of beds were all too familiar. There in the center of the room, a single lamp glowed. She couldn't look at the twisted figure on the bed. Vicki couldn't calm her breathing. Her heart felt like it would burst in her chest. She pulled the wet strands of hair from her eyes, but yelped and sobbed when her red soaked hands touched her face. 

Faces stared in at her. The people!

Dashing across the room, she flew against the glass and beat her palms on the window. The people on the other side jumped back... and laughed. Several peered in at her in awe. Some of the young women cowered in the men's embrace. One guy even tapped the window and made a fish mouth at Vicki. She screamed at them and beat the glass, smearing it red. 

"Help me!" She cried. 

The people looked on, entertained.

"You... you d-don't under... stand!" Vicki screamed at the top of her lungs between sobs. "You don't understa-a-and!"

It was useless. The people on the other side of the window weren't going to help her. 

She froze when she heard the whistling. The tune from the hallway made her tremble.

Vicki's eyes darted about the room. Beds. Small metal framed beds. That's all she had. She shot a terrified glance at the hallway. Without thinking, she darted toward the far corner of the room, the darkest area there was. Her knees hit the floor and she began to slide herself under the bed in the corner. It was her only hope. She shivered on the tile floor and waited. 

Gasping. Gasping. Vicki couldn't stop breathing so hard. She covered her mouth with her hand. She felt the warm blood on her face. She panicked. Blood was on the floor! She hoped the dark would hide the red streaks she had made on the tile. 

For several seconds, nothing happened. Silence. Something touched her back. Her eyes widened even more. Pressure again. Right in between her shoulders. Someone was on the bed. Of course they were. More actors... or murderers. She remembered seeing them earlier. Her heart sank as she remembered being on the right side of the glass, standing with Brian and her friends. That seemed so far away from reality to her now. Trying to stay calm, she peered out from under the bed toward the door she'd entered. 

Nothing. There was no one there. The faces on at the windows watched in anticipation. Vicki saw a girl point. Her eyes darted back to the door. 

Beaneath the row of beds, she saw a pair of feet step into the room. 

Vicki opened her mouth and bit down on her hand. She tried to breath through her nose. He was coming. He was coming. He was coming. He was coming. He was coming....

"Oh, now, where did you go, my dear?"

Such an innocent voice. It made Vicki quiver. A tear streaked her cheek. 

The black shoes moved. She watched them wide eyed. The doctor stepped between the rows of beds. She couldn't see his face. Just his feet. His legs. 

"Do we really need to play this game?" The madman cooed. "I promise you the procedure will be over and done before you know it. I could make it so you don't, feel, a thing."

Vicki recoiled when she saw his head. 

The doctor had bent over. He was looking under the beds. He'd find her. He'd find her. He'd find her. He'd find her....

The doctor rose. His boots scuffed the tile when he walked. "You'll have to forgive me, my dear. Your friend will have, eh... just a bit of a scar on his midsection. Sometimes these things are unavoidable. You understand I'm sure."

A rush of panic hit Vicki when he knelt down. He'd just stuck his head under a bed down the way... on her side of the room. 

The doctor's balding head turned her way. Vicki held her breath. 

He'd see her... he'd see her... he'd see her, see her, see her, see her, see her....

The doctor stood again. He was walking. Those boots kept getting closer. She had to do something. Vicki's eyes shot over to the bed beside hers. An idea formed in her head. It terrified her. 

"No need to be nervous, dear." 

The man knelt again, peeking under a bed across the way. Vicki wasted no time. She crawled on her belly to the next bed. She could only hope he didn't hear her. She froze when she had completely hidden herself under the bed frame. Vicki glanced at the man. He had flattened himself to get a better look under the beds on the opposite side of the room. 

Vicki crawled again. Every second her body was not hidden, she felt like a bright spotlight was shining on her back. Reaching the next bed, she looked back toward the doctor to see him stand. She heard people beating on the glass. Hot anger flared inside when she saw a young man pointing toward her bed. Vicki swallowed and watched the boots at the end of the room. 

She heard a loud sigh. The boots turned. Vicki froze in horrified panic when she saw the man walking briskly toward her bed. Squeezing her eyes shut, she waited for her doom. 

He'll get me... he'll get me... god, he'll get me, he'll get me....

The footsteps passed. They continued on. Vicki's eyes shot open. The man was heading for the door. She was about to let out her breath when the boots stopped by the door to the hallway. 

"I'm afraid the show has to continue, my shy friend." The man was giving up! "After all, I can't force the procedure upon you if it's truly not what you wish."

The faces at the glass watched. A few of them actually looked disappointed. 

"If it's your choice to commit yourself to this institution in here, I'll not stop you," the doctor went on. "I'll check in on you, my dear. Until then, know that you're in the best of company."

Vicki watched the boots disappear through the door. Her heart sailed. She exhaled, quivering beneath the bed. Her mind raced. How was she going to get out of this? Would that glass break? It felt almost plastic, like plexiglass. There had to be a way out. 

Something clamped around her ankle. Before she could react, Vicki was dragged out from under the bed. She screamed and clawed at the tile. The faces at the glass cheered. Searing pain washed across her scalp as someone jerked her upright by her blond hair. Her eyes, wide with terror, beheld the scene in the room. 

They were getting up. 

The people in the beds rose to their feet. A haggard man standing to her left regarded her with a bored expression on his face. The woman that squatted on the bed beside him licked her lips and rubbed her crotch through her tattered hospital gown. A bald man violently jerked free of his restraints and rose from a bed nearby. He shook his head and let out a shrill scream. When his head snapped around, his wild eyes shot right to Vicki. 

"Play... play... come to play...."

Vicki craned her head to look at the person clutching her hair.

"Playing... all playing... playtime...."

The voice was deep. Hushed. Menacing. Like the growl of a dog, the grumble of a lion. 

"Playtime... thumbs... all thumbs... naughty, naughty hands...."

Vicki saw the source of the voice. Red hair crowned his head. His face was pale. He was smiling... no, his face was smiling. It was paint. Smeared red nose. Dark eyes like a shark, the hollow stare of a predator. The knife in his other hand glistened. The faces cheered behind the glass. 

"Naughty girl... like thumbs...."

She saw his painted face. Now, he smiled wide, baring his yellowed teeth.

The group of lunatics closed in. Vicki screamed.

****

"That place was the shit," Aiden said. "Those fucking actors are badass. How did they find so many?" 

David spread his arms wide. "Did I not tell you? I do my research."

"I take my hat off to you man," Aiden replied. "Tara's gonna have nightmares dude."

Tara rolled her eyes. She stopped in the parking lot and glanced back at the warehouse. "Um... wait," she said. "Aren't we forgetting somebody?"

The group turned. David sighed and rubbed his sinuses. 




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"Seriously?" He complained. "Jesus, Brian's an idiot."

Miranda kicked a rock across the lot. "Yep. Saw 'em slip through some random door."

Amber's lips became a thin line. Once again, her sister was fucking up their night and jumping someone's bones. Amber glanced at Miranda. 

"Fuck 'em," Amber spat. "We're not their babysitters. Let them get a cab."

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