0 comments/ 8580 views/ 0 favorites Another Kiss By: littleboyblue It was the third date. She was excited. Very excited! The first date was "Are you as sweet as you seem?" and the second date was "I hope it doesn't end after this." By the look in is eyes, he shared her feelings that this was not the end, it was the beginning. The jazz bar was empty, and the couple made a strange sight, engrossed in each other, huddled together, oblivious to the World around them. Sarah Jones was singing on a CD..."Come away with me, in the night" They had met straight from her work, so it was only 6:30 PM, maybe a little later. Time was not on their minds. The date had started with an embarrassed kiss, as they both tried to act casually and not let their passions carry them away. But as they chatted, they both felt that wave of recognition that they were both falling –again! She loved that sense of inevitability, like a skier on a ski jump who sets off and hurtles downwards, with no chance of stopping. She had been hurt a few times, sure, -who hasn't? - but the passion and the thrill of racing down that slope made her forget the hard landings she had before. She sat back as he was talking. She was half listening to him, but her eyes were milking in his presence. He was so cute, she loved the way his hair hung around his eyes, loved the way his eyes smiled at her, loved... everything about him. "Slow down!" she told herself. "You'll get hurt again" But her inner voice was drowned out by the tingling throughout her body, and the delicious intoxication she felt in her head, like she had maxxed out on too many Chardonnays. She had drunk one glass, well, two, and as the wine relaxed her, she savored the moment of realising that she was going to love loving this man. His eyes looked back at her. He was animated and telling her some anecdote. She wasn't listening. She was drinking him in. Her mind was a riot of a thousand multicoloured thoughts jostling for attention. He finished his story and she smiled and laughed with her mouth open, though she had not listened to anything he had said. A silence descended between them. Her mind had already raced ahead to how the evening would end. She had told herself to take it easy this time, but when she drank in his smile, she wanted to have him right there in the bar. In the silence, they both tuned in to the lyric: "I want to wake up with the rain falling on a tin roof, while I'm safe there in your arms, so all I ask is for you to come away with me in the night" The silence descended on both of them for the first time. Before this moment they had so much to say to each other, and now there was a pause. An awkward pause. She wanted to ask him to come away with her. She wanted to ask him to stay the night. She wanted to go to sleep with him in her arms and stare at him the whole night so she could see his eyes when he opened them in the morning. She wanted... him. "Do you want to come away with me in the night?" She stared at him, half shocked. He had said exactly what she was thinking! She did not answer, but simply drained the rest of the Chardonnay and picked up her purse, ready to leave. He paid the bill without exchanging a further word, and they walked to the door. A taxi was approaching and he hailed it. They climbed in. The driver asked her partner "Where to?" He turned to her, and as she looked into her partner's eyes, she flashed him a look that asked him to decide where they would make love. He nodded at her, so she instructed the driver with her address. She felt a little uneasy for the first time. What if he was an axe murderer? He reached across with his hand, and gently held her hand in his. A simple act? Yes. But it could not have had a greater effect on her. It reminded her of how gentle he was. It reminded her of the touch of another human being on her flesh, and how much she longed to feel him touching her all over. It reminded her that he had feelings for her too. She moved her face nearer to his. He strained forward a little. Imperceptibly. They stared into each others eyes with a longing for intimacy. She parted her lips. Another Kiss Ch. 02 As his lips touched hers, the taxi went over a pothole, and they both lurched forward, crashing into each other. They laughed about it then, as they would laugh about it later, when they recalled their "Pulp Fiction" moment, as they called it, recalling the scene where Vincent accidentally shoots Marvin in the head, after their car went over a bump in the road. They laughed in the taxi, and the tension disappeared and he waited till she stopped laughing and took her head in his hands, leaned towards her, half closed his eyes, and planted his lips on hers. This time, the only distraction that he felt was his heart pounding with anticipation, and his hand becoming moist as he held her hand in his lap. He felt her kissing him back, lips competing to explore each other, tasting her mouth, moist with sexual desire. He so wanted this to go well. His mind was exploding with a thousand ideas all at once. Would he live up to her expectations? Would she be as nice as she seemed? Is she really unattached or had she got someone else "in tow"? He felt his stomach fluttering and his whole body tingling. The touch of her body on his was causing him to feel the first stirrings of interest in his cock, and he gripped her hand tighter in his lap. She pressed her hand against his, and their hands rubbed up against the swelling in his pants. This was so exciting for him, and he felt his cock throb as a surge of blood stiffened it some more. He withdrew his head a little, and looked at her. She was looking him full in the eyes, while holding her hand in his in his lap. He smiled that smile with his eyes that she loved so much, and he looked at her body, undressing her with his eyes and marvelling at how her body was so different to his own. He knew he would soon see what soft curves lay under those outer clothes, and the sense of certainty was so exciting it tortured him with a delicious sense of expectation. The taxi driver looked in the rear view mirror. It was earlier than usual to see couples entwined on back seat. Alcohol plus lust equals distracted passengers. But these two were not drunk, they were in love. He could tell. Eating each other's faces was one clue. She was rubbing her boyfriend's cock through his trousers, that was another clue. They always thought the taxi drivers couldn't see. But the drivers looked. And they saw. And they said, nothing. "$16.50 mate!" announced the driver as they pulled up at the destination. This startled them, as they had been engrossed in a passionate embrace. He paid, she got out, she opened the door, he watched her walk in to the apartment, savouring her feminine form framed in the doorway. He followed her in. She shut the door behind him. He watched her drop her bag in the doorway, lean against the wall, and hold her arms out to him. He embraced her and started kissing her neck passionately. He was aroused now, and his short breaths sounded in her ear as his kisses rained down on her throat, her shoulders and her cheek. He felt her unbuttoning his shirt. First button. Second button. Third one was troublesome for her long nails. "Dammit!" she muttered, as she tugged at the obstinate button, before it too yielded to her fingers He felt the shirt tugged out of his trousers and the cool rush of air across his shoulders as she yanked the shirt off his body, revealing his bare chest, which she too kissed feverishly, sucking and biting at his nipples. In a moment, the shirt fell to the floor, and he felt his waist tighten, as she undid his belt buckle, and in a moment, she reached inside his pants and cradled his cock in her hand. He flinched with the pleasure, as she slid her hand over the head of his cock, gently pumping it. He tried to unbutton her top, but she helped him and simply lifted it over her head, revealing a pretty white bra, and two breasts, looking so inviting to him. The light from the hall cast a shadow over her cleavage, and he watched her breasts wobble each time she moved her head which was tormenting his nipples in turn. Later he would recall this detail amongst all the passion, the way her breasts looked imprisoned in their soft white harness, half free, half restrained. But for now he buried his face in her breasts, trapping her against the wall, the two of them so consumed with lust that they had barely made it one yard into her apartment. She was helping him, so as he reached behind her to remove her bra, she stopped caressing his cock, and her expert fingers undid the clasp behind her back in an instant, and he gently slid each strap over her shoulder one by one, before pulling her bra free, letting her breasts fall free. He gaped at her for a moment, but she was on her knees, dragging his trousers down, then his pants, so that his cock bobbed free and pointed up at her, like the angle of a hook on her hat stand that he studied intently as her lips alighted on his cock, and he felt her mouth full of hot wetness that made him feel so like a man. He steadied himself against the wall, as all his blood was rushing away from his head, and he felt dizzy with excitement and passion. She was as horny as he was, and he looked down, and saw her hair rhythmically swaying as she took his cock in her mouth, he noted the curve of hips, the soft light on her thighs, the gentle down on her back, and the shoes still on her feet. He lifted her by the shoulders, raised her up, kissed her to taste his own pre cum on her lips, and with one arm around her shoulder and one around her hips, lifted her clean off the ground, and carried her down the hall. "Where's the bedroom?" he asked, breathlessly.