Cutting to the Chase

August 1, 2008

A couple of Sunday nights ago I got a wild hair and decided to go clubbing again. And, of course, I went back to the one place I was fairly comfortable I could find a bit of entertainment.

I walked in and meandered about for a few minutes. A couple of women dancing together invited me to dance with them, so I did. Within a few minutes of my joining them on the floor, we all three started making out. Even after some hot and heavy dancing, though, I just didn’t feel any real chemistry with them, so I bowed out and told them I was going to get a drink.

As I headed up to the bar, I saw her out of the corner of my eye, dancing with another woman just ten feet from me. She hadn’t seen me yet, and I wasn’t sure what the etiquette was for this kind of situation. Do I just walk up and cut in? Do I pretend to ignore her and hope that she doesn’t see me? I didn’t like that option, since I would love to have her again. I decided just to order a drink and stand there and wait for her to see me. So I got my drink and watched her dance.

Her moves on the dance floor mimicked what she was capable of in the bed – very fluid, very…erotic. And though I wasn’t going to be disappointed if I went home without someone to play with tonight (I was here primarily to let off some energy), I couldn’t lie to myself, my mind was entertaining thoughts of what it’d be like to have her between my legs again. She reminded me of Marina from “The L Word,” though her frame was a bit smaller. She had the same facial structure, same color hair, and even a hint of the same accent when she spoke, though.  And she had the same drive to fuck.

Finally, she turned around to allow her partner to grind up against the back of her, and she noticed me. She didn’t miss a beat; she just fixed her eyes on me and continued grinding away with her mirror. I took another couple of sips of my diet Coke, and enjoyed the visual stimulation of watching her and her partner move against each other.  I could tell she was getting off with me watching her dance; that grin she has gave it away.

As I got done with my drink, I sat it down and started walking toward the bathroom. I watched her out of the corner of my eye (and she knew I was watching her), and sure enough, she said something to her dance partner and headed back to the bathroom, following me.

I walked in and waited, knowing she’d be coming through the door. When she did, she grabbed me, pushed me against the wall and began kissing me. I kissed back, as she grinded herself on my leg. The other women in the room seemed oblivious to what was going on. That was understandable, though; just about every time I’d come into the bathroom, there was at least one pair of women tongue fucking each others’ mouths, either against the wall, in one of the stalls or even on the counter. And this was only my third time here.

She grabbed my hair and pulled my head to one side, and began kissing her way down my neck. The kissing turned to biting, lightly at first, but then it got serious.  “You’re going to make me cum doing that.”

“Okay.”

“Do you want to go somewhere again? My place? Yours? The fucking parking lot?”

“If you want, sure.”

I grabbed her hand and pulled her with me as we headed out to the parking lot. As we headed to my car, she caught me off guard, “We need to talk for a minute.”

“About what?”

“I need you to know that I am not looking for a relationship, even a permanent fuck buddy kind of thing. I just got out of one, and I can’t do that right now. I don’t want you to misunderstand my intentions.”

“I’ll be honest with you, I am not looking for anything other than a recreational fuck either. Seriously. I came here just to let some steam off, and here you were. If you’d rather not…”

“No, no, don’t get me wrong. I’ll take you home and rock your world. I just want you to know what I’m about right now, that’s all.”

“Okay. I think we understand each other.” I kissed her. “My name is Alexa, by the way. I was thinking the other night, I have no idea what your name is.”

“My name is Chase. Nice to meet you, Alexa.” She extended her hand out as if to shake my hand. I took it and pulled it down to the the snap of my pants.

“I like the way you think.”  Let’s go in my car, to my house.  We don’t have to worry about disturbing the neighbors there.  I have a feeling we’re going to be…loud.

We drove to her house, located a good fifteen minutes from the club. It was an actual house, too, not a smallish apartment like I had. Not that we needed much room. We just needed some space on the bed, the couch, the floor, or whatever. During the drive over, I had my hand down my pants, masturbating.
She asked, “Can’t you wait?” as she reached over and put her hand over mine, helping me, with only my pants separating us.

“No.”

We didn’t say another word on the way to her house. Each time we stopped at a traffic signal, we just looked at each other, knowing what we’d be doing in just a few short minutes. The sexual tension was excruciatingly palpable.  If the car had been able to drive us home on autopilot, I know we’d have been in the back seat fucking the entire way.

We got to her house, walked in the door, and recreated our initial entry into her place much like we did last week at mine, pushing each other against the wall, pushing our tongues down each others’ throats, and allowing our hands to wander along and around the curves that are found only on another woman’s body. I undid her shirt and found her erect nipples with my teeth. She wasn’t wearing a bra tonight, not that her perfectly formed 34Bs remotely needed such a thing. She had taken advantage of my unbuttoned jeans and already had her fingers in my cunt, thrusting in and out like a small cock. The palm of her hand was pushing against my mound, and the pressure on my clit was enough to push me into orgasmic overload. I have trouble standing when I cum – my orgasms are almost always intense, and they just drain me of the ability to maintain anything resembling composure. I got weak and pulled back for a minute. “Let’s go find the bed.”

We headed back to her inner sanctum and found her perfectly made bed. As I finished removing my pants, Chase was biting me on the back of my neck and pinching my nipples tightly with her thumbs and forefingers. It occurred to me that she seems to be the type that can be as rough as I like to have it, so I shared my safeword with her and told her she could do whatever she wanted, as rough as she wanted until I uttered that word.

“Christ, that’s off the chain. I hadn’t thought of a safeword for regular sex before, but I like that idea.” She then gave me a safeword that she’d use as well.

We crawled into her bed, naked, wet with perspiration, and with our hands all over each others’ bodies. I ended up on the bottom, and Chase crawled on top of me, kissing me vigorously, then leaning down and biting my nipples. And in this case, I don’t mean nibbling on them – she bit them. That sent little shockwaves through my body. “Ooh, you like that, don’t you?”

“Fuck, yes. Bite them harder.”

She wasted no time complying, and I moved my hand to my crotch and began masturbating myself as she bit deeply into my nips. I’ve always been a little bit of a pain slut, and I enjoy the rush I get when someone inflicts pain on me while we’re fucking, either through biting, slapping, or spanking. As I rubbed my clit, she moved her focus to the soft meaty flesh of my tits themselves, biting into them hard enough to make me concerned that she’d leave marks. “Don’t leave any marks. That doesn’t fit well with work.”

“Oh, really?”

It occurred to me she’d probably think that I was a stripper, since that’d be about the only common job one would have where the appearance of your naked boobs was of any significant concern. If that bothered her, though, it didn’t show; she went back to chewing on me. Within the space of a couple of minutes, I came, and came hard. I have yet to have a bad orgasm with this woman at all, I thought to myself.

As I came down, we just laid there with her on top of me, her hand playing with my hair. It felt so good to have a warm, sensual body lying on top of me. She had a slightly lavender scent about her, one that I found slightly intoxicating. She began running her hands over my body and then moved up to kiss me. It started out softly, and gradually evolved into an intensely passionate tongue fucking of each others’ mouths again. We playfully bit at each others’ lips, tongues, even the skin of our cheeks. It’s amazing how your breathing sounds when that’s the only noise being made, and you’re engaged in an activity that requires you to modify your its rhythm as you interact with and counter someone kissing you.  You intersperse those sounds with the tiny grunts and groans you’re making, those little subtle communications you’re exchanging with your partner…it just becomes so intensely erotic.
After a few minutes of this I rolled her over, climbed on top of her and began kissing my way down the side of her face and her neck. She pulled her hair back to allow me better access. I know how much it turns me on to have someone kiss me behind my ears, so I spent some time focusing some attention there as well. She moaned lightly and I took that as a sign of enjoyment. I continued working my way down her chest, using my tongue to paint her skin with a thin trail of saliva, stopping on the way to lavish some attention on her tits.  I would grab her nipples in between my teeth and pull back until they were taut, and then let go.  That buildup of pain, followed by the sudden release sends pre-orgasmic sine waves through the body, and her quick little puffs of breath when I let go each time let me know that she was feeling each wave.

As I got closer to her cunt, I could smell the musky scent of her sex. The scent of someone’s pubic area has always turned me on - there’s just something so primal and animalistic about it. The closer I got the more she writhed in anticipation. She had her hands on my head trying to push and pull me into her, but I teased her by moving out from under them and focusing some attention on her thighs, lightly biting the soft tender flesh just a few inches away from her sacred spot, making her wait for me to get around to opening her little flood gate. When my tongue finally made contact with her clit, she let out a deep, guttural moan.

I spent several minutes lavishing a wealth of attention on her special button, her pussy, her thighs, and then made my way to her back entrance. I know she likes anal play as much as I do, so I wanted to use that to my advantage.  “Roll over and get on your knees, you little slut.” She complied and I crawled up behind her and began rimming her, and biting her ass. I stuck three fingers into her pussy and probed her tight little asshole with my tongue, fucking it rhythmically in synch with my finger penetrations of her cunt. She reached under herself and began masturbating, and pushing back to meet the force of my penetrations. I stopped for a second and slapped her ass as hard as I could with my open hand, eliciting a loud yelp from her, then went back to lavishing attention on her nether regions. Her orgasm was so intense that she literally hurt my fingers with her contractions.
We spent the next three hours alternating between tongue-fucking every orifice we could find on each others’ bodies in every position conceivable, and just enjoying the touch of another sexual human being. “I really enjoy being with someone who can match my intensity. That is rare in my experience.

You really know your way around the erotic spots on a woman’s body.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you enjoy me. I’ll echo your thoughts because I’ve only been with one other woman who is as engaged as you are.”

“Who was that? Anyone I know?” she asked, with a quirky smile on her face.

“I doubt it! Haha! Unless you know my girlfriend.” Chase’s eyebrows rose a bit.

“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend. I just assumed…”

“Don’t worry about it. She’s in Florida, and we have an open relationship. She doesn’t care if I play around.  God help us if the three of us get together.”

She laid her head down on my chest and we rested for a few more minutes. “Your heart is beating so fast.”

“A good fuck does that to me.”  I leaned down, tilted her head up with my finger and kissed her lightly on the lips.

“I need a shower. Would you like to join me?”

“Oh, hell, yeah.” She grabbed my hand and led me into her bathroom, where she turned on the water to warm up and then we hopped in. We spent another 45 minutes running our soapy hands across each others’ bodies, kissing, biting, and just playing around with one another. The freedom of the experience was overwhelming to me in many ways, and I found myself mentally making notes about my feelings here vs. what I experience with clients. It is truly different in a great many ways, and I can’t see myself conflating the two worlds any time in the near future.  That has been one of my biggest concerns about the work I do.

We finished up our shower, got out and dried our hair. We got dressed and she drove me back to the club to pick up my car. It was almost 4 AM, and even though I was physically exhausted I was on a mental high. I couldn’t quite place my hands on where it was coming from.

She pulled up next to my car and I opened the door to get out. I turned to thank her for a wonderful night, but she had already gotten out and was headed over to my side of the car. She extended a hand to me and helped me out, then pushed me against the car and began kissing me deeply again. She grabbed my hair and forced her tongue into my mouth with the same intensity she had when we were in mid-fuck in her bed.

After a good minute of intense, hands-all-over-each-other passionate kissing, she pulled away. “Thank you for a very hot night, you gorgeous bitch. Give me your cell phone.”
I reached into my purse and pulled out my Blackberry and handed it to her. She entered some numbers and hit the “send” button (after figuring out which key it was! lol). “There’s my number. If you ever need someone to spend some time with, call me. Any time.” She gave me another quick kiss and walked over to get into her car.

“The feeling is definitely mutual. Good night, Chase.”

I drove back to my apartment and crawled into bed and relived the experience in my head in various little vignettes until I passed out and drifted into lala land.

Alexa Dicarlo

Alexa DiCarlo was an erotica writer at best and a fraud at worst. But whatever he/she was created quite the controversy. Here are a few of his best pieces...