MMCH1 In The Shadows

Chapter One – In the Shadows
      The clock ticks slowly as seconds pass into minutes, closer & closer to midnight; lust slowly licks up the neck of lovers waiting to meet. Air from the ocean sweeps upon lands breast & lands upon the wall of a nightclub where a fair-faced woman waits to meet someone. Patiently she leans against the wall, waiting. Standing outside shivering as the salty wind pushes up her skirt lining, tickling her senses. She has been stood here, outside this cocktail bar since eleven o clock. She is waiting. Waiting for him to arrive. He is her lover. She is his mistress. She is anxious. She is excited. She hasn’t seen him in a while, its been a long few hours since they last enjoyed the pleasure of each others body. She is excited, in more ways than one... She has been waiting for him to arrive for a while, she doesn’t mind, she knows he is usually late. She knows temptation’s grasp upon her will prevail. She has been saving herself for him, simmering over with lust over the last few hours. If he doesn’t arrive within a short while temptation will take her from the thighs upwards until she screams, even in this alleyway alone it would take her & make her moan out whatever comes to mind as her fingers would eroticise her desires.
He is late, & becoming more late by the passing seconds. Temptation is beginning to boil in her blood, her fingers become more tempted to touch up her thigh & finger the black lace underwear. To slip undone the buttons of her blouse, caress her nipples, they grow hardened in her bra, still she waits in the cold with temptations tongue biting her neck. She wants him, to touch her in ways so sexual; she may end up doing herself if he doesn’t arrive soon. She knows she can’t last much longer without giving into temptation.
  
  Her hair is long down her back & the colours of it shimmer in the light of the street lamp. The passion inside her grows with each moment. The temptation grows near unbearable for her to stand. Taking her phone from her little bag she sends him a message, to ensnare his lust entirely into her, to ensure he gets there just that little bit faster. Thoughts of her lover escape her & she begins to lust after the erotically charged sensations that would continue tonight, her lust for him becomes over powering, she decides she can no longer withhold the temptation within herself. The tension at the tips of her thighs becomes too difficult to ignore, she must give into temptation, to touch herself. To relieve the tension within her moistened pussy. Thoughts of sending him a message escape her as she quickly placed the phone back inside her little bag once again. She begins to tease her wet pussy. Her hands wander to the rim of her skirt. She remembers the last time. She pleasured herself in public. Just how much more exciting it was with the increased possibility being caught. The street is deserted. She is wanting him. Wanting him. An intense level words couldn’t even begin to describe.
Orgasmically charged, she slips into further shadow of the alleyway, where prying eyes cannot catch glimpses of her & her pleasure.

   The shadows in the alleyway are dark, they should easily conceal her body & consume it in shadow; she begins to take greater pleasures in her thoughts of her lover. She falls back against the wall unable to withhold the pleasurable sensations that have grown inside her since they last parted. She rips off a few buttons on her blouse accidentally not realising she has done so; the temptation has consumed her she cannot wait any longer. Her legs are shaking, sexual temptation as well as the icy breeze running up the insides of her legs & thighs. She slips her hand up the insides of her legs so fast she beats the hands of the wind, which seeks to increase her pleasure. Her clitoral muscles are tingling & becoming ever more excitedly wet as she feels her fingertips run over her thighs moving upward toward the erotically charger pussy she claims as her own. She bites her lower lip as her fingers gently touch the moistened area through her lace underwear. She moans gently & her breathing becomes slightly erratic as the erotic thoughts of her lover & herself flow through her mind making her evermore horny, the sensations she gets from finger tipping her underwear are no longer enough to feed the hunger of her sexual arousal, her fingers almost rip off her underwear as she thinks more of her lover & his experimental ways of fulfilling the sexual desires of himself & his lover.  Her fingers corrupt the moistened clitoris. She finds herself wishing that her lover would corrupt the pussy she is stroking so vibrantly whilst thinking of him. He would no doubt be hardened by thoughts of her pleasuring herself publicly, let alone if he were to see her doing something so intimate publicly while thinking of him.

  Wanting her lover there she slips the other hand inside her shirt to caress her hardened nipples. She moans a little louder, she finds herself not caring but still bites her lip to muffle the moaning, she imagines him fucking her against the wall she is against passionately, grinding her into the wall as he thrusts deep inside her wet pussy. Her fingers move erratically teasing the freshly shaven skin into orgasm. She shakes & thrusts the fingers inside herself, rubbing them a little faster inside herself with each slippery push. She moans from the pleasure she withheld for so long. She once again imagines him pressing her against the wall remembering how his lips & biting burn into her skin with erotic lust as hey move up & down her neck. The shaking of her legs increases in the tension within builds more & more making it harder to withhold the screaming moans she would love to release screaming his name, she rubs her self increasing faster as her thoughts of her lover become more & more sensual lost the erotically wild sex consuming them both.

Suddenly she feels vibrations on her leg as the mobile phone in her pocket rings the sound of ‘aero zeppelin – breed’ as a ring tone. She shakes & takes the hand from her breasts to take the phone & read its message.

         “I can see you from where I stand; I must tell you that the sights I’m seeing are indeed exciting. I’m going to stop texting you now & come over. Hope you don’t mind me joining you as you ‘pleasure’ yourself. You should be aware that where your fingers pleasure you as you read this message is where I’m going to be heading first.”

She stops abruptly, bites her lip teasingly as she waits for him to arrive closer to her. Her thoughts don’t wander from her fantasies of them together until she sees his shadow move towards her showing his face from shadow. The thoughts disappear from her mind as she sees him walk across the street to where she has been moaning. He smiles devilishly & she wants him, more than before she knew he was there. He pressed against her, hard pushing her roughly against the wall, she puts his hands to her waist. He slips his hands to her back & put them swiftly on her ass within the closing of her eyelids for a meeting of their lips. Pulling away from the kiss reluctantly she says
“Missed you”
Her voice has a dark sensual tone to it, resonating the moans to which he heard over the street. Rubbing her leg against his, letting him know she wants him, right there, right now. Her hands move teasingly down his chest fingernails digging in slightly & teasingly. She goes 90% of the way to kissing him wanting him to take the 10% himself. When he does & their lips collide she pulls him closer & forgets teasing & moves straight to running her hands down to his jeans & undoing them as fast as possible. He pulls away from her lips for a moment before saying,
“Really? It doesn’t show…”
His voice trails off with an equally dark tone matching hers but with an edge of sarcasm tone to his voice.
“…Much”
She shivers at the sound of his voice feeling her self become evermore wet at the tops of her legs where she wants him to be.
She undoes his jeans at the fastest pace she has known. As she does this she thinks of doing this on the kitchen side later tonight. She pushes his jeans down to his ankles & rubs her hand against an area that feels remarkably hard at that particular moment. His hips move forward slightly, pressing his area unimaginably close to her moistened area. She moans pulling him closer. Kissing him briefly before his lips decide to wander to her neck teasing her skin, making it feel intensified with passion flowing through their veins. She slips his boxers off, undoes her lace ribbon underwear at the sides, they kiss passionately, letting it fall to the ground. She lifts a leg up to a nearby metal surface, resting it up on there, showing him a way inside of her, a very aroused area of her body. His erection thrusts forward & directly inwards at the first chance. Pushing deeply inside, forcing her against the wall, pushing her against him, kissing her wildly, passionately unable to conceal, moaning from the pleasures she feels, as he slides with such ease inside her, to a place where she has wanted him for so long. At long last he is inside her, full length & loving every intimate moment of it.

The last few buttons of her blouse come off as she presses against him. Her skirt, riding up more as he enters her. She slips her hands in the back of his shirt & pulls him closer.

“Can we go somewhere more private, I really want to get a little closer to you & with a little less clothing, maybe somewhere warmer perhaps?”
He grins evilly & shakes his head.
“You wanted me right here right now. & That’s what you’re going to get. You teased me in the shadows; I’m going to be with you in the shadows, here & now, no matter what happens.”
Instantly after saying that he grabs her leg, which rested on the metal area, wraps it around his pelvic area. He lifts the other, wraps it alongside with the other leg around his waist area. Pressing against her roughly he undoes her blouse & reveals the bra & breasts within. The bra unclips at the front; she undoes it to reveal her breasts, as he seems to have been staring wantingly, hungrily at them.
  He presses against her & holder her at her hips tightly gripping & makes rough, hard thrusts into her. She moans louder than before. She bites his neck, hard but not too hard, as to break the skin. She does this out of passion, heat of the moment action. She moans loudly with each thrust he pushes into her loins. She is near screaming as he presses harder inside her. There is an electrifying feeling riding up her legs all thought & concentration is out of her mind. She can think of nothing but what she is feeling in her lower area. The feelings & sensations he gives to her & she takes so thankfully.
Faster, faster, faster he thrusts himself inside her. Her legs grip tighter as the electrifying feeling multiplies, internal explosions of pleasure, her eyes roll back, orgasmic pleasure, his hands rub against her hips, every so often wandering up her leg, onto her breasts.
Thoughts run through his mind with every movement he makes, knowing that later tonight his tongue will possibly flicker gently against the nipple as he builds into climatic moments of times similar these, perhaps somewhere more private than an alley way near a crowded nightclub.
     She shakes more in passion, her back arches trembling ready for the final stroke, of passionately heated collection of orgasmic moans between both of them. He feels himself erupt inside her & corrupt the once less touched area. He leaves himself firmly inside of her against the wall, unable to pull her to the ground again to a standing position.
He moans & lets out the loudest & most erotic noise a man can ever make, he remains firm inside her, he presses her against the wall, slightly less energy, but still wanting her as much as when this began. She loved the feeling as he came inside of her, her orgasmic state or mind & body continues, as he stays hardened within her. Her breathing carries moans even as he remains still, apart from breathing rhythm, inside of her, hard still. She kisses him, with the little energy she has left, after all the moaning, thrusting & movement they have both done, during this, their first little session of meeting, it leaves them both to wonder, what later on will be like, if this is a mere glimpse, of what is to come. The Memoirs of the events that just occurred resound into their mental history, they kiss, passionately, while slowly dressing again, so they look at least a little bit more presentable to passers, by on their walk, to somewhere, a little more comfortable, more private, more sensual, bed linen perhaps, or at least carpet.