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"The sweet scent of death..........."

Um, after Rosalind posted her topic I considered posting this story that I had an idea to write. I cleaned it up and everything and now log onto here to find another 'sex' topic. Tut, and I hope if anyone gets to the end of this they enjoy it.
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She was waiting at the bar, as I'd hoped she'd be. I walked over to her, pleased that she was there. We'd only met 3 times before and only spoken twice but the sexual tension was there between us, strong and undeniable. I had mentioned the last time we spoke that I would be in this evening. Taking the seat beside her I ordered our drinks, wine for the lady, whiskey for me. She wasn't wearing perfume but I could smell the tantalising scent of her freshly washed hair and skin.

We spent an hour at the bar chatting about mundane things but all the time the tension was growing. She would reach across often and touch me or lean forward so that her hair gently brushed my naked arm, which sent an immediate jolt both to the groin and the nipples. By mutual, unspoken consent we finished our drinks and left the bar. I walked her to the car where she suggested, as it still being early, that I come back with her for another drink. We both knew the answer would be yes.

When she led me into her house I knew she had hoped I would come back. The lighting was dimmed and I noticed a bottle of wine already cooling on ice. She indicated that I should pour the drinks while she put on the music and soon Randy Crawford was drifting through the speakers. It pleased me that she had remembered my musical preferences.

She walked slowly across the room to me and took her glass of wine from my hand. I took the opportunity to bring her closer to me and gently kissed her throat and stroked her collarbones. Very gently I slid my fingers under the straps of her dress and slid them, unhindered, off her shoulders. She stepped back, out of my embrace, so the dress could float to the floor where it pooled around her feet before she gracefully stepped out of it. Without underwear she stood naked in front of me except for her shoes and the scarf. Suddenly overdressed I stripped off my clothes while she unconsciously leaned against the table, sipping her wine, and watching me.

I moved across the room towards her and gently lifted her onto the table. Taking the wine glass from her hand I leaned over and again began to kiss and nibble her ears and throat. I put the wine glass by her head so that I could use both hands to cup her full breasts and stroke the swiftly hardening nipples. Then I moved my head down to gently suck and lick the same area. As she gasped with pleasure I moved away slightly to start the caresses behind the knee. Gently stroking along the soft, velvety inner thigh I followed the same path with my tongue. Oh but she was ready for me, a man could have drowned in the juice that I gently lapped up.

She gasped again and softly cried 'Oh no, no' so I lifted my head to look at her. 'Don't stop, not yet, I wasn't speaking to you' she whispered. So I continued with my fingers so that I could watch her expressions. Suddenly she threw her arms wide, knocking over the ice bucket, to grab the sides of the table and arching her back convulsed with waves of pleasure as she reached the pinnacle of her orgasm.

At this point I took some of the spilled ice, popping it into my mouth I watched her struggle to control her breathing and started to repeat the whole process again. 'Not yet' she murmured as she gently ran her fingernails up my hardened shaft 'yes, again, now, you can cope'. I moved out of her grasp and she looked at me. I told her that I was not finished getting my pleasure from giving her pleasure and could wait. Again I nibbled her nipples alternating between the ice cube and my cold tongue, enjoying the gasp and groans she made as pleasure ripped through her body.

This time when I judged she was almost there I plunged myself into her, making her scream and partially raise herself from the table. I wrapped the scarf around my hand and raised her until I could kiss her lips for the first time, supporting the small of her back with my other hand. She lay back flat on the table to better enjoy the sensation as I drove myself into her and gave myself over to my blinding need and the blackness I savoured.

I was vaguely aware of her thrashing and gasping beneath me as I wound the scarf tighter. I knew she was finished when I felt her go limp and exploded inside her with a pleasure so intense it was akin to pain. Coming back to myself I looked down at her beautiful face, at the wide emerald green eyes and slightly parted lips, before I stepped away from the corpse.

I wandered back to my whiskey, glancing at my watch as I did so. I still had over 4 hours to dispose of the body and catch my 4.00 am flight so I rummaged around in her handbag for the cigarettes I knew she carried. As I sat relaxing it suddenly struck me as amusing that she had supplied her own scarf and I hadn't needed the black one I'd brought with me.

No matter, my mother would enjoy the gift, she likes scarves.

Ineedsleep wrote:
> Wow, you guys remind me of buses :)



Hey, don't talk about Goatboy's face like that, alright?

:-)

Thank you

Twisted. And excellent.

Wow, you guys remind me of buses :)

Thanks for the feed back

Nice. Liked the final line.

That was good. Well done.

Unedited version?

*nods* Please.

Nice one.
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Cheers, and thanks for reading it.

Fantastic and errr... Really quite disturbing.

Miserableman wrote:
> You either swagged this off a porn site, or should send it in.
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> Not that I know anything about erotic stories of course...

All my own work, and this is the tame version :)

So where should I send the full version. Oops sorry you wouldn't know.