At the Tequila Shop
"Take it easy, Gabi", Karen's voice creaked in my ears, her eyes smiled before me. "We've got the whole night ahead of us". I looked at that crowd of people drinking and dancing in the near darkness and thought of a million things I used to do at that time. I poured another glass of tequila, which went down my throat deliciously. "Fuck you", I shouted back at her, "I'm going to dance all night and I'm going to... oh shit, I'm going to do anything I'd never do".
Karen, my best friend, smiled back and made room for me to get out of the bar and onto the dance floor. She knew, deep down, she really understood, what it was like to have to do and be anything other than you, other than your fucking day and your fucking bastard boyfriend. Fuck you, I whispered to my newest glass of tequila, turning it over at once. My name is Gabriela, for those of you who don't know me, and I'm 30 years old, 5'6", 55 pounds, I'm white with light brown eyes, blond hair, big tits, a nice, steep butt, and I love sex. I love having even more time for myself, to be able to exercise my introspection, even on a ballad.
The music was loud, the bodies were warm, pushing against each other, but I didn't care. The beat was sensual, electronic and rhythmic, and all I wanted to do was get lost, and so I did. I don't know exactly how long I'd been dancing, or if I was dancing as well as I thought I was. But there, among that tangle of bodies, I saw him for the first time. And he was looking at me, too, standing in a slightly darker corner. The eyes were strong, piercing and black... and a half smile, capable of bringing any woman to orgasm, because it was a smile that invited any imagination to the best fantasies. I closed my eyes and bit the corner of my lips, without stopping to dance. Without really being able to think of anything but him looking at me and looking at me with his eyes. How long have I been doing this? I thought, not outrightly flirting? Let's go back to the idea of someone being active there, Gabriela.
I kept on dancing and he stopped, looking directly at me... With that half-present smile, leaving me excited at the idea of getting closer and looking at him closely. Thinking of my last and faithful glass of tequila, I approached: "What's the matter?" I asked, unable to contain my own smile, "Are you afraid to dance? I don't bite". "My fear is not that you bite, girl", he answered, looking directly at my mouth, but without coming closer. His voice was hoarse and the image of how I bit him whimpering in my ears... "In fact", he continued, "it would be a pity if you didn't have a bite. The view is privileged from here and the taste I see" At the end of the sentence he directed his eyes openly to my eyes, knowing that I was living in a beautiful and generous house and I was exposed to that stranger's tears.
"And what do you see?" I asked, getting a little closer, our bodies practically glued together, the music now louder. "I see", he began, holding my face slowly and gluing his mouth to my ears, "I see a million things, but I don't see anything either. All I can say is that I like and would love to discover more... much more". Every word was whispered quietly, awakening in me the desire I hadn't felt for someone for a long time. I still don't know exactly how we did it, but his words, his breath, his damned smile... When I gave him his word, he was already in mine, warm and firm. Oh! And for me there was no one else in that crowded bar.
There were no performances, no graceless singing in the dark... just that damn breath on my neck and a body that moved perfectly beside mine. His hands slid gently down my hips while his mouth took over mine. Oh my God! I thought, I want more. That body touching my body, I want to taste it, I want this night to end unlike anything I've ever done. His words came whispering to my skin, itching every inch. "Come with me", he said, his disturbing smile under the hot lights... "I could feel you long before I touched you", I focused on his lips, on the way he pronounced each word... speaking them too deliciously, almost as if it were another language, another sexy language to be spoken by anyone.
Before I could even think about the idea of saying no, before I could even think about where Karen was or whether we could get caught, we were already in an incredibly even darker corridor, where the music was coming in muffled, and he wouldn't stop and he didn't hesitate to touch me, and that was wonderful, and he pressed my body violently against the cold wall, causing my skin to become more sensitive to the contrast of the heat, and I couldn't speak, I couldn't express what I was feeling, and something in me was awakened by that body -- something inexplicable, something that scared me.
He wasn't delicate, he wasn't the type to talk or ask where he could touch or make silly hand attempts... In those minutes when he touched my body he was possessive and authoritative, but I didn't feel vulgar. On the contrary, in that moment, in a dark corridor of a nightclub, I felt desired. Because sometimes all a woman needs is that: desire. I shivered under his lips and, almost as if he knew the feeling that was coming at me, he suddenly passed his hand under my short skirt letting any rational thought dry up completely. I want to feel him, I thought, letting him come in with two fingers on me. Dope... I want every part of him so badly.
"You're hot", he said, holding one hand on my neck and the other one between my legs, as I licked his neck and felt his breastplate pressing me against the wall. "Dope, you're really hot, girl". His fingers kept coming and going, making it impossible for me to say a single word, but I responded in the way I knew he would understand, running his hands under his white blouse and I watched him as he fucked me with his fingers and... it was perfect.
My fingernails gently massaged his chest and down to his waist. That's the exact word to describe this total moment: perfect. His fingers grew warmer and warmer as he prodded me. I loosened his belt and the sound of the zipper opening made him breathe faster. And I was also gasping. I felt his limb firm, pulsating and thick. And hearing him say a whispered, chopped-up curse, I knew he agreed.
He could take me at that moment if he wanted to, but I knew that he was waiting for my answer, a consent or a sign that yes, he could do whatever he wanted, because my will was the same as his... in the same crazy and irrational measure. But I said nothing. I couldn't. I was afraid to say something and the fire would go out, afraid the real Gabrielle would come out, with her rules and emotional weights and, mercy, I was the last person he needed at that moment.
He surrounded my cricket and alternated between the penetration of his fingers, holding my waist with the other hand, smiling sensuously when I groan loudly. In the same intensity, I retaliated by filling my hands with his cute fuck. I was not ashamed, in fact I was not able to think very well, I let my head against the wall and closed my eyes. "Come on girl", he growled, "Let me see you laugh ... Let me remember you like this, just like this, in the morning without holding on any longer, I surrender.
I increased my finger movements, wanting to feel him laughing too, letting the sensation of the forbidden orgasm on the edge of a wall and a warm body fill me and make my whole body tingle with pleasure. It didn't stop, nor did I slow down the rhythm of my hands. I felt wanted and fulfilled, I felt alive to the fullest. He was waiting for some reaction from me, still glued to my body, he remained silent and serious, staring at my face. We wanted our mutual enjoyment.
Biting my lip, I settled on her fingers under her skirt and sent Gabriela Cerri to the bottom of the chest. We exploded in a strong, intense orgasm. Sighing and sweating, rejoicing in a pleasure greater than our brains. He took his hand from my naked sex and pulled, kissing his palm and sucking his fingers with my smell of a woman in the heat. I collected his enjoyment with my hand in a shell, taking it to my mouth without taking my eyes from hers. I drank as much as I could from that hot, slimy broth, purposely leaving a drop on my lips.
Our lips then touched each other again warm and wet. We mixed our intimacy of orgasms in a duel of tongues. We tasted the best we had of each other in that dark corridor. "Come on", I said, licking his chin and his unfinished beard. "I'll show you how good it is when I bite".
Pushing and taking the lead, I let my stranger with magic fingers follow me... where? Anywhere. At that moment what I needed was to have him inside, near and everywhere in my body.
Bjs from Gabi
Karen, my best friend, smiled back and made room for me to get out of the bar and onto the dance floor. She knew, deep down, she really understood, what it was like to have to do and be anything other than you, other than your fucking day and your fucking bastard boyfriend. Fuck you, I whispered to my newest glass of tequila, turning it over at once. My name is Gabriela, for those of you who don't know me, and I'm 30 years old, 5'6", 55 pounds, I'm white with light brown eyes, blond hair, big tits, a nice, steep butt, and I love sex. I love having even more time for myself, to be able to exercise my introspection, even on a ballad.
The music was loud, the bodies were warm, pushing against each other, but I didn't care. The beat was sensual, electronic and rhythmic, and all I wanted to do was get lost, and so I did. I don't know exactly how long I'd been dancing, or if I was dancing as well as I thought I was. But there, among that tangle of bodies, I saw him for the first time. And he was looking at me, too, standing in a slightly darker corner. The eyes were strong, piercing and black... and a half smile, capable of bringing any woman to orgasm, because it was a smile that invited any imagination to the best fantasies. I closed my eyes and bit the corner of my lips, without stopping to dance. Without really being able to think of anything but him looking at me and looking at me with his eyes. How long have I been doing this? I thought, not outrightly flirting? Let's go back to the idea of someone being active there, Gabriela.
I kept on dancing and he stopped, looking directly at me... With that half-present smile, leaving me excited at the idea of getting closer and looking at him closely. Thinking of my last and faithful glass of tequila, I approached: "What's the matter?" I asked, unable to contain my own smile, "Are you afraid to dance? I don't bite". "My fear is not that you bite, girl", he answered, looking directly at my mouth, but without coming closer. His voice was hoarse and the image of how I bit him whimpering in my ears... "In fact", he continued, "it would be a pity if you didn't have a bite. The view is privileged from here and the taste I see" At the end of the sentence he directed his eyes openly to my eyes, knowing that I was living in a beautiful and generous house and I was exposed to that stranger's tears.
"And what do you see?" I asked, getting a little closer, our bodies practically glued together, the music now louder. "I see", he began, holding my face slowly and gluing his mouth to my ears, "I see a million things, but I don't see anything either. All I can say is that I like and would love to discover more... much more". Every word was whispered quietly, awakening in me the desire I hadn't felt for someone for a long time. I still don't know exactly how we did it, but his words, his breath, his damned smile... When I gave him his word, he was already in mine, warm and firm. Oh! And for me there was no one else in that crowded bar.
There were no performances, no graceless singing in the dark... just that damn breath on my neck and a body that moved perfectly beside mine. His hands slid gently down my hips while his mouth took over mine. Oh my God! I thought, I want more. That body touching my body, I want to taste it, I want this night to end unlike anything I've ever done. His words came whispering to my skin, itching every inch. "Come with me", he said, his disturbing smile under the hot lights... "I could feel you long before I touched you", I focused on his lips, on the way he pronounced each word... speaking them too deliciously, almost as if it were another language, another sexy language to be spoken by anyone.
Before I could even think about the idea of saying no, before I could even think about where Karen was or whether we could get caught, we were already in an incredibly even darker corridor, where the music was coming in muffled, and he wouldn't stop and he didn't hesitate to touch me, and that was wonderful, and he pressed my body violently against the cold wall, causing my skin to become more sensitive to the contrast of the heat, and I couldn't speak, I couldn't express what I was feeling, and something in me was awakened by that body -- something inexplicable, something that scared me.
He wasn't delicate, he wasn't the type to talk or ask where he could touch or make silly hand attempts... In those minutes when he touched my body he was possessive and authoritative, but I didn't feel vulgar. On the contrary, in that moment, in a dark corridor of a nightclub, I felt desired. Because sometimes all a woman needs is that: desire. I shivered under his lips and, almost as if he knew the feeling that was coming at me, he suddenly passed his hand under my short skirt letting any rational thought dry up completely. I want to feel him, I thought, letting him come in with two fingers on me. Dope... I want every part of him so badly.
"You're hot", he said, holding one hand on my neck and the other one between my legs, as I licked his neck and felt his breastplate pressing me against the wall. "Dope, you're really hot, girl". His fingers kept coming and going, making it impossible for me to say a single word, but I responded in the way I knew he would understand, running his hands under his white blouse and I watched him as he fucked me with his fingers and... it was perfect.
My fingernails gently massaged his chest and down to his waist. That's the exact word to describe this total moment: perfect. His fingers grew warmer and warmer as he prodded me. I loosened his belt and the sound of the zipper opening made him breathe faster. And I was also gasping. I felt his limb firm, pulsating and thick. And hearing him say a whispered, chopped-up curse, I knew he agreed.
He could take me at that moment if he wanted to, but I knew that he was waiting for my answer, a consent or a sign that yes, he could do whatever he wanted, because my will was the same as his... in the same crazy and irrational measure. But I said nothing. I couldn't. I was afraid to say something and the fire would go out, afraid the real Gabrielle would come out, with her rules and emotional weights and, mercy, I was the last person he needed at that moment.
He surrounded my cricket and alternated between the penetration of his fingers, holding my waist with the other hand, smiling sensuously when I groan loudly. In the same intensity, I retaliated by filling my hands with his cute fuck. I was not ashamed, in fact I was not able to think very well, I let my head against the wall and closed my eyes. "Come on girl", he growled, "Let me see you laugh ... Let me remember you like this, just like this, in the morning without holding on any longer, I surrender.
I increased my finger movements, wanting to feel him laughing too, letting the sensation of the forbidden orgasm on the edge of a wall and a warm body fill me and make my whole body tingle with pleasure. It didn't stop, nor did I slow down the rhythm of my hands. I felt wanted and fulfilled, I felt alive to the fullest. He was waiting for some reaction from me, still glued to my body, he remained silent and serious, staring at my face. We wanted our mutual enjoyment.
Biting my lip, I settled on her fingers under her skirt and sent Gabriela Cerri to the bottom of the chest. We exploded in a strong, intense orgasm. Sighing and sweating, rejoicing in a pleasure greater than our brains. He took his hand from my naked sex and pulled, kissing his palm and sucking his fingers with my smell of a woman in the heat. I collected his enjoyment with my hand in a shell, taking it to my mouth without taking my eyes from hers. I drank as much as I could from that hot, slimy broth, purposely leaving a drop on my lips.
Our lips then touched each other again warm and wet. We mixed our intimacy of orgasms in a duel of tongues. We tasted the best we had of each other in that dark corridor. "Come on", I said, licking his chin and his unfinished beard. "I'll show you how good it is when I bite".
Pushing and taking the lead, I let my stranger with magic fingers follow me... where? Anywhere. At that moment what I needed was to have him inside, near and everywhere in my body.
Bjs from Gabi
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