Scent of Sex

“I’ve always been a sinful girl.”

She smiled coyly. She said a burlesque teacher taught her the distinction between flirtation and seduction. My donation sat in an envelope tucked into a collection of erotic poetry on the nightstand. Soft music filled the room. My hands slowly slid the straps of her bra off her shoulders. Her round breasts appeared in the dim light.

“Vivian” had just relocated from the East Coast to the Midwest, but was visiting the area. She’s tall, with green eyes and pixieish, chocolate brown hair. (She vaguely resembles Rachel McAdams.) By day she’s a technical writer. At night others have no idea what she’s up to.

“Audrey in the streets, Marilyn in the sheets,” she teased.

I moved to slide down her panties (they were over her garter belt). My hand grazed her trimmed bush. She reclined on the bed and slowly parted her legs. I climbed atop her and pushed myself inside her. I felt her legs wrap around me. Long, slow thrusts. I felt her hard nipples against my chest. I intensified my thrusts. She whimpered and moaned. I slammed myself into her cunt again and again, my thrusts accompanied by deep grunts. She gasped.

Fuck.

“Come for me,” she moaned from beneath me.

I thrust one last time as my body convulsed and I emptied himself.

“Our puritanical culture does little for the libido,” she continued as we talked in bed afterward. She lamented the repressive influence of Christian society on Western art as it distanced itself from the erotic-mythic traditions of pagan religions. She practices Reiki and is obsessed with astrology. (She offered to do a tarot reading.)

“We all need a release,” she said. “You shouldn’t be ashamed of it.”

I caressed her body during our conversation. Eventually my hand found its way to her ass.

The conversation was halted.

I kissed my way down her neck to her soft breasts and hard nipples. She moved down my body. Her bright red lips festooned with lipstick wrapped themselves around my member. She pleasured me with her mouth, softly and sensuously at first, then more vigorously. On went a condom, and she moved on top of me, parting her thighs once more. (She was still wearing her garter belt and stockings.) She gripped the shaft of my cock and guided me back inside her. She moved slowly at first, hands pressed on my chest. I squeezed her tits. She then rode me aggressively, hard and fast. The mattress was squeaking.

Yes, yes…..

My balls tightened. My hips violently thrust up from the mattress, then my body spasmed once more.

As she dismounted and went to retrieve a washcloth from the bathroom, I noticed the faint scent of sex. After cleaning me up, we chatted for a few minutes. Not wanting to overstay, I then moved to get dressed. She helped me put my coat on, then escorted me to the door.

“Until we meet again, dear.…”

I carried her scent with me as I departed.