Listening Note:

Geek Love by Nerina Pallot

Reading Note:

Part 3 of a 5 part story. Start at Part 1

The Story

‘Stand up?” She asked. “Give me a moment to breathe!”

You give a friendly, understanding smile.

“Stand up for me.”  Your voice is calm, warm, composed and firm.  She shakes her head, smiles and stands up in front of you.  You kiss her on the forehead, and then on each cheek, then methodically all over her face, until you come to her left ear; you kiss her neck and trace a short line with your tongue from her ear to halfway to her shoulder; you kiss her skin, gathering the scent of her perfume and the slight salt of her perspiration.

“You,” you tell her, in a whisper, “are so bloody delicious.” You place your mouth over her ear and intone, just loud enough for her to hear. “Every part of you tastes like heaven. I want to drink you down. I want to feel your sweat on my lips, and your pussy’s wetness trickling down my throat. Is that too thirsty? Is that too much to ask?”

She answers back without a pause “No.”  Her voice is half a breath; you wanted that answer, and you needed her to say it that way.  And you know she needs something too.

You lift her left arm in your right and hold her by the wrist.

“What is this?” You ask her. 

“My arm?” She responds.

“Yours?” You ask, and you kiss the fold of her elbow.

“Yours?” She asks. You nod and kiss her again, midway between the elbow and the wrist.

“Mine. For now. Between now and the moment you walk out that door.”

She nods.  You kiss her arm again, then up her shoulder; you gather her towards you, the nakedness of her body against your fully clothed self is, you suppose, the price you pay for your concentration on her body; you long to feel her against you; your erection has long since subsided again, but that won’t last long.  You move her into the space between the bed and the table placed beside the floor-to-ceiling window, now shrouded in a diaphanous mesh curtain.

Her ass is a thing of subtly curved beauty; you walk behind her, placing your left hand on her shoulder, pressing yourself to her back; you wrap your hands around her and take her breasts in your hands; the firm softness beguiling as it always has done. You can see her reflection in the window, and you’ve thought this through already; this far up, nobody can see into the room; you’ve done your reconnaissance.  You luxuriate in the feeling of her breasts and the warmth of her against you.

She speaks.

“I would love to feel your skin on mine. Can you take your shirt off?”

You run your fingers through her hair, lifting the silken mass and placing kisses exactly on the centre of her neck, about an inch below her natural hairline. You’ve done this before, lad. Good on you for remembering. You nuzzle and lick and kiss her there and you can feel her breathing increase its intensity and her knees slightly buckle.  You keep kissing, for perhaps two minutes; her breasts soft and heavy and warm in your hands; her hands are suddenly on yours, grasping them tight, seeming to urge you to squeeze her tits harder; you oblige, for a moment, then you take your hands away and place them on her shoulders.

She leans forward slightly, pushing her ass out; you know what she’s hoping for, and you find the encouragement now floods your quickly stiffening dick; she’s making it certain you know what she wants.  You pull off your shirt and push her forward to the table; with a flourish you pull back the curtain and she is shocked to see the outside world and her own reflection, naked, being forced down to the table.  Nonetheless, she complies.  She places her hands on the table, and you can see in the reflection her trepidation.  She doesn’t know the people outside can’t see her, but something in her willingness to follow your instructions despite the fact suggests to you that your instinct was right; she wants to be seen.  Noted. You’ll see. The light above the window area has her illuminated; the perfect taut curve of her shoulders around your fingers, the subtle but present musculature of her back towards the cleft of her – and there is no way to describe this more accurately – bountifully curved ass.  Her hips hint at her well developed femininity; you can’t stop yourself wanting to grasp those and thrust inside her.  You grasp her shoulders fairly firmly now.

“Can you see yourself, sweetie?”

She nods.

“You can see yourself, being bent over this hotel room table, knowing every person on the street could look up and see you?”

She gasps as you place your now swollen, stiffening cock agains the cleft of her ass.

“And you know that when they look up and see your head moving back and forth, they will know for certain that you’re up in this hotel room in the afternoon being taken from behind like a needy little slut?”

“Yes,” she says, and presses back against your shaft.

“And you know that when they see you being fucked in the afternoon, they’re going to know that nobody stays in a hotel room in the afternoon with their husband or their partner, right?  They will know for certain that you are in a hotel room in the city centre, deliberately trying to be seen by strangers being fucked by someone you shouldn’t be?”  

You take one hand back from her shoulder and place it between yourself and her pussy, stroking from the front toward the back. You gather her wetness on your fingertips and stroke again; you want your fingers nice and wet.

“Yes,” she says, but you interrupt her before she can say anymore.

“Because people aren’t stupid, sweetie.  And they’d be right. Here you are with your wet, gorgeous, inviting pussy exposed to me in a hotel room, with your face at the window.  They can’t see me, but they know that, whoever I am, I’m not yours.  And they know you’re not mine; except for this moment, when there will be no doubt in their mind that I am…”

You push your cock down level with the slippery wet entrance to her cunt.

“That I am absolutely the owner of you, for this moment, and that you are…”

You slowly slide the first third of your cock inside her, to her whimper.

“And that you are absolutely taking something that doesn’t belong to you, deep inside…”

You drive the remainder of your cock inside her until you connect with her perfect ass

“Deep inside your needy, soaking, desperate married pussy.”

She writhes.  She throws her head back, as if to escape the light and the hypothetical gaze of the people who might be judging her from the street below.  You withdraw slowly and then drive into her in one thrust; you are taking your time with this; you want to feel every undulation of her inside. You reach up with both hands; one on each side of her head as you slide, at a leisurely pace into her hot hole.

“You are so fucking easy to enjoy, honey. Your walls are so tight; your body is so hot my cock could burn inside you. You are a dream to fuck. So show them the slut you are.  Show them the gorgeous whore you are when you want to be.”  You press her head forward, back into the light, back into what she imagines will be the view of the people.  As you plunge into her again, a little more forcefully this time, she shifts forward with the table; now more of her body is in the light.  

“Oh look, honey. It’s you, being fucked. You look good as a slut.”

She looks around at you.

“Then fucking use me.”