“Look at you,” she says.

Her face is hovering above mine. She’s beautiful. She looks like a supervillain with her long dark hair. Her mascara and eye shadow are black, her lips are crimson but everything else about her is pale and white. She’s wearing a long black dress that hugs her curves. She’s older than me by about twenty years but she doesn’t look it.

I went to the club with my friends because they wanted to go. I’ve been exhausted by work. I didn’t want to go and thus, I didn’t bother dressing up, I was wearing t-shirt and oversized jeans. I’m a little thing, I know. My hair is all chopped up from a home haircut and my skin is bad. I didn’t expect to be cornered by a predator.

I was just standing alone in the corner. I saw her walk in, everyone saw her walk in. She looked around the entire club before she locked eyes on me. She walked straight towards me.

“Why aren’t you dancing, pretty girl?” she asked me.

“Didn’t feel like it,” I stammered out.

“Then why are you here?”

“I’m here with my friends.”

“Would your friends feel any kind of way about you coming home with me?”

“I don’t think so. You move fast.”

“What’s the point of wasting time? So, do you want to come home with me or should I find someone else who will?”

“I’ll… I’ll come home with you.”

“Let’s go.”

She walked out as if she didn’t care if I followed. I did of course, because why wouldn’t I? A beautiful woman called on me. I texted my friends about what was happening. I had my location services on so they could tell where I was going.

When we got onto the street, she kept walking and I followed. I fell in beside her and she barely noticed. It was like walking next to a panther. Her hair was done up with chopsticks. She looked out in the night air. Trying to see the stars through the main street lights. They walked only a few blocks before she turned to the right.

I feel insane. I feel stupid. This woman could be leading me to get mugged. But she’s so beautiful and I want to hope that this is true. She leads me to a cute little house. She leads me down the front walk and opens the front door.

The minute we’re inside, she started kissing me. Pushing me against the closed door. I can barely keep up with the desperate way she kisses me. Maybe not desperate. Hungry. She wants to devour me.

She takes me to her bedroom and the two of us flop onto her bed. That’s where it started. That’s where it stands.

She climbs on top of me and is still kissing me.

“Do you want me…” I say to her.

“What’s your name?” the woman asks me.

“Lana.”

“I’m Yvonne.”

Of course she has a hot name like that. She playfully bites into my neck. Her teeth sinking just so into my skin. She sucks on my neck. Her hands are pressing into the pillow on either side of my head. She smells heavenly. I reach up to touch her but her hands grab my wrists and push me back into the bed.

Her tongue is playing across my skin. Her hands go from my wrists into my hair. She plays with the chopped up strands of hair.

“You’re shaking,” she whispers on top of me.

“I am,” I say.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“Are you a virgin?”

“No.”

“But you still seem nervous.”

“You’re so beautiful. It’s hard to believe that this is happening to me.”

“You’re beautiful too.”

I almost want to cry. I don’t know if anyone has ever said that to me. She kisses me again and it’s so soft. She pushes her hands under my shirt. They’re running across my stomach and I flinch. I’m a bit ticklish there. She laughs against my lips. She reaches around to my back and pulls lightly on me. I get what she’s looking for and sit up. She reaches for the hem of my shirt and pulls it off. I’m wearing a sports bra and she yanks on that as well.

“You have abs,” she says.

“Yeah, I work out…” I say.

She starts kissing my chest. Her tongue wraps around my nipple. I’m getting so turned on right now that I don’t know where my head is at. My breasts are small enough that they fit in her hands. I let out a whimper when she lets go of them. But I realize that she wants to give me even more.

She’s pulling at my belt. She gets it undone and unbuttons my jeans. She yanks those off my hips. I realize with horror, which underwear I’m wearing. The ones with the little kitties and balls of yarn on them.

If she notices, she doesn’t care. They’re whipped off my body without ceremony. She looks at me. I’ve never felt hotter with this beautiful woman staring down at me.

She pulls open my legs. She’s not aggressive. She’s assertive. She opens her mouth and begins to kiss along my stomach. I’m waiting with bated breath for when she gets inbetween my legs. She’s licking the inside of my thighs now. She gets closer, oh so much closer. Then she dives in and gives me a long lick from bottom to top.

The explosion of fireworks in my brain blows away my exhaustion, my frustration with this week. She licks me slow. One of her hands snakes up my body to grip my breast. She runs her thumb around my nipple in slow circles.

She’s working on me and it feels wonderful but my brain is still all clouded up with everything. I don’t feel that close to cumming yet. It feels exquisite, excellent what’s happening below my waist but not enough to get me there.

I’m still moaning though. Still groaning against her mouth.

She adds a finger to me. She curves it upward and I feel the pleasure intensify in my mind. My vision is going white. She keeps licking, sucking and playing with my clit. I don’t know if she’s annoyed it’s taking me this long to cum or if she’s just determined to get me there. But she’s been going down on me now for some time.

I start feeling like I’m getting ready to crest the peak. Maybe she senses something about me. That I’m almost there. She intensifies the pressure on all of me. I start to gasp, it’s hard to find my breath.

I let out a cry and my back lifts off of the bed. She licks through my orgasm. I collapse onto the bed. I’m spent. I’m exhausted and my limbs turn to jelly. I’m covered in sweat.

My vision is hazy but I still see her stand up and wipe her mouth. She smiles at me and removes the chopsticks from her hair so that it falls around her shoulders. She unzips the back of her tight dress and lets it fall away from her so that she’s standing only in her panties. She’s a vision in the low light of her bedside table.

She lays down beside me. She puts her arms around me.

“I want to make you feel good,” I say but there’s no strength left in me.

“Shhh,” she says. “Let’s sleep. We can talk in the morning.”

She rubs my forehead and kisses me there. She gets up and goes to the en suite bathroom. I hear the water run. I’m assuming she’s washing off her makeup. I can barely stay awake. When she gets back, she lies beside me. She pulls me into her arms. I don’t know how I ended up here. But there’s no reason for me to complain.

I fall asleep almost immediately.