Longings and Loathings - Chapter 9

His eyes fell on the door once again as the hour approached. It was not his first time that he indulged in the special practice but something about that time had him on edge.
He had heard about her reputation and skills, waiting for a woman like her made the confidence in himself shake, even if just a little.

He had been with several other partners, some young, some older, unexperienced and knowing and they all seemed to have left his bed fully pleased and awed with his shaft.
His appetites grew wilder as the time passed, he was growing bored of women who just wanted him to go down on them and to finish him off with the customary missionary position, not even the reverse one.

He was certain he could find one that fit most of his intimate desires, he just didn't care to go look for her. He also didn't want just one fulfilled night to then go out again and find a new girl the next day. That was his easy way of having a good time, without strings attached but dedicated enough to what he wanted.

A knock in the door broke him free of his thoughts. He stood up and walked to open it feeling a bit nervous and excited all over again. The moment before letting the woman in was always a thrill for him. Would she be blond, red or brunette? Would she be tall and model type or a gorgeous curvy temptress? He loved the mystery and the surprise of what would be on the other side of the door.

He opened the door and a deliciously rubenesque girl with pale blue eyes and chocolate brown hair looked at him straight in the eye.

"Good evening James."
"Please come in."
"Alison." She supplied.
"Cute name. Please make yourself comfortable Alison. I'll jump in the shower really quick and I'll be right back with you."

She entered the room and laid her bag on a small conformer nearby while he headed for his quick shower. As eager as he was, it was almost painful to walk away without a first taste of her lips but hygiene was imperative for him. He silently begged for her to join him, it would not be the first time he dismissed a girl for not doing so.

He laid his clothes neatly folded over the the toillet seat and stepped into the shower, turning the water on.
He had just applied the shower cream over his body when he heard the door opening and closing. He turned and there she was in all her naked glory.

"Would you mind if I join you?"

He slid the glass door open as a response and watched her luscious body move towards him. She slid her fingers over his chest and smiled.

"I love a clean shaved body, it shows that men care to please and on some it looks so much better."

He gave her another long look and smiled teasingly at her, allowing himself to touch her body for the first time, to touch her also fully shaved body.

"I agree, as much as I love that you share my habit."

He caressed her lower stomach and then shamelessly proceeded to explore her folds gently. She smiled at him for his boldness and comfortable stance, starting to return his attentions on her body by using her hands to tease his already half hard manhood, leaning forward to capture his nipples with her lips while her tongue teased them until they were erect. He wanted her and so he decided to take her right there for round one. 

He turned her and pushed her against the wall, making room for himself by parting her legs with his knee. She pushed her round ass out to rub against his manhood pushing his arousal just a bit further, making him hesitate no further and press forward to penetrate her from behind. It wasn't sensous, it was pure and raw desire, just a fast and hard fuck to take the edge off before more exquisite activities could take place.

Her ragged breaths gave away how close she way to completion but he wasn't willing to let her give in just yet. He slowly redrew himself from inside of her making her whimper. 

"Oh baby girl, not just yet..." 

She composed her flushed body and gave him a snarky smile, the confident look in her eyes and the self-assurance was overwhelming for him and when she pronounced the next words in a smooth sultry tone of voice something in him was lit on fire.

"We'll see about that..."

*

The hours passed by so quickly, he felt exhausted and even though there was nothing he could do to make her stay, he wanted to cuddle her, spoon with her and have a well satisfied sleep. But he couldn't have that. That's why he resorted to this solution over and over again in the first place, no attachment, just lust and satisfaction. 

In a drowsy voice he called her to sit beside his naked body.

"Thank you, Alison. I hope we can meet again."

"Honey, I am afraid that will not be possible."

"Why not?" he retorted.

"Because this... all of this that you create here... It's not what I want. You want sex and that I can give you, but you can't speak the way you do and expect a girl to keep it all just as sex. So goodbye honey and do yourself a favor, stop running as soon as possible. 'Cause when you do, it may be too late, just like it was for me."

She smiled, picked up the envelope in the table and left the room, leaving him with an awed expression. 

"What the hell does that even mean..." 

He knew. 

He couldn't accept it yet, but he knew.

"Damn women..."