Posted by Clemstra on August 22, 2004 at 23:47:30:
Jill's Dinner Date - by Clemstra
Copyright 2004 - Clemstra
Jill shook her short black hair out of her face.
It had come out from her hair net. Her brown eyes
blinked under the harsh glare of the cafe's neon
lights. Her bra was to tight damn it. She would
probably have a rash under her breasts, but she
didn't have the money for a new one. There were
bills to be paid. Her nails cut short, no polish,
her hands those of wear from years of work.
Then he came in. Like a giant balloon floating
on the wind during a holiday parade. She pursed
her dark red lips, wetting them with a slight lick
of her tongue.
Jill couldn't explain it, even to herself. He
wasn't a handsome man. He was extremely obese,
bald, sweating. He stood about 5'9, with skin
that reminded her of unbaked white bread dough.
His eyes were like clear running water, he
both repelled and fascinated her at the same time.
He sat at the counter and the smell of him hit
her. She found herself immersed in a sweat salty
scent. She inhaled deeply her mood became congenial.
He reached over and touched her wrist. The
temperature of her body went up, she felt hot,
her face flushed.
"I'd like to take you home after work." He phrased
it as a statement not a question.
She found herself smiling, agreeing to a date...
No, to more then a date with a man she'd never
met before. Why did this man make her feel this way?
She felt sticky and wet from vaginal secretions.
What caused her to want to give herself to a total
stranger?
This wasn't like her. She was normally a shy person.
Jill didn't date much to begin with, much less an
impetuous one night stand.
She found herself in his home, a small bungalow with
no pretensions. No style save Goodwill decor. Not
that she was any fashion maven. She was a poor
waitress trying to stay one step ahead of life on
the streets.
There was no small talk. She found herself following
him to his small cramped bedroom. A large bed could
just barely be seen in the unlit room. The smell of
unwashed underwear mixed with that strange erotic
scent he was putting out.
"I don't even know his name," she thought.
Like a sleep walker she removed her clothing and threw
it in a pile next to his. Her breasts bounced as
they were released from undersized bra. She breathed
a sigh of freedom, her nipples hardened, she felt
aroused, desirable and desiring. She'd never been
this way with any other man. Her nipples became
erect, standing out, begging to be touched, kissed,
sucked.
He unabashedly removed his clothing. Without a word
he flopped on the bed, the mattress bouncing up and
down under his weight. He held his arms up to catch
her, wordlessly urging her to jump on top of him.
Jill found herself falling into his pudgy soft arms,
onto his hairy soft chest.
His lips found her nipples and he sucked them,
his tongue later licking her breasts and the
valley between them. He turned her around to begin
sucking her vaginal hole, his tongue sliding in
and out. She felt the bumpy surface of his tongues
taste buds brush over her clit. She moaned deeply,
in ecstasy.
He turned her around as his penis began rise,
a shaft thick and strong, demanding to enter
her. To her surprise she found herself behaving
like a maddened cat in the throes of heat.
She wanted him, parting her legs to take all of
him into herself.
She screamed an animal scream of lust and then
satisfaction as he came into her, his semen like
hot fluid making her warm and alive.
Exhausted Jill fell limp and he lowered her onto
him. His member now still within her she felt
safe and relaxed. but somehow warm and as if it
had melted and become a part of her, welded to
the insides of her body.
His body was soft, covered in sweat, his hairy
chest like a nice soft pillow. She barely noticed
she seemed to be sinking into him.
She heard a sucking noise that stirred her out of
her half sleep. She tried to roll off him only
to find that her arms were covered in something.
She thought a blanket, but it was flesh, his flesh.
His flesh clinging to hers, covering her, molding
to her, engulfing and pulling her into him.
She was sinking into him, his body like warm dough
seemed move like tiny fingers massaging her. Jill
tried to raise herself one last time.
"Just rest, enjoy and drift off." His voice
whispered to her gently. A waft of scent hit
her from him, the smell made her feel relaxed, happy.
She let herself fall back down upon and into him.
Her breasts well withing his chest felt tingly,
so nice.
"Ahhh, a nice relaxing meal after sex is always so
nice. Your very tasty Jill." She heard the words
as she sank further into him, covered in warm flesh.
The darkness became final as she was sucked
completely inside of him. She fell asleep thinking
it all a dream.
He lay relaxed, the shape of her body within him,
slowly digesting. Her heart beat still a music
he felt through out, the flavors of her body and
secretions mingling as she started to gigest.
He would give her clothing away to charity.
Jill's plump body digested pleasurably within him.
Before dozing off he smiled, thinking he wouldn't
need to look for another meal for at least a month.