Chapter 57: temptress 2
"Oh, come on Adam," she said. "You expect me to believe Rita didn't tell you…"
"No, really, I don't…"
"Bullshit!" she said forcefully, but with a smile. "That's okay. But here's the story: I dreamt about you. I did. A sex dream."
I squirmed and tried to change the subject.
"Your hair," I said. "You changed it."
She leaned in close to me. "Do you like it?" she asked.
I told her I hadn't yet seen her in a hairstyle that didn't look good on her. She leaned in even closer.
"Good," she said. "This way my hair won't get in your face when I'm on top!"
I looked into her eyes. It was stern, intense. She leaned in even closer and gave me the coy smile. She ran her tongue over her full, red lips.
That's when Rita returned to our table.
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The next night we all had a big round table at the Elks Club. There were a couple older couples, several younger couples, Rita and me, and of course Eva. The beer was flowing and Daryl's band was tight and funky. They played soul and R&B mostly from the 60's and 70's, all the cool Motown and Stax tunes that kept people on the dance floor. Rita and I danced a little, but mostly I just drank beer and listened. It was hard not to tap my feet when I wasn't dancing.
We were dressed in jeans and comfortable shirts, but Eva again looked fine. She wore a blue three quarter-sleeve wrap dress that was tight on her big breasts and slim waist and it looked like it could easily unwrap at any moment. She was going for the earthy look, no makeup and no jewelry.
I hadn't really said much to Eva, but during the first break she struck up a conversation.
"Adam, are you gonna dance with me or are you gonna blow me off all night?" she asked me with a smirk.
"I'm not blowing you off, Eva," I said. "I'm just digging the music. It's been too loud to talk much anyway. The band is good, though, aren't they? And Daryl is killer on the keys and he really has the moves!"
"All right then Twinkle Toes, this next set, you and me are gonna do the Adam and Eva Boogie! I'm ready to shake my ass."
She turned and glanced up at the bandstand. Rita and Daryl were standing in front of the stage talking.
"Ooh-wee," she said with a wink, "Look at that, Is Daryl putting the moves on your lady? Or it the other way around? You better watch out Adam, he loves white women!"
Sure enough, early into the second set Eva asked me to dance. I glanced at Rita and she smiled and said, "I'm not going to tell my boss she can't dance with you!" and we all laughed. Eva grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the floor just as the band kicked into "Dance to the Music" by Sly. I noticed she dragged me all the way to the middle of the mob dancing, probably so we couldn't be seen by anyone at our table.
I'm usually pretty shy dancing until I'm half drunk, but not Eva. She was grooving like it was the Soul Train Semi-Finals, moving her athletic body in perfect time and syncopation to the beat. I watched her titties flying around in that flimsy dress and her legs were moving and kicking and her hemline was riding up and down her caramel thighs.
Soon her thighs were taking turns slipping between my legs and bumping my groin and her hands were taking turns clutching my ass. Her knees also got into the act and would gently brush my balls at one particular part of the chorus.
The band segued into James Brown's "Sex Machine" and that was all she wrote. Eva was staring into my eyes and her wet mouth and tongue were doing a dirty dance all their own while her hands and legs kept finding new ways to arouse me. My cock was now bulging in my Levi's and I was sure everybody on the floor could see it. This chick had taken me to the edge in five minutes.
"I have to stop!" I said, pulling away.
She grabbed my hand but I pulled it away again and started walking toward the restrooms, and Eva followed me while asking me what was wrong. We reached the area back by the restrooms where it was quieter and there weren't too many people around.
"What on Earth is the matter, Adam?" she asked, with a concerned look.
"I can't dance with you," I said, gazing in her eyes.
"You can't dance with me? What does that mean? I thought we were doing fine. Why can't you dance with me?"
"You know," I said.
"I do? What do I know?"
"You gave me a fucking hard-on!"
"I gave you a hard-on?" she asked incredulously. "That's what this is about? I gave you a fucking hard-on?" She broke into an exasperated smile. "That's what I was trying to do, Adam! Jesus Christ, I've been trying to give you one for a month."
"I'm sorry…"
She looked down at my bulge and then looked back into my eyes.
"It looks pretty good to me, Adam. And if it's any consolation, you got me all wet, too."
She put her hand behind my head and kissed me, her tongue wiggling into my mouth. After a few seconds I started to pull away but she wrapped her arms around me and pulled us tight and our tongues meshed in a long kiss, finishing the dance that I was unable to. Our lips parted just as "Sex Machine" came to a climactic halt and the crowd burst into appreciative applause.
"If you only knew what you're missing!" she said, then turned and walked into the ladies room.
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Later on back at the table Eva asked me if she could borrow my cell phone. She wanted to check her messages and she had left her phone in her car. I gave her my phone and she left to go to the restroom area where it was quieter.
A few minutes later she returned, handed me my phone and said she had be going. She gave no explanation, but assured us it was not an emergency but that she had to go. She said her goodbyes to all and was off. Rita and I continued to drink the draft beers and we danced a couple slow songs.
During the final set my cell phone vibrated with an incoming call. The display of the incoming number was not a contact I had stored in my phone, nor a number I recognized. NEWS AD, it said. That meant nothing to me so I ignored it. A voicemail soon appeared and I figured I would check that later.
Once we were home, Rita went into the bathroom and that gave me a chance to listen to my message. The voicemail put a chill in my spine and a rocket in my pocket:
"Hey Baby, its Eva. I enjoyed tonight, especially our dirty dancing. Honey, I hope I didn't break anything down there or anything. I enjoyed our kissing even more, hope there's a lot more of that. You have soft lips and a strong tongue, I like that. I thought about you all day. And you know what else? I put a butt plug in tonight that's been slow-fucking my ass for the last five hours. I wish you were over here to pull it out of me. And I hope you don't mind, but I saved my number into your phone. I had to disguise it just in case Rita goes snooping. I entered the contact as NEWS AD. That's N-E-W-S-A-D. You know what that means? It stands for 'Naughty Eva Wants to Suck Adam's Dick! (PAUSE AND BREATHING) Are you hard yet? (PAUSE AND LIP SMACK) G'Night, Baby.
"Who called?" Rita asked, as she exited the bathroom and hopped into bed.
"Ah, just another sales pitch." I said, as I moved swiftly toward the bathroom while trying to hide the lumber in my pants.
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A couple of mornings later I was checking email and saw that Eva had sent me a video the night before. She was in her hot tub and the camera was mounted facing her straight on in a soft light. Her hair was cut shorter and streaky. She had gold hoops hanging from her ears and a short, thin gold chain on her neck that reflected the light in front of her cinnamon skin. She wore a white bikini that showed off her blackness with an animal sexiness that instantly kindled a fire down below.
"Hi Adam," she said. "How are you, Baby? I'm just relaxing here in the spa…only thing missing is you. You'd have your strong arms around me and your tongue in my mouth, and I'd have my hand on your hard cock…
"You like my hair?" she asked, her eyes big and dewy and staring right into the lens. "It's a highlighted pixie. I hope you like it. I cut it for you…so my hair won't get in my eyes when I'm sucking your cock!
"How about my swimsuit, do you like it? Ugh, if you were here now you'd be taking it off of me, wouldn't you? Yes indeed, you'd be here with your slippery fingers all over me and your big hard dick ready to fuck me in all my holes…"
She raised her right hand which held a silver dildo and ran her tongue along its ten inch length. Then she raised her chin and placed the tip of the dildo to her lips and started taking it into her mouth, inch by inch, and then into her throat until most of it had disappeared.
"I pretend this is you," she said, holding it up to the camera. "But what I really want is the real thing!"
She ran the dildo south between her breasts under the bikini bra. Then she turned it left on top of her breast and pried the flimsy fabric back to briefly bare her luscious tit and large, pierced nipple with a gold hoop dangling. My mouth watered at the sight, but she quickly pulled the dildo back out and she again was covered.
"Sorry, Adam, but I have to go now. I'm all hot. There's someplace else I need to stick this thing! Call me. I believe you have my number."
Then she rose up out of the water and for the first time I saw her slim, bare, hard-packed stomach and a small gold barbell hanging from her navel that was swaying to and fro as the video ended.
This lady was like a drug. It was seven-thirty a.m., I was having my morning coffee and I had a raging piece of hardwood in my shorts. I picked up my phone to call NEWS AD.
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But I chickened out. It was too early to call, I told myself. I sent a short reply telling her how much I enjoyed her show, she's a fucking knockout and I'm hard as rock. She replied immediately and suggested I come over so she could do something to relieve my pressure down south.
I couldn't go over of course; I would feel too guilty. So I emailed Eva back and told her that as much as I was tempted and would love to come over there and chew the ring off of her luscious, pierced nipple, I just wouldn't feel right screwing my girlfriend's boss.
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