[This “sexier” scene is from a short story tentatively titled, “Hey Nia… It’s me, Anthony.”
What’s the premise of my short story?
Tatiana gets a 2:00am WhatsApp message from a stranger who is looking for “Nia”. Bored and unable to sleep, Tatiana decides to play the role of “Nia” until curiosity gets the better of her and she decides to meet up with Anthony offline.
I got the idea from a real WhatsApp message I received a while back with that very same message, “Hey Nia…It’s me, Anthony” and when I ignored the text, Anthony called and I decided to pick up. That is where the non-fiction aspect of my story ends but a story idea was hatched and I knew that title was a keeper!
Thanks to my beta-reader-newsletter-subscribers who gave great feedback on the “original” scene. I revised the scene a bit by changing their names, making him a “more typical and less talkative” man and adding a bit more context to round out the scene.
As you read on, please bear in mind that these two characters are not fully developed and that this story will have more “substance” to it than just sex like what I complained out in the other post. Your feedback is always appreciated.]
This is only an excerpt called, “Straight, No Chaser”.
*Warning – Mature content. If you’re not 18+, please stop here*
“Straight, No Chaser”
“Don’t we look sexy together Nia?”
We did but we would have looked sexier together if I had really been Nia…
I had taken the situation much too far to tell Anthony the truth. It was too late for that and I wanted to throw caution to the wind for a little while longer…
Standing behind me in front of the full-length mirror in his hotel suite, Anthony admired the way my dress fit me like a glove. He was only half-dressed, his muscular chest still bare since he had yet to put his shirt on. He slid his hands around my waist and pulled me close, kissing my shoulders up to the nape of my neck. He nibbled on my earlobe and pulled me in even closer so that I could feel how aroused he was.
As we stared at each other in the mirror’s reflection, I knew exactly what he was thinking.
“We can’t…” I reminded him, trying to gentle extricate myself from his embrace. But he wouldn’t let me and I didn’t really try very hard.
He teased me by continuing to kiss my neck in that spot that always made my knees go weak.
“We’ll be late for the event…your event. And you’re going to wrinkle my dress.”
I thought that I had convinced Anthony to stop when I felt him take a small step back. But then I felt the zipper of my dress running down my back and the sensation of his fingertips against my spine giving me goosebumps.
“Anthony…” I whispered, enjoying the feel of his large warm palms caressing my shoulders. With one brush of both hands, my dress found itself pooled around my heels. He helped me step out of my dress, carefully picked it up from the floor and gently lay it at the foot of the bed.
“No dress, no wrinkles, no worries…”
His naked chest burned into my back and his hands circled around my waist again. This time, his hands slid their way up my body to cup my breasts.
“Mmmm…” I responded as he began to perform magic.
In the mirror, his eyes snaked over me standing there in nothing but my panties. I gladly conceded when Anthony turned my head to give me a deep kiss, our tongues dancing expertly together. When I tried to turn myself around completely, Anthony stopped me.
“No, not yet. I like watching us like this.”
Anthony’s eyes were fully focused on the mirror. I was already melting quickly into such a sweet abyss of pleasure that I wanted to skip the delicious entrée of his foreplay. I wanted to indulge on him as dessert or simply have him the same way he always ordered his drinks – straight, no chaser.
“We’re going to be late…”
“I don’t give a fuck! We can be as late as I want us to be. You are the only guest I’m interested in coming…”
Anthony ran one hand back to my stomach and used a finger to trace a hypnotic circle around and around my navel. Watching him do that to me in the mirror coupled with the intent in his eyes as he looked back at me set my body on fire.
“…coming to the party?” I mumbled in an attempt to finish his sentence.
I leaned my head back on his shoulder, closing my eyes and enjoying the tingling sensation of that simple movement of his one finger and the other hand that he still had on my breast.
“Uh huh,” Anthony grunted. “I’m interested in making you come before the party.”
As we kissed again, Anthony’s hands slid along my hips to slip off my panties. I felt his fingers against my back as he undid his zipper to push his trousers to the floor. Never once did he take his eyes from mine in the mirror.
Anthony finally turned me around, quickly backed me up against the wall, and crushed his body against mine. I felt his warm hands grab my thighs, hoist me up so that my feet dangled off the floor as he positioned himself at just the right spot. I released a loud moan when he slid into me at an excruciatingly slow speed and then stayed completely still.
“You can’t just do that and then stop…” I groaned in sweet protest.
Anthony said nothing and instead ran his tongue along my earlobe.
I bit down on my lower lip to hold back another moan. Closing my eyes even tighter, I arched my back, my body unable to resist the temptation of a slow steady grind against his.
“And you like it,” he whispered as his hips responded to mine. “Just as much as I’d like to hear you scream my name this time…”
With each exit and re-entry Anthony made, our urgency quickened to the rhythm of our moans.
“Mmmm…” I braced the back of my head against the wall and arched my back to match his rhythm. “This time, I’ll gladly scream as loud as you want me to…”
“Good. Open your eyes and look at me Nia.”
I did as Anthony asked and almost melted on the spot. I loved a man who could take control.
Staring into his eyes as our bodies rocked back and forth, it didn’t matter that Anthony believed that I was Nia.
It didn’t matter that he didn’t have a clue that I was at least 10 years older than him.
Nothing mattered except how electrified Anthony was making me feel.
We were both consenting adults and what Anthony didn’t know couldn’t hurt him…
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