OFM Lust: That’s a Beautiful Name…Now Remove My Clothes

“Hey there.”

“Are you talking to me?”

“No. I’m talking to the other loner-looking, Wednesday Addams wannabe sitting in the back corner of the bar sipping their Black Widow cocktail.”

“Ouch, and you are?”

“Annoyed. Sorry, you’re like the fifth person I’ve helped tonight.” 

“Helped?”

“Yeah. I’m going to show you what would happen if you got off your ass and walked up to that person at the other end of the bar and actually brought them home after you finally ordered them a drink. Oh, by the way, their name is Elana”

“How did you… ?”

Like I said, I’ve done this before. Close your eyes; take a deep breath, and let it out slowly…

“Babe. Hey babe!”

“What?”

“Are you going to let us in?”

“Huh?” 

“We’ve been standing outside of your apartment now for a little bit, and I kind of thought you wanted to go in.”

I can’t believe this is really happening. I don’t know who that was or what they did, but whatever happened, they were right. Elana and I were now at my apartment. I let us in, and as I shut the door, she turned me around quickly and pressed me up against the wall, and we started making out. 

They stepped back and pulled my black dress up and over my head, then tossed it to the floor. 

“Now remove my clothes.”

I realized I may have forgotten to introduce myself, and I told them my name was Julieta.

“That’s a beautiful name Julieta, now remove my clothes.”

They took a step back again and asked if I liked what I saw. I was unable to answer, clearly staring at the best pair of breasts I’ve ever seen. They smiled and told me to go ahead and touch them; they felt even better than they looked. I placed my face in the dead center of their supple, pouting breasts. I traced every inch of their breasts with my tongue, and I noticed it was something I could do all night. They slid off my panties with their foot as they took off my bra.

Elana slid a couple of their fingers into my vagina. Their fingers seemed to be navigated by each moan I was producing. My breathing was increasing, and beads of sweat were cascading down my body. They were getting to know parts of my body in a way I never have. 

Elana looked me in the eyes and whispered, “Tonight is about you.” They got onto their knees and slid their tongue into my vagina, grabbing an ass cheek with each hand. My head flung back, and I pulled her head in even more. The amount of pleasure I was feeling was something I couldn’t remember experiencing before. This could be because maybe the people I’ve been with in the past just didn’t know how to eat out, and Elana definitely does. 

They kept using their tongue and also started working their fingers into the mix. This is so hot; I can’t believe this is happening. I kept telling them, “Fuck yes!”

“I’m not going to stop. Trust me, I won’t stop until you finish.”

They traced my nipples with their tongue and grabbed a firm hold of both breasts. They stood up and started making out with me. We started to grind, and I moaned loud while we were kissing so they wouldn’t break away. Elana slipped a finger in, and my eyes rolled back. My body started to shake, and sweat was covering our bodies. I felt a little lightheaded, but not in the bad way. I felt like I needed to brace myself because I could tell we weren’t quite to the end yet.

“Oh my… god! I… I can’t… Elana, you. are. amazing!”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying this. That’s all I wanted. I wanted you to experience the best pleasure I could give you. Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Yes! So, so much! The combinations you’re working in are leaving me speechless.” 

“Good. That’s what I want to hear, the sounds of the pleasure you’re experiencing. Are you getting close?”

“Oh my god, yes. Every time I feel I’m about to orgasm, you pull back.”

“Of course I do. I want you to experience as much pleasure as possible. Are you ready? Are you ready for the release?”

“Yes please babe! I’m so fucking read…”

I didn’t have time to finish what I was about to say. They slid their pointer and middle fingers back up and were now wiggling all over my G-spot. I guess they weren’t lying, They really were holding back.

“Oh! My! Elana!”

I opened my eyes, and I was bracing myself in my seat. I was back in the bar, and my drink was still in front of me. The only difference was, Elana’s number was on the napkin under my drink.

“So, now are you going to go over to get them that drink?”