Mistaken Identity
Keywords: Identity, Mistaken,
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She sat quietly at the bar, sipping her tea. Perched on a bar stool, she swung her legs to the music, fingers of her right hand tapping the time on the bar. She put down the thermos cup, and sighed softly, glancing at her watch. She nearly jumped out of her skin when a voice suddenly said, "waiting for someone?"
She looked up, eyes wide, still startled, and had to force herself not to gape at the man standing in front of her. He was gorgeous; tall, dark-haired, broad-shouldered, with absolutely wonderful green eyes and a wicked smile. She sputtered an incoherent response, and ended up shaking her head.
He sat on the stool beside her, his arm on the bar, his lips inches from her ear. "Well then," he said "since you're not waiting for someone, would you be willing to spend your time with me?" Again, she was speechless, and she simply nodded her head. He chuckled, a low sound that made her shiver; she was aware of her nipples hardening, and hoped that the dim lighting of the bar hid her reaction. He caught the hunching of her shoulders and looked down, smiling when he discovered what she was trying to hide.
"What's your name?" he asked. She took a deep breath and found her voice, "Hunny," she answered. He smiled at her, "Lovely name for a lovely girl like you." She couldn't help smiling back, a spark of mischief lighting her eyes when she heard the word "girl". She was 40, and though she could pass for younger, she didn't think she qualified as a "girl".
His grin broadened, that mischievous glint in her eyes raised interesting ossibilities. "What are you drinking?" She looked at her themos, then glanced back at him, "tea" she responded. "Tea?!?" he repeated, his voice incredulous. She nodded, "ginger and green tea" she explained. He frowned at her and she instinctively drew back. "Not champagne?" he asked, his expression softening when he realized he'd made her nervous. "No. It gives me a headache." He laughed then, delighted with her honesty. "We definitely don't want that!"
She picked up her cup, and sipped her tea again, her eyes wandering around the room before returning to his face. "Let's get out of here," he suggested, and was genuinely shocked when she said no. "I can't yet," she added. "Why not? Don't you like me?" She hastened to reassure him that she did, "but I have to sing." His brow cleared, "Ahhh…you're the singer." She nodded, "one of them."
She poured herself more tea, and sipped it. He took the opportunity to study her again. He's noticed her from across the room, an Asian woman, sitting on her own in a bar. She was dressed rather provocatively, and he assumed that she was a prostitute, like the many others he'd seen frequenting the bars, looking for a trick. Her hair curled softly to her shoulders, her eyes were dark and smoky, lips glistening with red gloss. She wore a short skirt that ended an inch or so above her knees, a loose blouse over a tank top. The top was low, exposing the curves of her breast, a hint of her lacy bra. He looked at her legs, they looked smooth and soft to the touch.
She looked at him, and he smiled at her. She smiled back, full pink lips curving, dark, almond-shaped eyes sparkling. He brushed her knee with his hand, "will you leave with me as soon as you finish singing," he asked. She hesitated for a second. "I don't know your name," she said.
"Jeremy," he answered.
"Where…where's your house?" she asked.
He smiled triumphantly, knowing he had her. "I live at the Asia Apartments."
"Really?" She wondered what he was doing in Asia; he lived in a pretty ritzy service apartment, costing a couple of thousand dollars per month.
He nodded again.
Their conversation was interrupted when the guitarist called her to sing. Jeremy listened in amazement when she sang. Her voice was smooth and sultry, he could almost imagine how she would sound when she moaned. She sang a total of 7 songs. She was flushed and smiling when she returned to him.
"You've got a wonderful voice."
"Thank you, Jeremy."
"Are you done, now?" She nodded.
"Let's go then."
She bit her lip, clearly hesitant. He laughed, "Don't you trust me?"
"I…I…we just met!" she protested.
He slid an arm around her shoulders. "I won't hurt you. In fact, I'm going to do everything to make you feel good. It'll be worth your while."
She didn't know what to do. She couldn't believe this was happening. A fantastically good-looking man was picking her up at the bar. Part of her was frightened, the other part yearned to be touched. After a minute she nodded, throwing caution to the wind.
She gathered up her things and went with him to his car. It was an SUV, and she had to climb into it, her skirt rising higher. He grinned with appreciation, and helped her in, before walking to the driver's seat.
He made small talk during the short drive. She could feel her heart pounding. She was so nervous, she could barely speak. When they got to hotel/apartment, he led her to his room, and she gasped when she saw how luxurious it was. Before she could say a word, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her. "I want you to sing for me, want to hear you moan," he murmured, his hand cupping her breast, stroking her nipple. He undressed her quickly, tugging her clothes off impatiently, grinning when he saw the huge damp spot on the crotch of her lace panties.
She surrendered to his touch, her soft little cries of pleasure punctuating each of his caresses. When his finger entered her sex she moaned low in her throat. "Ah baby, you're still so tight," he said, "my cock is going to feel so good inside you." She pulsed when she heard his words, and he laughed, gently adding a second finger inside her. Her thighs were spread wide, hips undulating, slick velvet tunnel dripping juices. He pushed her back onto the bed, and dipped his head and licked up her slit, flicking over her clit. She cried out again, her hips jerking. He sucked on her clit, and felt her buck and squirm. He refused to release her, his tongue tapping on her clit, teasing it, while he sucked. He felt her convulse, and felt her sex clamp around his fingers, juices running over them. He lifted his head, and looked at her dazed eyes. He withdrew his fingers and licked them, tasting her sweetness, before sharing her juices with her. He nodded in approval when she lapped at his fingers.
He told her to get on all fours on the bed and spread her thighs. Her cunt twitched when she heard his commanding tone. She quickly complied, turning her head to watch him undress. She was still breathing hard, and she licked her lips when she saw his body, muscled, toned. "Oh god," she whispered, his cock was huge, the biggest she'd ever had. She shivered with a combination of fear and anticipation when he sheathed his cock in a condom.
He got behind her, and lightly swatted her ass. "Such a spankable, fuckable ass" he commented. He smacked her ass again and again, chuckling when she moaned and jerked. "You like that, don't you?", he asked, running his fingers over her drenched slit. He replaced his fingers with his cock, rubbing it against her slippery folds. He teased her clit with his cock head, pulling back when she tried to grind against him. He placed his cock head at her entrance and slowly pushed in. They both cried out when the bulbous tip popped into her tightness. She spread her legs out wider, her hips rocking back. He spanked her again; "Don't move!" he ordered. She tried to keep still, moaning when he teased her by pulling his cock out and only re-inserting the head. Her knees trembled, she wanted him in her, it was making her crazy to feel him only an inch or so deep. She cried out, "more, oh please Jeremy give me more!"
He smiled and pushed his cock in deeper, but only two inches deeper. She moaned in pleasure and tried to impale herself further on his cock. She was stopped by another sharp slap to her ass. She whimpered in frustration as he continued to tease her, fucking her with shallow thrusts. She wanted all of him.
"Please Jeremy, fuck me! Please, PLEASE," she begged, nearly mindless with lust. She cried out again when he pushed in deeper, but it still wasn't deep enough. "More, Jeremy, MORE, MORE, MORE!" she shamelessly pleaded. He heard the desperation in her voice, and suddenly thrust in home, his balls slapping her clit. She screamed, a high wail of pleasure and pain, "Oh godddddddddddddddd!" He nearly screamed himself, she was incredibly tight around him, a hot velvet vise around his cock, holding him deep. He felt her walls ripple over his shaft. He pulled back slowly, he could feel her softness caressing every inch. He started slowly, letting her feel him, every thick glorious inch of his cock as he withdrew and pushed back in, filling her sex, stretching her open. As the pleasure built for both of them, he began moving faster, his thrusts sharper, deep and rough, his heavy sac slapping against her. He finally allowed her to move then, and reveled in the grinding of her hips, her counterthrusts, the bouncing of her breasts as they fucked.
He grabbed her nipples, pinching and twisting them, and felt her cunt squeeze him in response. He leaned over her, "Do you want to cum, Hunny? Is that what you want?" She nodded, unable to speak, her mind whirling with the pleasure. His fingers flicked over her clit, and she squealed, her body writhing, her velvet walls gripping him tighter. "Not yet, baby, not til I say, do you understand?" She groaned but nodded, trying desperately to keep her body under control. Her juices were trickling down her thighs, splattering each time his balls slapped against her. He reached down and scooped up her wetness, and rubbed it over her sensitive little ring. She tensed, but was too far gone to stop him. With one slippery finger, he probed her tight bud, suddenly pushing it inside her ass; at the same time telling her to cum hard for him now. Her eyes rolled in their sockets, the sensations were too much to bear, and with a scream of pure lust, her body exploded, her cunt and ass clenching and releasing, juices gushing over his cock.
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Keywords: Identity, Mistaken,