Beautiful Stranger
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She was beautiful. Dark hair cascaded down her back and framed her green eyes and full lips. Light blue and almost sheer, her dress clung to her body as she moved sinuously to the beat of the music blasting around them. She stood alone in the center of the floor, her eyes closed and body swaying. As she moved, she felt someone fall in behind her. She continued dancing, her hips just barely grazing his. She felt arms slide around her waist, and finally she turned to see her companion. His eyes, bright as sapphires, stared playfully back at her. She grinned seductively and suddenly closed the gap between their bodies. With identical smiles, they moved as one on the dance floor, their bodies intertwined, sharing the heat that was flowing from each of their bodies. All too soon the song ended, and as the crowd began dancing once more, she slipped her hand in his and pulled him over to an unused staircase. She stepped onto the first step and turned back to look at him, the lust visible in her emerald eyes.
She stated simply, "My room," then looked at him for a response.
With a nod of assent from him, she led the way up two flights of stairs and into a softly lit room. Candles flickered softly on the windowsills, and the soft scent of a forest greeted him as he stepped onto the deep green carpet. It was simple: artwork adorned the walls, a bookshelf was to his left, and in front of him was a queen-sized bed. Her hand left his and she walked further in. She turned and faced him, and with a quick movement her dress pooled at her feet. Stepping out of her heels, she lounged on her bed, and with a seductive wink she ran her hands over here body and stopped at her pussy. Slowly she slipped two fingers inside and closed her eyes as warmth spread through her body.
Quickly he divested himself of his clothing and joined her on the bed. His mouth closed over one of her nipples, and she moaned as his tongue ran over the hardened tip, her fingers moving faster. He moved to the other nipple, and slid one of his fingers into her damp pussy, then began running it over her clit. Breathing raggedly, she moaned even louder, her hips bucking frantically as she came. Her fingers stopped their movement, and she slowly slid them out of herself and into his mouth, caressing her nipple as he sucked it still. He looked up at her, a dreamy smile playing on her face, and slowly moved down her body, positioning his mouth over her. His tongue flicked out, barely grazing the walls of her pussy. Setting up a rhythm, one hand held her hips to keep her still and one rubbed over her clit relentlessly as he probed with his tongue. She moaned, thrashing in the bed, her hand still playing with her nipple. Again she came, her cries of pleasure tearing out of her throat.
He ceased his play, and slowly positioned himself over her. Then suddenly he was inside her, filling every inch of her with his warmth. Slowly at first, then faster and faster he thrust himself inside of her, she crying out every time he entered her. As she screamed as another orgasm ripped through her, he spilled his seed into her waiting cunt. They lay tangled on the bed, their bodies intertwined with each other.
Oliver Wood looked over at the mystery woman, curled into his body. He smiled and closed his eyes, sleep overtaking them both.