I ground to a dramatic halt, without a doubt there was a snake making its way up my leg, its cold scales brushed over my beautifully sun kissed skin on a daring ascent into my short skirt. A little wiggle didn't do the trick, if anything it constricted tighter onto my upper thigh but I didn't want to spill the dish of soup I was clutching in terror.
"Move it, woman." A rude man knocked past me on his bike, some of the creamy orange liquid dribbled onto the road. I opened my mouth to shout back at him, make him feel guilty for forgetting his manners when my life was at risk when my eyes became trapped in the stare of another. My eyes didn't flutter once, I was sure of it, but suddenly he was in front of me without any visible steps having been taken.
"S-snake..on my leg." I stuttered dumbly.
He continued to stare coldly at me with two soulless orbs of black, scrutinising every inch of my being- inside and out. My skin was prickled with sweat under the heat of his invisible interrogation, no words had been exchanged but I felt that he knew everything about me from a brief dominance battle with my blue eyes, which he won of course. Everything I held I surrendered to him, a complete stranger that I was standing with in the middle of the road, torrents of abuse from busy people trying to get past our awkward two person blockade didn't even make it into our little world. I dropped the soup I had spent all morning making for my sick Grandma and followed him away from the rest of the world.
His outfit hung loosely from his Godly muscular frame, it slithered free from his body with little effort, landing in the puddle of clothing already around our feet. Our hungry eyes devoured the sight of the other's nakedness but we made no rush to claim it right away, the rest of the world didn't exist in our run down hotel room, there was only us as male and female, no past, no future.
Unlike my own body, every inch of him was toned to a dedicated level that only years of training could promise; I was slim that's all there was to it. No legs that stretched to the moon, no perfectly curved buttocks or hefty breasts. And as for my appearance, days would go by without even a splash of makeup to add some colour to my life. I was pretty enough without it, that's what the guys of the village told me anyway.
Although his face was youthful, stress and tragedy had found a permanent home amongst his features, a tortured soul. Hesitantly, he sprung my unbrushed hair from its flimsy tie and worked his fingers through every tangle until it had achieved some small level of perfection. I didn't dare to touch his, the thick black spikes of shiny hair seemed to have an authority of their own so I busied myself with exploring the mounds of hunk that I was fortunate to have under my eager fingertips. My touch burned against his already hot skin, his breathing quickened the further down I travelled but that wasn't enough for me, I wanted to hear his voice crying for more of me and only me.
His hypnotic gaze followed my every movement intently as though he was stunned, captivated until my lips parted slightly in an accidental invitation and his mouth was on mine in an instant. It wasn't a gentle or sweet kiss it was a kiss of an affection starved man, desperate and ruthless. When I refused to immediately grant his tongue access I was silently praying that he wouldn't surrender to my stubbornness, I wanted the animalistic side that I could feel him restraining to escape. He did not disappoint. With a hungry growl his tongue speared into my mouth to explore without restraint, I ground myself against him in thanks and his clutch on my bare hips tightened.
The bed wasn't close enough, we both knew that we wouldn't make it that far. We broke the kiss simultaneously and I was on the floor, half placed, half thrown. My hardened nipples took turns in his mouth and at the same time one finger expertly entered the soaking cavern between my legs leaving me writhing hopelessly against him. My cries were becoming louder and louder until I could barely recognise the noises coming from my own swollen mouth, instead of slowing to let me adjust to his technique he added another two slender digits. Seconds before I came he pressed his forehead to mine, willing me to look at him and when I managed to his eyes were twinkling with life and his face was twisting into something that resembled a satisfied smirk. I exploded onto his hand, puffing and panting like I could never catch a breath again.
My hot lips found his, my legs snaked around his waist, slotting perfectly into place like they should never not have been attached and I drew him deeper until I could feel it. Hard as a rock, the length of a python and in one thrust he was inside me. It took every ounce of self control for him not to come on entry, I was so tight and burning hot. He dug his nails into my buttocks, groaning furiously, he couldn't get enough. Just one more euphoric thrust was his limit, every muscle seemed to spasm out of control from the force of his own orgasm and his shakey body collapsed ontop of mine.
We lay in a sweaty mess of limbs until the sun disappeared and the coolness of the early evening seemed to breath a sense of normality back into the room. I hoped that Grandma hadn't gone hungry. I hoped the man, who was still settled neatly between my thighs, wasn't a murderer who liked to kill after sex.
As if sensing my thoughts he nuzzled his face deep into the safety of my neck where stress didn't exist. I snuck a glance at him again…he was attractive, without a doubt but what on earth had possessed boring, sensible me to follow a stranger back to his hotel for mind blowing sex? Oh yeah, the mind blowing sex part of course!
"I need to go…" I purposely left a pause in my sentence for him to fill with his name but for whatever reason he didn't either notice or want to.
"Me too." He sighed, trailing the length of my stomach dreamily. I waited for him to budge…and waited…and waited but he remained fixed to my body. If I was alone in the world I would have stayed and continued to have hot sweaty sex until my body dehydrated so much it turned to sand but I knew Grandma would still be waiting on that soup.
My fingers extended just enough for me to grasp my panties- success! Why had I chosen the pairs with the childish bows on them today of all days? In fact an eighteen year old shouldn't even own such a thing.
He got the hint anyway, embrassing underwear or not, and began to pull his own clothes back on. I felt his eyes on me the entire time I dressed and he was frowning like me putting clothes on instead of taking them off was wrong.
"You live in this village, right?" I nodded in response and waited curiously for him to continue.
"Don't do this with anyone else. Wait for me, ok?" He had given me a command, softly spoken but a command none the less. A subtle burn niggled between my legs, God I was so sore but ready to go again. Ok, I can do as I'm told just this time, until I see him once more.
