Part 2
It had taken me forever to get ready. Even though I knew this was just a necessary check in to her, I still wanted to stun her. I'd changed several times before settling on my outfit. The snug pants and t-shirt hugged my curves the way I wanted. After some contemplation, I decided that I didn't need the bra, preferring the way my breast jutted through the thin fabric without it.
I wasn't expecting anything, but I was still excited by the prospect of getting to play the role of Dana Scully's date. On the way there, I drove myself crazy with the thought of touching her, flirting, playing with her hair maybe. I knew it would be hard once we left and got down to the real business of the evening. But at least I'd have one evening.
When I first entered the bar, I couldn't find her. A young woman at the bar caught my attention immediately however. I followed the smooth curve of her hips upward, admiring the leanness of her well muscled back, and the line of her sleek neck. She was talking casually with an older woman dressed in coveralls. It wasn't until she turned to look at something the other woman was pointing to that I realized that it was Dana Scully.
The hair threw me most. Gone were the brilliant red locks, replaced with a bland sandy brown. Much of her face was hidden by the red baseball cap she was wearing.
I ordered a drink from a waitress and settle in to wait for my drink. I wanted at least one shot under my belt before I took on this challenge. That's when I caught her. I looked back when the waitress walked away and caught her blatantly ogling me from across the room. Her sweet lips were delicately parted, as though she were panting and I was lost. I couldn't hold myself back. The excitement had overpowered any fear I had and I found myself going much further than I'd intended. My hands moved as though they had a mind of their own, trying to explore her body right there in the bar.
As we talked, I realized that she was enjoying my attention. She leaned in to my touch and I detected a delicate shiver racing through her when I leaned in to whisper in her ear. Each reaction from her sent a tingling straight to my center. By the time we were ready to leave, I was practically dragging her out the door.
And now, as we tumbled through the door to my hotel room, I was so grateful that it hadn't been some kind of mistake or misunderstanding. It had all happened so fast.
Closing the door behind us, I slammed the dead bolt and turned around to find her watching me, licking her lips. "Mmmmm. Dana." I murmured as I approached her, pulling her back into my arms. "I need to taste you."
She gasped as I leaned in and caught her lips with mine. Her hands were already sliding under the hem of my t-shirt, her nails crawling their way up my ribs, to my breasts. She caught my nipples between her fingers as she teased. My tongue found its way into her mouth, exploring the rough texture of the roof of her mouth and cool crispness of her teeth.
My hips rocked into her, expressing the throb that was growing there, my clit rubbing hard against the seam of my jeans. As though she understood, one of her hands slid down, over my stomach, pressing a single finger against the hot, damp seam, putting pressure on my center, sending twinges of excitement shooting upwards. My head fell back as she continued pressing, lightly at first, then pressing harder, stroking slowly and confidently. Soon, she had my thighs twitching and we hadn't even removed our clothes yet.
Abruptly, she pulled her finger off me, cool air rushing to the damp fabric, nearly sending me crashing to the floor. She grinned at me, hooking her finger at me, indicating that I should come closer. I leaned in, wanting to know her secret and her finger came up and hooked a finger into the cord around my neck and yanked me millimeters from her face. "Undress us, Mon."
Swallowing hard, I started with my own clothes, kicking off my shoes, then peeling away my t-shirt and pants. "Mmmm… No underwear at all huh?"
I shook my head and approached her, uncertain where to behind. "Start with my shoes," she instructed, putting a hand on my should to push me downward. I untied her boots and then she lifted each foot so that I could remove them. Before standing, I pulled off her socks, tossing them aside. Once I was back on my feet, I went for her shirt next. I skimmed my fingers under the thin fabric, letting my fingers tease the tender skin just above her jeans. I watched her squirm under my touch and smiled, slowly pulling the shirt up and over her head. Her bra I took care of quickly, the urgency growing.
I paused to look into her eyes before I reached out to unbutton her pants. Her eyes were closed and her fingers were curling and uncurling in anticipation. Her pants fell quickly around her ankles and I was faced with removing her underwear. For this, I knelt again, sliding my hands upwards from her ankles, feeling the trembling muscles of her thighs and the heat of her folds. I stopped there, teasing her with long, careful strokes that barely tickled the tip of her clit through the silky blue fabric. Her hands weaved into my hair to stabilize herself as she began to sway with the motion of my finger.
Leaning in, I inhaled the heady scent of her cunt, sweet and musky, already seeping through the satin. I moved my fingers outward, to trace the edges of the panties, until I reached her hips, where I hooked them under the waistband and slowly dragged them down over her thighs.
She stepped out of her underwear and I tossed them aside. Leaning down, she put a hand behind my head and guided me back to my feet, pulling me back until I fell with her onto the bed. My legs were straddling her thighs and I could feel her thrusting up against my slit. Somehow, she maneuvered her hand into the space between us, pressing hard against my clit. Immediately, my head fell back, arching my back, a low moan falling from my lips.
"Oh, Dana," were the only words I seemed capable of expressing as she drove two fingers inside of my dripping cunt. It felt so tight. Meanwhile, her thumb was still strumming my clit rapidly. My hips began moving, riding her fingers heavily. Reaching out, I brought her other hand to my lips, sucking each finger in, one by one, rolling my tongue over each tip. I could see her heart beating in her chest. Her fingers drove deeper and deeper inside me until I could barely breath. My body clenched down on her, trying to draw them further inside.
I leaned forward, supporting my weight with one arms, still riding her fingers, and brought a hand to her face, smoothing my palm across her delicate cheek. "You so beautiful, Dana. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't wanted this too."
In response, she turned her face and placed a tender kiss in my palm, then whispered, "I want to taste you," echoing my words. Before I knew what was happening, she had pulled her fingers from me and was sliding herself down until her face was between her legs. She got caught momentarily because I had never removed the cap. Gently, I tugged it from her hair with a little laugh, smoothing her hair back on her head and watched those beautiful lips disappear beneath me.
And then I felt her. Those hot, plump lips closed down around my clit, sucking carefully, and then I felt her flicking the tip of my clit with her tongue as she sucked. I could hear the quiet sound of her drinking my juices as she worked. Then that detailed-oriented tongue delved inside, taking a taste of the deeper wetness and I couldn't hold back the cry that rose up through my gut. My hips struggled to move with impatience, but she held them steady with firm hands, driving deeper inside me, her pert little nose still teasing my clit.
I was so close that I was quivering. She finished me off when she delicately nibbled at my clit with hard sharp teeth, with a careful tug. Sound crashed in around me and I could feel my body quaking with my climax. I struggled to stay up, not wanting to crush her. But she rode it out, still holding me up, her tongue making long, perusing strokes along the full length of my sex until I stopped shaking.
Slowly, she pulled herself out from under me, coming up behind me to wrap me up in her arms. A hand came up and turned my face towards her, drawing my face into hers and placing a tender kiss on my lips. I could taste my own juices on her lips, mixing with the taste of beer and the minty toothpaste she used.
"That was incredible, Dana," I gasped. Amazingly, that drew a deep flush to her face. It deepened the intensity of the blue in her eyes. Licking my lips, I leaned in for another kiss, slipping my tongue across her lip, then sucked it between my own. Pulling back, I bit slightly and felt her arms come around me. Quickly, I pressed her back onto the bed, driving my thigh between hers, fitting it tightly up against her wet center. I watched her eyes fall shut as I leaned in to bring my lips to her neck, sucking and nipping my way down to her collarbone. With each swath of skin I explored, I let my tongue come out to slide over it to sooth. "You know, I really love the way you taste… But the smell of you has always driven me crazy… Ever since I met you. Minty and spicy. What is it? Cardamom? Cinnamon? Cloves? It's incredible."
I moved down now, from her collar bone to her focus my attention on her chest. First, I laid claim to her sternum. My tongue slid down the smooth flat surface of it, tasting the sweet sweat that lingered there. As I worked, I could feel her breath moving beneath me. I let myself explore outward, tasting the silky skin on the underside of her breasts, the edges of the round globes, then finally her dark rosy nipples. I took time to tease each nipple to it's full length, sucking, nipping, tugging at them. "Monica! Please!"
I paused, looking up at her now glowing face, "Please what?"
"I'm so close. Please, fuck me," she begged, her hips pushing up in hunger.
"Don't worry, I'm getting there." I said, smiling up at her.
I moved a little faster, quickly teasing my way down across her soft stomach before sliding a hand between her legs. My fingers came to her folds and spread them wide, feeling the heat rolling off of her. "You're so wet. You're definitely dripping." She made quiet sounds in her throat, her hips thrusting against my hand, desperate for more contact. I gave her a quick flick of her clit, then pulled away. I did this a few more times until she was writhing beneath me. Gasping heavily, she begged, "Please. Don't tease me any more. I need this."
My finger began to thrum her clit methodically. Her body shook with each touch of my finger, quivering faster and faster. "Come for me, Dana." I increased the intensity of my strokes and watched as her face fell back and opened up as she crashed over the edge. Her whole body shook beneath me as she climaxed. My finger kept stroking her swollen clit until she stilled.
Bringing my fingers to my lips, I sucked two into my mouth and tasted her, savoring it. I offered the other two up to her lips and she eagerly sucked at my fingers, her swift tongue delving between them and cleaning off every trace of the sweet juice. "I never imagined it would be like this, Dana."
She smiled, laughing softly as she looked up at me. "I thought it was just a hopeless crush… I guess that means we were both wrong."
