Michael followed her as she walked gracefully down the hall to an open doorway. When she disappeared inside, he stopped for a moment to gather his thoughts. Was he really following a stripper to a private room backstage? What was he hoping to accomplish by even coming here, was it sex? Was that what he really wanted from her?
He thought again of Jenn and told himself he wouldn't let it get that far. He just needed to talk to her. He needed to prove to himself that she really wasn't Sara.
He knew deep down that she couldn't be. Sara had a new life; a new husband. Why would she be moonlighting as a stripper?
Sighing deeply Michael made his way to the open door. He stopped frozen in the doorway looking in as she removed her robe and put on the doctor coat.
Michael cleared his throat and she glanced at him.
"Come on in, Michael. Don't be shy", Amber said smiling, and Michael knew it definitely wasn't Sara. Her voice was all wrong.
"How do you know my name"? He asked his intense eyes riveted on hers.
He still hadn't come fully into the room, but was standing just inside the door frame, his eyes never leaving her.
"I know a lot of things", she said ominously with a small smile. "Now, are you coming in, or not"?
Michael told himself he should leave now, he had his answer, and she wasn't Sara. But he found himself intrigued, so he stepped further into the room and closed the door behind him.
"So why are you here, Michael"? Amber said cutting to the chase.
Her doctor's coat wasn't fastened and her breasts kept peeking out as the jacket swung open. Michael knew she wasn't wearing a bra and the sight of her white skin was killing him.
"You could start by telling me how it is that you know my name", Michael said bringing his eyes level with her face.
"Okay", she said as she approached him. "But is that what you want to do, talk"? She smiled and ran her hand along his white shirt.
Michael's breath caught in his throat at her touch.
"And here I thought there was some other reason for this little visit", she grinned sexily as she walked around him blatantly sizing him up.
"I thought you might want to continue what we started at your party", she said as she wrapped her arms around him from behind and yanked his shirt out from where it was tucked into his pants. His thin shirt was the only barrier from her bare breasts against his back, as she leaned into him
Michael's mind screamed at him to pull away, to leave right then, but she felt so good pressed against him, with her hands running up under his shirt.
She was sending uncontrollable shivers down his spine from her hot breath on his neck.
When she slid a hand down to grasp his painful erection he gasped in pleasure.
Giving in to his desires Michael pulled her around to him and wrapping a hand around the back of her neck he brought her mouth to his. He slid his tongue into her hot mouth, tasting her, and once again felt the urgent need to be inside of her, to feel her wrapped around his hardness.
She smoothly undid his pants and he felt them fall around his ankles, the coolness of the room caressing his hot skin.
He pushed her back against the wall as his hands cupped her tight ass, and lifted her body, her legs instantly wrapping around his waist.
He brought his face to her breasts and sucked a nipple into the hot depths of his mouth. She moaned and arched her back pushing herself tighter to him. He could feel her wet need against his abdomen, exciting him more.
He rolled his tongue around her nipple using his teeth lightly, and spread her cheeks pressing her harder to him. She reached and pulled his mouth from her chest and her hot searing mouth devoured his lips. She sucked his bottom lip making him harder as he imagined her mouth around his hard cock.
He knew he needed to stop but couldn't. He needed to feel her…just once. To pretend that she was Sara.
"Oh, Sara", he moaned softly as she sucked his neck, leaving him beyond control.
In his arousal Michael didn't realize he had called her Sara.
Amber brought her lips to his ear, "Fuck me, Michael", she said hotly".
Nothing more was needed to be said. Michael pushed his boxers down and thrust deep inside of her hot core. He thrust in and out as she pulled his mouth to hers. She kissed him briefly then leaned her head back against the wall. Michael looked at her, watching the pleasure he was giving her etched across her beautiful face, her face that looked so much like Sara's. He wanted her to be Sara so badly. He needed her to be.
He squeezed his eyes closed and pushed deeper inside of her.
Opening his eyes he saw Amber was looking at the ceiling. He knew she was avoiding his eyes, but he was too aroused to ponder it. Michael watched her mouth open in pleasure, as she moaned louder her rapid breath increasing. Michael knew she would come soon. She was so wet against him.
He spread her wider and thrust once more his orgasm ripping through him as she clutched him to her.
Michael continued to move bringing her closer. Now that he could think straight, his mind screamed at him that he had made a mistake, a terrible mistake.
He thrust roughly into over and over until she exploded, her moans echoing off of the ceiling, as her muscles contracted around him.
Michael, his body sheathed in sweat, leaned his head against the cool wall trying to catch his breath.
"So", Amber said in a satisfied voice. "Who's Sara"?
Michael lifted his head to look at her, but didn't say anything.
"I'd just like to know who I should send a thank you note to, thats all", she said smiling and kissed him sweetly on the cheek.
