by Daemon Rider

Disclaimers: They’re mine. Don’t play with them without permission. There follows sex and women. If you’re not old enough go away 'til you are. If you don’t like these subjects WTF are you doing on this website?

Oh I know there’s a war on. I know there shouldn’t be a street light. Go with it, ok? It didn’t work as well with moonlight!

Many thanks to Governal for the beta. If this is coherent it's due to her, if it's not it's my fault.

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Copyright © 2004 by Daemon Rider. All Rights Reserved.

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The air was thick. Yellow and salty - the kind of summer night that drives you out of your house with its heat, the kind where your skin itches so bad you want to rip it off and leave it behind. It was just after ten and my ship had berthed an hour ago. I was last to leave because as first mate, I'd had to write up the log. Christ only knew how our skipper had become captain of a merchant navy transport without the ability to read.

I walked along the darkened dockside. It was so quiet I could hear beads of sweat fall from my neck to land on the asphalt below.

Then I saw her. She was outlined against the wall she leant on and framed by the orange glow of the lone street lamp - a classy dame - know what I mean? All style from the sheer silk dress that clung to every line of her body right down to the heels of her stilettos. Sweet enough to make the angel Gabriel think of sin.

Although I walked as silently a jungle cat she must have heard the rustle of cloth or maybe the whisper of a scrape of my boots on the cobbles because she straightened suddenly as I approached.

"Hello, sailor, got a light?"

She held up the cigarette - like her an upmarket brand, not like the yellow gaspers that were in my pocket. I fumbled for a match as disappointment ran through me - surely this vision wasn't just another working girl, but who else would stop a roughneck like me with that phrase.

She must be short a few quid to be working this late - there'd be none along this dock tonight bar me. But here I was, and so was she. I'd always been a lucky sod. The luck of the Irish my mother said, deliberately forgetting that we're as English as the river Mersey!

I found a lucifer and scraped it along my boot sole, holding the flame to the end of her smoke. I looked into a pair of bright green eyes and a bolt of lightening ran through me. Another couple of degrees and I wouldn't need the match - I could have lit her cig with spontaneous combustion alone.

"Thanks, sailor."

Her voice was like an angel choir, sweet and melodious. I felt the reverberations clear down to my soul and other parts south of there.

"Y'welcome, babe."

"So what's a nice girl like you doing round these parts at this time of night?"

I cringed inwardly and ran a hand through my cropped hair. Jeez, Mickey, is that the best you can come up with? If she doesn't laugh in your face after that, you're luckier than you deserve. I could see the laughter in her eyes, bubbling just below the surface. It was a struggle for her - containing it. She did well; not a trace of it showed in her voice as she spoke again.

"Could be I'm waiting for someone, sailor. Maybe I'm waiting for you."

"It's a hot night to be waiting for someone. A night like this burns up a thirst in no time."

She looked thoughtful for a moment, then smiled. "So sailor, want to buy a thirsty girl a drink?"

I thought fast. Davey's Tavern was a dive. They'd accept my kind there but it wasn't the sort of place to take a lady like her. The Alhambra would be closed at this late hour. It would have to be The Cavern - not a dive, not too up-market, and with a resident band. They weren't that keen on sailors there let alone working girls, but she looked respectable enough to be wife and not tart.

"I'd be delighted, miss."

I swept my cap off with a flourish and bowed. She tucked her hand into the crook of my proffered arm and we strolled towards the town.

The doorman eyed us disdainfully as we entered, but made no move to stop us. The Cavern was dark and smoky, but it was still serving and the band was playing Benny Goodman tunes. I steered her towards a corner table where we'd be out of sight and partially hidden. Officer or no, I was still a sailor - no point rubbing it in.

The waitress came over to take our order. She couldn't resist sniffing her disapproval as she did so. I was extra polite just to annoy her. Our drinks came. The waitress left us, giving one final sniff for good measure.

While my date studied the band I studied her. She had dark auburn hair which flashed red when the light caught it just so. With a kind of fringe. The sides trimmed over her ears, blending with the back; which flowed forward over her shoulders. I could barely resist the impulse to run my hands through it. I could just make out diamond studs in her ears. I'm no expert but they looked genuine. Her lips had a dusting of coral on them. I liked that. I hate blood red lipstick. I looked at her lips for a long moment, they were very, very kissable. I'd raked my blue eyes down the length of her body and back up again before I realised that she was watching me, amusement written large on her face. The lips I was fantasising about kissing were curled into a smile.

"Like what you see, sailor?"

Did I? I should coco! I wasn't dead yet.

If her intention was to embarrass me, it didn't work. I let my eyes travel the same path down and back to her eyes. I didn't say a word. I just whistled very, very softly. She blushed.

The band had switched tunes by now. They'd moved on to Glenn Miller. As 'Moonlight Serenade' started she held out a hand.

"Dance with me, sailor."

The look she gave me started another fire deep in my guts. I'm not much of a dancer, but I'd have danced barefoot on broken glass for another like it. She put her head on my shoulder. I felt my heart stop then start again beating three times as fast. She fit just right. I must have had around 5 inches advantage over her in the height department.

When she ran a hand over my muscled upper arm and whispered, "Nice". I forgot how to breathe. She moved in closer and cuddled up against me. Even in the dim lighting of the dance floor, I could see her eyes widen as she brushed against the hardness in my crotch.

"My, my," she breathed. "I'm not thirsty anymore, sailor. I'm hungry now."

I remembered how to breathe. But it came out as a groan.

"Walk me home, sailor."

We left our drinks untasted.

Standing in her room, I watched as she adjusted the blackout curtains before putting a match to the gas mantle. A warm glow cast a soft light over the room.

I closed the distance between us. I'd been waiting to taste those lips for what seemed like half my life. My patience had just run out. She was as sweet as I'd imagined. I ran the tip of my tongue across her bottom lip and she shuddered, granting my unspoken request. I explored the depths and her tongue met and danced with mine. Centuries passed before I drew back. I rested my forehead on hers as she sighed. "God".

She pressed herself against my crotch again. "So, sailor, do you know how to use that or is it just for show?"

If I'd expected her to be disappointed by the fact that I was a pirate sailing under false colours, I was wrong. She knew exactly what I had. And what I had was what she wanted.

I ground into her making her gasp. "You be the judge."

No more words were necessary. Clothing vanished as though it had never existed. She was more beautiful naked than I could imagine.

I held her waist as I fell backwards onto the bed, lifting her on to me as I staked my claim on her mouth again. She pressed against the toy I was wearing, harder than before. I held her off. I wanted her to be wet and begging for it first. Besides, there were other places I needed to taste.

I wriggled down the bed and indicated my desires. I could smell the sweet scent of her arousal long before she reached the pillows. I made her straddle my face, a knee on each side. I moaned aloud; I couldn't stop myself. Pulling her down, I ran my tongue along her sex - parting her, tasting her. As I reached her clit her hips jerked forward. She was hard already. I felt my own cunt twitch in sympathy. I eased up as she tried to rub against me. Oh no babe, not yet. There's a lot more I want to do before you get that.

She whimpered in frustration.

I returned to my exploration. I ran the tip of my tongue back down and licked all the moisture I could. Then, experimentally, thrust my tongue as deep into her cunt as I could. I couldn't have wanted for better results. She moaned much louder and pumped against me.

I decided a little relief was in order and returned to her clit, which seemed even harder than before. I circled it with the tip of my tongue before sweeping the flat across it. She jumped and hissed. I liked that so I did it again.

I could feel the tension building in her thighs as the muscles beneath my hands clenched. I sped up. Her moans were almost constant now. I heard the sudden hitch in her breath and knowing she was close, I sucked her clit into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth.

She came. Hard. She was a screamer.

I held her, cuddled close to me where she'd collapsed while she got her breath back. I wasn't finished yet. Neither was she.

As her breathing evened out, she levered herself up on her arm and regarded me with what I have to say was the wickedest, sexiest look I'd ever seen any woman give. And believe me when I say I've seen more than my share of women in this position.

My position was currently flat on my back and one hell of a sex goddess crawled backwards down my body. She came to rest between my thighs, propped on her elbow.

With another sultry smile she took hold of the toy, pressing it, just once, into my aching clit, just enough for my hips to buck and a groan to slide past my gritted teeth.

Then, never breaking eye contact she lowered her head. Extending her tongue, she circled the tip of the dildo with it, before taking the dildo slowly, oh so very slowly, into her mouth. I had never seen anything more erotic. As she slid her lips up and back down the length of the cock, the pressure forced the base into me. I had never been so aroused in my life. I had never been so wet. I had never wanted to come so much. I had thought I was in control. I was wrong. She'd been calling the shots since I got off the ship. And I didn't give a tinker's cuss. She could do whatever she wanted with me - as long as she didn't stop.

Of course she did stop. But only long enough to hand back to me the illusion of control. As soon as I could co-ordinate my arms and legs, I stood. She stood with me. She let me bend her over the side of the bed. Her head on the blankets and her sweet little behind raised high in the air. I used my knee to spread her legs further apart. Then I took a pace back and just stared at her for a long moment.

She was beautiful in this vulnerable state. I watched moisture gather and drip from her cunt. She was as aroused as I was. I couldn't wait another second. Reaching for her, I ran my fingers through her juices and coated the cock with them. Not that I thought I wouldn't slip straight in.

I placed the tip of the dildo against her cunt and she squirmed trying to force me in. I held her hip, preventing it, holding on to that imagined power, the power she freely gave up to me. Then I thrust my hips forward, burying the toy deep inside her. She grunted with pleasure. I slid almost completely out, then drove the cock home once more. Each movement brought moans from her. And each movement pressed the base into my clit, drawing corresponding groans from my throat. I rotated my hips slightly, hoping to increase her pleasure and mine. It did. And I almost came right then just hearing the sounds she made.

We were grinding against each other now - faster and harder. I would swear in any court in the land I felt her tighten around the shaft. I know it's not possible, but I'll lay oath on it. I reached around with my hand and stoked her clit. That was all it took. She came again. Screaming for deities unknown. And I came with her, harder than I ever had in my life. I don't know how I stayed on my feet, never mind holding her as her legs refused support.

Much later, we finally recovered the power of speech. As she lay on top of me drawing aimless patterns on my shoulder with her fingers she asked, "What are you going to do now, sailor?"

I was quiet a long moment; noticing that she was holding her breath. "Not sure, love. Guess I'm just going to be spending the rest of my life with you."

"Is the right answer!" she laughed as she leaned over to stop my speech with kisses.

The End

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