Magic

So meeting a guy on-line wasn’t always the safest idea, but for Nora it seemed to be no less safe than meeting up with a guy at the bar. In many ways it was better; over the net you could have many conversations, feel a person out over time and see if their answers remained consistent. Still every now and then circumstances conspired and Nora would throw caution to the wind and meet someone sooner rather than later; for a real date instead of a quick coffee.

Conspiracy was afoot and Nora made a split second decision to meet in person, the guy she just met on-line. He was a local Magician, not unusual in Vegas, she checked out his page and pegged him for a player, but sometimes a girl just needed a night out. He suggested a Hookah Lounge; seemed appropriate, smoke and mirrors.

They met, she recognized the attraction immediately, but was cautious, just because she felt it didn’t mean he did. They sat down, got comfortable. The conversation flowed; it was easy, comfortable and honest. He showed off some of his craft, demonstrating a few card tricks, laughing as he mentioned with a wink and a smile that he was good with his hands.

Nora had never believed in magic, she was one of those in the audience always thinking about what kind of contortion it took for the assistants to make the illusions work. She always thought that it was the assistants who were the most talented and did the most work. On an intellectual level she knew that the magician conceived of, planned and ultimately executed each trick. Still on a night to night basis Nora thought it was the assistants and stage hands that made the real magic. Tonight she was starting to believe that there were magicians and magic in the word and just maybe some of it was for her.

It was time to leave the Hookah lounge, they went to his car. They sat, they talked, kissed. Nora had experienced all kinds of kisses; sloppy, wet, cold, aggressive, shy, but the way he kissed her; it was like she was kissing herself, perfect. She felt like her mind was being read, her needs anticipated. He allowed her time so she could nibble on his lower lip, didn’t invade, but let her slowly advance on him. Then he would return the favor. Every moment held by breathlessness.

Need had built; she wanted him, it was mutual. The keys had already been in the ignition, car started, a necessity if you wanted air conditioning in the Las Vegas heat. He looked at her “You okay with this?”

“Yes,” She pleaded as much as a reply.

He drove, Nora with her hand on his thigh. Playing, teasing. Touching him, feeling his hardness in his jeans; the neon of Vegas passing by them in a blur, the wetness of his pre-cum soaking through those jeans, it felt right. He pulled into the long corral of covered parking that marked apartment living everywhere. They each opened their own door, but necessity required she follow him to his apartment.

The keys slid into the door; magic. Once open they entered, he turned to close it, pinning her, kissing her, his need now showing. It was no longer the dance of give and take that they had been doing earlier; there was now a possession to his kiss. She returned the possession, the fierceness. It was a new dance, but still they were matched, their need in sync.

His hands, on her hips, slid up, under her shirt, feeling her curves, her softness that covered her layer of strength. She followed. She found his smooth warm skin, muscle underneath, not so much that she felt over-powered, but enough to make her feel feminine. She let go when his hands moved higher, lifted her arms up as he removed her shirt.

She still had her bra on, black, giving contrast to the pale of her skin. He breasts were full and not fake. He trailed his kisses down, between, kissing nuzzling and then he moved one of the cups of her bra aside and found her nipple. She gasped, the sensation took over her. Her hands moved down and she found his belt, unfastening it.

She unbuttoned him and slid his zipper down, slid her hand in until she found his naked skin, brought her hand to her mouth, licked her thumb and went back to him, slowly circling her wet thumb around the tip of his penis. The sensation hit him and he paused momentarily, sucking in breath rather than sucking on her tit.

She took the opportunity, sliding down till she was on her knees. She fastened her mouth on his erection, taking almost all of it in. Her fingers grasped the base and her mouth worked the rest, shaft to tip. His hands moved through her hair, not looking to guide her, but for a place to experience sensation. His hands used to picking up the feel and nuance of the cards now felt each strand of her hair passing over his fingers.

It was almost as if her mouth responded directly to his need, her tongue stroking him, caressing the tip in a rhythm he could not resist. He wanted to intertwine his fingers into her hair, to thrust into her mouth. He also wanted to give her pleasure, not just take from her.

He moved down to his knees, matching her position. Stopping the feel of subservience and moving it back to equality. Kissing her lips again, her neck, moving his hands across her bare skin, moving his hands to her back and unfastening her bra, revealing more bare skin to explore.

She wanted to touch more of him, feel more of his skin beneath her finger tips. She pushed his shirt up, over his head. They embraced, both felt the honesty of skin to skin, both wanted more, but were too hungry for the feel of skin and the taste of each others mouths to move yet. They stayed there for a few minutes, locked in an embrace of wondering hands and lips, exploring.

They were still at the door and the tile at the entryway was biting into knees, finally he broke free, moving to his feet and pulling her up with him. He lead, she followed. There was a couch in the one bed room apartment, but that was not where they were headed.

The door to the room was ajar, he pushed it far enough to let them in. As he walked into the room, bringing her behind him he reached down to a low table and picked up a remote. A push of the button and the room reverberated with a soft musical hum. The lighting had already been set low and the bedspread pulled back, an invitation to come in.

Nora had a moment of hesitation. Was this magic, the skillful manipulation of a player or just a dream; in the end she went with it, what could one night of beautiful hurt anyway.

The bed took up the center of the room, tall well appointed, wine colored sheets. He positioned her against the end of the bed, setting things up for what he intentioned.

He kissed her, his teeth grazing her bottom lip. Moving, slowly to her ear and then trailing down her neck, between her breasts, he kept kissing. Sinking down, undoing the top of her jeans. He moved lower, pulling her jeans off her hips, down her thighs, letting them rest at her calves. Her panties were black, matching her bra, highlighting again the contrast of dark clothing against very pale skin, dichotomy.

He pressed his lips against her, tasting her through the barrier, wanting more, but prolonging, breathing her in. Her scent, the uniqueness of a woman who wants a man, wants to feel him, be felt by him, it was a moment of beauty and he wanted just a moment to experience it.

He moved her black boy shorts down to meet her jeans. Flicked his tongue against her clitoris; he had anticipated the response, the breath in followed by a moment with no breath at all. He had her. A slight push back and she fell against the bed. Quickly he divested both of them of their clothing.

He moved them both to the top of the bed where their heads met pillows; he started kissing her naked body. In a way it felt like worship and another it felt more like being devoured. She could take no more. She was a woman who did not sit by idly waiting for what she wanted.

She shifted, then in one fluid movement straddled him, she now did to him what he had been doing to her. Worshiping, devouring, tasting, teasing. There was a slight sheen of sweat on both their bodies, she could taste the salt in it, but she also felt like she could taste the desire, as if desire had a taste. Nora was positioned, ready to slide down on him.

He moved his legs, bending his knees, keeping her from sliding down on him. He reached up, his fingers trailing down between her breasts, down to her navel, down across smooth shaved skin. He turned his palm up as he slid his fingers between pink lips. Nora felt him slide his fingers between her lips, finding the wetness, then he slid them into her. He found that spot, the one that drove her to the edge, to a point where thought stopped and it was only physical sensation that ruled her. Slowly he pulled his fingers out and moved his legs down. Nora took the moment to slide down him; that was all she needed to go over the edge. The walls of her vagina convulsed around him, squeezing him, drawing him in farther. He didn’t let her orgasm subside completely before he started thrusting up into her. She was again falling into pleasure, into another orgasm, squeezing, licking, kissing, milking, pulling him into her deeper, relaxing a degree to two and starting over again.

He was used to control, his illusions and magic required he keep control, but the way Nora’s body responded was quickly pushing him beyond control. He had only been inside her for about three minutes and already he was cuming. His body was giving over to her, seeking, filling; her response was a scream, her nails digging into him. She was as far gone as he was.

Just as his body felt the final moment of his release, her body started again, orgasming and in that moment it sent him back over the edge. He wasn’t sure if he came again but he knew that he had orgasmed again. It was something he had not experienced before, but Nora was not the kind of woman he normally experienced.

They fell asleep, briefly one or the other waking up to start their play over again. In the morning, after one last orgasm together, it was time for Nora to go, she had to get to work in the morning. He told her to meet him again that night at his apartment and she agreed she would.

All day at her desk Nora thought about what was to come that night. Her concentration wasn’t at it’s best but she functioned throughout the day.

She went home, showered. Then she drove to his apartment. She knocked, but there was no answer. She tried the door knob, it was open and so she went in. Her breath caught in her throat as she surveyed the room, it was empty and nothing was there but bare walls and floor. She felt like something had been stolen, her breath coming more quickly, her heart pounding. She startled.

She opened her eyes; eyes she had not realized were closed. The room was dark and she was in her own bed and there was a beeping that would not stop. She looked over it was her alarm clock. She hit the off button. She had been dreaming, it was all a figment of her mind at sleep.

She showered and got ready for a day at the office. Just before she left she took a moment to stop at the computer. She checked her page. There were several guys looking to see if she was interested. She clicked on no a few times, yes once, then she came to the last guy in her queue. A local magician and comedian, her breath caught, the resemblance was at the level of doppelganger. She looked at the options, only two yes or no. She clicked and turned off the computer.

Copyright 2009