You can’t remember, can you? Yes, you staring into the cold glass screen, probably in in private or incognito mode. Yeah, you can’t remember, which is quite a pity. She remembers, and she’s waiting for you, but you don’t remember her. Perhaps I should remind you; maybe I’ll get something out of it too.
It was unseasonably warm that night, and you were drinking alone at the bar, the one in the alley near Park Street, unusual for you to drink alone but you met a friend that night; of course, you can’t remember his name, or was it her name? The bar closed early and your new friend invited you to an after party, and in your stupor, you joined him.
It would be easy to blame the booze on your memory troubles, but that would be a lie. Sure, you got tipsy, but not enough to impact your memory. You can tell yourself it was the booze, but you know you would be lying to yourself.
She led into the row house, and up the stairs, it was hot in there, and for a party the house was empty. You turned to him, your new friend and asked her what was going on, he just led you further into the house. You entered a room, and the door shut behind you, funny nobody closing it and your friend was gone. The room was smoldering hot and a beautiful woman was in the room, just her, you and a bed.
She was beautiful, wasn’t she? One of, if not the most, beautiful woman you had seen. Was it the heat in the room or your growing arousal that caused you to sweat? She was wearing little, a silken, translucent robe baby blue with gold fringes. Through the thinness of the material and light you could tell she had nothing underneath, the way the robe clung loosely to her breasts, nipple just barely poking through.
You felt love and lust rising within you, blood rushing to your loins but it wouldn’t be proper to ravish her right then and there would it? No, it wouldn’t but you don’t have to worry, she was feeling the same and you could tell, the way her breathing got heavier and. Only a long moment passed before she could not bear it a moment longer. She rose up from her reclined position on the bend and threw herself and you, her arms wrapped around you as you kissed each other.
The mutual pressure from the kiss was almost painful, her lips and tongue tasted like honey in your mouth. You reached one hand into her robe, untied and slightly fallen open to fondle one of her breasts. They felt good in your hands, firm and supple, gently rounded and she seemed to like it when you played with her nipples, as she moaned into your mouth. You reached with your other hand to grab one of the cheeks of her ass. It was firm, rounded and seemed perfectly molded to the curvature of your hand as you cupped it.
But something was off, what should have felt silken was like sandpaper in your hand. Her robe, it was coarse and rough, it hurt your neck where her arms were wrapped around you. But there wasn’t a scratch on her, her skin was flawless and creamy, certainly, if she was wearing such a coarse garment her skin would show some abrasion, but it didn’t.
She pulled you towards the bed, and you were lying next to each other, her arms still wrapped around you, her mouth still on yours. You didn’t pay attention to the coarseness against your skin from her robe, your only focus was on her, her mouth on yours, your hand on her breast, her nipple between your fingers.
Eventually, you broke away from the kiss, and your shirt came off, was torn off actually, she helped you with it. Shame too, it was a nice shirt. Your pants were next, underwear came off with them and you were naked. It felt good, the room was still sweltering hot, and sweat was making your clothes uncomfortable, but now naked, save for beads of sweat from passion and the heat, but that felt good too. She tore her robe off, the fabric stretching out.
You were back on the bed, your fingers and hers intertwined with one hand and you kissed her neck. You began trailing your hand down her body, stopping to once again play with her breast before traveling between her legs. She was wet, soaked actually, and your two fingers slid inside her while your thumb played with her rapidly swelling clit.