Three Nights To Remember

Three Nights To Remember

If you can say anything about her, it is that she is naturally erotic. Every move she makes is a sexual gesture. Every word is a double entendre that eludes to a pleasure of some kind. It would be accurate to say she oozes sex. She moves like an erotic dancer and glides through her days leaving men weak behind her and women feeling something they may never have before.

She lives for some form of sexual intercourse, or at least seducing some poor soul who has fallen under her spell. She simply drips sexual depravity, showing as much as the law will allow and to whoever will look.

She did not like clothes, not wearing them whenever possible, and choosing--when she wore them--the ones that revealed as much of her as plausible without risking outright arrest. She never wears underwear often strikes poses that offer peeks at her privates, or at least under the thin material that covers them.

To say she is mindful of her gifts, her allure,

her sexiness, is an understatement of gigantic proportions. She is aware which movements are seductive, prurient, lustful, and effective at attracting men's sexual attention and keeping it as long as possible.

She is a King Cobra at hypnotizing men into sexual compliance, and she never misses a chance to lead a man into her sexual lair. Like a Black Widow, she lures a naive fellow into her web and devours his energy and sexual appetite. It is definitely intentional. She plans, practices, and does everything she can to achieve her goal of seducing every male she comes close to and many women, which I learned she has done both.

Her name even sounds sensual. Clarissa. When she says it, she draws out the middle syllable as if it is a tasty chocolate that she wants to hold in her mouth as long as possible. It is a combination between clitoris and piece. Just hearing say her name can be a sexual experience.

The first time I met Clarissa I knew the moment I heard her speak I wanted to have her in my life, at least under me. I was also aware, of course, that I would only be one of many. It became an obsession, and I thought about her every day after that for years.

She wore a dress that first time that could not have fit tighter if it had been painted on her. Every curve, every succulent inch of her body was held firm by the nearly sheer, delicate fabric of her elegant long, slinky outfit. She stood and exposed herself to those present, as if she was who they came to see. After they saw her, it was clear they were happy they had come to wherever they were.

Eventually, I introduced myself and her smile was enough to give me sexual fantasies for a year or more. It was an event where she wasn't there main feature. She wasn't even a part of the program, but you know if you go to a wedding or an event and someone says, "Did you see her?" and everyone knows who it was they meant? It was that kind of a thing. People remembered her, even though she was just a guest, like most everyone else, but she stood out and everyone, man or woman, remembered her.

"Are you with the organization?" she asked after I told her my name.

"I am just here with a friend," I said. "He is a member." She nodded, as if the same thing applied to her, and raised her glass. It was a toast to 'guests' and she took a sip.

"You from around here, David?" she asked.

"Burbank," I said.

"North Hollywood," she said, answering the unasked question.

Of course, I thought. The perfect place for a person who stands out so much to be from.

"What do you do in Burbank?" she asked.

"Pasadena," I said. "I work in Pasadena for Granite Publisher."

"You a writer?" she asked.

"Editor," I said. "I am a glorified proofreader."

"Well, glorified is better than nothing at all," she said. "I am impressed anyway. I've never met an editor/proofreader before. Glorified or not," she said.

"This thing is a drag," I said. "Want to go find something more fun to do?"

"I'd love a little fun," she said. "Any ideas?"

"One, but I am embarrassed to say it aloud," I said.

"Don't be embarrassed. I may like it," she said. "You never know unless you try. Why don't we try dinner first," she said. "That should be safe, then maybe what you are also thinking about."

I was about as pleased as I could be. Here was the most beautiful and sexy woman I had seen in years, and she was suggesting we go to dinner and maybe more. I didn't want to seem too eager but it was a losing battle to avoid sounding eager.

"Dinner would be wonderful," I gushed. "Do you like seafood?"

"They call me Shrimp Girl," she said with a sexy grin.

"How about an early dinner? This place is a drag," I said.

"I was thinking the same thing," she replied seductively. Even when she said something nonsexual, it came out dripping with sensuousness, suggestive and depraved. She smiled in a way that implied an eagerness to engage in sexual adventure.

I chanced a quick glance at that sleek figure underneath her skintight and long, sexy dress. She seemed to appreciate my clandestine appraisal and turned away, grinning, as if she knew what I was thinking, which I am sure she did. I was thinking sexual, and I was sure she knew it.

I could almost taste her as we moved toward our cars. I watched her from behind and her bottom swayed seductively under that dress as she approached her Jaguar convertible. I thought what a perfect car for what moved under that sexy, velvety dress. It was as sexy a view as I had ever had. Pure sex, absolutely prurient, totally seductive, absolutely addictive. I followed her like a puppy in heat, hoping for more than a lustful view.

I imagined her naked under that dress, pictured a lovely bottom, perfect breasts, wonderfully long and sexy legs, and I envisioned a trimmed bush circling a sweet and beautiful pussy slit, with delicate and rosy pink, puffy lips.

There was nothing about her that didn't cry out sex, and I stiffened as I walked to my car. I adjusted myself in my pants and sat behind the wheel before starting my car. We had agreed she'd follow me, but I knew following other people, especially men, was not something she did much of. She was a take-the-lead woman, and I was eager to follow her guidance.

I had picked a famous seafood restaurant near the harbor that I knew had a secluded section in the back that I would ask for. We parked next to one another in the parking lot and she brushed against me as we walked to the door.

I ask for a table in the back and the waiter led us to just what I wanted. There was a candle on a small table and just enough light to let me see her lovely face. She smiled as she placed her napkin on her lap. "Very romantic," she said. "You have expectations beyond dinner?"

"One can only hope," I said wiping my mouth with my napkin. She chucked, as if she felt she was a prize at a raffle and I had just bought a ticket.

"That's true," she said. "You want something, you've got to go for it," she added with a sexy and mischievous smile.

She ordered oysters and grinned at me as if she'd just said an obscene word. "Probably don't need any help," she said, "but it can't hurt, right?"

I ordered the same, plus shrimp and a bottle of wine. Before I did, I asked her what she liked.

"I like things with alcohol," she replied. "Champagne is good. Moonshine is okay. If it removes my inhibitions, then it's working its magic."

As we ate I imagined what the evening might bring. I pictured her sitting naked at the table and smiled to myself. She looked like she knew what I was thinking. Her ankle touched my leg and she didn't move it.

We shared a raspberry cheesecake and had coffee with dessert. Although it was dark, I could see she had a look that would start the heart of a dying man. As we left she asked if I would like to follow her to her place for an after dinner drink. Drink was what she asked about, but the look on her face spoke of something different, something way more exciting than just coffee. What her look communicated gave my heart a jumpstart, and my mind got all fuzzy.

I followed her for three miles and parked beside her in a two-car driveway next to a two story house overlooking the ocean. "You have a nice place," I said, looking for something to talk about.

"It's my parents' place," she said as she headed for the door. "They willed it to me."

"Sorry to hear they passed," I said.

"Oh, they didn't pass," she said. "They just moved to Florida. Gave me the house and the car."

"Nice car," I said.

"Gets nine miles to the gallon," she said as she put her keys in the front door lock.

"Looks sexy," I said.

"Looks can be deceiving," she said. "Not everything sexy works like you want it to. Just because it has a nice body doesn't mean it does what you want. It is how it performs that counts." I am sure, with the body you've got, you perform real good, I thought.

"How do you perform?" I asked.

"You'll have to see," she said.

Just inside the door she turned to me, stood before me and began taking off her clothes. "I am a bit of an exhibitionist," she said with a smile. "I don't wear clothes if I don't have to."

"And you certainly don't have to," I said. "I like a naked lady when I can find one." She smiled and removed her dress. She wore no bra and her tits were perfect. They were high and round and with cherry red nipples about the size of my thumb.

She had no panties on and I looked down at a trimmed and delicate pussy with lips that were puffy and pink and looked absolutely delicious. When she was completely nude, as soon as the dress was off, she put her arms around my neck and kissed me.

It was a long, slow, very hot kiss, with lots of tongue. She turned her head sideways and pulled my lips against hers. "You like to eat pussy?" she asked when she broke the kiss.

"It's my favorite hobby," I said.

"I like a man who knows what he likes to eat," she said.

"I watch my diet," I said. "I only eat people I like." She smiled and kissed me again.

"You make me laugh, and also hungry," she said. "But giving you something good to eat is the least a girl can do," she purred. "Can I invite you to my bed?" she asked seductively.

"Or on your kitchen counter, your sofa, or in the yard," I said. "I'd eat you anywhere you happen to be," I said.

"Let's do it in the bed," she said. "I like the idea of the kitchen counter, but the bed is softer and doesn't have sharp edges." She led me to her bed and helped me down on my back. She climbed on the bed and crawled over my head, putting one leg on each side of my face. Slowly, she lowered her pussy to my mouth, mashing her slit over my lips, letting her juices slide down my throat, getting my face all wet.

I swallowed and began sucking on her splayed and juicy pussy. As I sucked on her soggy slot, she slid her pussy back and forth over my mouth. I put out my tongue and let it slide up and down her wet and puffy slit as she moved over me, guiding it between her petals and tasting her lemony lotion as it dripped from her lovely and tasty pussy that moved across my lips.

She groaned as I ate her and put a hand on each side of my head, holding me against her slippery sex. "Oh, God yes," she hissed. "Oh, eat my pussy good. Yes, like that. Oooh, yes."

Her words made me suck harder, and her groans grew louder until they were nearly shouted. I found her clitoris with my tongue and began pushing it firmly against her sensitive bud, feeling it with the tip of my tongue and focus the force to the tiny, hard spot near the top of her vulva.

Her flow began to increase as her orgasm approached, and I increased the movement of my tongue. She took hold of my ears and lifted my head towards her pussy. "Drink me, baby," she yelled. "Drink my pussy's soup. Oh, yes, eat me, eat me, eat me."

I was sucking and circling my tongue and drinking her as if it was a lavish meal, and she was moaning loudly without caring how loud she was, as if she didn't care if the world could hear. Maybe she wanted to be heard.

My eyes were closed as I dined on her, but as I ate I pictured that naked body when she took off her clothes and stood before me, telling me she was an exhibitionist. I drank in her nakedness as I was drinking her lubricant that dripped from her pussy, swallowing whatever her pussy could produce.

She was indeed a sexual marvel and I was determined to give her a time she would remember for awhile. She squealed and moved over me, her knees on each side of my head, her pussy over my mouth, her head back, and hands on each side of my neck.

She rode my face for an hour, coming twice without much of a rest. When she finally exhausted all her energy, she collapsed beside me like a airless balloon.

Clarissa fell on the bed next to me, breathing hard, drained and satisfied. "Don't go anywhere. I want to return the favor," she whispered, barely able to speak. Eventually she moved around until my cock was near her mouth.

She took my erection in her hand and examined it like an art critic examining a fine piece of art. She put out her tongue and licked up and down my shaft as if she were tasting a piece of candy, savoring the flavor and relishing the act. Finally, she put her lips over the tip and let it slide into her mouth until her nose was resting in my pubic hair.

She held me there, breathing around my stiff cock, then she pushed a bit farther, deep throating me as good as any porn star I'd ever watched, holding me in her throat without gagging like a pro who has held many cocks in her mouth and loved doing it as often as she could.

When she began bobbing her head up and down my shaft, she slowly and steadily increased her speed until my cock was going in and out of her mouth at an amazing speed. Her lips tightened around my staff and my breath went out of my lungs as my orgasm built inside of me and my head began to spin.

She started humming as she sucked and slid my cock in and out of her mouth, her tongue extending along the underside of my dick. It was clear she had sucked many cocks and obviously loved doing it, as she had perfected cock sucking like no one I had ever been with. I didn't how many she'd sucked. I just cared that she was sucking mine.

She had recovered nicely and had an energy sucking cock that I couldn't believe. When I had come and recovered enough to hear, she said, "When you're able, you need to put that somewhere warm and soft, and I have just the spot. Will you fuck me, David, and fuck me good?"

"I will do my best," I said.

"That's all I asked, as long as your best is good enough," she said. "Just keep it hard, keep it in, and keep it fast," she demanded. "My standards are high, so do your best, but I have seen lots of cocks," she said. "and yours is not the worst. So use it like it was meant to be used and fuck me so I'll cry out for more."

I put the head of my cock between her legs, placing the tip at her pussy lips and pushing in, sliding my erection into her in one quick motion, slipping it to the back of her cunt until the tip contacted her cervix and she grunted.

"Ah, yes," she said, biting on her lower lip. I fucked her from below until she pulled it out and assertively told me to get on my back. She climbed over me and settled herself down on my cock, letting it slide up in quickly and with force, then bouncing over me in a steady rhythm that let her savor the feel of me stuff her vagina with my eager and very stiff cock.

I fucked her until I came, and then she milked the cum out of me with a pulsating pussy that gripped and held me like a fist in a glove. When I was no longer able to produce another drop of cum, my cock shriveled and slipped out of her.

"You did good," she said. "Maybe you'll get another chance."

I had three more chances, two at her house and one in my car on a cliff over the ocean. I am waiting for that next chance, but I am sure many men have been enjoying that wonderfully talented, extremely elegant pussy. I haven't seen her since our third time together, but I am always watching and hoping for the opportunity to come again to enjoy Clarissa the way I did those three times, in her parents' old house near the ocean those two evenings, in my car, and all those times I thought of her when she wasn't there.

I will always remember the night we shared a seafood dinner after a boring conference, and traded the meeting for a night of lovemaking afterwards in her bed in her parents' house by the sea. She is a memory I won't soon forget.