Copyright © jonniphillips2008

jonni hot in red

You enter the bar, carrying yourself tall and proud, and oozing sexuality. You’re wearing a red dress slit up to the waist with spaghetti straps and clingy. Accentuating every dip and curve, appearing to work as a second layer of skin, not an article of clothing. You are breathtaking. Your legs, long and slender, carry you across the room with stealth and confidence. You are a woman with money and power, “control” is not merely a word for you, it is a way of living. If, you want something or someone, you get it, no questions asked. I fell in love immediately. I watch as the others one by one approach you. Most think they are gifts, everyone wants to be with them, there’s no way anyone could refuse, they’ve got the clothes, the look, I think they call them “lounge lizards.” But you, you’re good, like a panther you toy, with each, feint interest. Their confidence and libidos rising, you circle for the kill and without warning, bring them down, and walk away. They don’t know what has just hit them. They stand there dazed, mouth open as they slither back to their tables, totally confused. They have just had a lesson in femme dominance. There cocky ego’s, considerable less inflated.

Watching you I decided, I must love rejection, because it triggered something inside me, I thought to myself, “This woman could really be a challenge. What is a woman like her looking for?” I wonder if I should walk over to you and ask. If these others can try, so can I. What’s the worst that could happen? I could be crushed, beaten up emotionally, but what the hell, you don’t know until you try.

Sweat starts to form on my upper lip as I try to find the courage to approach you. Each movement, each caress I see you make, makes me become more aware of the need to find a secluded place where I can relieve the ache growing in my belly. All I want at this moment is to be ultra cool, tall, good looking and loaded. I could sweep you off your feet and make mad passionate love to you. I will tell you, “I’m your perfect lover, the one you’re looking for”. Yeah right, who am I kidding, I’m relatively attractive, I think my taste in clothes is good and I make a pretty good living, but I’m nothing you’d ever want. Women like you want a certain look in their lover, I just don’t have it. So, having no ball, as it were, I surrendered to the fact, that my evening would most likely end up with me going home by myself, fantasizing about you, as I relieve myself.

Damn, if I could just get you to look at me, acknowledge my existence, then I could go home and die happy. Wait, I know, it’s crazy, but it might just work! I’ll do something to attract your attention, but what? Several scenarios pass through my mind, but there is one, ‘bright” idea, which has the highest probability of working, remember it’s the insane idea of a sex starved person.....

I will stand up. The dance floor spotlight will hit me, immediately all eyes are on me. I hold up the beer bottle I have in my hand, and it’s like one of those corny movies, where everything is in slow motion, I hold the bottle up in the air, so everyone can see it and throw it to the floor. I didn’t know that beer bottles could bounce so high, before they break. Everyone stops what they’re doing and shift their attention to the sight of the commotion, me.

The whole idea is based around, getting you to look in my direction. You’ll immediately know that I am the one you’ve been looking for all your life. What can I say? It’s the best I can come up with, bravery being the key factor in making this work. Of course, introducing myself to you would be easier, but where is the comedy and adventure in that, I’ll just finish my drink first, I have to make sure everything is timed out just right.

Glass goes flying everywhere, the people next to me are yelling, “what the f^&k are you doing”? I see and hear nothing but you, did it work? It did, you look directly at me. Oh my god, I have to be cool, inside I am dying. You don’t see it. I swear my face is turning ten different shades of red. The embarrassment is worth it though, when I see the sparkle of amusement in your eyes. You smile at me. You have the most luscious, pouty lips I have ever seen. What to do next? Show the lady the respect she deserves, bow, like a gentleman and smile. Great first impression, don’t you think? Well, needless to say, the cocktail waitress won’t be too happy with me. I’ll apologize and tell her that I didn’t know what had come over me, to compensate for my moment of genius, I will promise to never to do anything like that again. She of course will receive a considerable tip from this Romeo.

My mind starts to wander, I begin to fantasize how I’m going to make you believe that I, am the greatest lover you could possibly ever know;

It's a warm summer night, the wind blows gently through the bedroom window, caressing and cooling our skin as we lay here together on my bed. I've lit all the candles I own, the music is right, the dinner turned out perfectly, I made your favorite, fresh lobster. The music I have picked is soft and sultry. Outside I can hear the sound of the creek that runs behind my cabin, never stopping as it travels endlessly on its journey to greater places. There is a silence between us. It's the quiet tension that is brought on by the anticipation of sexual pleasures. You have worn a pair of button fly cutoffs. You've left the top two buttons undone, exposing your stomach, brown and firm. I can see the beginnings of your hairline, teasing me. You shirt, is made out of a thin cotton material and I see that you haven't worn anything underneath. Your nipples are erect, pressing against the fabric, inviting me to touch and release them. I have longed for this moment for what seems like an eternity, and here you are. You look at me, drawing me in and without a word. You let me know that, you want me also. So, without hesitation, I lean over to you and boldly make the first move. Gently I kiss you and when you kiss me back, all doubt and fear fades away. My fingers run through your hair, soft as silk. I lean back to look at you, to take in your beauty and you grab me, pulling me down onto you. "I guess I know what you want", so, I kiss your neck, breathing in your scent, while skillfully unbuttoning your shirt, freeing your breasts from their bondage. They are large and round, overflowing my cupped hand. I remove my own shirt and press gently against you, our bodies move naturally in rhythm with each other. Your skin smells sweet and musky, working as an aphrodisiac, causing my body to ache with desire. As I run my hand down your side, I can see the goosebumps rising on your skin and it gives me comfort to see your body react so favorably to my touch. My arms are shaking, anticipation building, you are truly the most prized possession I could ever wish for.

You turn onto your side and face me, our legs become intertwined and as I look into your eyes, I can see that what we are doing here tonight is special, what I have, you want, not any of those other women, but me. You reach up and caress the side of my face. I close my eyes and lean my head back, reveling in your touch.

Like a cat, I lean forward and rub my cheek against yours, inhaling deeply, imprinting your scent into my memory. I pull you closer and can hear that your breathing has become quicker. Over the velvety softness of your skin, up and down your spine, my hand wanders, settling at last in the soft curve of your lower back. I lay you back once more and with light butterfly kisses, methodically work my way down to your erect nipples. They are a delicious and as I hold them in my hands, I examine them closely and find perfection. My mouth is hot and wet and as I run my tongue over and around the breadth of it, I am pleased by the involuntary shutter that emanates from your body. Lightly, I suck, sliding you in and out of my mouth, from your lips I hear you moan and whisper "Yes". A word never sounded sweeter, to hear you delight so, in my attentiveness, makes my body ache, and as you run your fingers through my hair, I stop momentarily and bite down. Then I look up at you and wonder, "have you been watching me?" to my joy, I see that you have. There is a look of surprise and intrigue on your face, so I bite once again, this time, a little harder. You gasp for air and whip my head back, ripping your nipple from my mouth, "What have I done, is this a sign that you want me to stop? The first time can be so confusing, I'm not quite sure what it is that I'm suppose to do next, do I continue? As if reading my mind, you release me and run your hand down the side of my face. And then I see it, a mischievous grin. You do like to play. I guess you're just letting me know that you're the one in control. As you push my head back down to your breast, I hear you whisper "Yes my pet."

I feel like a wild animal that hasn't eaten in days, I find myself wanting to rip your shorts off and get down to it, but I wish to savor every moment with you, I may not get the opportunity again. If I expect anymore nights like this, I must do it right, make you want to come back. So, instead of letting the animal take over I take my time. I reach down with my hand and place it between you legs. Gently, but firmly, I rub you through your shorts, the heat coming from you causes your shorts to feel damp. Gradually one by one, I unbutton your shorts, making sure that I only unbutton one with each stroke, I want you to squirm. In conjunction with one another, our movements become one. The sounds coming from you have become more frequent and demanding. I realize that I have been unconsciously moaning myself, my own excitement growing. The last button undone, I reach into your shorts and find to my delight, that you haven't worn any panties. I can't help but smile and whisper to myself "yes". The hair is soft and as I slide my finger downward. What is this I feel where your lips should be? I realize what it is. You grab my hand and push it hard, begging me to touch it. I look at you and say "you mean this?" as I run my finger over your hard and swollen tip. Because you are so gooey my fingers easily slide along you. Strangely, I want to taste you, but I want to tease a little first. I stroke you from your tip, down and cup you. Your movements becomes quicker and I realize that you are close to climaxing. I'm not ready for you to orgasm yet, I want you cumming into my mouth, so I stop. Positioning myself between your legs I grab hold of your shorts and pull them off. Spreading your legs, I can see that your sex is beautiful, but different than I had imagined. Your tip, nestled in amongst the hair glistens and pulsates, growing. My mouth waters and I reach one more time before removing my own shorts, to stroke it with my finger. Removing my shorts I reach down between my own legs and find that I too have become very wet, my own sex, throbbing. Clothes thrown to the ground, I have come close to losing my control, I lower myself down between your legs, my face within inches of you, the smell is sweet like honey. I separate your hairs with my fingers and place my mouth on you. My tongue sliding over your tip causes you to gasp in ecstasy. It's only a matter of minutes when at last you cum hard into my mouth and being the good person that I consider myself, I make sure and suck up every last drop of your nector.

I get the feeling that you think I'm done, wrong. I flip you over onto your stomach, and place my hand around your waist, pulling your ass up into the air. Beside the bed is a night stand, where I keep my collection of toys. I open the drawer and reach into it and pull out a bottle of oil. I'm seeing another side of you that I find is most pleasing, I have always been one who can appreciate the view from the backside of my lovers. I hold the bottle of oil over your ass and while moving my hand in a circular motion, I allow it to flow out and over your skin, it glistens with the reflection of the candle light as gravity pulls it down to the small of your back. Once there, it puddles momentatrily, before continuing down the length of your body, branching off occasionally to run down your sides. I return the bottle to the night stand and with both hands rub the oil over the breadth of your ass. I lean into you, my mound rubbing up against the your puncture and I imagine myself, deep in the depths of my lovers body, velvety soft and hot against my flesh, stroking hard and long, until we both collapse from exhaustion. I wish to make fantasy, reality, so I reach once again to the night stand and pull out my strap on. You twist around to see what I'm doing and I'm pleased with your reaction, I'm so glad you're the kind that likes toys. Deftly, I put it on and hand you the lube, "put this on me", I instruct, "I want to see you stroke me".

You turn around and sit facing me. You place the lube in your hand. Grabbing me with your other hand, you pull me closer. Closing your hand around the shaft, you stroke me, over the head and back down again, pumping me, sending me into ecstasy. Sheepishly, you look up at me, like the cat who found the mouse, "Do you like what I'm doing?" you ask. "My god, words can’t explain how much I like it".

I lay you back and position myself over you. At first, I slip only the head in, testing to see how much you can take. Then little by little I give you more, until at last you have it all. I close my eyes and imagine what it feels like, to have you wrapped around me, warm and soft, I could stay here forever and it's my touch, my movements that are causing you to feel such pleasure.

Your body starts to rock slowly, keeping time with me, moving into me, my strokes becoming more purposeful, my own body reacting, becoming wetter, more connected with your movements.

Your movements are becoming more demanding, "Come on baby, give it to me hard!" you say. I think I'll make you wait. I'm not ready for you to come yet. You dig your fingernails into my back and look at me puzzled. "It's better when the build up takes longer" I say. Methodically, in time with the music, I stroke your sex. I can feel you coming close to orgasm again. My intention is to satisfy. Closer, my breathing coming hard, you’re screaming, you want to come. Finally, you start to orgasm and I pump you hard, giving you what you want, "Yes!!!, that's it baby, give it to me!!!, you scream.

Your body rocks uncontrollably. You and I have become one, I feel my own climax building, thrusting, pumping, in and out, deep strokes reaching the deepest parts of your body, oh my god, here it comes, simultaneously, an explosion of ecstasy, our bodies involuntary moving with the release of sexual tension, we collapse to the ground trembling. Our bodies are drenched with perspiration. I know that I have satisfied you, because when I turn to look at you, I see tears in your eyes and I know that these are not tears of sadness, but instead, tears of sexual tension released. Ecstasy has been reached, our emotions and senses overwhelmed with pleasure. I lay on my side next to you, facing each other we lay in silence. I lean over and kiss you gently, caressing your face. It is at this time that a person is most vulnerable, so I bring you into my arms and hold you.

There’s a tap on my shoulder, it brings me back to reality, I look around and there you are. "I noticed that you have been watching me, do I know you? You look familiar." I stammered over my words and I could feel my face turning bright red. "No, we've never officially met, but I have seen you here a number of times and have never had the nerve to come up and introduce myself. Where are my manners, a beautiful femme should at least know the name of the butch she is speaking to, my name is Rachael, would you like to dance....? I’m sorry, my name is Jonni, and yes I would like to dance.

I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor, I feel taller, stronger and confident. I know everyone is watching, wondering what I have that they don’t, it makes me chuckle and I smile. You came to me, you chose this butch, oh, the envy of those turned down.

Every relationship has a beginning and if played out right it can be the greatest love of your life. Whether you know it or not, Jonni, this is our beginning.