Her Bedroom Eyes
by LadyM

I don't know where she came from. How she got into my house while I was at work. Or where I knew her familiar face and stunning, bedroom eyes from. It was as if my world had transformed itself into something so surreal. I almost had to pinch myself to make sure that I was still existing within the realms of reality. My God she was gorgeous! She looked about the age of 26, and her thick auburn hair as well as her light, olive tone complexion was intoxicating. Her eyes were as blue as the ocean, and her scent was like an aphrodisiac to my senses. Before me on my bed, was the most incredible looking Goddess I'd ever seen. My cock was hard just from her vision and my heart was racing extremely fast from my stimulation.

A few days ago I'd gone out with some friends at a local sports bar. Now, while I stood staring at this beauty with mesmerized eyes, I remembered seeing her there, shooting pool with a few of her girlfriends. I could hardly forget her delicious ass, as well as my fantasies of her and her friends making each other cum with their flicking tongues and roaming fingers. Several times we made eye contact during the night; however, I was too much of a chicken shit to approach her. Her beauty was intimidating. Yet, she still managed to find out where I lived. My cock grew stiffer when I thought about how daring she was to invite herself into my home, not knowing who I really am, or if I had a wife or girlfriend. Fortunately for her, I wasn't a psycho, serial killer and didn't have a girlfriend or wife.

"Hello Rick," I heard her say to me in a sultry whisper. Her lips looked luscious like candied apples and I wanted to lick and savor them so bad. "Are you surprised to see me?"

"WellÉyes." I responded in awe, still staring at her gorgeous body, face and hypnotizing, bedroom eyes. "UmÉAhÉhow did you get in?" I asked bewildered.

"Does it really matter? " the young vixen questioned. "We're here together, right now. Come here and touch me. I've been waiting for you all day. " She hungrily purred.

I could hardly keep my cock in my pants. I wanted to insert it into her so bad right then. But I knew a woman such as this needed hours of foreplay. She was someone who was suppose to savored like fine wine, and was never intended to gulp. Oh but how I wanted to be quickly intoxicated. It took all of my strength to keep myself from shoving my throbbing flesh deep inside of her.

Slowly I approached this enigmatic woman and sat on the edge of my bed. My hands were slightly shaking as they traced her silky silhouette. She felt like velvet. The smell of her hair was the scent of roses and her eyes were now shut while she tried to capture the feeling of my sensual touch. "Who was this woman anyway?" I thought, but not for long. It really didn't matter. I wasn't going to waste this incredible moment trying to figure it out.

When my hands caressed the firm mounds of her breasts, she moaned and arched her back high. Her body movements were alluring. I didn't want to blink for I was afraid that I'd miss something. When I pinched her semi-erect nipples firmly with my thumbs and forefingers, they became stiffer, she gasped with delight and spread her long, lean legs far apart. I could see the dew of cum glisten on her swollen lips.

"Touch me, please. " She begged with a rapacious whisper.

So I gladly accommodated by slowly inserting one of my fingers into her wet, soft, pink pussy. It was smooth, sleek, and shaved. Again I had to tell myself that this was no dream, so don't be impatient. I wanted to play her like Beethoven would his piano. So slow and sweet at first to make her insatiable for more. Thereafter bring her to the elated heights of culmination for quite awhile, and then slowly back down, leaving her restless with want for another composition.

"Taste me, please," she whispered almost in desperation. Her voice was raspy from her heavy pant.

My tongue salivated when she said this. Immediately I placed it between her thighs and licked as if I'd been lost in a desert for days, and she was my oasis. Her flavor was so sweet; I wanted to lick her forever so I'd never forget the taste.

"Mmmmm- oh yes," She moaned into the dusk. All I could see now was her silhouette and the whites of her teeth from her open mouth.

Every drop of blood had now moved to the tip of my pulsating cock. I wanted to feel her soft lips encase it and firmly stroke with suction. She must've read my thoughts, because shortly thereafter she asked if she could taste me. Of course I said yes and rapidly undressed. We were now feasting in the 69 position. Her lips tightened around my cock and sucked with passionate force. Her smooth tongue slithered up and down my hard shaft, and around the sensitive rim of my head. She ate me like a snake who'd not had food for days. I did my best to restrain my strong urge to cum. I wanted to overwhelm her later with my cock by thrusting it deep inside her extremely wet pussy. I still craved to hear her scream and witness her hair toss wildly from side to side on the pillow. So quickly I withdrew myself from her mouth, repositioned my body and then proceeded to play with her pussy once more with my hands, while I recomposed.

My fingers flicked upon the pink bulb of flesh between her swollen, burning lips, causing her thighs to twitch hard, and her back to arch again with insane fever. Her legs spread wider as if to say, "Put your fingers deep within. I want to feel you, now!" Methodically I placed my fingers, one by one, far into her cum drenched hole, which quivered around my knuckles, until I had three of my fingers wiggling, thrusting, and twirling. This made my young vixen scream with heat, moan with delight, and twist her petite body all around the bed. She was a wild, young thing.

Never before had I ever witnessed a woman react as this. Most women I'd dated weren't as free spirited. I never knew that a woman orgasm could be so hypnotizing to observe. Eventually I'd managed to insert a fourth finger, which sent this mysterious woman into another mad spell of orgasmic bliss. At that moment I'd wished that I could keep her in that state forever. I think she thought the same as well. I could see it in her eyes.

After her last orgasm, her body collapsed onto the bed. At first I thought she was unconscious and looked like a rag doll who had been played with far too much. But then I heard her say to me, with her lips curled in an animalistic fashion, "Fuck me! I want to feel your cock, now!"

Before I could position myself between her legs and enter, she attacked me with an unknown source of energy, until I was laying on my back and she was mounted on top of me, sliding my throbbing cock into her soaking wet pussy. Her legs were straddled insatiably around my pelvis, and my cock was now embedded deep inside of her. Up and down she gracefully moved her body. In slow, methodical circles she moved her hips and then quickened the pace by rocking them. And her pussy was now almost frothing with sweet cum. I could hear how wet she was while she voraciously rode me. I'd never experienced a woman so sexually liberated, until now.

It'd been awhile since I'd been with someone. I'd almost forgotten the aesthetic feeling which overwhelms me just before I cum. It's the kind of feeling which drives me almost insane because every atom is waiting anxiously in the ache of my balls and at the tip of my cock, ready to explode into an intense, mind blowing orgasm. Up and down I thrust my hips to assist in the rhythm. Her screams were getting louder, her moans became more rapid, her hair thrashed from side to side on the pillow, and her body convulsed over and over again, while gushes of cum drenched my cock, dripped onto my balls, and soaked the sheets below us.

The visual, audio, and physical stimulation was overwhelming to my senses. Eventually I couldn't hold back any longer and sent those over heated atoms soaring like a rocket into her quivering hole. Together we moaned and our bodies trembled while interlocked together for quite some time. Her pussy was clenched tight onto my cock. Her eyes were rolled to the back of her head. My body felt an incredible explosion and electrifying tingle. And then she collapsed into my arms with a smile and tears streaming down her face. When I asked her about the tears, she told me it was because I'd made her cum so hard, she cried. I'd never done that to a woman before and felt my ego inflate when I heard this.

Now I'm holding her in my arms in the blanket of darkness. I still don't know what her name is, nor how she got into my home. But I really don't care. She's like an angel dropped from Heaven. The feeling of her silky skin against my body is very comforting, and I can't seem to cease my hands from stroking her hair. I feel as if I've always known this woman for some reason.

In those tender moments I wished that I could hold her forever in my arms. She must've been reading my mind again, because shortly after my wishful thought, she looked up at me with those beautiful, bedroom eyes, and said, "You can."