The woman’s eyes were dark with emotions. Like a silent whisper asking for an audience. She suddenly had him captured.
With a slow deliberate movement, she lowered her hand along her leg to her feet. The fabric of her dress clung tight to her body. The clothing was too small for her and all Daryl could think of was, I hope she gets comfortable real fast. Like naked.
Cherry—Cheryl was her real name, but she figured Cherry was more appropriate for this job—looked along the wall at the various small windows. Most were darkened and a few had dim lighting. In one window, she could see a man smashing his hairy ass against the glass. It reminded her of her father.
She had pulled her hair back in a bun and dressed in the standard virginesque way her customers expected. However, underneath her clothes she was a raging inferno of desire and passion. Releasing this caged lioness was her gift. Today she would share it with some lucky man—but who?
During each show, Cherry would mentally pick one observer and connect with him. Today, she chose Daryl.
Daryl blinked as the small glass fogged with his breath. He wiped the glass with his sleeve and looked up to see her staring at him. A sudden chill ran through his blood. WHOA!
She must realize that her movements made him crazy.
Daryl had been shipped home on a boat from Europe and was sick of seeing seamen. This woman had him thinking about releasing a different type of semen.
The woman unfastened a button on her blouse and Daryl unfastened the button on his pants, echoing her moves. It was party time for Daryl and his little one-eyed friend.
The final button on her blouse popped loose, setting her ample breasts free.
Something else was now free and popped up too. Daryl’s hand quickly grasped it.
Chinese water torture would have been less painful then this slow tantalizing striptease. Cherry knew how to affect her customers; she made good money teasing them. The unbridled freedom of stripping naked for men who couldn’t touch her was an aphrodisiac. She couldn’t get enough of the attention. She thrived on it, so when she bent over to tug her bloomers away from her spread feet, she gazed over at Daryl, peeking at him from between her legs.
His eyes were bugged out a little and she could see his arm moving. She had her next victim.
She stood by her wooden chair and turned it around. The back of the chair faced her admirers. Straddling the seat, she spread her legs apart and gave Daryl a glimpse of the pink heaven between her thighs. Small curls of hair covered a beautiful pubic area. She knew he was lost.
Reaching behind her neck with both arms, her breasts stood proudly away from her body. Her nipples were reddened with excitement and tightly protruding. With a sway and a tug, her long golden hair cascaded over her shoulders. The ends tickled her sensitive skin. She grasped a breast in her hand, licked the erect nipple then turned back to stand up.
Daryl’s glass was foggy from his hot breath. Furiously pulling at his swollen cock he wanted to see more.
Cherry spun the chair back around and sat back down. With a seductive glance from beneath her hair, she looked directly at Daryl and spread her legs apart. In her mind, it was just the two of them.
The wall was down and he was coming for her. Soon she would come for him. In more ways than one. After four shows, she was hornier than a minx and needed to end her torment.
Dragging her hands up her body, she cupped her breasts. More bountiful than her hands, they overflowed her grasp. Cherry leaned her head back, letting her locks dangle behind the chair. She licked her fingertip then led every man’s eyes with her finger to the center of her world, the pink opening of her pussy.
She knew the light glimmered on the wet flesh of her aroused pussy. With a soft moan, she co
ntinued to explore the inner depth of her silky sanctuary. Oblivious to everything around her now, the thoughts of this stranger licking her pussy became her fantasy. His lips would kiss her thighs—his hands would caress her skin and mold her breasts. With her hands, she acted out her fantasy to the men watching. Tiny pulls on the tingling tips of her nipples.
At first Cherry had just toyed with the outer lips of her pussy. Now she was aroused and desperate. With a circular motion, she rubbed along the inner opening, spreading her legs wider as she explored her cunt.
A shockwave jolted her body as she stroked against her clit. She hit the spot she was looking for. Over and over, she brushed the firm bud. Dear Lord, she was so hot. Cherry knew this was going to be a big one. All the day’s playing had built up and was ready to explode within her.
She only needed that little push. Something to set her off. She needed to see his cock. The stranger would be the last straw to break down this wall.
Her eyes felt glazed and heavy. She tried to focus on the man in the window. She saw him staring at her pussy and back to her face and licked her lips as she caught his gaze with hers. She whispered to him. “Show me. Please, show me.”
Daryl couldn’t hear her but his intent stare at her lips, both sets of lips, made it clear to him what she wanted. She wanted to see “IT”.
Standing up, he faced the window. The swelling throb of desire had him engorged with confined lust. Daryl stood in all his glory, pants around his ankles, jerking off like a crazed chimpanzee in the zoo.
He saw her swallow, and wondered if her throat was dry from the heavy breathing. He knew what would soothe that thirst. She was staring at it while fingering her pussy. Was she longing to taste the stranger she had connected to? His mouth…his fingers…his cock? He realized she’d probably devour him whole.
He knew she was staring at the shimmering head of his cock, seeping from anticipation because her gaze burned through the thin walls separating them. With a tight tug, Daryl erupted. His knees buckled as he thrust his hips upwards, fantasizing that he was inside the silky pussy of his vision.
Cherry gasped to see him lose control, knowing it was because of her. Unbridled desire flowed over her flesh—heat caressed her pussy and slid upward to her chest. She came and the wetness flowed over her probing fingers.