Agent Provocateur

I catch sight of her on the opposite side of the street, strolling in my direction, oblivious to my presence. The reverse would be impossible. How could I miss the way her hair shimmers in the sunlight, or the stride of those legs in that short dress?

She walks casually, nonchalantly browsing in the windows that line her side of the street. I pass her before crossing the road, quickening my pace to catch back up with her. I follow her until she pauses at another window. The sight of her toned calves up close stirs me. The scent of her perfume does nothing to defuse the potential lingering within my cock.

I wonder what to say. It’s the one thing I’d failed to consider. After a few seconds of indecision, I curse myself, and settle for a straightforward “Hello.”

She spins around. Her expression shows genuine surprise before a hint of warmth appears.

“What are you doing here?” she asks. There’s a slight hitch in her voice.

“Window shopping.”

“Oh.” Her eyes do a quick up-and-down of my body. “Are you looking for anything in particular?”

I smile. “You.”

“I see.” Her gaze flickers left and right. “Isn’t this a little dangerous?” she asks, voice lowered.

“Possibly.” I glance around too, for a recognisable face, for someone paying too much attention to our conversation. If there is such a person, I don’t see them.

“Can I buy you a drink?” I ask, keeping my tone even, casual.

“Here?” She looks at me as though I’ve uttered gibberish.

I nod. “There are a few decent pubs.”

“Pubs where people are liable to recognise me, and not you.”

I accept that as a ‘no’. I can appreciate her concern. And although I have an instinctive desire to be courteous, the reality is that I’ve little desire to socialise. My presence here is intended to be a catalyst, to force something to happen. Agent provocateur. I’ve waited long enough for her body already.

I shrug. “Then let’s go somewhere there aren’t any people liable to recognise you.”

“That’s a risk in any pub within twenty miles.”

I hold her eyes with mine. “Who said it had to be a pub?”

Comprehension gleams in her cobalt blue eyes. Now she knows why I’ve sought her out. Doubtless, she already suspected, but I’ve laid it out for her now, in oversized neon letters. And why not? We’re long past being naïve teenagers. And we’ve been toying with each other’s lust for months, settling for fleeting caresses and written innuendo. The half-life of such things is very short. Eventually, either something tangible happens, or you forget it all and move on.

And I need to taste her too badly to move on.

She looks left and right again. “How did you get here?”

“I drove.”

“Where’s your car?”

“At the railway station.”

There’s indecision in her face. But I see the need, the hunger, perhaps as ravenous as my own. All she needs is some encouragement, a subtle push.

I reach out, my fingertips brushing the back of her right hand. The point of contact between us is electrified. The tip of her tongue traces the insides of her lips, her mouth glistening in its wake. I want to kiss her badly, to feel her lipstick melting against my lips, her sweet tongue entwined with mine. My cock strains against my trousers. I fight the almost crazed urge to undo the buttons running down the front of her dress, to cup her taut buttocks in my hands so that I can pull her lithe body against mine, let her feel the outline of my erection against her luscious mound.

“Walk back up the street,” I say quietly. “I’ll pick you up outside the library.”

She looks at me for what seems like an age. “See you there, then,” she says abruptly, and without another word, she turns and walks away.

I walk in the opposite direction to my car, heart pounding, cock aching, the acid rush of adrenalin scorching my veins at the thought of what is to follow. What might follow, I caution myself. As I drive through the lunchtime traffic, I wonder if she’ll be waiting there. Will she lose her nerve on the way? Will her loyalty to that band of gold on her fourth finger win through?

I let out a long breath of air when I see her standing near the library’s columned entrance. I stop next to her, and she slips swiftly into the car. I’d have to be comatose to miss the amount of leg she reveals climbing in. She’s still drawing her seat belt across her breasts as I drive away.

“See anyone you recognised while you were waiting?” I ask.

“No.”

I smile reassuringly. “No reason not to relax then.”

I drive west, into the open countryside. This is her province, not mine, but I have enough of a familiarity with the area to keep us heading towards the more remote parts.

She looks over at me. “So where are we going?”

“I’m not sure. Can you suggest somewhere quiet?”

“Don’t you mean ’secluded’?” Her knowing smile makes me want to pull the car onto the verge and fuck her where she sits, main road or not. “Take the next right,” she says after a few moments. “Then go straight on.”

I do as instructed. My cock is in delicious agony, aching to be uncaged, to experience the caress of a soft hand, of a velvet tongue, of a silken cunt. I swallow with difficulty. “Take off your panties,” I say gruffly.

She looks at me with a mixture of uncertainty and arousal. “Why?”

“I want to breathe in the scent of your cunt.”

That knowing smile again. She eases the hem of her dress upwards and slips her fingers inside the waistband of her lacy white thong. It’s difficult, concentrating on keeping the car on the correct side of the road as she eases her panties down those long, tanned legs. She offers them to me, the lacy cotton dangling from the tip of one manicured finger. I take them from her and hold them to my face. The warm, musk aroma of her sex envelops me, dragging me still closer towards the limits of my control.

“How is it?” she asks. Her hands rest atop her thighs, her fingers trailing short lines back and forth across her own skin.

“Wonderful.”

She slides her left hand all the way up between her thighs until it disappears beneath her dress. She does something to herself that makes her gasp, and then she reaches towards my face and paints her fingertips around the outside of my mouth. Her fingers smell of creamy wet sex, and I lap at them hungrily.

“If my scent’s so wonderful, what would you say about how I taste?”

I turn to look at her. “You’re delicious.”

She glances down at where my rigid cock is tenting the front of my trousers. “I wonder how you taste.”

“Care to find out?”

She hardly hesitates. Even with the engine running, the sound of my zipper being drawn down seems very loud. She peels the two halves of the opening apart and slips a hand inside.

She glances up at my face. “Just thinking about me made you this hard?” she says, holding my shaft through my clinging underwear.

“Yes.”

She turns back to look at the road. “Slow down,” she says, softly stroking my unyielding flesh through the damp cotton. “There’s a turn coming up on the left.”

The left turn leads us into a dark, narrow track, overgrown on both verges, the sky above obscured by overhanging trees. I drive on a few hundred yards to get clear of the junction, then pull over to the left into a passing place.

“I take it this highway isn’t used much.”

Her smile is enigmatic as she releases her seatbelt. “Hardly ever.” She leans towards me, one eyebrow raised mischievously. “But we shouldn’t waste time, though. Just in case.”

Her mouth meets mine. Her tongue is warm and soft and clever, dancing and swirling around my own while she rubs my erection through my underwear with wanton purpose. I respond by slipping one hand onto her thigh, admiring the smoothness of her taut flesh as I stroke upwards.

I can feel the heat radiating out from her centre even before I reach her sex. My fingers steal up through the neatly trimmed strip of honey-coloured hair adorning her mound, then back down, descending readily into the moist valley between her labia. She sighs, her tongue snaking around mine with ever increasing verve.

I open her delicately, my fingertips tracing the circumference of her cunt. I ease one finger, then a second inside her sultry flesh, immersing them within her secret heat and wetness. I thrust them softly in and out of her, fucking her to the tempo of her cunning tongue, and the soft moans of her pleasure.

While my fingers are busy pleasuring her sex, she is struggling to find a way inside my underwear. She groans with satisfaction as she draws my eager cock out into the light. I gasp as her palm envelops my unveiled erection. She strokes me with a lascivious rhythm, rolling my foreskin back and forth with unchallenged expertise, coaxing my lust ever higher.

My fingers slip from her soaking cunt, and glide upward between her labia in search of her clitoris. I circle the sensitive nub with a single finger, enjoying the way her moans of pleasure build as I edge closer and closer. When my fingers touch her clitoris directly, the gasp of pleasure that escapes her makes my cock jerk in her hand.

“Fuck, I’ve got to have you inside me!” she groans.

She reaches for the handle that controls the position of the seatback, twisting it rapidly to recline it. As the seatback drops away, she pulls at me, dragging me towards her. My legs negotiate their way over the twin obstacles of gear stick and handbrake, and then I’m kneeling on the edge of her seat while she wrestles frantically with my belt and the fastenings of my trousers.

Triumphantly, she pushes my trousers and underwear past my knees. My cock hovers in the air before her, desperate to be inside her, to be absorbed into her heat. She grasps my shaft, wanking me as she draws me down towards her waiting cunt. Her labia gape wantonly, the soft pink flesh inside already glistening with her juices. My cock is barely an inch from the entrance to her sex, ready to plunge deep inside her.

“Are you certain this is what you want?” I ask.

She rings my shaft with her thumb and forefinger, slipping her hold on me down to the base of my cock. The she draws me forward until my cockhead is nestling within the folds of her labia. When my flesh touches hers, she shivers.

“Is that enough of an answer for you?” she gasps. “Now fuck me!”

Nothing left to be said. I press forward, not stopping until every inch of my cock is gripped within the velvet walls of her cunt, until my cockhead is touching the very entrance to her womb. Sliding into her is like sliding into a piece of oiled silk. Her drawn out gasp accompanies every inch that I feed to her.

“Is that what you wanted?” I say quietly, my eyes locked with hers.

“God, yes,” she groans. “Christ, I can feel your balls against my arse. They feel so heavy.”

“Yes.”

“Are they full for me?”

“You know they are.”

I begin to thrust, slowly at first, with deliberation, drawing my cock out until only the very tip remains within her, and then sliding my full length back inside. I listen to the sighs and gasps of her pleasure, smiling at the knowledge that my cock is making her sound that way, that my cock is quenching her thirst for flesh.

I kiss her mouth passionately, then work my lips across her cheek to her ear. My tongue teases her earlobe while I continue to slowly thrust within her. Her thighs come up around my hips, opening her still further to my thrusts.

I draw back for a second, looking at the way her dress is pulled tight across her chest.

“Unbutton your dress,” I tell her.

Smiling lecherously, she opens each button, slowly working her manicured fingers from top to bottom. Her eyes never leave mine, and she sighs deliciously with every thrust of my cock. When she pulls the two halves of the dress apart, I’m mesmerised by the sight of her nakedness. No bra. Her breasts are wondrously proportioned, the dark, delicious nipples stiff with desire. I cup her left breast with my right hand, and the nipple - so swollen with lust - digs into the centre of my palm.

“Harder,” she moans. “Fuck me harder!”

I adapt my thrusts to satisfy her request; harder, faster, urging my pubis against her clitoris each time I enter her to the hilt. I lower my head to capture her nipple between my lips. She tastes so sweet.

“God, yes,” she gasps.

I ease one hand down between us, my fingers searching for her clitoris once more. I find the sensitive bud, caress it in time with my thrusts until she is bucking wildly beneath me. She clasps my buttocks, her nails biting into my flesh as she pulls me deeper, urging me on. I can feel her tearing my skin, marking me, but the pain is inconsequential.

“Oh fuck, I’m coming,” she cries, and her entire body shudders as her orgasm tears through her.

Gradually, she recaptures some composure. She looks deep into my eyes. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

“Yes?”

She smiles wickedly. “Oh, yes.”

I slip my hands beneath her firm buttocks, gripping them, lifting her to better receive my thrusts. I fuck her with a rhythm guaranteed to deliver my orgasm. It’s been so difficult controlling myself, almost impossible; this gorgeous, sensual, vibrantly sexual woman sighing and writhing beneath me as I plunge into her silken sex. The relief of being able to let myself go is immense.

She coaxes me on with her sultry voice. “Hard! So hard inside me! Oh, that’s it! That’s it! Take me! Fill me!”

I surrender. The tremors in my belly build, become eruptions. In response, she entwines her calves around the backs of my thighs, binding me in place, making sure that I remain inside her. Immense pleasure radiates through my core as my cock pulses and throbs, emptying my seed deep into her wet, welcoming cunt.

The next few minutes pass in near silence, the sound of our ragged breathing gradually evening out, quietening down.

It’s my voice that finally breaks the calm. “I’m sorry about the lack of space.”

“It doesn’t matter. I like close fits. Besides, there’s always the back seat.”

And then she smiles with utter wantonness. “Or the bonnet.”