A little something to pass the time....
Title: Mardi Gras Surprise.
Chapter: One and Only.
Rating: R for language and sex.
Graphics: Ha ha none.
Disclaimer: You all have RC's inability to write PWP to thank for this one. Also, has nothing to do with the original story I'm working on. Just had to get this out of my head and figured I might as well share the fun. :)
It was a night like any other; dark, cloudless and burning with heat. Mardi Gras was in full swing, he could hear the commotion from the road he was walking on, only a few blocks away from the main road, completely alone. Or so he thought. If he had been more alert, perhaps even in a better mood, he would have noticed the group of men tailing his every step. Here the houses were darkened, their owners out enjoying the parties or already passed out cold. The street wasn’t completely deserted; there were a few stragglers here and there either heading towards Main Street, or coming back from it. It wasn’t unusual to see groups of people or even people by themselves walking along any street in New Orleans, and so even if he had noticed the group of men, he wouldn’t have thought twice about them. But perhaps good sense would have told him not to go down the alley he used as a short-cut and instead take the long way home. He didn’t notice them though, he didn’t really notice anyone that night and he did turn into the alley.
It wasn’t until he actually heard the footsteps coming up quickly behind him that all his senses went on alert, but it was slightly too late for that. He was grabbed roughly by the arm and slammed against the stone wall. There were six of them, and although he was in great shape, there would be no way he could take them all on. One of them flashed a knife in his face before putting the blade against his neck.
“Give us your money.” The man said.
“I don’t have any.” He growled back and was actually telling the truth. He had spent the money he had taken with him from his house all at a local pub, trying to sort out his mess of a life.
“I guess if that’s the case, then you’re going to be in a lot of pain when you wake up.” The man with the knife said and his companions chuckled and moved in closer.
“Here’s an idea that might shake your little world; Why not go and get a job that actually pays you? Or is it you’re too retarded to do anything but hold a butter knife to someone’s throat?” A woman’s voice said and everyone turned to look at the owner of the voice. She was standing just a couple of feet away, heading towards the street he had just come off of. She was in complete black and wore a mask that covered half of her face. She was standing with her legs slightly apart and her arms crossed just above her bare mid-riff which showed off her flat stomach.
“Fuck off lady before you get some of this.” The man with the knife spat at her. Her expression, what could be seen of it, didn’t change.
“No, no, no,” Another guy drawled as a evil looking smile spread across his face. “Let’s have a little fun with this one.” He suggested and the man with the knife looked at her and studied her long legs hidden by tight leather pants and the ample breasts that pushed against the leather of her shirt and smiled with a nod. Three of the guys advanced on her, but she didn’t move to run or even scream. Instead when they got close enough, she kicked out. Not a normal kick a woman might do, but a full boot-in-your-face-breaking-your-damn-jaw type of kick sending one of her attackers to the ground crying in pain. The other two quickly advanced on her throwing punches and kicks of their own, but she effortlessly blocked them and threw a few of her own sending both men hard onto the ground.
“You fucking little bitch!” Another of the group said and ran at her. She watched him before ducking down enough to catch him around his waist and flip him over her shoulder and onto the ground with his buddies. That left the man with the knife and the one who suggested having a little fun with her. She just stood there and waited as both men gawked. It was the distraction he needed and he threw his own punch into the man with the knife’s jaw. The knife went flying and clinked softly as it hit the opposite wall and then the ground. The men at the woman’s feet began to slink away down the alley back to the safety of the road. The one who’s bright idea it was to mess with her took off running when she started towards him. The man who had the knife left it behind as he followed his pals around the corner and out of sight. It was just them left in the alley and suddenly he could feel anger bubbling up inside of him and he turned and faced the woman in the mask.
“I didn’t need or want your help.” He snapped and she blinked cool blue eyes at him before snorting.
“You’re welcome.” She said bitterly and his eyes narrowed.
“What gave you the right to come down this alley and help me? Who do you think you are, Catwoman?” His question was met with pearls of sweet laughter.
“Forgive me for coming to your aid and wounding your precious fucking male pride.” She snipped back. “Get the fuck over it.”
Before he realized what he was doing, he reached out and grabbed her behind the neck and pulled her to him pressing his lips against her full ones. Much to his surprise, and hers, she didn’t resist and instead kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing herself against the full length of his body.
He could feel her breasts pressed up against his chest through their shirts as her nipples hardened when he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She could feel him harden against her stomach as her tongue searched the inner most places of his mouth, her fingers tangling themselves into his short hair. He pressed her up against the wall and his hand slid across her smooth skin and up her shirt to cup one of her breasts, playing with the nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. She moaned softly in his mouth and wrapped a leg around his waist pulling him closer to her. The air around them got hotter and the hand that had grabbed her by the back of the neck slipped down between her breasts as he quickly undid the buttons his fingers found there. Her fingers slipped out of his hair and down his chest to the waist of his jeans and slipped under the button into his boxers and a little lower just touching the tip of him.
Her bra slipped up easily and he moved his mouth from hers to one of her nipples making her hips push against him in wanting. The tip of his tongue played circles around her nipple, softly flicking over it now and again and he caught it between his teeth as he let her breast slip out of his mouth. Her fingers already had the button of his jeans undone and she pulled hard at the fabric making the zipper slip down on it’s own. The ties on either side of her hips holding the front and back part of her leather pants to her came undone with one tug, and unlaced themselves when he grabbed the leather just under her belly button and pulled.
She pulled him out of his jeans, slipping both the jeans and boxers down a bit to do so and pulled his shirt up to his chin exposing his bare chest before she pressed her equally bare breasts against it and effortlessly wrapped both legs around his waist. He didn’t need any guiding and slipped into her warm wetness and instantly felt muscles squeeze around him making him moan into her neck. He pulled back a bit and then thrusted forward back into the depths of her, pulling a moan from her throat as well as his own. He repeated the action, going a little faster and a little deeper with every thrust, pushing her harder against the wall as the tips of her nails began to bite into the flesh of his back and both their moans came faster. Her muscles caressed him each time he returned into her and her breath was hot and fast against his ear. He placed a palm against the wall behind her, closing his eyes as the delicious tension welled up deep inside of him. Her nails dug in deeper as she held onto him while every thrust brought her that much closer to the sweet release the act was all about.
When it finally happened, when the pleasure shot through them both, fireworks lit up the sky above them, almost exploding in time with their bodies. Their breathing started to slowly go back to normal and she unwrapped her legs from around his waist, rising slightly to remove him from within her before putting both feet firmly on the ground. He pulled his jeans back up, putting himself back inside his boxers not really believing what had just happened. She quickly laced her pants and looked at him with a smile. He looked back at her and blinked when she leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips.
“Happy Mardi Gras.” She whispered nose to nose with him. He reached up for her mask but she shook her head. “It’s more fun this way.” She told him with a wink and his brow wrinkled.
“But, I don’t even know what you look like.” He said and she tilted her head to the side.
“Does it really matter?” She asked and he smiled at her.
“How am I supposed to know you when I see you?” He asked touching her lips with a finger. She laughed softly and took a step back from him.
“You’re not supposed to.” She told him before turning from him and heading towards the street, she turned back and looked at him where she had left him. “But I know you, and I will find you and you will know that it’s me.” She informed him making him grin at her before she disappeared around the corner.
He stood there for a moment reliving what happened in his head before chuckling softly and turning in the opposite direction and heading home. Something told him this was going to be a Mardi Gras he’d never forget.
© Sarabi Vosloo.
It is very possible that I end up doing this as a series type thing...that is of course depending on what you guys think about it. It might be sort of fun.
Chapter: One and Only.
Rating: R for language and sex.
Graphics: Ha ha none.
Disclaimer: You all have RC's inability to write PWP to thank for this one. Also, has nothing to do with the original story I'm working on. Just had to get this out of my head and figured I might as well share the fun. :)
It was a night like any other; dark, cloudless and burning with heat. Mardi Gras was in full swing, he could hear the commotion from the road he was walking on, only a few blocks away from the main road, completely alone. Or so he thought. If he had been more alert, perhaps even in a better mood, he would have noticed the group of men tailing his every step. Here the houses were darkened, their owners out enjoying the parties or already passed out cold. The street wasn’t completely deserted; there were a few stragglers here and there either heading towards Main Street, or coming back from it. It wasn’t unusual to see groups of people or even people by themselves walking along any street in New Orleans, and so even if he had noticed the group of men, he wouldn’t have thought twice about them. But perhaps good sense would have told him not to go down the alley he used as a short-cut and instead take the long way home. He didn’t notice them though, he didn’t really notice anyone that night and he did turn into the alley.
It wasn’t until he actually heard the footsteps coming up quickly behind him that all his senses went on alert, but it was slightly too late for that. He was grabbed roughly by the arm and slammed against the stone wall. There were six of them, and although he was in great shape, there would be no way he could take them all on. One of them flashed a knife in his face before putting the blade against his neck.
“Give us your money.” The man said.
“I don’t have any.” He growled back and was actually telling the truth. He had spent the money he had taken with him from his house all at a local pub, trying to sort out his mess of a life.
“I guess if that’s the case, then you’re going to be in a lot of pain when you wake up.” The man with the knife said and his companions chuckled and moved in closer.
“Here’s an idea that might shake your little world; Why not go and get a job that actually pays you? Or is it you’re too retarded to do anything but hold a butter knife to someone’s throat?” A woman’s voice said and everyone turned to look at the owner of the voice. She was standing just a couple of feet away, heading towards the street he had just come off of. She was in complete black and wore a mask that covered half of her face. She was standing with her legs slightly apart and her arms crossed just above her bare mid-riff which showed off her flat stomach.
“Fuck off lady before you get some of this.” The man with the knife spat at her. Her expression, what could be seen of it, didn’t change.
“No, no, no,” Another guy drawled as a evil looking smile spread across his face. “Let’s have a little fun with this one.” He suggested and the man with the knife looked at her and studied her long legs hidden by tight leather pants and the ample breasts that pushed against the leather of her shirt and smiled with a nod. Three of the guys advanced on her, but she didn’t move to run or even scream. Instead when they got close enough, she kicked out. Not a normal kick a woman might do, but a full boot-in-your-face-breaking-your-damn-jaw type of kick sending one of her attackers to the ground crying in pain. The other two quickly advanced on her throwing punches and kicks of their own, but she effortlessly blocked them and threw a few of her own sending both men hard onto the ground.
“You fucking little bitch!” Another of the group said and ran at her. She watched him before ducking down enough to catch him around his waist and flip him over her shoulder and onto the ground with his buddies. That left the man with the knife and the one who suggested having a little fun with her. She just stood there and waited as both men gawked. It was the distraction he needed and he threw his own punch into the man with the knife’s jaw. The knife went flying and clinked softly as it hit the opposite wall and then the ground. The men at the woman’s feet began to slink away down the alley back to the safety of the road. The one who’s bright idea it was to mess with her took off running when she started towards him. The man who had the knife left it behind as he followed his pals around the corner and out of sight. It was just them left in the alley and suddenly he could feel anger bubbling up inside of him and he turned and faced the woman in the mask.
“I didn’t need or want your help.” He snapped and she blinked cool blue eyes at him before snorting.
“You’re welcome.” She said bitterly and his eyes narrowed.
“What gave you the right to come down this alley and help me? Who do you think you are, Catwoman?” His question was met with pearls of sweet laughter.
“Forgive me for coming to your aid and wounding your precious fucking male pride.” She snipped back. “Get the fuck over it.”
Before he realized what he was doing, he reached out and grabbed her behind the neck and pulled her to him pressing his lips against her full ones. Much to his surprise, and hers, she didn’t resist and instead kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing herself against the full length of his body.
He could feel her breasts pressed up against his chest through their shirts as her nipples hardened when he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She could feel him harden against her stomach as her tongue searched the inner most places of his mouth, her fingers tangling themselves into his short hair. He pressed her up against the wall and his hand slid across her smooth skin and up her shirt to cup one of her breasts, playing with the nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. She moaned softly in his mouth and wrapped a leg around his waist pulling him closer to her. The air around them got hotter and the hand that had grabbed her by the back of the neck slipped down between her breasts as he quickly undid the buttons his fingers found there. Her fingers slipped out of his hair and down his chest to the waist of his jeans and slipped under the button into his boxers and a little lower just touching the tip of him.
Her bra slipped up easily and he moved his mouth from hers to one of her nipples making her hips push against him in wanting. The tip of his tongue played circles around her nipple, softly flicking over it now and again and he caught it between his teeth as he let her breast slip out of his mouth. Her fingers already had the button of his jeans undone and she pulled hard at the fabric making the zipper slip down on it’s own. The ties on either side of her hips holding the front and back part of her leather pants to her came undone with one tug, and unlaced themselves when he grabbed the leather just under her belly button and pulled.
She pulled him out of his jeans, slipping both the jeans and boxers down a bit to do so and pulled his shirt up to his chin exposing his bare chest before she pressed her equally bare breasts against it and effortlessly wrapped both legs around his waist. He didn’t need any guiding and slipped into her warm wetness and instantly felt muscles squeeze around him making him moan into her neck. He pulled back a bit and then thrusted forward back into the depths of her, pulling a moan from her throat as well as his own. He repeated the action, going a little faster and a little deeper with every thrust, pushing her harder against the wall as the tips of her nails began to bite into the flesh of his back and both their moans came faster. Her muscles caressed him each time he returned into her and her breath was hot and fast against his ear. He placed a palm against the wall behind her, closing his eyes as the delicious tension welled up deep inside of him. Her nails dug in deeper as she held onto him while every thrust brought her that much closer to the sweet release the act was all about.
When it finally happened, when the pleasure shot through them both, fireworks lit up the sky above them, almost exploding in time with their bodies. Their breathing started to slowly go back to normal and she unwrapped her legs from around his waist, rising slightly to remove him from within her before putting both feet firmly on the ground. He pulled his jeans back up, putting himself back inside his boxers not really believing what had just happened. She quickly laced her pants and looked at him with a smile. He looked back at her and blinked when she leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips.
“Happy Mardi Gras.” She whispered nose to nose with him. He reached up for her mask but she shook her head. “It’s more fun this way.” She told him with a wink and his brow wrinkled.
“But, I don’t even know what you look like.” He said and she tilted her head to the side.
“Does it really matter?” She asked and he smiled at her.
“How am I supposed to know you when I see you?” He asked touching her lips with a finger. She laughed softly and took a step back from him.
“You’re not supposed to.” She told him before turning from him and heading towards the street, she turned back and looked at him where she had left him. “But I know you, and I will find you and you will know that it’s me.” She informed him making him grin at her before she disappeared around the corner.
He stood there for a moment reliving what happened in his head before chuckling softly and turning in the opposite direction and heading home. Something told him this was going to be a Mardi Gras he’d never forget.
© Sarabi Vosloo.
It is very possible that I end up doing this as a series type thing...that is of course depending on what you guys think about it. It might be sort of fun.