The following is an erotic story. If you don’t like that sort of thing, feel free to move on to some of my other posts.

The car ride was long, but there wasn’t much else Aria could remember about it. The trip wasn’t the point of getting in the car today and driving out to the prearranged location, the person she was meeting was. Oh, how she couldn’t get the softness of his lips out of her mind, or the firmness of his hands as he allowed them to roam free over her body.

No, the trip was furthest from her mind, replaced by thoughts that would surely shame her devout family if they ever were privy to them.

The restaurant was close, she could see the sun-bleached red of the rooftop a few blocks farther, but unfortunately she was stopped at a red. The seconds ticked by on her watch in an agonizingly slow manner. Tick…tick………………….tick…

The resulting green light was like the start of a drag race, tires squealing the car lurched forward into the road and quickly to its destination.

Parking quickly, she grabbed her bag and exited the car. He was here. She recognized the car four spaces down from her own.

If you asked her later what the restaurant was or even what she ate she would not have been able to answer you, her thoughts were already consumed by him and nothing else could break through.

He was at the bar, a half empty glass in front of him, and it took all of her strength of will not to run to him and envelope him in her arms. Instead she strutted over confidently, swaying her hips in a way she was sure men liked.

“Nick,” she said softly in his ear as she came up behind him, then sidestepping and slipping on to the stool next to his.

A smile spread slowly on his lips as he turned to greet her, “Aria,” his fingers touched her chin, tilting her head up gently as he pressed his lips against hers. The warmth of his lips spread through her, her stomach flip-flopped, and her breath caught. Taking her cues he kissed deeper, gently tracing her lower lip with his tongue before releasing.

Aria couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think, all of her seduction tactics flew out the window. He released her too soon, she wanted more. She wanted to push him on the bar and crush her mouth to his, she wanted to melt his clothes away so that she could feel the electricity of his skin against hers.

“Does the lady want a drink?” The bartender snapped Aria out of her fantasy instantly.

“Long Island,” she replied, never taking her eyes off of the man she came here to see. As the bartender rushed off to fulfill the drink order Aria had placed, Nick traced her arm with the tip of his finger, raising the small hairs all over her body.

“Screw the drink?” She asked staring at his lips, wishing for them to touch her again…anywhere…

“Yeah,” he whispered, putting a few bills down and standing slowly, taking her hand into his, sending electric shocks down her spine to the butterflies in her stomach.

She didn’t remember walking out of the restaurant. She didn’t remember getting in the back of his car and on top of him, mouth connected to his, only breaking to gasp for breath when his hand ran up her dress to cup her breast.

With one swoop he lifted it off of her head, exposing her naked skin to his roaming eyes. His mouth fell on hers again as he reached around to unsnap her bra. The new air hitting her naked skin made her inhale sharply, he used that opportunity to trail his mouth down her body. His mouth was scalding, leaving a trail of hot fire everywhere it touched.

She put her arms out to steady herself as he neared her breasts, preparing as his tongue traced her nipples, sending waves and shivers down her spine. He sucked each one lightly as soft groans of pleasure parted her lips.

She pushed him back in the seat, unbuttoning his shirt quickly, popping off a button or two in the process, and shoving it behind him. She pressed her mouth against his throat, tracing his Adam’s Apple to his collarbone with her tongue, then biting softly up to his ears where she kissed and nibbled his earlobes.

He gasped as she yanked his belt out, the buckle clinking softly as she threw it to the floor. The buttons of his pants seemed to free themselves with her touch; she pushed her hand between the folds to grasp him. He was already hard but it still seemed to grow as more of her skin connected with his. She stroked him gently while she traced his ear with her tongue.

His breath caught and he pulled her mouth up to meet his with one hand as he pulled his remaining layers down with the other. She pulled her underwear aside and sat on him, sliding down slowly on him. His soft moan was too much for her, she rose up and down, never breaking her mouth from his, their tongues teasing, flirting, and massaging the other.

She started to grind on top of him, feeling every inch he had to give, rubbing herself against the soft, yet rock hard flesh. She felt him move inside her, all around her, she could feel the pressure building in the pit of her stomach until it exploded.

She could hear a deep groan coming from his chest as he grasped her, pushing her down on the seat and speeding up the tempo. Her breath started coming in short spurts as she felt him grow larger inside of her, ready to explode.

He came, jerking both of their bodies with the tremors that came with it, and they both collapsed in the backseat, out of breath and out of energy for anything or anyone. He re-positioned her on top of him, laying her head on his chest and stroked her hair softly.

“Good lunch,” he said, drifting off into daydreams of faraway places.

“The best,” she replied, doing the same.