Valentines Erotic Fiction Part 2: Sexual Awakenings
Zoe stared into her elongated hallway mirror, maintaining focus on her reflection as she applied the lipstick pigmented with a deep shade of red. The beautiful crimson that could be only otherwise witnessed upon looking deep into the centre of a garnet gave unspoken words that translated to ‘I want you’ when reading between the analogical lines. She’d selected this tincture with intent, although her lips emblazoned the message of a bold, unshaken woman, her inner thoughts said otherwise. She wore her favourite off the shoulder, chiffon charcoal grey dress, the neckline adorned with a layer of Swarovski diamonds.
She was awaiting being picked up by the charismatic Anya whom she’d the previous night, flirtatiously conversed with and unbeknownst to Anya, had pleasured herself to. Or so she believed anyway, it had crossed her mind that once their eyes met, she would in some inexplicable way be able to read her mind and be at her total mercy. Also despite the excited anticipation she was feeling and much improved, positive mood, she still felt a pang of sadness with Tracey at the forefront of her mind.
“No, you need to get her out of your mind tonight” she scolded herself. This was the first time she’d left the apartment since the breakup two nights ago; she questioned whether she was ready to leave the homely confines of her flat but then reminded herself that she’d challenged herself to step out of her comfort zone, especially in time for Valentines.
Seven on the dot, there Anya was sat outside in her silver Toyota Celica, getting out as Zoe closed the front door to her apartment block behind her. Walking toward the passenger door of the car where she now stood, she realised that he looked even hotter in the flesh. Her enviable figure on display in a body-hugging, black dress that ended below her knees and cinched at the waist. Her long hair possessed a mane-like fullness with not a strand out of place. She adorned that now growingly familiar smile upon an eloquently made-up face.
“Nice to meet you, it feels at long last even though it’s only been since last night,” she said embracing her and kissing her lingeringly on the cheek.
“Really nice to meet you as well” her eyes glistened as she beamed back at her with an air of excitement yet also a pinch of anxiety that she couldn’t quite shake added into the mix. They maintained eye contact for an extended period, the lust seemingly building and the urge to tear one another’s clothing off right there on the lawn in front of her apartment block. They were both thinking the same thing as they gazed upon one another’s lips, both pursed and ready to caress the other. Their breathing both heavy and hot against the other’s skin.
“Shall, we head off then?” Anya asked under her breath. Zoe had been pressing up against her without fully realising causing her to grow increasingly horny.
“Sure” she answered biting her lip with a discreet smile. Anya held the door open as she climbed into the passenger seat. The chivalry made Zoe even hornier.
They drove approximately a couple of miles into the nearest town, all the while Zoe had noticed how fidgety Anya would get as she spoke, she felt the familiar tingling between her legs, it was turning her on so badly that she was causing this level of arousal for her simply by sitting next to her.
They arrived at their destination, Bar Rouge, a rather upmarket establishment, well known in those parts for its specialised cocktails and grand settings. Being the first time she’d ever visited this place, Zoe would’ve usually paid more attention to the ornate furnishings and high Victorian period ceilings of this exquisitely decorated building, but currently, her mind wouldn’t venture far from Anya and if she was currently horny for her.
They stood aside one another at the dark wood bar which reflected the numerous lamps and miniature chandeliers suspended above on its polished surface. The bar travelled around the grand room in an almost circular fashion meaning that they were at the side almost in their own little corner of the place with no other patrons in sight, perhaps hidden enough that they may not be seen?
This area of the bar sported five seated booths each centred around a spherical marble table. On the opposite side of the place the restaurant bustled, numerous waiters attending to their guests. They were so preoccupied they barely noticed them until Anya hailed one of them over.
“I do apologise for your wait” the hurried waiter wearing a name badge that displayed “Neil” exclaimed as he shifted behind the bar, gently dabbing at the beads of sweat across his forehead with a handkerchief, his relatively short, dark hair clinging to his skin. “What can I get you both?”
“I’ve heard great things about your cocktails. I’d love a pornstar Martini?” Zoe asked whilst side-eyeing Anya.
Anya understood full well and smirked, quickly turning her attention back to Neil to give her own request.
“Please understand that we have a full restaurant tonight but no bar staff, so the restaurant staff will do their best to see to your drinks orders, but you may need to come over to the restaurant in order to get one of their attention” Neil stated while swiftly making their drinks.
“Oh my, a bar all to ourselves” Anya smirked at Zoe. She literally could barely stand up straight for how turned on she was right now. She knew exactly what Anya was getting at, and it made her simultaneously anxious yet ready to open her legs and let her fuck her right that second.
They sat down tentatively at a booth table as Neil scuttled back to the restaurant.
“I think we’re fairly private here” Anya whispered while cocking an eyebrow. She was right, but there was a door with a port window across the way close to the entrance of the restaurant which looked as though it might lead through to a kitchen or some form of back room. Zoe peered through attempting to spy any possible movement.
“It’s ok, come here” Anya gently pulled her toward her and began caressing her lips with her own, her anxiety dissolving away as she let the passion take hold. Anya’s left palm travelled from its position at Zoe’s face to the back of her neck, the sensation against her bare skin heightened by the sheer arousal she felt as it gradually moved down her top, pushing beneath her bra and awakening her nipple hidden within. Her own hands explored her body underneath the dress that had now ridden up leaving her free to examine every inch of her athletic torso.
She lightly squeezed her biceps, recalling her fantasy of the night prior and those arms that had carried her to the peak of orgasm, they felt just as strong and able as they had done in her imagination. Anya was using her left hand to massage a breast which brimmed out over his fingers, the right behind the small of Zoe’s back pulling her in closer as they maintained their oral fixation on one another’ mouths.
They were now directly facing one another with bodies pressed together, Anya between her legs, one of which is wrapped around her lumbar area. Anya thrust herself toward her, pushing her to the point of lying back onto the burgundy leather upholstery of the booth. There was a frantic collaboration between the two of them to pull Zoe’s dress up and underwear concealed underneath down. Anya’s left hand was now moving to Zoe’s exposed personal area, the ends of her middle and index digits stroking her clitoris with such a gentle manner considering how fast and enthusiastic the rest of their bodies were currently reacting.
Their sexes rubbed against one another with such tremendous strength that she gasped in shock amidst the small breaks for air amongst an impassioned kissing of lips which were displaying such ravenous appetite for one other.
Zoe was so acutely aware of the flexion of her back muscles as she lay atop of her, the palms of her hands pressed into flesh as she moved back and forth along her. Zoe’s eyes were closed as she revelled in the sweet pleasure of the moment, but she wondered whether anyone had seen them, perhaps they’d completely get away with it, then again, maybe someone was watching and also getting off on it...the thought heightened her arousal to a pinnacle she’d never thought was possible.
The sensation of her wet pussy against her was bringing Zoe to a climax; it was building, building. She had to bite her shoulder in order to stop herself from screaming at a volume that wouldn’t be audible for the entire room including flushed restaurant as the euphoria filled every available square inch of her body.
Her achieving orgasm seemed to magnify Anya’s pleasure also as she came not twenty seconds after. As they relaxed, they smiled at one another. Anya discreetly pulled down her dress and sat upright, gently pulling Zoe back up also after she’d covered her modesty being the nipple that had been bare and pulled down the skirt of her dress. They casually surveyed the room close by to identify any possible audience. No sign of anyone still, the restaurant staff still hurriedly attending to tables apparently oblivious. That was until Zoe pointed her eyes to the direction of the door with porthole on the opposite end of the room. A face in the glass looking directly back at her which seemed to suddenly bolt to the side upon their gazes meeting. From what she could tell, beneath the face was a shirt not dissimilar to those of the other waiting staff. She chuckled.
“Looks like we did have an audience after all” she exclaimed pointing Anya toward the porthole window in the off-chance that the probable establishment staff member would pop her head back for the curiosity of would there be any more for her to voyeur.
“That was amazing” Zoe laughed as they finished the dregs of their drinks. “I literally have never experienced such a rush in my life!”
“Yeah I agree. Tell you what, when you say that you want to say yes more, are you open-minded?” Anya raised a brow.
“Yeah sure.”
“Great, are you doing anything tomorrow night?” she smiled, a sparkle in her eye.
“I’m up for doing something...what do you have in mind?”
Anya didn’t answer but instead brought her phone out from her pocket and began typing, sitting back once she’d finished.
“Should we get another round?” she asked looking around the room for service, still dismissing the question.
“Sure” Zoe retorted in a manner which was meant to communicate ‘you haven’t answered my original question’. They managed to attract the attention of a waiter and ordered their second round of drinks, Anya seemingly waiting upon something as she occasionally glanced at her phone between conversation. Eventually, the phone gave out a notification tone.
Her expression lit up, much like the mobile’s screen as she looked at it and turned to Zoe who was still mystified.
“Ok, pick you up at 7 again tomorrow night?” she grinned.
“Yeah ok, but what should I wear? Should I bring anything?”
“Just wear something sexy” was the reply with a wink.
They finished what was left of their drinks and walked to the entrance. The cool breeze of the February nighttime air hit them as they stepped outside and walked the small distance to the car. They pulled up outside Zoe’s apartment block a short car journey later and both sat there for a minute with the engine no longer running.
“I really enjoyed tonight, thanks so much. I’d had such a horrific few days before you came along and here I am doing something I never thought I’d ever do. Let alone meeting up with a woman on a hookup site but what we just did in that bar” Zoe giggled.
“The feeling’s mutual. There’s more where that came from for tomorrow as well” she winked, kissing her on the cheek goodnight.
Zoe waved goodbye and entered her flat. Chucking her keys on the table, there was still the heartbreak-catalysed slovenly mess from the previous night. She tidied around and thought to check her phone. There were a few missed calls, a few from her friends, two of which from Camille who’d been particularly worried about her. A few from her workmates and then three from...Tracey.
“What does she want?” Zoe muttered but she couldn’t deny the urge to return the call. Then she remembered why she’d gone out for a hookup in the first place. Tracey wasn’t worth it. She deleted her calls and subsequently number from her phone and messaged her friends that she’d been out on a date in order to reassure them that she was in fact absolutely fine.
“Onwards with the ‘yes’ crusade,” she thought to herself as she clambered into bed and re-lived the excitement from that night, acknowledging that she couldn’t remember the last time she felt that alive.
“I wonder what is in store for me tomorrow…”
