Story 20: Wanting to Be Seen (Written)
After ending a five-year relationship, Keisha, a well-known chef and bakery owner, meets Khalid at the club. He’s young, energetic and proceeds to take Keisha on a journey to the best sex and most delicious fling she’s ever had. On this particular evening, Khalid wants to try something new - in view of others.
Primary Characters: 1 male-identified, 1 female-identified
Spice Level: 4
Written by: Danni
The strength of the reasons she should go back on her word pulled on her conscience. She was the owner of a small, but highly-publicized bakery. She was 37, not 27 like him. And lastly, who did shit like fuck in places where someone could see them?
“Stop doing that.” Khalid interrupted her thoughts and pulled her closer. He flexed his biceps while he held her against him. She was eye-level with his impressive pecs.
“What am I doing?”
“Thinking of reasons why you shouldn’t let me fuck you on this balcony.”
Keisha started her fling with Khalid within two weeks of her break-up with her boyfriend of five years - that was two months ago. Like a cliché, her girlfriends took her to a club. Keisha saw Khalid waiting for his drink at the bar. His light brown hair hung in waves, stopping at the bottom of his neck. He had the ass of an athlete, like a football or baseball player. He noticed her checking him out. He came closer and she saw he had perfect teeth. What was supposed to be a one night stand has morphed into the most reckless and hottest sex she’s ever had.
“You don’t know that’s what I’m thinking,” she spat out. “I could be thinking about marshmallows or my doctor’s appointment next week.”
“True, you could be, but I think we both know you’re not.” Khalid rubbed his finger against her chin then drew her mouth to his. Damn, was he a good kisser. Keisha’s body trembled. He moved his lips and tongue like he was trying to free her soul from its corporeal form - and it was working. The hairs of his trimmed beard rubbed softly against her face. The moment swept her up into its grasp.
She broke the kiss. “This is crazy. I have a two-bedroom, two-bathroom luxury apartment, and you want us to have sex on the balcony?”
Between kisses he said, “That’s exactly what I want.” He picked her up, lifting her heft like she was an empty tote bag. His kisses melted her concerns. “I’ll let you keep your dress on. How’s that?” Keisha was kiss drunk. At this moment everything sounded okay; and if she were honest, the idea of one of her neighbors seeing a sexy Arab man giving it to her hard both scandalized and enticed her.
She felt his bulge move against her as he walked to the outdoor chairs. The sounds of a Houston night swarmed around them. The mugginess covered her skin in a layer of sweat. Keisha was dying to have him move inside her. Khalid placed her down. His lips sucked on her earlobe. He danced his tongue around the swirl of her ear. She crossed her legs, wanting to feel friction.
She took off his shirt. She ran her hands down his washboard abs, to his flat lower abs, admiring his deep V-cut. She unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and reached into his pants to palm his bulge.
Khalid hissed, “See what you do?”
Keisha gave him her back and ground her ass against his crotch. He threw up the skirt of her summer dress and placed his hand on her back, instructing her to bend over. Houston’s sprawl was before her: The Fourth Ward, the Theatre District, and beyond. He popped the slit of her panties against her aching pussy. Whether because of its surprise or its slight sting, either way, Keisha’s wetness dripped to her inner thighs.
Khalid moved her panties aside. His pointer and middle finger breached her entrance. She let out a soft moan.
“You’re so wet.” Khalid parted his fingers inside of her, stretching her walls. She arched her back. Khalid didn’t increase the speed. His stroke was steady and ginger. She wanted to curse him out. He was toying with her, giving her enough to feel good, but not enough to come. If she wanted that, she’d have to ask.
“Please, Khalid, I want to come.” He drove his fingers harder into her. Filthy things paraded out of his mouth, getting her more and more worked up. Her warm pussy clutched his fingers. The orgasm rocked her body when it hit. She panted like a runner who hasn’t trained properly for a race. Khalid sucked all of her juices off his fingers.
He lowered her panties to the floor and kissed her ass on each cheek. Through the daze of her pleasure, she smiled at how he was both naughty and sweet. He put on the condom he had in his pocket, gripped his dick hard and pumped it twice before penetrating her still soaked pussy.
“Keep your back arched.” Exhibitionism had been Khalid’s kink for a long time. He had never gotten caught, but the fact that he could heightened the moment. He deliberately covered Keisha - a fairly well-known businesswoman - by having her lean on a chair. If they were seen, he made sure that only he would be caught, quite literally, with his pants down.
Khalid fucked Keisha at the right angle. She covered her face, slightly embarrassed at how good he felt knocking against her G-spot, stretching her walls, and flexing inside of her. His hands held her tight. There was nowhere for her to go. She had to surrender, to submit to his powerful thrusts. She didn’t recognize her own voice. Whatever was coming out her throat was high pitched and desperate.
Khalid grunted. His thrusts became inconsistent. Keisha screamed a second before her walls clamped down on him, and he felt a rush of liquid on his dick. His legs and lower abs tensed up. A loud growl ripped through his body as he emptied his balls into the condom between them.
Coming back down to Earth, he said, “Next time we do this, you’re sitting on my face and I don’t wanna hear your doubts about it.”