A Wild Night's Encounter (3 page)

Eric took the darker path towards the porch, making sure he did not disrupt the activities of the people who were deep in their own temporary prisons. He heard the moaning and the grunts. His libido upped a notch as he made his way near the bushes towards the porch.

From halfway, Eric got a hold of the source.

It was a beer bottle; the glint was when its bottom came in contact with a light source at a certain angle. He was about to abandon his effort when a quick shower of light exposed the person sitting there.

It was a girl.

It was a girl watching all the people using and abusing each other under the clear night sky!

He was immediately intrigued. What little alcohol that was trying to worm its way into his head receded and gave way to his curiosity.

He was amazed at not being seen.
She must be really focused. What do you know; I might just get laid tonight!
Eric thought to himself as he approached the porch from behind.

Once he cleared the periphery of her vision, Eric accepted a bottle of beer casually given to him by someone he didn’t know, but who praised him for his earlier heroics. Muttering a quick thanks, he proceeded slowly past the teasing couple whose audience had thinned out, appearing nonchalant, like he didn’t really care at all.

Once directly behind the woman, Eric sipped on his beer and observed.

It was understandable why she was here. It was dark, there were littered bottles that made it uninviting, and the high-backed chair was to the back of everyone else; virtually saying no one was there.

It did seem a boring place to be at a party, and he mentally applauded her choice of hiding place.

He carefully placed his steps, making sure he did not make a sound that would attract her attention. At the same time, he made sure that he didn’t accidentally kick the bottles lined up in there. He sipped on his beer, but also took care to not make a sound audible enough for her to notice.

He was going to play this one out until the ideal moment to reveal himself.

If I play this right, she’d be pumped full of hormones by the time I announce myself, making me more attractive in the process! And she will not be able to resist me!
He smiled at these thoughts.

LAILA’S RECOLLECTION OF THE time she had experienced her first orgasm had the same effect on her as that porn film they had seen.

During her recollection, she noticed how perky her nipples were and how supple her breasts had become. She also noted that she was now breathing like she did that time.

Laila had been triggered. Here in her open hiding spot, she was unbearably turned on!

That question had crossed her mind like an arrow piercing one’s skin – unannounced and totally unwelcome. She could not help it, she was brought up as a strict Christian and although she tried her best to stray, her first thoughts were always of morality when she let her rational mind take over.

Still, she could not deny what she was feeling. Already, she was wet under her lace underwear and she knew that if she just pinched her nipple, she would not be able to stop herself.

And so she did!

Waves of pleasure ran back and forth through her, starting from her left nipple traveling everywhere and ending where it started. She let out a sigh, and then drank her beer earnestly.

As she did, her other hand slid down to her crotch. She touched herself through the fabric and felt the ripple, just as if she had touched herself with her bare hand down there.

Her libido was ripe as evidenced by the sensation generated by her every touch. It would be easy for her to cum. She hoped she would be able to not make a sound.

Her attention zoned in on the group nearest to her. Earlier, it was the man who was grunting behind the woman who was on all fours. His momentum built up and seemed to go faster as the seconds ticked away. The faster he went, the louder the cheers got.

Libido notwithstanding, humans have a limit. So, despite clearly not wanting to stop, the man reluctantly pulled out, used his hoodie to cover the ground, and lay on top of it.

The woman was apparently impressed with the strong showing.

The thought crossed Laila’s mind. The girl took her place between the man’s spread legs and gave him a good tugging. The man threw his head back and moaned a low, long moan.

After what seemed like a good five minutes the girl swallowed the man, following the course of her hand down his shaft with her mouth. The crowd around them erupted in cheers; cameras started flashing from their smart phones.

Laila noticed that her breath had quickened. She was no stranger to giving head and sometimes, when she was still in a relationship, even enjoyed giving it. There was something powerful about subduing the opposite sex by playing with their sensitive part and at the same time, using one’s own sensitive part to accomplish the deed.

Laila also acknowledged that this particular girl, though she looked like she was at least two years younger than her, was a professional.

She noticed how the girl controlled the man’s reaction by timing her ministration. With her hand, she deftly moved her wrist in small circles as it traveled up and down his elongated diver. While doing so, she did not keep the rhythm with her mouth but instead chose to attack him when he wasn’t expecting it, usually when he laid his head back on the ground.

He was powerless; all that the man could manage to say was a string of repeated expletives that perfectly described what they were doing.

Laila timed her own ministrations to the movement of the girl’s wrist. She found pleasure there. If she was a little ashamed earlier, this time she stroked her femininity with wild abandon, patterning it with the expert maneuvers of the girl.

The man could not take it anymore. He motioned her to stop and ride him already to which she obliged.

That was one thing Laila knew how to do but did not practice. It was her experience that men rarely asked her to stop when she was into it. Something that resulted in her sex drive being almost driven to the brink, but not reciprocated.

She was glad that this man had particularly asked the girl to stop and partake in the final act together.

The man was huge—Laila could see it in the way the girl had to bounce up and down four times before she sat on his pole comfortably. Thinking that just a few minutes ago he was already inside her, sawing her senseless, to not be able to quickly accommodate him once more only strengthened the notion that he was big!

Once the girl was on top, she slowly started gyrating making use of the most easily learned move any woman can do – rock forward and back.

Laila knew that this was about to blow. She focused her attention to the pair while her hand mercilessly toyed with her hot button. As the girls gyrations began to hasten, Laila’s hands did, too.

Bracing herself for the incoming slivers of pleasure that would soon assault her senses, she tightened her thigh and calf muscles. Next she tightened the area below her navel so that she could control her spasms.

The couple on the ground also braced for impact. With one final squeal, the girl fell into the man’s chest, her legs still firmly planted on both sides of him, her knees now digging into the soil. The man embraced her. He used the small space between their hips to thrust upwards.

The effect it had on an already exploding young girl was heard by the other two groups that were also almost done.

The girl squealed constantly until she could bear it no longer and needed to breathe. What issued from her mouth was a long string of muffled sounds. The man was fully committed to finishing her off; his grunts becoming louder, his thrusts were getting more forceful too.

“I’m cumming! Don’t stop!” the girl exclaimed.

So was Laila. She mashed her vagina thoroughly until she too was about to blow. Thinking this would be a big one, she propped both her feet on the ledge for more support as she didn’t want to lean forward and hit her head when the throes came in.

“Ngggnnnnhhhh,” was the sound that escaped her mouth as her vision went white with pleasure.

STABS OF WHITE HOT pleasure coursed through her spine, going up and down so fast that she tried to stop it by raising and pressing her nape backwards as best she could.

One thing she could not help was her involuntary kick as she came. It sent her chair silently back a few paces until her feet could not be propped on the ledge any longer.

Laila tried to control her sexual seizures until they eventually died off. She was halfway through her carnal throes. She wished, like all people in such a glorious state did, that she could last a little longer. Her eyes were almost glued shut. She was still catching her breath from holding it too much earlier when she tried to bring herself to climax much faster.

Over the distance, she could hear the final wails of the girl, and the grunt of the man who had been her inspiration for self-pleasure this night. She braced herself even more. The last few shudders were always the strongest. Laila bit her lip.

“Well, that sucks,” a deep voice issued from beside her.

Laila reflexively got up and tried to cover herself — only to realize that she was fully clothed! Though it was dark, she knew the person can tell that she was embarrassed by this.

“How dare you!” she accused in low and stern tones, lest others hear.

“Dare what?” The man asked.

“You know, spy on me like that! Pervert,” she said, still in a low tone.

“Whoa, before you accuse me of that, remember what you were just doing a minute ago.”

It was not a request; it was a slap to her face, one that she wasn’t prepared for.

She was speechless.

“As for my ‘spying’, I didn’t even realize you were there until you started moaning. I was just watching them the same as you.”

Laila was so embarrassed her legs shook.

I will kill you Ashley, you got me into this,
she thought.

“Besides,” the man continued, “it’s perfectly normal to be aroused with all of those naked bodies in front of you. I was aroused, too. Perfectly normal, nothing to be ashamed of,” he added.

Laila did not miss the emphasis on “normal” and “ashamed”. Somehow she wasn’t convinced.

“What were you doing on this spot anyway?” she asked, trying to change the matter.

“Well, just like you, I was looking at them. And then I heard you. Then,” he let it linger, “I saw what you were doing. And there I was thinking I would get laid tonight!” he said in mock exasperation.

Laila almost laughed at his gesture that conveyed almost getting something, but kept herself in check.

“Damn, you finish fast, don’t you? All my plans ruined for the evening. Oh well, this place is getting old anyways and the booze is getting warm. Would you like to have a cup of coffee or cocoa perhaps? You owe me, you know.”

“How the hell did I end up from being spied on, to owing you?” Laila burst out, the last few waves of pleasure trapped inside her giving rise to a sudden irritability.

“First of all, you were spying, too. Second of all, had I known that you finish fast; I would have stopped you mid — well, uhm — stroke. I would have been able to join in then! Now my prostate is full, my navel feels like it’s gonna burst, and I don’t see a good ending to this. Unless…” He let it trail again.

“No! No! No! No! No!” Laila burst.

“Jeez, easy will you?” he said. “I was just gonna say ‘unless you join me for coffee’.”

“No, you weren’t,” Laila said, turning the conversation around on the man.

“Way I see it, unless you’re psychic, you have no way of telling so give it up and come with me. I badly need company – over coffee, or cocoa, I mean, right?” he said, stammering on the last part.

“Right what? You think you’re a slick one, huh?”

“Sorry, it might be the beer or it might be the fact that I just saw you pleasure yourself to the high heavens in a very voyeuristic way.”

Laila had no answer to that again.

“Hmmm, now you’re silent. Is there anything else I can do to convince you that I am not an enemy, I wasn’t spying on you, I don’t mean any harm, and I just really want to have coffee with you?” he continued, almost pleading.

“No. There is nothing you can do! Also, please stop acting like we know each other, and leave me the fuck alone, okay?” retorted Laila, her voice rising up, drawing some stares from the nearest groups, even those who were watching the teasing pair finally get into it.

“Wow, you really are making a big deal out of this! I was just trying to help ease up your shame, you know? You could be thankful for that. You’re some piece of work, you know that? And you have the nerve to cause a scene?” he replied, his voice still steady.

“Just leave me alone, okay?” she said, mellowing down. “Forget what you saw, forget we talked. I’ll be leaving. I suggest you do the same.”

“I can’t believe your guts, lady! You’re not going to see this my way, aren’t you? Oh well, have it your way. Remember, the next time you speak to me, you better be polite, and you better be thankful. I’ve had it with you, I was just trying to make you feel better and you go all kamikaze on me? As for ‘leaving you the fuck alone’, I just did that. You came!”

“Shut u—” Laila tried to interrupt but stopped upon realizing that she was at a disadvantage. Still, Laila was not to be taken down easily.

“Shhhh, shhhhh, shhhhh, shhhh!” he stopped her mid-sentence. “What did I just tell you about being polite and shit? That started the moment I said it. Do it one more time and everybody will know.”

Laila panicked at that declaration. Then quick thinking gave her a little hope.

“What you’re gonna tell everyone here was that I was pleasuring myself? Every single person here pleasured themselves at one point tonight. Good luck with that.”