A Night in the Village
by
Night Wing

Peter had been in New York for a long week of business meetings and
dinners with assorted stuffed shirt senior executives from his company.
Finally, on his last night in the city he had a chance to get out on his own.

He'd heard a lot about Greenwich Village and decided to see if the
reality was as good as the stories.

Grabbing a cab, he asked the driver to take him to some place in the
village that would be interesting and amusing. The driver laughed and said,
"there's only one place for you pal....The Edge."

"The Edge?" Peter asked "tell me about it."

"Naaaaaa." the driver said, "you'll see."

Pulling up in front of a small, smoky jazz club, the driver turned
around and smiled. "Have a good night pal," he said laughing.

Walking in Peter found a small table in a corner where he could see
everyone in the room clearly. Looking around it was obvious that most of the
people in the small bar were here for the same reason.

At a nearby table a young couple were caressing one another while
drinking a dark green liquid that looked like the famous French aphrodisiac
absinthe. And, the more they drank the more uninhibited their behavior became.

Peter watched as the man casually slipped off the woman's panties and
reached between her legs. Swaying to the erotic music being played by a
talented trio of jazzmen over in a far corner, she thrust her hips against
his hand-- sweat beading all over her beautiful face. And, as the beat
increased so did her rhythm against the man's hand. In a matter of moments
she reached a shuddering climax -- after which she casually removed the man's
hand and nonchalantly licked her honey off his long fingers.

At the bar, an exotic looking woman sat surveying the room, clearly
in search of some nocturnal adventure. She had long black hair that swept
over her shoulders and in the half light he could make out her almost violet
eyes.  After a moment their eyes fastened on one another and she slowly
smiled at him. Picking up a thin cigar from a nearby ashtray she took a deep
drag and allowed the smoke to trickle between her bright red lips--never once
taking her eyes off of Peter.

Pulling the bottle of champagne he had ordered from the bucket of
ice, he raised it in her direction in an offering gesture.

Smiling she slithered off the stool and slowly moved in his
direction. She was wearing a black satin sheath, slit up the side to one hip
and as she moved it became very obvious she was wearing no underwear. Her
breasts were not large but were very firm, thrustung upwards. Her nipples
were hard and were visibly pressing against the sheer material; and with
every other step Peter could see her full bottom through the slit in her
dress.

When she arrived at his table, he arose to introduce himself. Bending
over she put a finger to his lips.

"Shhhhhhh," she said, "I'm only interested in a man in one way, and
when I have had him I never want to see him again. If you are willing to
agree to this then I will do anything you like........for this one
night......with no names."

Peter was on fire, his penis throbbing hard in his
pants........fantasies about this creature running wild through this mind."

"I completely understand," he said, "whatever you say."

"Mmmmmm, I'm so glad," she said stroking his cheek, "I had so hoped
that you would. Why don't we go along then?"

Mesmerized he followed her out and watched as she slipped into a
nearby taxi. By the time he had crawled in next to her she had given the
driver the address. It was not a long ride...a few blocks only. They stopped
in front of a newly renovated brownstone and as Peter paid the driver the
woman walked up the front stairs and unlocked the door with a key she had
produced from a small hand bag.

Following her in, he was immediately impressed with the luxurious and
carnal nature of the interior design. The walls were covered with deep
crimson wallpaper. Mirrors were everywhere, and the furniture was large and
overstuffed. On the walls were paintings of men and women engaged in a wild
variety of sexual acts -- some of which he had never dreamed possible.

She walked down a long hall and disappeared into a doorway at the far
end. Moving quickly to follow her, Peter was overwhelmed at what he saw. It
was a large room, lit only with candles. The walls were covered with the same
crimson wallpaper as the hallway, everywhere he looked were mirrors. On the
walls, on the tables, on the ceiling -- mirrors reflected the soft glow of
the candlelight. And in the center of the room was an enormous bed. The
biggest he had ever seen.

But somehow the woman had disappeared.

Then suddenly behind him her voice.

"Do you like my bedroom?"

She had changed from the satin sheath and was now wearing a white
lace negligee that hung seductively from her shoulders and which was tied
loosely at the waist. It looked to Peter that if she shrugged her shoulders
the gown would cascade to the ground and she would be totally nude. The
material was so sheer and translucent that he could see her voluptuous curves
revealed to him, and he was possessed with an intense desire to have her.

"I have no words," he said.

"Mmmmmm good," she said laughing a little.

Moving closer to her he was taken with his hunger to have her there
and then and the desire to prolong the first experience.

Kneeling in front of her he began running his hands over her body
through the thin material -- all the while kissing her belly, her hips, her
breasts. Then easing her down onto the edge of the bed he picked up a foot
and raised it to his lips, as his hands moved under the folds of the thin
gown. For the first time he was able to feel her skin--smooth and soft--as
his fingers wandered over the inside of her thighs. Then ever so briefly he
allowed his palm to brush against the soft fur between her legs.

Laying back she moaned at his attentions, and as she did so she
spread her legs even further, a trace of her honey streaking the inside of
her thighs.

Determined to make this moment last Peter moved his hands all over
her body, twisting and teasing -- stroking and fondling. Now he began to kiss
her, on the nape of her neck, between her breasts, lightly against her lips.
And, as he kissed her, he untied the small sash and opened the gown --
totally revealing her body to him.

Her breasts were everything he had thought, small and firm, deeply
tanned and tipped with erect, bright red nipples. Reaching behind her neck
her pulled her to a half sitting position so he could totally remove the
gown. Throwing it on a nearby chair he pushed her full length onto the bed.

Looking up at him she murmured, "take your clothes off and come to
me."

Stripping off his clothes he crawled onto the bed with her,
overwhelmed by the desire to fuck her then and there...to make her scream and
moan...to make her come...but she wasn't ready. Instead she wanted to take
his cock in her mouth and fondle it, and as she did he found himself with her
firm bottom and wet pussy there for his attentions.

Spreading the lips of her pussy wide he feasted his eyes on the pink
wet rosebud, and the flow of sweet honey that was pouring out of her. Raising
his head he buried his tongue inside her allowing his tongue to probe deeply
inside her vulva.

Meanwhile, she squeezed his balls and tongue, his cock deep inside
her throat constantly teasing it with her small fine teeth.

Pulling his tongue from her pussy, he allowed it to wander between
the  cheeks of her ass and tease her totally exposed rosebud as he squeezed
the fine firm cheeks of her ass. Laying back, he pulled her on top of him and
allowed his tongue to move deep inside her -- smacking her bottom as he did.

With this neither could wait any longer. Crawling on to all fours and
thrusting her ass in the air. Looking over her shoulder she begged, "fuck me
now, fuck me hard, fuck me where ever you want."

Grabbing her hips, Peter thrust himself deep inside her exposed pussy
and began a slow urgent thrusting -- smacking her bottom hard as he fucked
her.

Under him she moaned and cursed, gyrating in pleasure. "You like
fucking me don't you?" she screamed. "Like fucking me like a whore, don't
you?"

She was wild now, screaming and panting -- thrusting her ass back
against him, and as he looked in a mirror the scene was wild. Her long black
hair, drenched with sweat, hung around her shoulders as she moved back
against him driving for every inch of satisfaction. And, he was crouched over
her, grabbing her breasts, driving his cock in and out of her tight, slick
pussy.

Feeling her orgasm approaching she screamed even louder for him to
drive into  her. and  he obliged, lying across her back -- pulling and
twisting on her nipples-- slamming his hips against the spongy flesh of her
bottom. In a matter of seconds, the powerful muscles of her vulva squeezed
and twisted against his flesh and she howled and moaned like a bitch in heat.
Slamming into her even deeper her he drove her to one, two,
three...........four body wracking climaxes.

"But you.......you haven't come yet," she moaned.

"That's not where I am going to come," Peter said. And with that he
pulled out of her still pulsating vulva and spreading her ass cheeks wide,
aiming his swollen prick at her exposed rosebud.

"Oh god" was all she could say before he buried himself into ther
bottom.

Howling in a combination of pain and pleasure, she collapsed her
shoulders onto the bed in an act of total submission and allowed Peter to use
her for his own satisfaction. Twisting and slamming into her ass,  he
grabbed her hips and watched the two of them moving together in the mirror at
the foot of the bed.

Her milky white skin was covered in sweat and her breasts swayed
seductively as he drove in and out of her. Feeling the come boiling in his
balls, he slapped her ass a couple of more times until he exploded deep
inside her, filling her bowels with a torrent of hot come.

Pleasure tore threw him, and under him she cried and screamed,
twisting her hips and ass to deliver every last possible measure of
satisfaction. Even as his drained penis began to weaken inside her bottom,
she flexed her muscles to extend his enjoyment. And even after he was totally
limp she took his balls and cock in her mouth and licked him clean.

Despite the intensity and madness that drove their sex that night,
when he dressed to leave she did not ask him his name and as she promised
earlier that night she did not ask him to return. And for years, when he
would lie awake in the middle of the night with his wife sleeping quietly
next to him after a night of lovemaking, the memory of that night would haunt
him.