Chance Encounter

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Chance Encounter - 2
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They rode in his limo through the dark, sleepy streets of the Garden District. She knew he lived there, but never knew exactly which house. As they rode, she was pretty quiet, not knowing what she should be talking about. He did most of the talking and she was surprised at how easy-going he was. She answered his questions about herself but she found she couldn\'t take the lead and ask him any questions. It was if she didn\'t want to intrude on his privacy, and yet he was taking her to where he lived. His innermost sanctum.

The limo slowed on a nameless street and they exited back out to the heavy damp air. There wasn\'t a soul around. The air was filled with the heady scent of flowers and she could hear crickets and other things chirping and cheeping in the still night. The limo drove away and he walked up the stairs. She followed him up and after some elaborate punching on a keypad, they were inside.

The house was very old, but it had been redone when he bought it. She had heard that it used to be an old funeral home and she could tell by the layout. There was a big entranceway that leads into a few different rooms. They were beautifully furnished with Victorian-era furniture and drapes. Expensive artwork adorned the walls and she was awed.

\"This is beautiful!\" she said, walking boldly into the sitting room. \"It\'s like going back into time.\"

He leaned against the doorway and watched her. In this light he could fully appreciate her loveliness. Her long legs carried her gracefully across the rich carpets. Her slim arms with their long fingers caressed the upholstery. He noticed her fingernails were painted dark red, like blood. They looked so stark in comparison to her ivory skin. As she tilted her head up to look at the chandelier, her firm and very pleasing breasts stuck out. His eyes slid along her bust line up to her neck and then rested on the fine bones of her chin and jaw. She turned her head suddenly to gaze at something else and her lustrous hair picked up the lighting and shown a deep red.

His body responded almost without him knowing and he felt suddenly warm despite the coolness of the air conditioning.

She spun around and saw the piano.

\"Oh my god, this is amazing!\" She walked over to it, but would not touch it.

He smiled at that simple gesture.

\"Would you care to see the rest of the house, Cyndi?\"

She faced him, eyes, wide, and told him she would.

The tour led them upstairs where the décor changed into something much more modern. As they walked, she noticed he clicked a remote and music filled the air. Although she had never heard it before, she knew it was his music. There were no words, just sounds - melodious, haunting sounds. She shuddered and followed him down the dark hallway.

It was pretty obvious that the bedrooms where up here. He was pretty casual about pointing them out, but she was taking in every detail. Eventually they came to a large room at the end of the hall. He opened the double doors and she gazed at the master bedroom.

He watched her take it all in, trying to figure out what she was thinking. She surreptitiously looked around and then rested her eyes on the large, four posted bed for a fleeting moment. He saw a slight flush appear in her cheeks and smiled to himself. Although he didn\'t know what she was thinking, he was imaging her pale, white body sprawled across the dark sheets in state of total ecstasy. He exhaled deeply and ushered her back out to the hallway.

She felt a tension in the air now and it had a sexual overtone in it. That was his bedroom, she thought. Where he sleeps and-

\"Would you like a drink?\" he asked.

\"Oh, yes, that would be great.\"

\"Great, I have something I think you\'ll like.\"

They went back downstairs into a small, cozy sitting room. Cyndi took a spot on the large red couch. In fact, mostly everything in the room was a various shade of red. Again, it was richly furnished, but she was beginning to see that this really wasn\'t him. In fact, although the whole house was decorated with the very best taste, she could sense it wasn\'t what he was all about.

He went over to the small bar and produced a strange looking bottle.

\"Have you ever drank Absinthe?\" he asked.

\"Oh my god, you actually have it?\"

\"Of course. It\'s great stuff. Not as potent as it used to be, but very good.\"

She watched him get two glasses and begin the ritual. First he poured the emerald-colored liquid into two glasses until they were halfway full. Then he placed a slotted spoon over one. She watched in interest as he removed a sugar cube from a crystal dish and placed it on the spoon. Next he began to slowly pour cold water over the sugar cube. Before her eyes, the liquid in the glass began to turn a milky white color. He moved the spoon to the other glass and repeated the process.

\"What does this stuff taste like?\" she asked.

He laughed. \"Pretty bitter without the sugar. But it\'s not bad with it.\"

He turned around and held out her glass and sat down next to her.

Cyndi looked down at the milky, opaque substance in her glass. This was definitely a night of firsts, she thought as she brought the glass to her lips. She felt herself almost hold her breath as she took the first sip.

The cooled liquid entered her mouth and burned her throat all the way down to her stomach. A short, sharp cough escaped her and her eyes watered slightly. She heard him laugh.

\"I love watching people drink this for the first time.\"

She laughed along weakly and took another sip. This time she was prepared so it went down a little easier.

\"This stuff isn\'t as psychoactive as it used to be. They recently un-banned it. I think it\'s great.\"

\"Yeah, it\'s different, that\'s for sure.\"

They sat there and sipped the liqueur delicately and she felt for a moment that they were transported a hundred years in the past. Only the music was different.

Cyndi felt the alcohol slowly take affect. It was if each muscle in her body was slowly relaxing and unwinding. Her mind was no longer filled with self-pity. And her libido was beginning to heat up. She became very much aware of his presence again so close to her. He was talking easily about New Orleans living, but underneath was a dark undertone. It was the side that she heard in his music. The side that turned her on. And she wanted to see it and experience it.

The alcohol was having a similar effect on his own body. He found it easy to talk to her, but it was a cover up and he knew it. The drain of the show and the lateness of the evening were beginning to take its toll. But instead of being exhausted, he was finding that his walls were crumbling a bit. Desire, fueled by the Absinthe was filling his psyche. It was time to go downstairs.

He set his empty glass down on the table.

\"Would you like to see the studio?\"

She turned to him, eyes slightly glazed, but filled with a similar desire.

\"Oh yes, I would love to.\"

He took the glass from her hand and his fingers brushed hers. It was the first time since he had kissed her hand that they had touched. He felt the electricity again.

\"Follow me,\" he said, standing up.

Cyndi got to her feet and felt slightly dizzy. She hoped she didn\'t seem drunk to him and she wanted to remember every bit of this night.

They approached a door off the hallway and she noticed it had it\'s own keypad. He punched in a set of numbers and they began their descent to the basement.

When they entered the main room, she immediately knew where he spent most of his time. She felt him everywhere as she looked around. It was quite an impressive place. Stacks and stacks of equipment were everywhere. Very expensive guitars and keyboards, computers, mixing boards...everything one would need to produce the kind of music he did.

\"This is incredible,\" she said, awestruck.

\"This is where I work,\" he said, simply and without pretentiousness.

He walked over to one of the many machines, and switched it on. Within seconds music filled the air of the tight room and surrounded her. It was so sensual that she began to feel a little weak. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes.

The sounds washed over her as she stood there and she became dimly aware of him singing the words. His voice was still slightly raspy from the show, but it didn\'t waver and it was filled with emotion. She kept her eyes closed as his voice moved closer to her. Again, his presence set off sparks of electricity between them as he stood very close.

Her nostrils flared briefly as she took in the scent of him. She could smell the leather of his boots; the sweetly bitter scent of the Absinthe, even the shampoo that he had used and a faint musky odor that she didn\'t want to admit existed.

His singing got softer with the music and she felt his breath on her skin. It was warm and oozing with the smell of the liqueur. But still, she kept her eyes shut. If she looked at him now-

She felt his hand touch her cheek. His fingers were rough and calloused from playing as they scraped the soft white flesh, but she didn\'t care. He was touching her and it was deliberate and sensual and she was going to die now.

Her eyes opened and he was there. His eyes were searching her face and she could see the lids slowly sliding down over them. She noticed things like the faint shadow of his beard and wondered when he last shaved. She saw his lips soften and part slightly.

His hand moved down to cup her chin and tilt her head up so he could find her lips. Her eyes began to close as he moved his head to hers. Then, in an instant he was kissing her and everything changed.

Cyndi felt his mouth on hers and when he opened it, his tongue was forcing her own mouth to open. Her body was frozen in time as she accepted his insistent tongue. Teeth scraped across flesh and saliva mixed. That one kiss opened her very soul and into it went the lust, pain, loneliness and hunger that made up his entire being.

His hand slid down along her thigh to the hemline. She really knew she was going to melt when she felt that same hand slide under it to seek out the warm flesh of her exposed thigh - just above her stockings. When he did, she heard him grunt and kiss her even more roughly. His own mouth found her tongue and he sucked it hard. Her body started to respond and it was instinct that made her arms begin to encircle him - reaching up to touch his face, his hair.

But he had other designs on her. He pulled his hand out from under her skirt and grabbed her wrists and forced them up over her head. She wasn\'t sure what to do then, but there actually wasn\'t a whole lot she could do. His body was pressed against hers and his mouth was beginning to move south to her neck. He shifted slightly and she felt the undeniable bulge of his cock against her leg.

The music pulsed around them as he sucked her neck and rubbed his cock against her leg. She began to moan as his mouth moved to the tops of her breasts. His tongue licked the firm white skin that showed above her top before moving to the damp skin of her cleavage. Cyn started to lose control a little as he shifted again and brought his knee between her legs and started to force her legs apart. And she was pretty much helpless to do anything about it.

Then as quickly as it began, he stopped and broke away. She stood there against the wall panting and knew her lipstick was smeared across her face. She looked at him with glazed eyes and saw the lipstick on his face too.

The music died away and there was silence.

\"I want you, Cyndi,\" he said simply in a low, husky voice. \"I want to taste you . I want to tie you up and spank your tight sweet little ass. I want to feel your lips around my cock until I cum in your mouth.\"

She opened her mouth but no words would come out. Her brain couldn\'t comprehend what he was saying. It was if she was in a fog.

He placed his hand next to his bulge. It wasn\'t an obscene gesture at all. Just a placement of a hand, drawing her attention to him.

\"Do you want it?\" he breathed.

\"I...I...oh god...\" she said. The alcohol and his kiss made her head spin. She sunk to her knees as tears began to streak down her face.

He moved closer to her and unzipped his jeans. She looked up at his thick cock in her face and in a dream brought her hand up to touch it. He slapped it away and began to stroke her cheek with it. Suddenly, a new song came on and it again engulfed them with sound.

\"Open your mouth,Cyndi, and take me,\" he commanded - his voice raw with lust.

She opened her mouth and the hard, smooth flesh of his head pressed against her lips and forced its way into her mouth just as his tongue had a few moments ago. She opened wider and he was invading her. He groaned and one hand slid over her head to force her to accept him totally.

Her tongue flattened and slid along the underside of his cock and she began to do what she instinctively knew was right - she sucked his cock. The dark, smeared lips closed over him near the base and she started to slide up and down his ever-hardening shaft. He tightened his grip on her hair and brought her head down, forcing more cock into her mouth. She started to gag, but he wouldn\'t let up.

\"Oh fuck, yeah...take me deep...\" he groaned.

Cyndi remembered to relax her throat and that was what he needed her to do. She felt compelled to obey his every wish.

\"Mmmm...that\'s good. Suck my cock,Cyndi. Take it all in and suck it.\"

Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked his cock. His hand guided her head up and down, picking up speed and intensity. There was nothing more she could do than to go along with it. His hand pulled her hair roughly and if she moved away, it would be torn out of her scalp.

This went on for a few more minutes until he started to really moan. She sensed he was close.

\"Fuck...oh fuck...I\'m gonna-\"

And then it happened. His warm cum flooded her mouth. He kept his hand firmly on her head and her nose was right up against his pubic hairs. She could smell the musky scent of him as he spurted deep in her throat. His cock, his moaning and the music muffled her groans.

When at last he finished, he pulled out of her mouth and cum leaked out on her chin. She knelt there with a dazed expression on her face as he wiped his cock off with a towel and pushed it back into his jeans. Without a word, he helped her to her feet and began to lick the cum from her face in delicate strokes of his tongue.

\"I think we should go upstairs,\" he said flatly.

Before she could answer, the music was off and he was leading her back up to the first floor. Her legs wobbled as she climbed the stairs and when they reached the grand hallway again, her eyes squinted at the bright light. She thought they were to go back into the sitting room for a drink, but he turned the corner and climbed the stairs to the second floor. There was nothing else to do but to follow him back into darkness.


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A/n -R/R if you like. It\'d help me out to hear from you all. Hmm... think I should change the rating yet? Nah, it may not be to that point....yet