by Tayrn James
Meeting Sasha
Part One of Adventures with Cassie
Prologue
I went to the supermarket in search of Bobbi pins. I was wandering down the aisle that contained hair accessories, when my gaze landed on an old fashioned wooden hairbrush. My breath caught in my throat. Shivers of sensation raced up and down my spine. I had to close my eyes for a moment as memories bombarded me.
Why react in such a way to the sight of a hairbrush? It's quite a story. And like most good stories that women tell, it's all about a man....
Chapter One
Within two weeks of arriving home from college on summer break, I had already had my fill of boys who were still wet behind the ears trying to get me to go up to Lookout Point.
That's where the local kids went for some fun after dark. I was a junior, which made me quite the conquest. And let’s call a spade a spade. What they really wanted as much as the sex, was to have a story they could tell their friends about in vivid detail. I swear to you that guys like to gossip just as much as girls do.
They just disguise it by saying they are “shooting the shit” or whatever.
It was a Friday night, and my brother Johnathan was having a bunch of his baseball teammates over for a big bonfire. They had all just graduated from high school the past week, and were itching to celebrate. I already had to politely decline dates with at least three of the guys and was so not going to be there. There was sure to be awkwardness, and it was smarter to just avoid the entire situation altogether.
The thing is, my libido was pretty high, as one would expect when left relatively unsupervised at a liberal arts college where girls and guys were allowed to live in the same building. To be honest, trying to be the good little daughter/sister/friend was making me into a horny little devil. So, that is how I found myself all dolled up and heading out looking for some action between the sheets.
I didn't want rumors of my evening activities to reach back home. Forty miles and crossing state lines from Louisiana into Texas had to be a big enough buffer. That far away, I shouldn't run into anyone that I knew well. More importantly, no one would know my family well either.
The plan was to start at Pinky's, a jazz club that catered to a more sophisticated clientele. If I didn't have any luck there within an hour, I would head down to the new county western bar at the wharf. Normally country music was not my cup of tea, but hey, who doesn't love the idea of a cowboy? I heard they came complete with real cowboy boots and a Stetson at Two Steppers.
I pulled into the lot at Pinky's and took a quick look in the mirror before heading in, my mauve lip gloss needed another coat. I reapplied it and then stopped to study my reflection for a minute. Tall for a woman at six feet even, I have a pretty banging figure, if you don't mind the curves. I have a lot of curves. Large breasts and an actual ass will do that.
I keep myself in decent shape, so everything is tight where it needs to be and soft where men like it to be soft. Lots of blonde curly hair framed an okay face and my makeup was applied so that it highlighted my large hazel eyes. They were currently a greenish gold due to the color of my dress. Dark green, it was cut in a low vee neck that drew the eye, before coming in to gather under my ample chest and flow down to just skim my knees. The sleeves were long, but slitted enough to flash my golden tanned arms as I walked. Bronze peep toed pumps with kitten heels completed the outfit.
Deciding I looked pretty snazzy, I got out of my old but well preserved BMW coupe and made my way to the door. There was a bouncer stationed out front, but no line to contend with. It was only nine o'clock, so the club wasn't that busy yet.
I stopped to flash a smile at the man guarding the entrance. The only word to describe him was humongous. Well over six feet in height, he had long dark hair slicked back in a ponytail and looked to have Native American somewhere in his background. It was obvious by his muscled physique that he took his job quite seriously. Heck, even his muscles had muscles.
“Can I see your ID, ma'am?” He smiled in return.
“Of course, sugar,” I replied, laying it on a bit thick.
Didn't hurt to make friends with the staff. You never knew when it would come in handy. I pulled out my driver's license and handed it to the man. He ran the card through the scanner and it made a low beep. Apparently that meant I was all clear, because he handed the license back to me.
“Thank you, Ms. Carlton.”
“Please, call me Cassie,” I insisted.
I know, Cassandra Carlton. My parents had been into the alliteration thing when I was born. Growing up I had always wished for a different name. Something much cooler like Tatiana or Jade. Now I that I was older and more confident in myself, I was okay with their choice. Go figure.
The big man flushed slightly. “Ms. Cassie then. Do you want stamped now or do you want to wait?”
“I think I will wait, Mr.....I didn't catch your name.”
“Dallas, ma'am. Just Dallas.”
I made sure to do my eye rolling only in a mental capacity.
Seriously?
Naming your son Dallas when you lived in the state of Texas? Apparently my parents weren't the only ones who were naming impaired when it came to their kids.
I gave him an assessing look. He was fairly attractive and a great hulk of a man, which I appreciated. I had never been a fan of short or small men in general. Somewhat irrational I know, but it's hard to feel sexy around a guy who you are afraid you might break if you decided to try and sit on their lap.
“So damn polite, Dallas. Why don't you find me when you go on break? I'll buy you a round and maybe then I can convince you to behave badly.”
He startled noticeably and I waited for good eye contact before giving the man a saucy wink and heading through the door. I made sure to give him something to watch, putting a little extra sway in my walk. I like to flirt. So sue me.
Chapter Two
It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the dimness inside. The club was dark and smoky, smelling of rich tobacco and spilled alcohol. I inhaled deeply, taking it all in. I didn't really mind the smell of tobacco smoke. My grandfather had smoked a pipe and the scent, while distinct, had always been dear to me.
Even though it was still early, most of the tables were occupied. There were still a few open spools at the bar, however, and I made my way there for a drink. I hopped up onto a seat and waited patiently for the bartender to approach. She came over almost immediately. Good looking in a worn kind of way, she had dark black hair and a Marilyn piercing on her cheek.
“What can I get for you, hon?”
I hate when people I don't know call me pet names. Biting back a sharp retort, I answered.
“Johnny Walker, Black Label. On the rocks. Better make it a double.”
She nodded in acknowledgment of my choice and had my bourbon sitting in front of me in short order. I gave the woman my credit card to open up a tab and then sat back to take a sip.
Good stuff. Sighing in appreciation, I turned and eyed the stage. There were currently four guys occupying it, in the midst of a session jam. Overall they were pretty decent and the guitarist was really quite excellent. I closed my eyes for a moment to savor the music. I loved jazz, mostly because the music was slightly different every time it was played.
I turned back to the bar to find the bartender setting down a second drink next to my half empty tumbler. Well, that didn't take long.
“Courtesy of the gentleman at the end of the bar”.
I acknowledged her statement with a nod and leaned back, half turning in my
seat in an obvious attempt to see the man. It was a signal for him to approach and he recognized it as such, making his way towards me slowly. He was attractive in a college professor sort of way. A comfortable dark brown, ribbed sweater showed off a lean chest and torso, his white shirt collar peeking out just above the neckline. Dark gray dress slacks highlighted slim hips and made him appear taller than the five foot ten he probably was.
I put his age as mid to upper forties. Damn. The age didn't bother me as much as his size. A bit shorter than I normally liked. Still, the man had gotten me a drink. An expensive drink. I had learned through experience that the right drink let me judge the measure of a man's interest very accurately. If the drink was too common, it was usually cheap and the guy who bought your next round tended to think you might be that way as well. I was never a cheap date.
Resigned to spending the next little while with my benefactor, I pasted a bright smile on my face before turning back to the bar. Seconds later, I felt a light tap on my shoulder and turned to say hello. Up close, the man was definitely more attractive than I had thought at first glance, with wavy light brown hair and dark eyes. Laugh lines bracketed his mouth, showcasing very full lips. The man was intense but obviously not afraid to laugh and my interest perked again.
“I'm glad you came over,” I said in greeting. “I wanted to thank you for the drink. My name is Cassie.” I extended my hand for a handshake but he surprised me by bringing it to his lips for a swift kiss.
“Short for Cassandra?” He inquired knowingly while keeping my hand gently trapped between his warm fingers.
I nodded.
“A beautiful name for a very beautiful young woman. My name is Sasha. May I join you Cassandra?”
“Of course.” I indicated the open stool to my left.
He sat and gestured to the bartender for his own drink.
An Old Fashioned with top shelf liquor.
I had to grin. He knew how to order a drink as well. Seeing my smile, Sasha met it with one of his own and it transformed his face into something truly special. I gave him a moment to enjoy his beverage before starting in on the normal small talk. We chatted amicably for a good fifteen minutes or so, long enough for the musicians on stage to finish their set.
When the next performers were announced, Sasha turned to me with a strange, tight expression on his face.
“Is everything OK?” I asked hesitantly.
“Of course.” he responded in a level tone, making me wonder if I had imagined his unease seconds earlier. “This is the group I came to listen to. Would you care to join me at my table?”
He gestured towards a booth closer to the stage.
“I would love too, Sir. Lead the way!” I answered.
Getting up, I managed to catch my heel on the stool and stumbled. Sasha righted me easily with a firm grip on both arms, his hands lingering longer on my body than truly necessary. That was fine with me. The sensation of him touching my bare arms was wonderful. There was such strength in his hands. That thought was followed closely by an image of those powerful hands griping my hips as he moved me into position to take his swelling cock. I was dripping wet almost instantly as my pussy began to throb.
He let me go with obvious reluctance, and I followed him across the floor. We reached the booth and I slid in first, the motion causing a delicious friction between my long legs. Sasha followed, settling in close enough that our legs touched from knee to thigh. Hopefully it wouldn't be all that ended up touching tonight.
The lights dimmed, signaling the show was about to begin. An older, attractive woman took the stage, looking magnificent in an inky black dress that covered her from neck to ankle. The cut of the dress only served to illustrate how petite the woman was and made her look ethereal in the soft lights.
Soft strains of music floated out of the darkness behind her and she began to sing. She sang beautifully, her voice light and smooth, almost bouncy. Much like Astrud Gilberto, the Brazilian bossa nova artist.
Sasha put his arm around me and I settled more comfortably against his side. Together we enjoyed the music, content to be with each other in the moment.
Too soon, the show ended to raucous applause and the house lights rose measurably. I turned to Sasha and he leaned towards me, our lips meeting. Gently at first, the kiss gradually became heated and he pulled my unresisting form closer to his body. I shuddered against him when I realized how easily he had pulled me completely sideways and into his lap.
In turn, my shudder made Sasha gasp against my lips, breaking the amazing kiss. I tucked my face down against his chest to hide the desire that I knew was reflected in my eyes from view. Sasha tightened his arms around me, and within our embrace I could feel his heart beating frantically in his chest.
We stayed like that for what seemed like hours. When Sasha's heartbeat was almost back to normal against my ear, he cleared his throat to whisper,
“I need to fuck you. Now.”
Thank God, I thought as my libido did a great big happy dance at his words. Don't get me wrong, I had enjoyed the music, and the cuddling, but this is what I really had come for. I nodded against his chest in agreement and untangled myself from him in order to grab my bag.
Chapter Three
I had remembered to close out my tab before the last set, so we left immediately. Sasha's place was outside the city limits but not exactly in the middle of nowhere, so I felt safe enough that I decided to leave my car in the club's lot. Sasha would bring me to get it later, or I could always take a cab back to it if need be.
We made it to his place in less than twenty minutes and the ride was tense, but in a good way. Sasha and I didn't say much as our bodies did all of the talking for us. Under my green dress, his grip was firm as his right hand rested half way up the thigh closest to him. I, in turn, had used my left hand to snake under the back of his sweater, tracing light feathery circles against the small of his back.
When we pulled into the house, it was larger than I had expected. A long tree lined cobblestone drive had hid the house from the road. Sasha came around to open my door and wasted no time, leading me by the hand quickly through the house. All I got was a fleeting impression of each room before we were on to the next, finally ending up in a dark bedroom.
He flipped on the lights and I saw that a large bed dominated the space. Dark with large posts rising up almost to the ceiling, mounds of bright blue pillows covered most of the headboard. Matching silk sheets were folded down to cover the top end of a fluffy white down comforter.
More than ready, I flipped my hair out of the way in order to take off my dress. The zipper was halfway down my back when Sasha stopped me, saying
“Wait. I want to just look at you for a moment.”
I paused and then straightened to strike a pose for him. Chest out and turning slightly to the side, I knew what I would look like to Sasha with my breasts creamy and barely contained by the plunging vee neckline. I gazed at him through the riot of my blond curls, my eyes promising sex and wicked things. Bedroom Eyes, according to many of my lovers.
“Turn around,” he instructed in a low voice.
I did as he asked and my body was practically humming with anticipation by the time I heard his footsteps approach. He moved my hair to the side and slowly unzipped my dress. Instead of pushing it off of my shoulders as I expected, he bent slightly and picked up the bottom of the garment, running his hands under and up along the back of my thighs to palm a mostly bare buttock with each hand.
Squeezing gently, he moved his hands up to my hips and pressed me back against him. My dress was bunched up around the small of my back and I could feel his hard cock through the thin material of his slacks. I rocked eagerly against that hardness, my movements causing him to buck against me wonderfully. He gave a few hard thrusts, before stilling as his hands started moving again.
One arm snaked around to the front of me and Sasha cupped my still dripping sex through the black lace of the thong I wore. His other hand emerged
from under my dress only to reach through my open zipper and back around to cup one heavy breast through the matching bra. My nipple hardened immediately and he played his fingers lightly over the straining nub. Moaning, I pressed backwards to rub against his cock again, feeling it grow even thicker against me.
Suddenly, his fingers were gone. I barely had time to register their loss before I felt Sasha pushing my dress down. The material glided over my shoulders as gravity took hold, catching briefly on my pebbled nipples before the garments weight caused it to fall to the floor in a dark puddle. I stood there in my sheer black lace bra and panties, breathing heavily in arousal as I felt his heavy gaze taking me in.
Sasha turned me to look at him, before claiming my lips for a kiss. His tongue pressed against the seam of my lips, demanding entry. I opened for him and it darted inside to duel with my own. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to put my legs around his waist. To feel his cock strain against my barely covered pussy. But I wasn't sure if he could take all of my weight and it made me hesitate.
