Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  Chomping on a quickly cooling breadstick with disinterested lips, she used her free hand to dial the cell phone number that Cal had sent her in last night’s e-mail.

  “Hi, I’m Cal!” the same cheery recorded voice greeted her for what seemed like the hundredth time.

  “I’m a vile, irredeemable scumbag!” Dorothea embellished in silence, adding aloud, “Hi Cal, it’s Dorothea. I’m a bit concerned about you at this point; our date was scheduled to start 15 minutes ago. Give me a call when you can.”

  Clicking the off button on her phone, she stashed it in the depths of her nearby purse before settling back in her chair; watching with a deep frown as two sharp dressed older gentlemen approached her table—oblivious to her presence as they made to pass her.

  “I just saw the funniest thing outside,” one man, a salt and pepper haired gent with laughing dark eyes, told the other. “This poor sap came here to meet a blind date. Then he takes a peek through the window, sees her, and takes off running in the other direction. Hilarious!”

  Sitting back sharp in her seat, Dorothea felt the color rise in her cheeks as she considered these words.

  “Scumbag,” she seethed, clenching her hands tight on the table before her, “Judging from his profile pic, I’m guessing that George Clooney doesn’t sit up nights fearing his competition. Who in the blazes is he to talk?”

  Grabbing her purse, she stood from the table with a heated sigh—then sat right back down as she saw a man who just might give George Clooney a run for his bucks.

  “In fact, if George Clooney seems to be missing a clone or an identical twin, I just may have found him.”

  Currently sidling up to the brass railed bar that formed a far corner of Club Tropicale, the gentleman in question looked right at home in his surroundings; dressed as he was in a black silk dinner suit with a sleek ivory shirt underneath it.

  Tall and muscular, the man’s sleek ebony hair boasted just a touch of silver at the temples, enhancing the glow of his wide cocoa hued eyes as he dazzled the room with a white toothed smile.

  “Now that’s a real man,” she breathed, adding as she saw the handsome stranger sway his sculpted form and snap his fingers in time to the smooth jazz beat that emanated from an amplified overhead sound system. “Perhaps a little better than a real man, all things considered. Just sayin’.”

  Although his beautiful vision served to soothe her rattled senses, she had no Earthly intention of approaching him in any way.

  “One crushing rejection per day is fun. Two is just overkill,” she reasoned, tearing her gaze from the vision of the enchanting stranger as she drained the remnants of her ever weakening drink. “So with that in mind, I’ll just finish my drink and be on my way.”

  “So soon?”

  She froze as her words were met by a deep sonorous voice that she’d never heard before; somehow, though, she identified its source in the passing of a single heartbeat.

  With a giddy smile she lifted her head to regard the flawless face and form of the man before her; one who now aimed his smooth cocoa stare square in her direction.

  “Can I buy you a drink?” the man asked her, arching his feathered eyebrows as he added, “And if you do indeed give me leave to purchase this drink for you, will it give me the right to sit beside you as you drink it?”

  Dorothea thought a moment, then nodded.

  “Sounds like an acceptable plan,” she allowed, adding with the slight waggle of her eyebrows, “And if you do order me a drink, please make it a stiff one. With unlimited refills.”

  Moments later Dorothea found her mood lifted and transformed –and not just on account of unlimited refills.

  Her guest, who promptly ordered a magnum of champagne for both of them, introduced himself as Culver Clayton; an area businessman and co-owner of Club Tropicale. And living up to his reputation as a stellar club host, he personally poured her a flute brimming forth with frothy crystalline champagne, then offering a toast to new friends as he pressed his full moist lips to the edge of his own chilled frosted glass.

  “So tell me, Culver,” she queried, regarding him above the rim of her own glass. “Do you give the royal treatment to all of your first time guests at Club Tropicale?”

  Culver shook his head.

  “Only those select few ladies that intrigue me, Dorothea,” he told her, his dulcet tones reciting her name like the sweetest poetry.

  Dorothea shrugged.

  “Well, I’m nothing if not intriguing, if that’s the word,” she admitted, adding as she inclined her head in his direction, “Just out of curiosity, what about me intrigued you specifically? Aside, of course, from my ability to down an unseemly number of breadsticks consumed in a single setting?”

  Culver guffawed outright, the sound of his melodic laughter sending tingles down his spine.

  “Well for one thing, I love a lass with a sense of humor,” he acknowledged his companion with the tip of his frosted glass. “And I was totally charmed by the lovely smile that I saw on your face the moment you walked in here. You even danced a little bit to the sound of our music.”

  Dorothea rolled her eyes.

  “And you didn’t throw me right out of the place?” she scoffed, adding as she buried her head in her hands, “Dorothea should be restrained at all times from public displays of dancing. In the event that she is indeed permitted to dance publically, then the results could be traumatic--if not out and out disastrous.”

  Culver chuckled.

  “Well I thought you looked downright adorable—especially with that beautiful smile of yours!” he praised her further, adding in a more serious tone, “And when I saw that smile disappear, I had to see just what I could do to bring it back—and post haste.”

  Dorothea nodded.

  “Well truth be told, it hasn’t been the best of evenings,” she revealed. “I got unceremoniously dumped by a blind date who took one look at me and hightailed it home—which is exactly where I plan to go, once I finish this prime bubbly,” she revealed, adding with an affirming nod to her host, “I thank you for the pick me up, Culver.”

  She took in her breath as her host reached across the table to cover her hand with his, his strong but gentle touch sending immediate sparks up the length of her arm; blazing hot through her body until they settled in more intimate places.

  “I am pleased that you enjoy the bubbly,” he released on a whisper, adding as he seared her with a narrow eyed gaze that dripped with seduction, “but if you care to stay here with me this evening, I actually have a number of pick me ups planned for you, Dorothea.”

  His companion froze, these words only enhancing her arousal as she considered their inherent meaning.

  Was this enchanting stranger really saying these things? And if so, what was his intention?

  “Why?” she asked, only to find a single sturdy finger touching her lips.

  “Don’t question it,” he released on a whisper. “Just enjoy everything that’s about to happen to you.”

  Dorothea’s breath suspended as their gazes collided across the table; his chiseled cheekbones now spread in a wolfish grin as he squeezed her fingers between his.

  “Now I’m well aware, Miss, that more than a few years separate you from me,” he began, tone smooth and silky. “Yet you might find that you will benefit from just a touch of experience.”

  Returning his grin, Dorothea inclined her head sharp in his direction as she reassured him, “The dude who just unceremoniously dumped me was around my age, and he had the manners and breeding of a wombat on a bad day—and that, dear Culver, just may be an insult to wombats.” She paused here, adding as she leaned across the table, “Men of your generation know how to treat a lady.”

  “Oh, my lady. You have no idea.”

  Dorothea gasped as her companion seized her lips in a passionate kiss; his soft, moist mouth massaging hers in smooth hypnotic moves.

  Leaning into his kiss, Dorothea thrilled as their tongues entangled and he laved her mouth w
ith a catlike lap; flowing back and forth to simulate perfectly the motions of sex.

  The couple’s public surroundings dissolved around them as their lips met and their tongues entwined, their kiss deepening as he leaned forward to cup her soft cheek.

  “By God, how you excite me,” he whispered against her lips, adding in a lusty growl, “Do you have any idea just what I want to do with you right now?”

  Dorothea chuckled, even as her pulse raced at her tender suggestion.

  “Well I have a pretty good idea,” she purred, adding in a whisper, “All the same I wouldn’t mind a thorough demonstration. Sometimes Culver, words just aren’t enough.”

  Chapter Three

  Much to her dismay, Dorothea soon discovered that her host’s plans for the evening revolved around a vigorous physical activity; one that flexed her every muscle as her breath erupted in hot, hard gusts through her parted lips.

  “I didn’t know that our plans involved dancing,” she told Culver, taking in her breath as he leaned her voluptuous body backward in a thrilling dip. “Hoofing it has never been my strong suit.”

  Yet she smiled as Culver graced her lips with another sumptuous kiss.

  “Then you’ve never tried dancing my way,” he assured her, swinging her across the clean tiled candlelit dance floor that formed the ebullient center of his night club.

  The couple swung and swayed in a decadent tango as their bodies moved closer; her breasts crushing the surface of his massive muscled chest as he pulled her flush up against him.

  “This is how they used to dance in the old movies I watch on TV,” she observed, tone distant and dreamy. “The ones that make me dream.”

  She gasped outright as her graceful partner most literally swept her off her feet, twirling her high up in the air as the crowd around her cheered their approval.

  “Tonight, Love, your dreams come true,” he whispered in her ear, setting her on her feet as the couple stared deep into one another’s eyes. “You know, Dorothea, I started this club 20 years ago with the idea of recreating the aura and the atmosphere of classic clubs of the ‘40s and ‘50s,” he revealed. “A little before my time and a lot before yours…even so I can tell that we share a love for the classics.”

  Dorothea nodded.

  “Indeed,” she affirmed, adding as she wrapped her arms tight around his well muscled shoulders, “I just can’t believe that a man like you came here tonight without a dance partner.”

  Culver shrugged.

  “Well, truth be told Darling, I started this club with a lady who shared my love for old time glamour and distinction. And although she shone in her beauty and grace, she lacked the humor and the warmth that I really need in a woman. And although she danced with the glamour and the skill of a Ginger Rogers or an Ann Murray, her dancing lacked passion.”

  Sweeping his partner up in his all-encompassing arms, her impassioned lover clutched her to him as his hard trim hips gyrated suggestive against her own. “I can tell further that you are a woman of passion. And I wish to taste that passion tonight.”

  Nodding her assent to her partner’s suggestion, Dorothea watched with wide eyes as—with the slick snap of his fingers—Culver summoned the attention of a tuxedo clad waiter.

  “Maxwell,” he summoned, tone polite but firm. “Send for my limo.”

  Dorothea’s eyes flew wide as she considered these words.

  “Your what-o?” she asked, shaking her head from side to side in a show of utter disbelief.

  Culver chuckled.

  “I thought we could take a drive around town,” he suggested, adding as he took her hand, “So why not do it in style?”

  Chapter Four

  Moments later Dorothea found herself in the back seat of an ebony polish limousine; casting her gaze out a crystalline paned window to the glory of a Bay City night.

  Seeking in the velvet cushions that lined this luxury ride, she reveled in the vision of crystalline stars as they danced across the vast expanse of a sky that likened ebony velvet; a glittering showcase that counted the beacon of a glowing moon as its glorious centerpiece.

  This ethereal vision oversaw a line of emerald leaved palm trees that flew past their windows as they made their way through town; the car carrying their ride with a nice smooth rhythm as they enjoyed the sights and sounds of a tranquil Florida night.

  “Enjoying the view?” Culver asked her, nestling up to his dreamy eyed date as he wrapped a strong arm around her shoulders.

  Leaning her head on Culver’s hard muscled chest, Dorothea moved closer to him as she whispered, “I’m enjoying everything about this evening, Culver. And I can’t wait to see what happens next.”

  Wrapping his strong arms around her voluptuous waist, Culver bowed his head to plant sweet baby kisses down the side of his fair skinned neck.

  “What happens next, Love, is whatever you so desire,” he whispered in her ear, adding as he pulled her flush up against him, “I wish only to make your dreams come true. So tell me, my lady. What, pray tell, is your wildest, most secret fantasy?”

  Turning full in his arms, an ardent Dorothea plied his full moist lips with the most passionate of kisses; tasting him even as she reveled in his touch and inhaled his crisp citrus tinged scent.

  “You are my wildest fantasy,” she whispered, pulling back to cup his carved cheeks in two tender hands as she stared deep into his eyes. “Only I should tell you this now.” She paused here, adding as she bit her lip hard, “I really don’t have much experience when it comes to certain things.”

  She gasped then as her lover ran a tender hand down the length of her buxom silk clad thigh; continuing to kiss and nip her neck as his touch sparked a fire deep within her.

  “Don’t worry, Love,” he whispered soft and soothing. “Just relax and let me do everything. Everything for your pleasure.”

  With these words he slipped to his knees before her, taking her feet in his hands and freeing them from the confines of her tight black shoes.

  She sighed contented as he licked her pads and suckled her toes, then laving his way up her legs and gracing her full thighs with a rich smattering of sweet baby kisses.

  Slipping beneath her skirt, he massaged her full hips with attentive hands to relax and succor her; leaning his head forward to ensnare the border of his white cotton panties between glistening white teeth and dragging them down the length of her legs.

  Soon, returning to the source of her greatest pleasure, Culver licked open her sensitive folds as he sealed her full moist lips around her throbbing clit; licking and suckling her feminine fruit as she moaned with delight.

  Culver shifted his head from side to side to intensify the sensation, his succulent mouth kissing the surface of her nub as it throbbed and pulsated between his lips.

  Throwing her head back and thrusting her hips forward, she relished the rain of pure erotic sparks as it coursed her being from head to toe; setting her body afire as the motion of the car beneath her only intensified the friction of the ride.

  Finally and with a long last lick he sent her hurdling across the bounds of an incredible clitoral orgasm, one that reeled and resounded through every fiber of her being.

  Joining her atop the cushions of their luxurious trysting place, Culver swept her up in a passionate embrace and cradled her in encompassing arms; once again swaying her trembling body back and forth as they once again engaged in an exotic tango--this one taking a more personal tone as her lover slipped the fabric of her sleek black dress soft and subtle over her shoulders, exposing her body to him as they collapsed together in the back seat of the limo.

  Repaying the favor in kind, Dorothea peeled his tailored black jacket from the surface of his bulging shoulders; throwing it reckless on the floor beneath them before unbuttoning the slick white shirt that lie beneath it.

  Finally she exposed her lover’s massive bronzed chest and firm sculpted abs; reaching forward to run her hands down his rock hard torso as he purred his contentment—all the
while wiggling his way out of his skin tight pants to release the long hard shaft that soared upward to greet her with a salacious salute.

  Their lips collided in an impassioned kiss as he pulled her closer to him; her breasts crushing his chest as their arms and legs entangled.

  Flesh met flesh as their tongues too entangled; the rhythm of their ride rocking their bodies as their hips resumed their rhythm.

  Plying her lips with the sweetest kisses, Culver ran his magical hands down her spine in a smooth massaging motion; all the while rocking his hips against hers as his cock teased her feminine cleft.

  Their kisses deepened as she thrust herself against him, reveling in his essence as their bodies writhed and swayed together.