A Second Chance - an erotic short story

Warning: 18 + years only!

I spotted her through the crowds in the ballroom. People stopped mid-sentence to stare at her, but she appeared not to notice. Her eyes scanned the room and stopped when they hit mine. Remaining motionless she hardly even blinked as our eyes locked. What was she thinking? I wish I knew. Her face revealed none of her thoughts, despite the fact that, as an actress, her job was to display emotion to the watching audience. Was I being assessed?

I felt a quiver deep within me as I came face to face with one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She was even more beautiful than on the screen. Long, dark, shining hair framed her perfect face. It was thick and lustrous and fell in casual waves onto her shoulders. Her face was pale and creamy—clearly a woman who didn’t spend much time in the sun. Her lips were stained deep crimson, her signature colour. I had never seen a picture of her without those lustrous red lips. She was dressed in a long cream satin dress that clung to every curve of her body—low at the front to show off her full, round breasts, that appeared to have no visible means of support. There wasn’t a man in the room who hadn’t spotted those babies, and would give a fortune to clasp them in his hands. Including me.

Our eyes maintained contact as she began a slow walk towards me, her hips undulating in the way that every sensual woman since Eve has done, knowing that the man watching her progress would be reduced to a quivering wreck on seeing it. She made no attempt to ask people to allow her free passage—they seemed to part naturally to let her through; most of the men staring longingly at her posterior as she undulated away from them, until of course their wandering eyes were spotted by their female companions and they felt obliged to avert their gazes.

She stopped about two feet in front of me, looking up with big, brown eyes, circled by long, dark lashes.

“Well, are you going to ask me to dance? Or do I have to find another partner?” She smiled to soften her demand.

I didn’t hesitate, holding out my hand to take hers. Dancing with a woman like her was not a gift to be discarded. I led her towards the area in front of the band, where several couples were already moving to a sensual sax rendition of a Nat King Cole song.

Her dress was backless from the waist upwards and it seemed almost indecent to place my hand directly on to her smooth skin. Indecent or not, I did it. I would dine out on this anecdote for years to come. It’s not every day that a legend of the big screen asks you to dance. She came close to me, her body brushing mine. My cock was already partly erect, and I was afraid of embarrassing myself in this social setting. But it seemed she didn’t care what people were thinking.

“Hold me closer,” she whispered into my ear. “Let’s give the gossips something to talk about. Put your hand on my ass.”

I’m a mature man of the world. I don’t shock easily. I did as she suggested. The swaying of her derriere, unhindered by underwear, and covered only by a layer of satin, made me harder still, as her firm bottom gently swayed under the palm of my hand. My erection must have been obvious. Looking up at me she smiled, before kissing me lightly on my cheek and whispering in my ear.

“What a delightful reaction. It’s a great compliment to a woman to achieve that level of response.”

I turned my head to face her, bending it just a little, and kissed her softly and briefly on her crimson lips, before replying.

“My reaction is, I’m afraid, inevitable. No man in this room would fail to react in the same way, given the opportunity. Why did you choose me?”

She laughed softly.

“I watched you for a while. I saw the way you behaved towards other people in the room—polite and respectful towards both men and women. You’re handsome too, and you’re a good dancer. I saw you dance earlier.”

I was flattered that she had been observing me, and I hadn’t even noticed. Handsome? Well I would take the compliment, even if a trifle exaggerated.

We continued our slow foxtrot, the strains of the tenor sax and the body of the woman in my arms, giving me goose bumps—totally unaware of the people around us. We were in a bubble of our own and I wanted the dance to last forever. Heck, I wanted the evening to last forever. Events like this don’t happen to guys like me. I planned to make the most of it.

Sadly the strains of the music faded. I fully expected her to walk away. Instead she took my hand.

“Would you like to dance somewhere a little more privately? I’m staying here at the hotel.”

Without waiting for a reply, she took my hand in hers and led me away. It wasn’t within my power to resist her. I went willingly to whatever fate awaited me.

Her satin dress, slashed on one side from the hem to the waist, parted as she walked, revealing a long, tanned limb. I ached to slide my hand up her thigh towards her unprotected sex. In fact I ached to explore her whole body from top to bottom. I’d been with my fair share of women, but none captivated me as much as this beauty.

The walk down the corridor towards her suite seemed endless. It was only when the door closed behind us I sprang into action, my caution abandoned. I pushed her back firmly against the door, taking her by the wrists and pinning her arms above her body—perhaps more forcefully than I intended, but she raised no objection. Now it was my turn to take the lead. My turn to show her how receptive I could be to her obvious need. She responded to my increased urgency, her eyes flashing and her hands gripping my sides as I pressed against her. The pressure of my lips didn’t allow for speech, but her hands clawing at my jacket told me all I needed to know.

I paused and allowed her to remove my jacket and drop it to the floor, as I took off my tie.

“The shirt. Let me feel your bare skin against me.”

Much as I wanted to simply rip the shirt open, sense prevailed, knowing I had to leave the hotel at some point that night. I unfastened the buttons as fast as I was able, while still pinning her to the door. The shirt landed on the floor with the jacket—but not the tie. I had another use for the tie.

My lips pressed hard against hers before I forced my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues entwined as my hand slid down her thigh and through the convenient slit in the gown, confirming she was indeed naked under the satin material. I was rock hard. My cock throbbed with the need to get inside her, but I wanted to play a little more first.

My fingers slid over her satin-like skin and found her damp slit, primed and waiting for me. I slid two fingers inside, making her gasp.

“Yes, oh yes.”

“Put your arms back above your head.”

I took the tie from my trouser pocket and swiftly wrapped it around her wrists, before attaching it to the coat hook on the back of the door.

“Trust me?” I whispered. She nodded.

“This will help keep your arms up there. Close your eyes.”

I pulled my head back to look at her. Her face was flushed and her breathing was heavy. A faint trickle of sweat was making its way down through the gap between her beautiful breasts. Bending my head I licked and nibbled each nipple in turn, making them hard—her eyes still closed as she softly moaned.

I turned her body around and pushed her back against the door, pulling her skirt to one side and running the palms of my hands over her soft, luscious cheeks. Opening my fly I released my engorged cock, allowing it to settle into the crack of her ass, while reaching around her with my hand. She was already sticky with arousal—it was easy to locate her slit and slide one finger up and down in the liquid. I located her clit and began a gentle massage, which increased in intensity as her moans became louder. I felt in control. She was mine, even if for just this short time. The gentlest of cats becomes a lion in the presence of such a woman, and this lion wanted to fuck her to within an inch of her life.

I’m not a rough guy. I never hurt women, and only do some playful spanking and bondage if they’re into it. But I had the need to assert my masculinity—to know that by the time I had finished with her, she would feel well and truly fucked. I used my extra body strength to hold her upright, while reducing her to a quivering wreck. Leaving the clit I thrust two fingers inside her as far as I could reach. She groaned. I wanted to make her come before I even thought about my own satisfaction. Pulling my fingers almost out of her I thrust them back in—hard. Her groans became louder. Meanwhile my other hand was hard at work, stroking up and down between her ass cheeks, finding and fingering her little puckered hole.

“Oh God, oh please…”

She was nearly there. I slipped a finger just inside her tight little hole. That was enough to bring her to tipping point. Her pussy clamped around my fingers, as tremors vibrated through her. She moaned incoherently, her legs beginning to sag under her own weight. I held her up and released her arms as her tremors slowly began to recede. Picking her up I carried her to the bed, placing her on the end.

“Let’s get you out of this dress. I’m sure it’s a very expensive designer gown and it would be a shame to ruin it. It’s done its job.”

She stood to help me remove it. All I had to do was slide the shoulder straps down her arms and the dress fluttered to the ground, lying in a pool around her. Stepping out of it enabled me to see her magnificent body in its perfection. She looked even more beautiful in the flesh than she did on the big screen.

I opened my mouth and said the fateful words. “I wish I could photograph you as you are now.”

She froze. The expression on her face changed. There was a slight pause before she spoke.

“So, you’re just like all the rest.”

I was horrified. “No, no, not at all. I’m sorry. It just came out of my mouth without thought. It would only ever be for me to see.”

She looked sad. “They all say that. Then, within two weeks, the pictures are being flashed around the world. The temptation of all that money is too much to resist. I thought you would be different.”

I had difficulty forming the words. I was angry…with myself! How could I have been so crass? I stammered an apology.

“I’m sorry.”

Why the fuck did I open my big mouth. Of course she wouldn’t let a virtual stranger take her picture in the nude. What was I thinking?”

She wasn’t in the mood for my apology.

“Do you know what it’s like to lose your privacy? To be photographed in the grocery store, on the beach, in the beauty salon? To hear that constant clicking and know that within hours your picture is going to appear on some cheap gossip site. I thought my bedroom was my last private place—that you were a trustworthy guy. It seems I was wrong. You’d better go.” She turned away from me.

I reacted instinctively. Grabbing my cell phone from my pocket I dropped it on the floor and brought my heel down hard on the screen, shattering it—glad I was still wearing my shoes.

“There. No pictures, okay?”

She looked shocked at my action, but said nothing. I made no further attempt to persuade her, simply picking up my shirt and jacket and heading for the door, fastening myself up as I did.

I turned as I reached it. She remained standing where I’d left her, looking so utterly beautiful and tempting. But I had fucked it up. The best thing to do was to get out of there. I stepped into the corridor and closed the door behind me. Walking away from her room was both painful and humiliating—uncomfortable too, with my still hard erection aching for release.

I’d almost reached the elevator when I heard her voice. Turning, I saw her standing, now wearing the dress, outside her room.

“Come back.”

Her voice was quiet, barely audible. I paused for a moment before walking back to her.

When I reached her room, the door had been propped open with one of her shoes. I stepped inside, kicking the shoe out of the way, enabling the door to slam shut. She was sitting naked on the bed, and beckoned me towards her.

“Perhaps I misjudged you. Maybe you are one of the good guys after all. I’ve never seen anyone smash a cell phone like that before. I’m impressed. There’s a bottle of champagne going to waste in the ice bucket over there. How about you pour us both a drink and we’ll see where it leads us. Okay?”

I smiled. “Okay.” Relief, mixed with joy swept over me. I had a second chance, and I intended to make the most of it.

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