I even noted that for my first try at this lyrical inspiration, I was going to pay tribute to a wonderful Canadian songstress, Serena Ryder and her song Weak in the Knees. What follows is a playful twist on my favorite lyrics from my favorite song:
Would you mind if I walked up to you and I kissed your face?
In front of all of your friends.
Would you mind if I got drunk and said, I want to take you home to bed?
Weak in the Knees, Serena Ryder
I hope you enjoy!
Weak in the Knees
Music was pounding in my head and my heart was
pounding in my chest. It was another night at my favorite local establishment
and another night spent staring at him. He didn’t have a name but I knew every
feature and habit as if they were my own. His very presence at the bar made me
weak in the knees. I wanted him.
I had seen him before. I’d get here with my
girlfriends and he’d already be at the bar laughing with his friends. His
height and broad shoulders ensured that I could always see his sculpted body
and wavy brown hair. His hazel eyes and full lips called to me.
The second time I saw him I smiled and
nodded when he looked my way. No response. I was shocked. While I wasn’t
gorgeous, I knew I was plenty attractive. Long legs, generous curves and a
pretty face should have been enough to win a smile. I had really been hoping
for something more, maybe a drink or even a dance.
A few weeks later I had tried again, still
no reaction. I was perplexed. One of his friends noticed my interest and leaned
into him, whispering in his ear. I turned away, humiliated.
So here we are again, yet another week and
I’m still hung up on a guy I’ve never met who won’t even smile at me. While waiting
at the bar to order another beer, I heard two of his friends chatting about how
easy guys’ nights were now that they were all single. My heart sang knowing
that there wasn’t a woman waiting for him at the end of the night. My brain
jumped at the chance to rain on my heart’s parade; if he wouldn’t acknowledge
my existence I obviously didn’t have a chance. I ordered two tequila shots to
drown my sorrows.
Back at the table, my friends tried to
convince me to go over and say hello. Finally, my best friend said that more
drastic measures were needed. Her idea was for me to walk right up to him and
kiss him in front of all his friends. After all, she reasoned, what did you
have to lose? What did I have to lose indeed?
Oh, what the hell!
The walk across the crowded club seemed to
take forever. As I got closer, one of his buddies, a stocky blond, reached over
and tapped him on the shoulder. Here she comes, I heard his friend say. He turned
to face me, a smile growing on those sexy lips.
We stood staring at each other, but it was
almost as if he was looking right past me. That does it, I decided; time to get
his attention once and for all.
Without a word I reached up and grabbed two
handfuls of his shirt, pulling him towards me.
My lips pressed against his and I heard a surprised intake of breath.
His friends were shocked to silence and then one whistled in obvious approval.
I continued to kiss him, using my tongue to
gently lick his lower lip. His mouth opened and I took full advantage, slipping
my tongue inside to taste him. To my surprise his strong hands moved to my
waist. His head bent as he responded to my kiss with passion. His tongue met
mine and he pulled me in tight against his chest. As our bodies came together,
I felt a warm wetness between my legs and his interest was apparent through his
stiffening cock. We broke apart but his hands kept me close.
“Dance with me?” I asked hesitantly, before
he could catch his breath and say something to ruin the moment. He nodded
enthusiastically so I grabbed his hand and pulled him after me, slowly weaving
a path to the dance floor.
We didn’t say much, just clung to each other and
mumbled compliments as our hands moved over each other in time to the music. I
loved that his chest was so muscular. He whispered to me that my body felt like
magic. I ran my fingers over his arms, outlining their defined components. His
fingers read my body like a book. His lips caressed my face and neck.
His lips found my ear and he whispered
back, “My name is Chris and that sounds like a great plan to me; but only if
Carter can come too.” Confused, I really looked at the group and for the first
time, saw a guide dog lying at their feet, protected under the overhanging bar.
He was blind. Everything was falling into
place. He hadn’t smiled at me because he simple couldn’t see me. His hands had
been so busy on my face and body because he was learning what I looked like. My
face flushed with embarrassment. At least he couldn’t see that too.
Reading my hesitation as a rejection, he
pulled away slightly. I laid a hand on his arm. “Of course he can join us. As
long as he promises to close his eyes; I’m rather shy you know.” His burst of
laughter was amazing and he hugged me tight. He turned to his friends, excused
us, took hold of Carter’s harness and gave me his arm.
With Carter’s help I got Chris out of the
bar, back to my car and up to my apartment. The instant the door closed I slid
my hands up his chest. His mouth came down on mine with a wonderful
forcefulness. Simply being kissed by him was a thrill. My body was responding
and I wanted him.
Coming up for air, I ran my hands through
his hair, standing on tip toe to lick his neck and nibble on his ear lobe. A
moan deep in his chest sent shivers through my body. I began to pull him
towards my room.
Carter took one step forward. I held up my
hand. “Carter my friend, you get the couch. I’m not up to a dog’s scrutiny in
my bedroom.” Chris laughed, reinforcing my command. Carter walked over, jumped
up on the couch and lay down.
We continued our journey to my bed, losing
clothing and discovering each other along the way. His body was as fantastic as
I had imagined and by the way he was kissing and licking me, Chris was good
with the way I was put together.
I pulled him down onto the bed, his lean
body tight against mine. He made me close my eyes and proceeded to demonstrate
how the lack of vision enhanced the other senses; his talented tongue and
fingers brought me to my peak again and again. My muscles sang with the
sweetest orgasms I have ever had.
Finally I was able to catch my breath. I
pushed Chris back onto my pillows and ran my tongue up the length of his cock,
stopping to suck on the swollen tip. His hips bucked and he wrapped his fingers
in my hair. Taking my time I lavished attention on his magnificent cock,
tasting him and hearing him groan in pleasure. I took all of him in my mouth
and he responded with a strangled cry. Holding him inside my mouth, I snaked my
tongue around his hard heat. Fingers tightened in my hair.
He pulled me up and I raised myself over
him and lowered myself slowly onto his hot, hard cock. I saw him shudder and
draw in a deep breath as my slickness welcomed him deep inside me. We rocked
together slowly, our bodies fitting together perfectly. He slid his hands up
me, coming to rest on my sensitive breasts, playing havoc with my tender
nipples. I ran my long fingernails up his chest then reached over him to grip
the headboard.
Picking up the pace, I could feel his hard,
hot cock pressing against me from the inside. Biting my lower lip, I rode him
faster and faster. His groans had taken on a desperate edge and his hands moved
to grip my hips, pulling me down against him harder and harder. My swollen clit
was rubbing against his pelvis and the friction was driving me crazy.
Chris bucked his hips and the change of
pressure was exactly what I needed. With a sharp cry I came, my pussy clenching
on his cock as I shuddered and gasped. Two more strong thrusts from below and
he came hard, crying out my name.
We lay tangled in my sheets, holding each
other close.
Suddenly I jumped, squealing as something
cold and wet brushed against my foot. Turning, I noticed Carter peaking over
the mattress. “Carter! You were supposed
to wait on the couch.”
Chris burst out laughing. I pulled up the sheet
and beckoned to his companion. “Get on up here Carter. Come check him out. He’s
fine you know.”
"He's better than fine, actually!" He pulled me back into his arms and we fell asleep; all three of us.
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