He sits down and pours himself a drink although Lalla’s presence holds Yanez back from joining Abdul and Dimitris on the other side, the drunken shores. He had no intention of finding himself completely pissed and alone in the middle of the night. He had been roaring drunk plenty of times, everywhere and in the worst possible company. Things always ended up in the same way. In a needless brawl or screwing a prostitute. Without ever remembering why or who he’d been fighting. Without remembering what the girl looked like or how much money she’d fleeced him for. He just knew that, come a certain point of the night he invariably found himself with his head propped against the wall, wallet light as a feather and vomiting his guts out on a side alley.
Not tonight. This was not the show he would be putting on for Lalla. His eyes cast a furtive glance across to her before sweeping across the rest of the crew. A twinge of jealousy on seeing she’s listening with rapt attention along with her friend to a story Dimitris is recounting. The slender fingers cup her face, elbows splayed out in a V shape across the table. A solitary silver ring bearing a skull and bones motif encircles her index finger. Debris of the meal and spilled drinks are strewn across the entire table as if the whole crew had been eating dinner instead of a mere five. Yanez notes with satisfaction that Abdul is instead no longer a threat, the booze has cast him into a mould with a gentle rigor mortis extending across the ex-captain’s frame. The rigid grin plastered on his face spools out a tendril of drool. At least the numbers were now in his favour.
Yanez delicately slides a hand across and rests it on Lalla’s thigh under the table. The skirt’s hem brushes against his knuckles as the hand gently traces a pattern around her thigh. The fingertips now rise further up the leg, and stroking closer still to the warm insides of the leg stretched across the bench. The knee delicately lifts enough to let the skirt ride up, leaving Yanez to imagine further down the long toned thighs. He can feel the skin is deliciously warm and taut, a stark contrast to his cool fingers. She lifts an elbows from the table and slides her arm below, placing the hand over his resting on her thigh. Her eyes though are still on Dimitris though, as his story starts to meander, taking on improbable dimensions as the alcohol loosens his lips yet further.
his sex was slowly stiffening and straining against the cotton of his boxers. It was stretching the fabric of his jeans. Hard enough to almost hurt him.
The girl lightly arches her back, a thigh stretches across and a hand slides further down his back, gently playing with the soft crease of his buttocks. The other is now clasping his hips.
The girl lightly arches her back, a thigh stretches across and a hand slides further down his back, gently playing with the soft crease of his buttocks. The other is now clasping his hips.
TRIGGER WARNING for Anyone scared of a EROTIC DERAIL***!
fingers wander further inwards reaching the sleek fabric, probing the soft cloth, pushing it against the folds of the labia. Yanez circles again, attempting to part the dampening fabric of the panties. The index probes gently as she loosens her top. Lalla is still young; the body is staggering, languid with the sensual promise of yet undiscovered pleasures. For a brief moment they look out to sea, a glimpse of the stars and a murky dock below.
A sea breeze, possibly the mistral gently laps at her shirt, billowing it open further, almost exposing the rounded breasts and taut nipples. Yanez’s lips suck on them both, one hand cupping the soft mounds, kneading it as if bread, whilst his hand continues probing clumsily between Lalla’s thighs. Lips move back to the mouth and she nips his lips with teeth that shine in the swaying lights. Hungry mouths clash, tongues rolling and swaying together before parting to explore other regions. Lalla’s hands busily unzip the flies, sliding his trousers down to around the knees.
He arches his back before croaking “That’ll do” in a hoarse whisper
“You’re such a romantic” she quips as her hands jerk them further down to his ankles.
Yanez can’t wait, his mind is exploding with desire. He wants this girl badly now. He’s no longer able to think, never met someone like her. Never in his whole life. Her face was perfect, with a body that curved and flowed in all the right places. Even the staggering Brazilian lady in Panama who always took prime position among all his memories and ghosts, now seemed dull by comparison.
Head pounding, Yanez awkwardly pulls out his cock and attempts to slip his T-shirt off. As he fumbles, Lalla pulls him towards her waist. His cock is now pushed up and erect against her burning belly. She kisses him strong on the lips and slides a hand further round his bum, fingertips gently stroking around to the anus. Pulling back from the kiss, she arches her back and thrusts a full bosom at him with a mischievous grin.
“Worship my nipples and then my pussy” is the haughty command. Yanez obliges willingly, sucking on one then the other, until both nipples are proudly erect before delving further down.
