Abigail looked out at the sprawling vista before her, the flickering hues of orange and yellow grazing the tree tops and bathing the valleys with golden light, while the first hints of the days crepuscule spilled over, threatening to bathe the very same hills and valleys in darkness. She shuddered as she considered the brevity of a day, and vowed to herself to be more conscientious of how she spent her time.
Abigail had always been a hard worker, she got good grades in school, which did not come naturally. She worked very hard in order to maintain her 85% average in order to get into the schools of her choosing. In turn, she had had a job since she was twelve and a half; first a lemonade stand with her friends, which turned into a booth at the county fair selling her freshly squeezed juices, and eventually as she grew older more corporate, structured jobs. All this was to say that Abigail was not one to stop and smell the roses. But now, now that she had reached a certain modicum of success, a comfortable life, she wondered what exactly she had missed out on throughout all those years of trying hard.
As she looked out over her gorgeous backyard view, and the warm air blew the edges of her cotton dress, she decided that night she would go out and really take in the experiences that life had to offer. She headed inside towards the all glass back wall of her estate, mentally picking out items from her usually conservative closet that she could turn into a smoking hot outfit for a night of fun., outside of her comfort zone.
She showered in no particular rush, taking the time to lather her body and ensure she had shaved every last bit of hair, hoping it would help instill her with the confidence she might need tonight. Once she got out and towelled off, she walked gently over to the mini fridge in her dressing room and grabbed one of the bottles of champagne she kept in there for emergencies…….if this wasn’t an emergency, she didn’t know what was. She popped the cork and brought the icy cold bottle to her lips, taking a few swigs of liquid courage before heading over to her makeup table.
Abigail, who was usually one for more soft, natural looks, decided to embody her new, bold take on life and went for a sultry, smoky look. She was amazed with how her eyes seemed to pop and her lips formed the perfect insolent pout. A chill ran down her spine as she made eye contact with herself in the mirror and saw the potential unfolding before her, hiding somewhere below her usually poised and polished surface. She blow dried her hair and put in some product in order to achieve an effortless, full, beachy look.
Finally, the moment of truth, choosing an outfit. She took a big inhale as she stepped into her walk in closet, faced with the task of choosing THE outfit. She was determined to step as far out of her comfort zone as possible, so she selected a short black leather mini skirt, hiding on the back of a shelf, she slipped on a pair of simple black louboutin pumps and for her top, she had selected a lacy black bra under a black silk button up. Finally, she put on a simple choker, with a black leather band and one simple canary diamond hanging down from the front. Perfect, she thought to herself smugly, admiring her final look in the mirror.
She instructed the town car driver to take her to a bar downtown that looked dark and inconspicuous on google. Her body hummed with electricity as she anticipated the night ahead. She had finished the champagne while she had gotten ready, the bubbly beverage now coursing through her veins and empowering her further into the night. It wasn’t long before they pulled up to the bar and the driver got out to open her door. Her long legs exited the car before she did and she shivered in the cool evening air, cursing herself for not having thought to throw on a jacket, she could feel the silk of her shirt brush against her hard, lace covered nipples.
Abigail was quickly ushered inside and strode over to the bar, where she sat down and promptly ordered a shot of patron, and a dirty martini. She took the shot with no chaser, no salt, reveling in the sting and the warmth flowing through her body. As she put her glass down on the bar, a figure approached her from the dark back of the bar. Her eyes, initially bleary from the patron, but uninhibited enough from the champagne, drifted over towards it, instantly locking in on the handsome face appearing before her.
He was dark and rugged, the kind of man the movies make out to be the villain, but you just know is hiding a heart somewhere underneath all the designer suits and calculating smirks. His face held the beginnings of five o’clock shadow, emphasizing a jawline even Zeus would be jealous of. His hair was dark and coiffed but had begun to show signs of the animal lurking beneath the surface of the man standing before her. He was tall and broad, and he smiled at her as if he already had her wrapped around his finger. She smiled to herself. He didn’t know he was really her prey tonight.
“Hi, I’m Michael.” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Nice to meet you Michael, I’m Eva.” she smirked, her inside joke with herself threatening to bubble up to the surface. “Can I get you a drink, Eva?”, “I just ordered one, but something tells me you’ll be getting the rest” Abigail could not believe the woman coming out of her tonight. She felt like this was a total out of body experience. Exactly what she had been looking for.
Michael sat next to her and the pair chatted and drank, both making sure to throw in casual physical gestures along the way; a brush of fingertips across finger tops, a squeeze of a thigh, a stray hair moved out of place. Each move a volley and spin in the chaotic dance sport they were engaging in this evening.
Finally, Michael leaned in, determined to close the gap and set the tone for the rest of the evening. Abigail was in the middle of a sentence, some story she had been making up about a supposed friend of hers “listen Eva, I don’t mean to interrupt you. But I have been watching your lips move all night, and all I can think of is how beautiful they would look around my cock.” At first she was appalled, how dare he speak to her like that?! How dare he be so bold? And yet, she couldn’t deny the warm, tingling sensation she was feeling in her pussy as the words left his mouth.
She took a long sip of her drink, leaving him in excruciating silence, quietly calculating if he had gone too far. “Lets go.” she practically purred as she looked into his deep golden brown eyes. They stepped outside into the brisk evening air and he motioned over to a car. They got in the back and began driving towards what she assumed was his place. The tension hung in the air and she waited patiently to make any kind of move, hoping he would do something before she exploded with lust there in his back set. They pulled into a long, secluded, winding driveway, which at the end sat a brusque stone house, illuminated by the glowing moonlight. He thanked the driver as they hopped out and grabbed her arm, leading her towards the heavy front door.
Once inside, he guided her towards the back of the house. “Let’s grab a drink from the kitchen and head out back,” he ordered. The house was sprawling and dark, clearly well taken care of and adorned with not much other than bold, odd pieces of art dispersed amongst the walls and halls leading around the home. He grabbed a bottle from the fridge and two glasses as they headed out towards what she assumed was the back door.
Her breath caught in her chest as she took in the view before her, the moonlight bathed the backyard; she saw beyond the slate tiles and waterfall pool, down the lush rolling hills and past the perfectly cultivated flower beds, lay a gorgeous crystal clear lake, lit by the moon. Something overtook her and she began to strip off her clothes, sauntering over towards the lake. Michael followed without saying a word.
They both hit the water and Abigail immediately spun around to take in his naked approaching form. He looked even better out of his suit than he had in it. She took in his muscular body, gleaming in the pale light. Stopping when she got to his stiffening cock. She was practically drooling at the sight of it. He approached her in the water, painfully slowly, finally stopping right in front of her. “You’re something else” he chuckled gently, before he grabbed her by the chin, pulling her face up towards his as he kissed her passionately. Her knees just about buckled as she felt her lips melt into his.
She felt completely naked in the water, no one but the moon to witness their tantalization. His strong hands ran down her body and stopped at her ass squeezing it, as she moaned into his mouth. He picked her up and wrapped her legs around him, as the fingers of his right hand slowly moved towards her slit, teasing the opening, feeling her wetness spread as he rubbed her clit. Meanwhile, she had moved to kissing her way up his neck and gently nibbling his ear, whispering her moans into it as he continued to move his fingers dexterously around her glistening pussy.
“Lets go back to shore, I want to put your cock in my mouth” Abigail moaned breathlessly. He carried her onto shore and threw her down gently, standing proudly in front of her, his hard cock glistening in the forbidden moonlight. She crawled towards him and hungrily took his dick in her mouth, making sure to lick to tip and cup his balls before making her way all the way down his shaft just go come half way back up, teasing him by switching her pace, using her hands expertly on his balls and shaft. She even took turns stroking his shaft eagerly as she lapped his balls into her mouth and sucked them gently as if they were two delicate eggs in her velvet mouth.
He pulled her up towards him “I need you. Now” he growled, unable to hide his primary needs. He plunged his stiff shaft into her inviting hole and she gasped and moaned, not caring if they woke the entire lake. They stared into eachothers eyes as they moved rhythmically in tune with one another, her pussy squeezing his big hard cock as he drove it in and out of her. Suddenly she pulled back and lifted her leg over his head, turning around so that he was now fucking her doggy style, “pull my hair” she smiled wickedly back at him. Michael obliged pulling her by the hair so that her back was arched and her head was right next to his lips, “you’re mine, aren’t you, you fucking slut” it was too much for her, she immediately shuddered and came all over his cock as he continuted to pound her.
“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” she cried out in ecstasy. Michaeal picked up the pace, pounding her deeper and deeper, losing himself in the moment, about to cum himself, he lost all sense of time and reason and felt himself unleashing a torrent of cum that could only be likened to that of Thor. The pair collapsed beside each other on the beach, chests heaving, as they looked up at the moon and all her twinkling stars. “We should do that again sometime” chuckled Michael, ‘I’m in trouble’ thought Abigail.
pretty words for wicked girls 