Forbidden Fires

CHAPTER 10 Unleashed in Shadow

Nancy has always been a force of nature. Confident, bold, and unapologetic in everything she does. And when it comes to her desires, she takes what she wants without hesitation.

In fact, I didn't really know Nancy at all; my perception of her was limited to the fleeting glimpses I caught while nursing a drink at the bar—an oasis in my otherwise drab life. She was older, exuding a confidence and allure that felt worlds apart from my own existence, which was steeped in mediocrity and regret. To me, she was just another stranger in a crowded bar, surrounded by the cacophony of laughter and clinking glasses, yet there was an inexplicable magnetism about her that drew me in like a moth to a flame.

Each night, after clocking out from my deadbeat job—a position that barely paid the bills and left me feeling more like a ghost than a man—I found myself retreating to this dimly lit sanctuary. It offered me a brief respite before returning home to a wife who wore her discontent like an old coat; she stayed with me for our children, but I could feel the weight of her unfulfilled dreams hovering in the air between us.

The familiar aroma of stale beer and cheap cologne mingled with the distant hum of conversations as I observed Nancy from afar, wondering what stories lay behind her warm smile and sparkling eyes. In those moments, as I sipped my drink slowly, I felt an unsettling blend of longing and despair—a yearning for something more vibrant than the life I had settled into, something more akin to the mystery that Nancy seemed to embody.

Perhaps it was the way Nancy moved, with a confident stride and a captivating gaze. Or maybe it was the way she commanded attention whenever she entered a room. Whatever it was, I couldn't help but be intrigued. Our encounter started with a simple glance across the bar. Our eyes met for just a brief moment before she looked away, as if uninterested. But then I saw the corner of her mouth turn up into a sly smile.

Then one night, she was making her way through the crowd towards me. Her dark hair swayed with each step and her hips swayed seductively as she moved closer.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked with a playful tone.

I gestured to the empty seat next to me and said, "Be my guest."

As soon as she sat down, I knew this wasn't going to be an ordinary conversation. There was an air of electricity between us that made my heart race and my palms sweat.

"So what's your story?" she asked, leaning in closer so that her breath tickled my ear.

"I... uh... don't really have one," I stammered, caught off guard by her proximity.

She laughed softly and said, "Everyone has a story, sweetheart. You just have to be willing to share it."

And that's how it went for the rest of the night - Nancy teasing and flirting while I struggled to keep up. She would make suggestive remarks and give me subtle touches that left me craving more.

“Did you know that this bar allows sex?” Nancy teased me after I confessed that I haven't got laid in over a year.

“Yes, I see people hooking up after nine o'clock when I need to go home.”

“Ahh you watch me hooking up with someone.” Nancy replied.

Shy and embarrassed, I look down at the floor. “Don't be shy, it only turns me on and makes me more attracted to you,” She says in a seductive tone of voice.

With each passing moment, the tension between us grew stronger. It was like a magnetic pull that neither of us could resist. And even though I was slightly nervous, I couldn't help but be drawn to her. As the night wore on, Nancy's advances became bolder and more intense. She would lean in close and whisper something in my ear that made me shiver with anticipation. Or she would brush her hand against my thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

It was intoxicating, to say the least. I had never experienced such blatant desire before, and it was both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. So when Nancy excused herself to go to the bathroom, I followed closely behind. I wasn't sure what I was going to do or say, but I knew that I had to make a move.

Nancy slammed me into the bathroom stall, pulling down my pants and taking my hard cock into her hand.

To say that I was surprised would be an understatement. But before I could even react, she leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "Do you want me? Tell me how much you want me."

I could feel the heat of her breath on my skin as she spoke those words, and it sent a shiver down my spine. In that moment, all of my inhibitions melted away and all that mattered was Nancy and the raw desire between us.

I looked into her eyes - those intense, captivating eyes - and said without hesitation, "I want you more than anything."

Nancy's hand, warm and firm, gripping my hard cock sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core. Her eyes, intense and focused, held mine as she whispered, "Do you want me to take you, right here, right now?"

My heart pounded in my chest, and my breath quickened. I was caught between excitement and fear, my body yearning for her touch, yet my mind questioning the consequences. But Nancy, ever the confident seductress, seemed to read my thoughts and, with a mischievous smile, added, "Don't worry, I'll make sure no one disturbs us."

With that, she leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, "Trust me." Her breath, warm and sweet, sent shivers down my spine, and I found myself nodding, unable to resist her allure.

In one fluid motion, Nancy unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, her skilled hands working with a confidence that left me breathless. She pulled down my pants and boxers, exposing my hardened cock to the cool air of the bathroom. I stood there, vulnerable and exposed, yet aroused beyond belief.

Nancy's gaze traveled down my body, taking in every inch of me with a possessive look. She licked her lips, a gesture that sent a surge of desire coursing through me. Then, with a swift movement, she dropped to her knees, her dark hair falling forward as she took me into her mouth.

Her lips, soft and warm, enveloped the head of my cock, and her tongue, a skilled dancer, swirled around the sensitive tip. She took me deep, her throat working in a way that made me groan. I rested my hands on the wall, my head falling back as pleasure washed over me.

Nancy's mouth worked magic, her skilled movements bringing me closer to the edge. She knew exactly how to tease and torment, how to bring me to the brink of release and then pull back, leaving me on the cusp of ecstasy. Her hands, free from their task, roamed my body, caressing my thighs and squeezing my ass, urging me to surrender to her every desire.

I felt myself losing control, my body responding to her every touch and taste. My hips began to thrust forward, meeting her mouth with a rhythm that seemed to come naturally. Nancy, ever the expert, matched my pace, her mouth and hands working in perfect harmony, bringing me to a state of pure bliss.

As I neared my climax, Nancy's pace quickened, her mouth working feverishly. I could feel the build-up, the intense pressure that signaled my impending release. And then, with a final, powerful thrust of my hips, I came, my cum shooting into the back of her throat.

Nancy swallowed, taking every drop, her eyes never leaving mine. I stood there, my body trembling, my legs weak from the intense pleasure. She stood up, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, and, with a gentle hand, she guided me to the sink, where I could compose myself.

As I washed my face and tried to regain my composure, Nancy stood behind me, her hands resting on my shoulders. "That was incredible," she whispered, her breath warm on my neck. "I could feel your desire, your passion. It was like nothing I've ever experienced."

I turned to face her, my heart still racing. "It was... intense," I managed to say, my voice hoarse. "I've never..."

Nancy placed a finger on my lips, silencing me. "Shh, no need to explain. I understand. It was a mutual desire, a connection that can't be denied. And I'm glad we acted on it."

I nodded, my eyes locked with hers. There was an unspoken understanding between us, a bond formed through this intense, uninhibited encounter. Nancy, with her boldness and confidence, had taken me on a journey of self-discovery, a journey where I could explore my desires without shame or inhibition.

"Thank you," I said, my voice soft and sincere. "For everything."

Nancy smiled, a genuine warmth in her eyes. "You're welcome. And remember, this is just the beginning. There's so much more we can explore together."

With that, she leaned in and kissed me, a gentle, lingering kiss that spoke volumes. It was a kiss of gratitude, of connection, and of the promise of more to come. As we parted, I felt a sense of anticipation, eager to see where this uncharted territory would lead us.

The music thumped like a heartbeat, blending with the hum of conversations that buzzed around us. Nancy's fingers brushed against my wrist as she guided me through the crowd, her touch sending a shiver down my spine. Every step we took seemed to amplify the electric tension between us, and I could feel eyes following our every move.

Nancy's confidence was palpable, her presence commanding the room even in the shadows. Her dress hugged her curves in all the right places, the deep red fabric whispering secrets of nights spent dancing on edges and exploring forbidden desires. The scent of her perfume lingered in the air, a heady mix of jasmine and something darker, more intoxicating.

We found a secluded corner, a small oasis of privacy amidst the chaos. A worn leather couch beckoned, its surface cool against my skin as I sank into it. Nancy's hand remained on my arm, her grip firm yet inviting, as if daring me to resist. But there was no resistance, only anticipation.

"Let's continue where we left off," she purred, her voice a low, sultry whisper that wrapped around me like silk. Her eyes locked onto mine, burning with desire and a promise of uncharted pleasure. "I have a feeling there's so much more we can discover together."

My breath caught in my throat as she began to undress, her movements fluid and deliberate. First, the strap of her dress fell away, revealing the smooth curve of her shoulder. She shrugged out of one sleeve, then the other, until the dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a pair of black lace panties and a matching bra.

Her chest rose and fell with each breath, the swell of her breasts straining against the delicate fabric. I watched, transfixed, as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it slide down her arms to join the discarded dress. Her nipples were hard, pebbled from the chill of the bar or perhaps the thrill of the moment.

Nancy stepped closer, her body casting a shadow over me as she stood before me, fully exposed. Her hands moved to her panties, hooking her thumbs into the waistband and slowly sliding them down her legs. She kicked them aside, standing completely bare, her skin glowing under the dim light.

"Your turn," she said softly, her voice laced with invitation.

I hesitated for only a fraction of a second before beginning to undress. My shirt came off first, followed by my pants, leaving me in just my boxers. Nancy's gaze roved over me, her eyes dark with hunger.

"Take them off," she commanded, her tone brooking no argument.

I obliged, slipping out of my boxers and standing before her, equally exposed. The air in the bar felt charged, electrified by our proximity, by the raw energy crackling between us.

Nancy's hand came up to cup my cheek, her thumb brushing lightly across my lips. "You're beautiful," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "Every inch of you."

Her words sent a jolt of warmth through me, and I leaned into her touch, closing my eyes for a moment to savor the sensation. When I opened them again, Nancy was watching me with an intensity that made my heart race.

She leaned in, her lips hovering just above mine, teasing me with the promise of what was to come. "Do you trust me?" she whispered, her breath hot against my skin.

I nodded, unable to find my voice in the face of such overwhelming desire.

With a satisfied smile, Nancy pressed her lips to mine, the kiss slow and deep, filled with all the passion and longing that had been building between us. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, tangling with mine as her hand slid down to grasp my erection, her fingers wrapping firmly around it.

The sensation was almost too much to bear, and I moaned into her mouth, my hips instinctively thrusting forward. Nancy's hand stroked me, her touch both gentle and insistent, each movement calibrated to drive me wild.

"You feel so good," she murmured, breaking the kiss to press soft kisses along my jawline. "I want to see you come undone for me."

Her words fueled my arousal, and I could feel my climax building rapidly. Nancy sensed it too, her pace quickening as she brought me closer and closer to the edge. Her other hand played with my balls, rolling them gently between her fingers, adding another layer of exquisite torment.

Just as I thought I couldn't take any more, Nancy pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Not yet," she whispered. "There's still so much more to explore."

With that, she lowered herself to her knees in front of me, her hands guiding my cock to her mouth. The tip brushed against her lips, and she paused for a moment, her eyes locking onto mine as if seeking permission. I gave it with a silent nod, and she accepted, opening her mouth wide to take me in.

Her lips closed around the head of my cock, warm and wet, and she began to suckle me, her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh as she bobbed her head up and down. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pressure that shot straight to my core.

Nancy's mouth worked expertly, her lips gliding smoothly along my length. Each time she reached the base, she would pull back slowly, her tongue flicking at the underside, driving me mad with desire. I could feel the tension building in my balls, the urge to come growing stronger with each passing second.

"Nancy," I groaned, gripping the back of her head as her mouth continued to work its magic. "I'm... I'm so close."

She looked up at me, her eyes shining with mischief, and swallowed me whole, taking every inch of me into her throat. The sensation was overpowering, and I could feel my orgasm approaching fast. Nancy's hand joined her mouth, pumping rhythmically as she continued to suck, her fingers playing with the tip, teasing me mercilessly.

"Yes... yes..." I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily as the waves of pleasure crashed over me. "I'm coming..."

Nancy didn't stop, her mouth and hand working in perfect harmony as I erupted, filling her mouth with my release. She swallowed every drop, her throat muscles contracting around me as I emptied myself into her.

Breathing heavily, I leaned back against the couch, my vision swimming with aftershocks of bliss. Nancy slowly released me, licking her lips with a satisfied smile.

"Good boy," she whispered, her voice dripping with approval. "That was just the beginning."

She rose to her feet, her body still glistening with sweat, and reached down to help me up. "Come with me," she said, her tone leaving no room for refusal.

After we got redressed, I allowed her to guide me, my body still humming with residual pleasure. We moved through the bar, past curious gazes and envious stares, until we reached a door marked 'Private.' Nancy unlocked it with a key she somehow produced from thin air, and we slipped inside, the door clicking shut behind us.

The room was small, dimly lit, with a single bed pushed against the wall. Nancy turned to face me, her eyes dark and hungry once more. "Now," she purred, "let's see what else we can explore."

Nancy's hands were like flames, trailing down my chest with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each touch was a promise of what was to come, and I felt my body responding instinctively, arching into her caress. Her fingers danced over my skin, leaving a wake of goosebumps in their path. The air in the room grew thick with anticipation, mingling with the faint scent of bourbon and cigarettes from the bar outside.

"You're so beautiful," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "I can't wait to show you how much."

Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I closed my eyes, letting the sensation of her touch drown out everything else. The low hum of conversation from the bar faded into the background, replaced by the sound of our heavy breathing and the occasional clink of glasses nearby. We were cocooned in our own world, a bubble of desire that neither time nor space could penetrate.

Nancy's hands moved lower, tracing the line of my waistband before deftly unbuttoning my jeans. She pushed them down my hips, sliding them over my thighs with practiced ease. My cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing with need. Nancy's eyes darkened as she took it in, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

"Mmm, perfect," she murmured, lowering her head to take me into her mouth.

The sensation was electric, a sharp contrast to the soft, teasing touches that had preceded it. Her lips wrapped around my shaft, warm and wet, while her tongue swirled and teased, darting provocatively along the sensitive underside. I groaned, the sound torn from my throat as pleasure shot through me, pooling deep in my belly.

Nancy's hand worked in tandem with her mouth, stroking the base of my shaft as she bobbed her head up and down. Her teeth grazed gently, adding an edge to the sensations that made my toes curl. I tangled my fingers in her hair, guiding her pace, but she pulled back with a sly smile.

"Don't rush me," she said, her voice dripping with mock-sweetness. "I want to savor this."

She shifted position, her lips ghosting over my tip before she began to lick and suck in earnest. Her technique was masterful, alternating between deep, languid strokes and quick, shallow flicks that drove me wild. I could feel the pressure building, each movement of her mouth bringing me closer to the edge.

But just as I was about to climax, Nancy pulled away, sitting back on her heels with a satisfied smirk.

"Not yet," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "We have all night."

My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of frustration and anticipation. Nancy stood, shedding her dress with a fluid grace that left her completely naked before me. Her body was a work of art, every curve and angle designed to drive me wild. I drank in the sight, feeling my arousal spike once more.

She crawled onto the bed beside me, her movements languid and sinuous. Reaching out, she traced a finger along my inner thigh, her touch light as a feather. I shuddered, the sensation sharp and electric.

"Your turn," she whispered, leaning in to kiss me.

Our tongues met in a dance of hunger and desire, the kiss deep and consuming. Nancy's hands roamed my body, exploring every inch with the same thoroughness she had applied earlier. Her touch was a blend of softness and firmness, eliciting moans and gasps from me with every stroke.

Pulling back slightly, Nancy looked into my eyes, her gaze intense and unwavering.

"Are you ready?" she asked, her voice low and husky.

Before I could answer, she positioned herself above me, her wetness glistening against my hardness. With a fluid motion, she lowered herself onto me, taking me inside her in one smooth glide.

The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect fit that pressed against all the right places. Nancy began to move, her hips rocking with a steady rhythm that had me gripping the couch cushions for support. Her breasts swayed enticingly with each thrust, the sight driving me further into a fever of desire.

Nancy's fingers found my nipples, pinching and tweaking them with expert precision. The added stimulation sent jolts of pleasure coursing through me, heightening the sensations until I thought I might lose myself entirely.

"Harder," I managed to gasp, my voice strained with effort.

Nancy complied, picking up the pace and increasing the depth of her thrusts. Her walls tightened around me, milking me with each downward stroke. The friction was exquisite, a tantalizing mix of pain and pleasure that brought me closer and closer to the brink.

Our bodies moved in unison, a seamless dance of give and take. Nancy's breaths came in short, sharp bursts, matching the tempo of her movements. Her nails dug into my chest, leaving red marks in their wake that only served to stoke the fire of my desire.

"Yes, yes," Nancy panted, her voice ragged with exertion. "Fuck me harder."

Encouraged, I drove into her with renewed vigor, meeting each of her thrusts with equal force. Our pelvises slapped together, the sound echoing in the small space as we lost ourselves in the moment. Every muscle in my body tensed, coiled tight with the effort of holding back the tidal wave of ecstasy building within me.

Nancy's fingers slid down to her clit, rubbing in quick, frantic circles as she rode me harder. Her face contorted with concentration, a mix of pain and pleasure that mirrored my own feelings.

"Almost there," she breathed, her voice barely audible over the sound of our combined efforts.

With one final, powerful thrust, I felt the dam break. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me, my climax rolling through me in relentless pulses. Nancy followed soon after, her body tightening around mine as she reached her own peak.

For a moment, we lay there, entangled and breathless, the world outside forgotten. Nancy's lips curled into a satisfied smile as she looked down at me, her eyes sparkling with triumph.

"Ready for another round?" she purred, her voice laced with playful challenge, looking right into my soul.

“Hell ya, I am.” I cry out, knowing this was only a one night-stand.